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Victoria escaped back to the airship.

I closed the cabin door and stood with my back against the door panel for a long time.

She could hear her own heartbeat, which was exceptionally clear in the quiet cabin.

His palms were burning hot, and the places Ron had touched still tingled with a strange itch, as if fire was slowly burning under his skin.

She had lived for over a hundred years, experienced countless battles, and faced the pressure of demigods, but she had never panicked like she had just now.

What unsettled her even more was that she could have used magic to push him away; she had a hundred ways to escape immediately.

But at that moment she did nothing.

Victoria wasn't sure what she was thinking at the time; perhaps she secretly wanted to be violated by that man.

She cursed herself and walked to the window.

Ron was standing on the beach on the island talking to Margaret, and you could see the smug smile on his face even from hundreds of meters away.

She slammed the curtains shut and stood in the room in silence for a long time.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on her knees, her knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

She didn't know what to do next; that bastard definitely wouldn't stop there that night.

Should she resist?

still......

Victoria's mind was now in complete turmoil.

Her childhood experiences made it difficult for her to trust anyone, and this was also true in the Empire.

They never form cliques or bother to develop their own power base. They always maintain a cold and businesslike attitude towards outsiders, but when they go back, they just conduct experiments.

And so they lived for over a hundred years.

Deep down, she longs to be loved and wants someone she can trust.

The more you lack something, the more you crave it.

She envied this when she saw Ron and Margaret genuinely getting along.

She unconsciously wanted to get involved, without even realizing it herself.

This feeling of affection and anticipation broke through her defenses when Ron selflessly shielded her from the attack of the Black Tiger King from the Thunder Palace.

Otherwise, why would she later take Ron to the Autobot battlefield?

After his own battle, he even went to the Tank Tribe's position to help.

Everything stemmed from a hidden expectation in my heart.

And now, that expectation is finally about to come true.

Is she really ready?

Victoria was still hesitant, trying to determine if Ron was the person she could entrust her heart to.

But who is Ron?

He didn't give Victoria any time to think.

He knocked on her door that very night.

Victoria was startled by the knocking, her hand holding the teacup hovering in mid-air for a long time.

But the knocking on the door kept going on.

"It's me, Ron. I need to talk to you. Open the door." Ron's voice came from behind the door.

This seemed to give her a reason to convince herself:

"Oh, so late at night, why the rush? Something must have happened."

She kept repeating it to herself.

In the end, I went over and opened the door a crack.

"What do you have...?"

But before she could finish speaking...

Ron burst into her room like a raging boar.

He pinned her down.

He rubbed against her beautiful face.

What else did Victoria want to say?

"No, I haven't thought about it yet..."

But it was too late; in the time it took him to kiss her twice, her clothes were gone.

The two were completely honest with each other.

"You! Bastard..."

Ron ignored her coquettish complaints; for him, getting the food into his mouth first was the safest option.

Feelings can be cultivated later, and Victoria doesn't seem to be trying to rebel.

At this point, Ron understood, and he leaned down and whispered something in her ear:

"Give me the rest of your life!!"

Victoria blinked her long eyelashes, and finally closed her eyes with a slight blush.

Once he got here, Ron wasn't in a hurry anymore.

They began to kiss gently.

Feeling Victoria's body trembling slightly.

Ron felt a surge of smugness and wanted to continue his pranks.

But Victoria got so angry that she pounced on Ron and took the initiative.

"Damn it, that's enough! Give it to me..."

As she made her move, her brows furrowed.

"Hiss~"

It took quite a while for him to relax.

"Phew~"

Ron, of course, couldn't just stand by and watch, so he gently laid her down.

He took over the command himself.

......

The airship rested on the sea, with the sound of waves constantly crashing against the shore.

It was accompanied by the sound of a rapid wind.

As the wind picked up, waves occasionally splashed against the cabin windows.

At this time, it would disturb the two people inside the house.

We had to stop and rest.

After what seemed like an eternity, the distant sea began to turn white.

The commotion inside the cabin finally subsided.

Victoria nestled in Ron's arms, her eyes no longer holding the noble and unapproachable air she once possessed as a level three mage.

Now it's all about fulfillment and dependence.

Ron ran his fingers through her sweat-dampened hair.

His domineering stance left no room for argument: "From now on, you're mine."

"You're not allowed to use magic to remove those stamps I gave you, understand?"

Victoria was too weak to do anything at the moment, so she nodded in agreement with whatever Ron said.

She didn't want to be tormented anymore.

The mage's physique is still far inferior to that of the knight.

What's more, it's a brand new car.

Ron also caught a glimpse of the plum blossom on the bed sheet.

He then hugged Victoria tightly, feeling quite pleased with himself.

But by then she had already fallen into a deep sleep. Ron saw that it was getting late, so he simply wiped himself down and went to rest.

I should be able to sleep in tomorrow.

He had already told Margaret, and the little girl was shocked when she heard that Ron was going to harm her sister Victoria.

That's also a cause for celebration.

This is great news!

She really thought Victoria's decision to be with Ron was a good one.

She's already interviewed her sister, so she won't let her down.

Therefore, they proactively provided various forms of cooperation.

Ron lived up to expectations and successfully won over Victoria.

From now on, the two of them really have to be sisters, with Margaret still being the older sister.

It was almost noon the next day.

Ron had just woken up.

Touching the side, I felt the texture of a CR brand product.

This was accompanied by a soft moan.

Victoria was also awakened by Ron's large hand.

When faced with Ron's morning antics, Victoria seemed like a completely different person.

She let Ron do as he pleased, gazing at him with eyes full of spring water.

"Huh, is she just a hopeless romantic?!"

It's quite possible that this seemingly cold and aloof woman, once she sheds her outer shell, will love even more passionately.

Early in the morning, Ron was already feeling very energetic.

A single glance from her watery eyes felt like my very bones were melting.

He leaned close to Victoria's ear, where he could still see the fine downy hairs, and whispered:

"Has your body recovered any better?"

The physical condition of a third-tier life form goes without saying. Even though Ron almost broke it apart last night, it recovered almost completely after a good night's sleep.

However, it would definitely be somewhat difficult for him to fight against Ron, a third-tier knight.

You can feel Ron's reaction.

Victoria couldn't bear to let her sweetheart hold it in, so she forced herself to say:

"It's okay, come on!!"