In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"but--"

"Sister, are you really planning to leave him here like this?"

“I don’t know either,” Vivian said, somewhat confused. “But we definitely can’t let him leave tonight.”

"That technique that removes Command Seals... I don't know if there will be any side effects—I'll have to observe for at least one night."

"Besides -"

Vivian looked at Artoria beside her, her gaze softening with a sisterly tenderness.

After all, this meeting was only possible because of this younger sister.

"Little sister...you want to spend more time with him too, right?"

"..."

Artoria turned her face away and nodded.

"Ah."

How could I not want to?

However, Artoria knew that she needed to distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.

She didn't want to be a burden to him, and she didn't want him to have so many worries because of her.

"That's fine."

Vivian took Artoria's hands in hers.

“Although I may not be qualified to say such a thing, I admit that your love for Ian is a treasure he must accept.”

"So let's spend tonight together as a trio."

"Three, three people spending time together?" Artoria was somewhat at a loss.

"Mm." Vivian nodded, then gave a gentle smile.

"What we should do by the lake—"

"Isn't it not finished yet?"

343. Sleeping with the British Sisters / The Princess / The Uninvited Guest at the Academy (4k)

"Things you didn't finish by the lake?"

Hearing her sister's words, Artoria vaguely sensed something, but didn't dare to confirm it directly for the moment.

She asked cautiously:

"Sister... what do you mean by this?"

"There's no need to test her anymore, Artoria."

Vivian looked at the girl in front of her who had a similar face to her, but a completely different temperament, and her tone softened considerably.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"..."

Artoria turned her face away.

"But sister, this seems a bit excessive. Would Mr. Ian... be willing to accept this?"

“It’s alright.” Vivian gently placed her hand on Artoria’s shoulder.

"Trust me... he won't mind."

"Besides -"

The witch's eyes reflected the image of her younger sister.

"Don't you want to make up for the regrets of that time?"

"..."

Vivian's words struck a chord with Artoria.

The girl's cheeks flushed red, as if she were drunk.

“I understand,” she said.

Click.

The lock on the apartment door turned again, then stopped.

Soon, the British sisters were no longer seen in the corridor.

inside the room.

Looking at Ian in front of her, Artoria was still as shy as ever.

The former king of Britain was majestic and powerful in public, but in his presence, she was still that lovely and kind young girl.

Looking at Artoria like this, Vivian found it somewhat amusing, but at the same time, she felt more admiration.

"younger sister."

"Was this how you were when you were secretly seeing him before?"

"Eh?" Artoria felt a little embarrassed when she was suddenly asked about her private past.

But in the end, she decided to tell the truth.

"Hmm... more or less."

"Because Mr. Ian is very considerate of my feelings, he never asks me to do so on his own initiative."

"Ah."

Vivian suddenly smiled.

"Artoria, it seems you don't know enough about him in this regard."

"..."

The girl blinked her beautiful green eyes, becoming somewhat curious.

"Sister, what do you mean by this?"

“Literal meaning.” Vivian sat down next to Ian, then hugged him, letting him lie in her arms.

"He... is actually very lecherous."

Even though they were talking about a topic that would make anyone incredibly embarrassed, Vivian's expression showed a deep sense of nostalgia.

So much so that the younger sister was completely unaware that this was actually her older sister's girlish sentiment.

Artoria rolled up her skirt and sat down as well.

The two sisters are sitting in the same position as they were by the lake years ago.

"Sister, can you say a little more?"

"Actually, there's not much to say."

Vivian took Ian's hand and placed it on her proud breasts.

This behavior, which is clearly inappropriate to display, has now become a beautiful recollection of the past.

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"..."

Artoria glanced down at her somewhat flat chest and seemed to understand something.

"I see."

"Is it because of her figure that Mr. Ian likes her so much?"

"probably."

Vivian's tone carried a hint of pride as she said this.

She may also feel that her figure is indeed one of the reasons why she is better than her sister.

"but--"

"Although he really likes to rub, he only does it when I give him permission."

"Even though he looked like he was about to burst from holding it in, he still obediently endured it."

"What a hopeless idiot."

“Then, sister—” Artoria grasped Ian’s other hand, “Do you like doing this kind of thing with him?”

"How could I not like it?"

Vivian's eyes held an undisguised affection.

That was her innermost feeling, which she revealed completely after confirming that Ian had always loved her.

"He is my husband."

"What wife wouldn't be happy while enjoying pleasure with her husband?"

"That's right..."

Artoria responded in this way, a hint of envy in her eyes.

After all, Vivian could say such things openly, but she couldn't.

At that moment, Ian, having been freed from the curse, slowly opened his eyes and saw his British sisters beside him.

He soon noticed his hand resting on Vivian's chest.

“Vivian, this…”

"Do you like it?" the witch interrupted Ian.

"Yes." The man nodded honestly, "It's just like this..."

"Isn't this better?"

Vivian pressed the man's hand tighter until her proud breasts slightly caved in, revealing the shape of his fingers.