Despite her ten years of continuous exercise, she didn't have a muscular physique; instead, like women who frequent the gym, her body was smooth, healthy, and pleasant to the touch... Like a precious treasure, Kayal toyed with Artoria's slightly sensitive body, feeling a sense of reluctance to let go.
Especially Artoria's soft moans combined with her twitching, sensitive body, made Kayal even more unable to stop...
Looking at Artoria in his arms, who was already utterly exhausted, her eyelids beginning to droop, Kayal couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her heavily on the lips, filled with satisfaction.
Kayal and Artoria fell into a deep sleep...
When Artoria woke up, it was already the next morning.
Opening her eyes to the morning sun, Artoria only felt the lingering fatigue mixed with pleasure throughout her body, as if she had fought a great battle with Teresa and then another with Cassandra—she was very tired!
"Are you awake?" The guy who was breathing into her ear with a lazy, seductive voice was none other than the culprit who had played with her to the extreme last night, and still her nominal master, Kayal!
And facing the sunlight, she also saw clearly what she was resting her head on—wasn't that Kayal's fair, jade-like arm!
She gasped, but before she could shrink back into the covers, she was pulled into a warm embrace by his strong arm.
A teasing, rather than gentle, voice came from above her head: "What, you who I played with all night yesterday, still want to escape from my grasp?"
His hot hand unconsciously covered her chest, while his other large hand, also with a burning sensation, climbed onto her perky buttocks.
Artoria's face was so shy that even the top of her head began to steam, but Kayal, having just tasted the forbidden fruit last night, wouldn't let her go so easily now, would he?
One must know that a man's morning erection is incredibly strong!
"Nah... Last night, before I could fully release eighteen years' worth, you were almost played out..." He whispered softly into Artoria's ear; this was her sensitive spot.
Sure enough, just his warmth had already made her earlobe flush, not to mention the power of his words combined with the hot, massive object pressed against her buttocks...
"Artoria, do you feel it?" Lightly licking Artoria's earlobe, the massive object moved near Artoria's buttocks, Kayal chuckled and asked, leaning in.
How could Artoria possibly answer him?
Her eyes full of swirling patterns, she could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.
"Truly wonderful... You've grown so mature... Artoria..." Gently caressing that curve, Kayal's lips moved from Artoria's earlobe all the way down to her jade-like neck.
One hand explored the softness of her chest, while the other gently caressed Artoria's thigh.
"Guwu..." A mournful moan escaped Artoria's lips as Kayal directly entered her body from behind her buttocks.
This awkward method of invasion instantly made her cry out.
Kayal, however, flipped her over, pressing her onto the soft bed and thrusting rhythmically.
Due to her sensitive constitution, Artoria had completely lost consciousness, her head twisted, her lips entangled with Kayal's, their tongues constantly intertwining, saliva slowly flowing down Artoria's delicate face towards her neck.
Just as Kayal was about to reach his peak, Artoria's eyes, which had been dazed, suddenly regained their sparkle.
An astonishing blush appeared on her face, and her gasps traveled through their intertwined tongues into Kayal's ears.
Kayal suddenly held Artoria's body tightly, and Artoria, like someone drowning, desperately clutched the bedsheets, their tongues, however, remained tightly intertwined.
A moment later, both suddenly relaxed completely.
Kayal lay on Artoria's body, breathing softly, inhaling the faint fragrance from her hair, greedily absorbing everything of Artoria.
"Does it feel good?" He chuckled, pulling in the red-faced Artoria, who had her eyes tightly shut.
Despite having been a virgin until his death in his previous life, Kayal, without any instruction, smiled and asked.
"..." Biting her lip, Artoria was determined not to open her eyes and act like an ostrich.
Seeing her adorable appearance, Kayal couldn't resist again and kissed her.
However, this time, having already released himself, Kayal merely savored Artoria's red lips.
It was funny to think that Artoria had never worn rouge or makeup, yet her lips were as crimson as a rose, which was probably why Kayal had fallen for her.
Thinking deeper, most of the girls in Kayal's manor didn't wear makeup.
With Kayal's will guiding the entire manor, perhaps this trend only existed because Kayal thought this way.
It was funny to think, could this be a developed fetish?
Playing with the two soft, perfectly sized, though not overly large, mounds on Artoria's chest, Kayal found it amusing to look at Artoria, who had her eyes tightly shut.
He released her, pulled the blanket over her, and said with a chuckle: "It's already this time, yet no one has come to disturb us.
Perhaps the Claymores on duty yesterday have already explained the situation and stopped my disciples.
If you're really not afraid of them coming in to tease you after I leave, you can certainly continue to sleep!"
Kayal's words, as he was dressing, hit Artoria's weak spot instantly.
It wasn't a big deal to be embarrassed, but to be embarrassed in front of friends she had known for over a decade would truly be shameful enough to want to dig a hole and never come out!
She leaped out of bed as if electrocuted, looking at Kayal, who was sitting leisurely in a chair, supporting his chin with his hand, watching the completely naked Artoria jump out of bed with an amused gaze, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing wider.
Artoria, whose skin was faintly pink, didn't dare to look at Kayal, simply burying her head in dressing.
After she had put on her underwear and outer garments, Kayal stood up, and without waiting for her to put on her armor, he embraced her waist, pulling her to the window.
His amber-like eyes met her Persian cat-like gaze, Kayal smiled softly, his fingertip tracing her face: "Nah, Artoria, about what happened last night... no matter what, I won't regret it."
Kayal, of course, was referring to taking responsibility, but in Artoria's ears, it held a different flavor.
She gently embraced Kayal's waist, resting her head on his chest, looking at the sunny rice fields outside, Artoria's eyes were lost in thought, and she murmured softly: "Mm, no regrets... About yesterday, I have no regrets either."