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"As soon as I heard the boss say this kind of stuff could improve our relationship, I bought them all."

"Ian." Vivian looked at the man next to her.

At this moment, the fairy wand in his hand also burned to the end.

In the darkness, the witch spoke out the nightmare that had been haunting her mind for the past few days.

"sorry."

"I'm really sorry... I feel like I'm totally unqualified to accept your feelings."

"..."

There was a sizzling sound.

Another fairy wand was lit.

In the dim yellow light, Ian reached out and wiped the tears from her face.

"Vivian."

"I took the initiative to confess my love to you. How come you are not qualified to accept it?"

"But can you please promise me that from now on, you won't hide this kind of sadness in your heart anymore."

"I'd be very sad."

It was still that familiar bias, but at this moment it made the witch even more sad.

How much did this unconditional favoritism cost him?

That was something Vivian could not and dared not imagine.

In this case--

At least for this moment, let him indulge himself a little.

This is the reward the Knights deserve but have not received for a long time.

There was a snap.

The sparkler fell to the ground, and after a few seconds, the fireworks lost their brilliance.

Under the moonlight, the princess of ancient Britain rode on her most loyal knight.

The scene at this moment seems to be no different from thousands of years ago.

But Vivian looked at him beneath her and knew that everything was different from the past.

"That--"

Vivian reached out and fondly stroked the knight's cheek.

Her fingertips passed over every part of his cheek, feeling the vicissitudes left for her.

"In that case... please help me get rid of the sadness in my heart."

The witch untied the knot at the back of her kimono, then took his hand and stretched it towards the open hole.

"Ian, let's make it more pleasant."

At this moment, the man realized how much preparation Vivian had made for this sorry.

She looked very clean, tidy and beautiful.

But at the same time, there is no cover inside, and you can reach directly into the skin as long as you put your hand in.

That's right.

This is a perfect vacuum configuration that is prepared in advance only when you are 100% sure that this form of apology will be used.

Perhaps she had been waiting for this moment during those days when they had never been able to talk to each other.

Thinking of this, Ian no longer had any hesitation - after all, he loved her from the bottom of his heart.

Faced with such an extremely proactive invitation, it is naturally impossible to turn a blind eye to it.

"Got it—let's have fun tonight."

"..."

After getting the man's promise, Vivian took the initiative to reach out to his waist, intending to untie the last restraint.

To be fair, this was a process that made her quite shy.

After all, in every memory of the past, it was actually him who took the initiative to do such things.

But now it’s different——

Vivian knew that she was not only fulfilling her words, but also fulfilling the obligations of a wife.

Her hands and feet were not nimble and she was even a little panicked, but she finally managed to do it.

I touched it down there, and it's still a little soft.

But it doesn’t matter—

I know how to get him excited for the night.

Vivian leaned down.

While gently rubbing his root with her extremely clean and flawless private parts, she kissed the knight in ecstasy.

At this moment, their hands were intertwined, and they used strength without hurting each other's skin, feeling the burning love.

As they kissed each other, the knight responded little by little, and finally he pressed against the witch's forbidden door and touched her vaguely during the passionate kiss.

Without any hesitation, Vivian stood up slightly and then fell down, finally sitting on the throne that belonged to her.

This is the most perfect match - the knight's lance belongs only to the princess, and the princess's treasury only allows the knight to enter.

At this moment, their lips parted, outlining several silver threads under the moonlight.

Continuing to hold his fingers tightly, Vivian began to rock up and down, as if she was sitting on the most suitable white horse.

Her breathing became much faster, and the kimono on her shoulders slipped down a little, revealing her proud northern curves.

In this unvisited shrine, the princess of ancient Britain tried her best to express her regrets, fearing that the other party might have missed something.

Finally, Vivian felt the other person's body trembling, which was a sign of a sprint.

A man's voice came at this time:

"Vivian, is it okay?"

"No problem." The witch completely stored the knight's spear into the treasury until her lower abdomen bulged slightly.

"Tonight...anything is fine as long as you like."

The next moment, Vivian felt her hands being slowly released, and her waist being grabbed tightly instead.

It was a feeling that was completely fixed on him, familiar yet strange.

But it doesn't matter.

Because the pleasure brought by his impact wiped out all other feelings - it was an action that went straight to the heart of the flower, enough to make all other trivialities become unimportant.

The witch's body was shaking violently, as if her entire body and soul were about to be shattered.

The clothes on her upper body had already completely slipped off due to this contact, and the proud lines of her breasts were exposed to the other person without any cover in the moonlight with two red spots.

This state of affairs looked extremely miserable—it was as if he had been violated so violently that he could not control himself.

But Vivian was extremely happy.

It's back, everything is back.

What the witch wanted to see was him being like a beast in front of her, tearing away all the shame of the past.

Vivian placed her hands on the man's chest, exhaling hot air from her mouth while constantly saying affectionate words like she was in heat:

"Hurry up, hurry up."

"Don't stop - Ian you love doing this kind of thing with me, don't you?"

"Make me the happiest person."

The witch's encouragement is like the devil's whisper.

The man penetrated deeper into her shameful area more unscrupulously, until each impact turned it upside down.

Finally, the two people completed the deep fusion that was no distinction between you and me.

Gurgling.

"Ugh—!"

Vivian tilted her head back, her hair swaying like willow branches blown by the wind in spring.

She could feel a large amount of thick stuff pouring into her deep inside - it was a hot and extremely satisfying feeling.

But Vivian was very worried at this moment.

She was afraid that she would lose her attraction to him from then on.

Just worried but didn't continue.

Because the witch heard words that made her soul tremble.

"Princess."

"I... still think the name Morgan suits you better."

359. Morgan found her husband/her real name/the beginning of the union (4k)

"..."

The moment Vivian heard Ian say her real name, her eyes blossomed like flower buds, filled with surprise but more of disbelief.

"Ian...what did you just say? Can you repeat it?"

"I said--"

The man looked at the hazy-eyed witch sitting on his vitals and answered gently.

"Princess."

"I think the name Morgan is more suitable for you."

"That's your real name, right?"

Hearing this, Vivian could no longer control her emotions.

She didn't care about the embarrassing look of her upper body being exposed, and threw herself in front of him, hugged the man's neck tightly, and buried her head in it.

"You stupid!"

The weeping witch expressed her grievances.

"Why did you remember it now?!"

"Sorry." The man hugged her in his arms, his tone full of apology.

"It seems that after doing this with the princess...my memory has finally returned to where it should be."

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan, who was called by his real name, stopped.

She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her, her tone becoming more cautious.

"Are you serious?"

"You only remembered all this after you had sex with me?"

"Yes."

Ian hugged Morgan, sat up, and looked at her in his arms with a little more affection in his eyes.

"The feeling provided by the princess seems to be irreplaceable no matter what."

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan immediately realized how important she was to him.

She reached out her hand, lifted his chin, and spoke with a hint of charm.