In fact, Alvin had always considered himself a gentleman.
He never took advantage of others.
And yet… perhaps it was the natural allure that Morgan le Fay carried, perhaps it was the moonlight, the warmth of the room, or simply the unexpected turn of fate—
When he saw Morgan, dressed far more provocatively than usual… his heart did a beat.
Morgan's blue gown clung to her sexy and graceful curves like a second skin, the fabric straining against the generous swell of her breasts.
Between them, a crimson mark glowed faintly.
The two stared at each other as their gazes locked.
The witch's eyes traced downward, lingering where Arvin's own magic circuits pulsed beneath his skin.
"How... fascinating," She breathed, closing the distance.
A charming smile flashed across her luscious lips, "Your magic circuit is really special."
Water droplets still glistened along her collarbones from her bath, making her skin glow like moonlit porcelain.
The low-cut neckline did nothing to conceal the impossible softness beneath, each movement sending dangerous ripples through fabric barely containing them.
He didn't hear whatever she said.
After all, the scene in front of him was so soul stirring that he couldn't look away.
Looking at the guy staring at her blankly, Morgan smile, reached out and gently stroked the boy's face.
Then, suddenly, world compressed to warmth and lavender and crushing softness as Morgan pulled him against her.
At first it was almost chaste.
Just the quickening of Arvin's breath against her breasts, the tentative press of his palms at her waist.
But then her arms tightened like vines, her nails scoring his back through the fabric.
A flush bloomed across her cheeks, pupils dilating with something between affection and hunger.
Is this attempted murder by cleavage? Arvin's thoughts short-circuited even as his body relaxed into the embrace.
Although the "love" she poured over him was suffocating in its intensity, quite literally, given how his face currently disappeared between pillowy mounds that defied both gravity and reason.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away.
Of course, it wasn't because he couldn't bear to leave such huge softness, but because Morgan was Avenger-class for a reason.
To quell her rage, she first needed to drown in affection.
Even if it meant enduring this... strategic smothering.
A necessary sacrifice, he told himself, feeling himself against the softness of her sexy body as his hands slid beneath silken fabric to map the dip of her spine.
"Mm—!"
Morgan's delicate body trembled, and the queen demeanor she had just maintained disappeared.
Her lashes fluttered, gaze turning liquid when she looked down at him.
For all her earlier "insects beneath my heel" demeanor, the way her breath hitched was... unexpectedly cute.
Encouraged, Arvin let his palms drift higher—
"Arvin." Morgan caught his wrists, teeth worrying her lower lip as if trying desperately to maintain her sanity. "Answer me something."
Her voice was syrup, but the glint in her eyes promised knives.
"Just ask," Alvin said.
"If I'm not mistaken, that mark in your circuits... it's the Red Dragon's mana, isn't it?"
"..."
The moment the woman's voice fell, Alvin's body suddenly stiffened.
Morgan's enchanting and alluring face remained gentle, her tone sweet and captivating, yet Alvin distinctly saw a hint of danger in her eyes.
For a woman like Morgan le Fay, being with her required either wholehearted devotion or being prepared to be thrown into the basement at any moment for some "special little games."
After all, her perception was terrifyingly sharp, which also meant her ability to catch infidelity was maxed out.
Alvin's mind raced, but before he could speak, the woman once again said in an extremely soft voice, "Actually, it's nothing. You were married to Lily, and now that you've returned to the palace, she'll naturally come for you."
"In the end, I'm the one who came later."
As she spoke these last words, a faint dimness seemed to flicker in her eyes.
As someone who had played countless galgames, especially having "fully cleared all CGs" in the British storyline, Alvin believed he understood the personalities of the "heroines" very well.
Sister Morgan's words might seem like an expression of magnanimity, but in fact, she was waiting for his response...a response that would satisfy her.
Knowing that this was a critical moment, Alvin subtly took hold of Morgan's delicate hand and whispered the truest words that came into his mind, "There's no right or wrong in love. You just happened to fall for someone you shouldn't have."
Morgan lightly pursed her red lips, a trace of sadness in her voice. "Do you think I shouldn't have disturbed your life?"
"In a way, you really shouldn't have disturbed my life back then," Alvin replied.
The unexpected answer made Morgan freeze for a moment, instinctively lifting her gaze to look at the young man.
Even though the two were incredibly close at that moment, close enough for her to launch a surprise attack if she wished, Morgan instead felt a pang of sorrow at Alvin's words.
However, the boy didn't stop there, "If not for you, I probably would've lived a simple but happy married life with Lily after our wedding."
It was clearly just a very peaceful tone, but it seemed to have some kind of lethal power, causing a hint of complexity to flash across Morgan's eye.
"But I'm also glad you approached me back then."
Just then, Alvin's voice sounded again beside her ear.
The woman's eyes flickered, her face showing a hint of confusion.
"...Why?"
If she hadn't approached Alvin back then to get revenge on her sister, the empire-shaking "White Dragon War" would never have happened.
"I only approached you at first to get revenge—"
Before Morgan could finish, her words were gently interrupted by Alvin, "To get revenge on Lily, right?"
"But later, when we were together, were you still acting out of revenge?"
For a moment, the usually arrogant and queenly witch seemed at a loss, unsure of how to respond.
At that moment, Alvin wrapped his arm around Morgan's slender waist and said tenderly, "I'm glad you approached me in the first. Otherwise, I would never have known what kind of woman Morgan le Fay truly is."
"To the people of Britain, you're seen as a cold, unfeeling witch, but I've never believed you were truly aloof."
"My personality really is aloof..."
"I know."
Alvin pressed his hand against Morgan's shoulder, firmly pushing her against the wall.
At that moment, the young man's body was almost entirely pressed against hers.
Morgan le Fay's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
She lifted her moist, beautiful eyes to meet Alvin's gaze, filled with the lingering resentment of his past betrayal, but also an indescribable mix of anticipation and unease.
Alvin gazed tenderly at Morgan's lovely face and whispered, "The world sees Morgan le Fay as an arrogant witch without emotions... but I know there's a truly soft place in her heart."
Without giving Morgan a chance to react, Alvin switched from defense to offense, leaning in to kiss her.
"——!!!!"
The moment their lips touched, even through the impressive barrier of her bosom, Alvin could feel Morgan's uncontrollably quickening heartbeat.
Lips and teeth met, and after what felt like an eternity, Alvin finally released Morgan's reddened lips before murmuring with a hint of apology in his voice, "Forgive my boldness, but now... I want to feel your magic more deeply..."
"Alvin, you—"
Before she could finish, Alvin swept her mature, voluptuous figure into his arms and gently laid her down on the pristine white bed behind them.
Thud! Thud!
The White Dragon's Core roared to life in an instant, pulsing like an emperor's engine.
As Alvin pressed his hand against Morgan's body, a peculiar interface suddenly appeared before his eyes.
[Special Achievement Unlocked: The Witch's Heart EX]
[Time Remaining: 00:00:60:00]
Another new achievement…?
And why is there only an hour left on the timer?!
Alvin froze for a split second before quickly regaining his composure.
No matter what, important business comes first!
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