What kind of CG is this?
As the system notification appeared in his vision, Alvin was momentarily thrown into confusion and bewilderment.
From what he could tell, the CG system triggered a notification whenever a scene was deemed worthy of a CG, and completing a certain number of CG achievements would unlock special rewards.
And this scene... Morgan, inhabiting Gray's body, kissing him in the Clock Tower, it was clearly significant enough to qualify as a CG.
Alvin quickly pushed aside his jumbled thoughts, one hand gently resting on Morgan's soft, alluring waist, pulling her graceful figure closer as he immersed himself in the warm, tender sensation of her lips.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally lifted his head, gazing dazedly at the silver-haired beauty so close to him.
Though it was Gray's body, her demeanor was unmistakably that of a young Morgan.
The cold, piercing blue of her eyes now flickered with a hint of shyness and a deep, hidden joy.
Her nose was elegantly refined, her lips full, her features carved with precision.
Beneath her delicate temperament, she carries a cold and aloof arrogance.
Morgan stole a glance at Alvin but quickly turned her face away under his gaze, her expression one of displeasure and disdain.
"I told you, this isn't my body... Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Inhabiting another girl's body and kissing her lover... the sensation left Morgan with a profoundly strange and complex feeling.
Consider this: she was using Gray's body, but the consciousness controlling it was Morgan le Fay.
So the question was...if Grey kissed Alvin in this situation, was it Grey who was being intimate with Alvin, or was she the one being intimate with Alvin?
'Why do I feel like I'm cuckolding myself... ' he thought made Morgan's emotions indescribably complicated.
Noticing Alvin's gaze still fixed on her, she frowned slightly, her tone sharp: "Why are you still staring? Touch me again, and I won't hold back."
"You're so beautiful, Sister Morgan."
Alvin gazed at "Gray's" fair, exquisite face, his praise utterly sincere.
"..."
The room fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
Morgan's lips parted as if to say something, but her mind seemed to turn to mush.
Huh... Huh?!
After what felt like forever, her mind filled with countless exclamation marks.
As a princess of Britain, Morgan's beauty had been universally acknowledged among nobles in the past.
Before she became known as a "witch," countless nobles admired her.
Coupled with her title as King Uther's daughter, her many accolades had attracted countless suitors...
Compliments like "You're beautiful" had long since lost their effect on her.
But coming from Alvin... it was an entirely different matter.
After all, he was the man she loved...and the only one who's compliments mattered.
Sensing the boy's utterly sincere gaze and praise, Morgan fell silent for a moment.
She quickly turned her face away, pursing her lips, speaking in an icy tone. "Childish sweet talk. I shouldn't have undone the spell restraining you. I should've just thrown you into a basement for a few days to make you behave."
Alvin smiled without responding.
This was Morgan le Fay... or rather, the hereditary tsundere trait of the Pendragon family.
Her words and actions were always contrary to her feelings.
On the surface, she wore an "I've seen through you, man" expression, but inside, her heart was already blooming with joy.
Of course, this was only because Morgan had gradually let go of her past grudges.
If this were back when Alvin had just transmigrated to Britain, when Morgan was in her "blackened" state, she likely wouldn't have even given him a chance to speak.
Alvin supported her waist with one hand while the other slid up her plain cloak, gently undoing its buttons.
Beneath the bulky cloak was a black-and-dark-red student uniform, the shirt clinging tightly to her delicate frame, the short skirt revealing a pair of dazzlingly fair legs, her calves wrapped in white stockings that gleamed with a creamy smoothness.
If this were Gray, she'd likely be looking at Alvin with a timid, uneasy expression.
But Morgan was different.
Though his earlier words had made her heart flutter with shyness, she still met his gaze, as if refusing to admit defeat.
Alvin made no further moves, simply gazing at her.
At first, Morgan maintained her composure, but gradually, her expression began to falter.
She came to find Alvin tonight, and it was obvious that she was the hunter...even the initiative should be in her hands, but at this moment she was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and she felt a little "uneasy" in her heart that she had not felt for a long time.
Finally, Morgan quietly lowered her head, her long, curled lashes trembling slightly, a captivating blush spreading across her flawless, crystalline face.
Alvin placed his hand over hers, gently squeezing.
Then, he guided her to lie back on the bed, carefully removing her short boots.
Freed from one layer of restraint, Morgan's toes curled instinctively, as if out of shyness.
But soon, Alvin's hand rested lightly on her calf, slowly pulling down the white stocking...
Her fair, delicate feet were finally freed from their constraints, her toes lightly painted with a soft pink polish, glossy like jelly.
Say what you will, but a girl like Gray, who usually appeared so plain and understated, even in her low-key attire, could be utterly stunning with just a bit of effort.
Her delicate, aloof face, combined with Morgan's innate seductive charm and current shy demeanor, blended into a unique allure that no woman in the world could surpass.
Alvin looked up at the silver-haired girl's beautiful face.
Her eyes shimmered with a moist, shy glow, but due to her perspective, Morgan was gazing down at him.
For some reason, beyond her fluster, there seemed to be an indescribable excitement and delight deep in her eyes.
Their gazes met briefly, and Morgan snapped out of it as if waking from a dream, pulling her leg back and glaring at him with disdain.
"Are you really trying to get yourself killed? Don't forget what you did during the Holy Grail War... You think this is over?"
I thought she'd let it go, but she's still holding a grudge... Alvin said helplessly. "Sister, I already said, if you were my Master... I would have chosen you just as firmly."
A flicker of light danced in Morgan's eyes, and a strange expression crossed her fair, regal face.
"Choose me without hesitation?"
Before Alvin could react, Morgan extended a foot toward him, saying softly. "Then prove it."
Prove it...?
How am I supposed to prove it? Type with both hands to show my innocence?
Alvin couldn't help but grumble inwardly.
But under her teasing gaze, he sighed to himself.
Then, under Morgan's expectant, slightly excited eyes, he gently took her delicate, petite foot in his hand.
"What do you want me to do?"
Alvin asked.
"What do you think?"
Morgan countered.
At this moment, Morgan was her true self, lofty, like a queen commanding her vassal to swear loyalty.
Under her expectant gaze, Alvin's face slowly moved closer to her fair foot.
But just as he was about to make contact, he paused, then swiftly leaned forward and kissed her lips instead.
In fact, Alvin's tastes were quite normal, he wasn't a foot fetishist... but he didn't mind indulging Morgan's request.
After all, this was the woman he liked ..so if she asked, he wouldn't refuse.
However—!!!
If he went through with it under these circumstances, it would be less about proving himself and more about her teasing him for fun.
If he actually did it, this cunning woman would probably hold it over him for life.
Morgan's eyes widened in shock, staring at Alvin.
Her hands instinctively grabbed his shoulders, trying to push him away, but as time passed, her rigid body softened, her strength draining bit by bit.
After what felt like an eternity, Alvin finally released her lips, smiling gently under her indignant gaze.
"Sister, you're too good..."
Morgan shot him a look, brimming with charm. "For a guy like you, cleaning my toes would be your reward."
With that, she said coolly: "Let me go. I'm leaving."
Alvin chuckled inwardly.
Normally, that might be fine, but, now, whether she could leave or not wasn't up to her.
Keeping his expression neutral, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist, his hand slowly sliding downward.
Morgan seemed to guess what he was thinking but merely sneered inwardly, closing her eyes.
The consciousness inhabiting Gray's body began to fade rapidly, and the dormant consciousness within stirred awake.
"...Huh?!"
Almost simultaneously, a panicked, bewildered cry rang out in the room.
The girl clearly had no idea what was happening, staring at Alvin in a daze.
The moment he heard her voice, Alvin's movements froze, and he looked at the girl in shock.
As their eyes met, his mind raced like a storm, struggling to process what had just happened.
The next moment, when the silver-haired girl looked up again, her doe-like, clear eyes were filled with a mix of emotions.
And finally, those emotions coalesced into a single sentence.
"Alvin... what are you doing?"
Her soft, melodious voice left Alvin stunned.
Boom!
It was as if a bolt of lightning struck his mind, his expression gradually freezing.
...Gray?!
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