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In the dimly lit room, listening to Morgan Le Fay's words, Asher quietly swallowed. He felt somewhat at a loss, his gaze finally, with difficulty, shifting from Morgan Le Fay's chest to the floor.
Morgan Le Fay seemed to be enjoying Asher's reaction. While observing his expression, she elegantly sipped from her cup, then, with a mischievous look, offered the cup to Asher, "Want a sip yourself?"
"Or do you prefer me to feed you the way I just did?" Morgan continued.
Asher didn't speak. He didn't know where to put his gaze, let alone have the composure to answer Morgan Le Fay.
"You really prefer the way it was just now, don't you? What a shy child," Morgan Le Fay sighed as if troubled. "Oh well, I'll grant your wish this time."
After she finished speaking, she pressed Asher's face, seemingly intending to kiss him again in the same manner. Asher quickly took the cup from Morgan's hand, "I'll drink it myself!"
Morgan blinked, "Tsundere?"
"No way!" Asher retorted, picking up the red wine Morgan handed him. He hesitated for a moment, then finally took a sip.
It tasted a bit worse, somehow?
"So you're just secretly suggestive then?" Morgan chuckled softly, her eyes deep. "You clearly liked it better just now, didn't you?"
"No," Asher answered guiltily, not quite believing his own words.
"Dare you swear an oath?" Morgan asked.
Asher: "..."
"Indeed, you're secretly suggestive. But that's quite cute too. Suppressing your inner desires, not wanting to have intimate contact with others casually, I don't dislike that attitude." Morgan Le Fay's fingers subtly traced Asher's neck, finally resting on his chest. She raised her charming, beautiful face, a captivating smile on her lips.
"But... sometimes you should also know how to follow your inner desires."
"Now I'll ask you again, what do you want to do right now?" Morgan's voice gently sounded in Asher's ear, stirring his heartstrings.
"Just so you know, don't think about running away. No one will disturb us here. Unless they can break through the Sustained Knights' defensive perimeter outside, or are someone acknowledged by the Sustained Knights... but that's impossible. Besides you and Lily, no one else in all of Britain can enter this room so easily. Likewise, you can't leave by yourself right now either."
"Big sister already told you... don't fully trust me, or you might be eaten one day without even knowing it," Morgan continued.
Asher's gaze returned from the door to Morgan Le Fay, lingering on her for a while, then subtly shifted to the bed beside them.
"What exactly do you want to do, Sister Morgan?"
"I told you, since you don't want to be King Arthur, then stay and be queen when the time comes," Morgan Le Fay said with a charming smile, her voice incredibly alluring.
"You're not still thinking of escaping, are you?"
As she spoke, she slowly closed her eyes, her long lashes fluttering slightly, her face very close.
"Don't you want to taste the scent of red wine again?" she said once more.
It was just a single sentence, but it seemed to completely stir Asher's emotions. His gaze involuntarily lingered on that seductive and alluring mouth for a long time, his fingers unconsciously clutching the cup tightly, but after a while, he slowly relaxed his grip.
"You win... Sister Morgan."
It no longer mattered. Since Morgan had gone to such lengths, trying to act like a gentleman now would probably just make Sister Morgan look down on him.
Hearing Asher's words of surrender, Morgan quietly opened her eyes, about to say something more, but Asher's lips had already sealed Morgan's.
Perhaps due to being overly excited or shy, Asher's body trembled slightly, his cheeks a little flushed, but he never let go of the kiss. Morgan's eyes flashed with surprise,
but soon, the surprise in her eyes turned to pleasure.
Morgan gazed into Asher's eyes, her gaze full of greed.
Her perspiring skin exuded a faint fragrance, and this scent stimulated Asher's nostrils even more. Whether it was due to the red wine he'd just had, the atmosphere in the room, or the woman's earlier teasing, Asher's eyes could only see Morgan Le Fay's captivating face.
After a long time, their lips parted. Asher looked earnestly at Morgan and whispered, "Is it okay, Sister Morgan?"
"Of course, if you can do it," Morgan Le Fay's every move and smile seemed to tug at Asher's nerves. Upon hearing this, the last shred of Asher's rationality was completely eroded.
Perhaps due to nervousness, Asher's fingers trembled slightly. He had thought about such things before and believed he could remain calm, but reality told him that he was very nervous right now. So nervous that his body was trembling slightly. Morgan Le Fay also sensed the young man's nervousness at this moment and comforted him in a soft voice, "Calm down, it's my first time too."
"So, there's no need to be too nervous we can take it slow..." Her voice suddenly stopped. Morgan Le Fay paused for a moment before raising her eyes to look at Asher.
"You're more intense than I imagined, but it would be even better if you could be a little gentler~"
"Sorry."
Hearing Asher's apology, Morgan only smiled gently, "It's fine, no need to apologize, continue."
"I'll teach you everything your Shishou didn't teach you~"
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"Are you satisfied?" a soft, alluring voice sounded in his ear.
Asher lay on the soft velvet bed, turning his head slightly to look at the woman beside him. Even in the dim light of the room, he could clearly see her snow-white, tender skin. Although covered by a blanket, he could distinctly see her fair, fragrant shoulders. She was now docile, like a small bird nestling close.
Asher hummed, closing his eyes, seemingly still reliving what had just happened. In the warm bed, Morgan Le Fay was clearly naked. Her beautiful body, even without elaborate description, could be imagined to hold such wonderful sights. Morgan Le Fay gathered her silver hair from her back and brought it over her shoulder, a gentle smile on her face.
Although she usually appeared alluring and charming, it was actually her first time, which somewhat surprised Asher earlier. He had thought that given her penchant for teasing others, Morgan would have extensive experience, but it turned out she was just putting on a brave front, probably not wanting Asher to see her naive side.
However, even without experience in that regard, the previous seduction was something no normal person could resist. In that situation just now, let alone Asher, any normal person would probably have lost control.
Fortunately, due to his White Dragon body and previous training, his physical constitution was quite good, otherwise, he might not have been able to satisfy this woman.
Feeling that Morgan in his arms seemed to be getting restless again, Asher promptly held her wrist and said helplessly, "Settle down, Sister Morgan, do you want to kill me?"
"Just one last time."
"I want to rest..." Asher said. If this continued, he feared he truly couldn't keep going.
Morgan stared into Asher's eyes, a seductive smile on her face.
"This alone isn't enough~"
After she finished speaking, she didn't give Asher a chance to reply, and her lips pressed against his.
...
Morgan slightly tilted her head to look at Asher, who was lying on the large bed with his eyes closed. She chuckled softly and stroked his face, "You still need more training; this level isn't enough."
Three hours and it's still not enough?!
Asher wanted to complain, but in the end, he didn't say it. He was too tired, too tired to even speak. Those three hours just now had almost completely turned Asher into a shriveled dead fish. Not only was his body exhausted, but Asher had also lost a large amount of magic previously, which was the real reason for his current fatigue. And it wasn't just once; three hours... one could imagine how many things happened during that time. As for the specific details, there's no need to elaborate further; upright and noble people probably wouldn't care to know.
In short, Asher now just wanted to lie down and get some good sleep. He didn't even want to think about the plans he'd made during the day.
"Sleep, and we'll continue our efforts tomorrow," Morgan Le Fay gently stroked Asher's head. When she looked down again, he was already asleep.
He must be really tired, huh?
I need to find a way to enhance his physical strength.
As Morgan thought, she closed her eyes and felt the changes in her body. After a moment, she opened her eyes, a hint of surprise on her face.
Indeed, it's such potent magic... Asher himself can't use the restricted magic within his body, but he can transfer it to me that way?
Morgan Le Fay's face showed delight. She had only intended to "eat some cake" early, but she didn't expect the cake to be not only sweet but also highly nutritious.
Such potent magic, he's practically a humanoid magic extractor... It's a wonder Scathach endured for so long without making a move on him. Hmm... Or perhaps she already knew, but didn't want herself to become stronger, so she didn't "eat" Asher? Or perhaps she was simply considering her daughter's matters and therefore hesitated? Regardless of the outcome, she was the ultimate winner. A smile curved on Morgan Le Fay's face as she thought of this.
She had gained magic and eaten cake; the double happiness merged into even greater joy. However... if Asher didn't want to be King Arthur, she would have to start paving the way for him. Lily's situation was also fine now; her body could grow naturally, and she wouldn't have much to do even if she became king.
Eliminating the other races was only a matter of time, and there were no major issues with the tribes; they just needed to be slowly absorbed. Thinking of this, Morgan looked down at the still sleeping young man, gently ran her fingers through his soft hair, and a faint smile appeared on her exquisite face. She carefully pulled Asher back into her embrace.
Hmm... I'll put it off for now; I'll think about it slowly after tonight.
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It was night in the Land of Shadows.
Scathach sat at the head of her bed, wearing only a light slip dress. The door was open, and she gazed at the hazy moonlight outside. Ordinarily, she should have been asleep by this time, but for some reason, tonight she felt restless. She possessed a prophetic ability, sometimes able to vaguely foresee certain things, but this time she couldn't pinpoint the situation. She just couldn't fall asleep, even with her eyes closed.
Thump-thump.
A faint knocking sound came from outside the room. A graceful figure stood at the doorway. Uathach looked at her mother inside the room and gently asked, "Mom, can I come in?"
"Not asleep yet at this hour?" Scathach looked up at her daughter outside the door. "Come in."
"What's wrong? Is something bothering you that you can't sleep?" Scathach asked with concern, seeing the melancholic expression on Uathach's face.
Uathach shook her head. She didn't know how to explain it; she just had a very uneasy feeling, so she decided to go for a walk. She happened to see that her mother didn't seem to be asleep either, so she thought she'd come and check, and her guess was right.
Scathach pondered. It seemed Uathach felt the same way she did. Uathach also possessed a certain degree of "prophetic" ability, though it wasn't a subjective prediction, but rather an "intuition."
"Mom, why are you still awake so late tonight?" Uathach asked, her small face showing concern as she finished her sentence. "Did something happen to Ash?" Her intuition had always been accurate, which was why Uathach had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep tonight.
She always felt that something might have happened to Asher.
"You miss your little brother too much, that's why you're suddenly so worried," Scathach simply smiled and said casually, "With that goddess around, your little brother won't be in any trouble."
"Do you think anyone can harm your little brother in front of that goddess?" Scathach continued.
"That's true..." Uathach murmured to herself, but she still frowned. "Then could that goddess have done something to Ash?"
Scathach froze, then raised her hand and gently stroked Uathach's long, soft hair, "Don't worry, if she wanted to play any tricks, she could have done so a long time ago."
Scathach paused slightly here, then continued, "She wouldn't harm your little brother. Your intuition today is probably just a delusion... or perhaps your little brother is coming back soon or something."
"Is that really true?" Uathach still looked worried.
"Asher is quite excellent among the disciples I've taken. If that goddess truly harbored ill intentions, it wouldn't be easy for her to succeed." Moreover, she didn't believe Morgan would harm Asher. "So, go rest assured. It's getting late." Scathach's tone was much gentler than usual as she finished, softly comforting her daughter.
Listening to her mother's words, Uathach still didn't move. She hesitated for a moment, then looked up at her mother, "Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Still like to cuddle even at this age?" Scathach said helplessly, "Then you can sleep here tonight, if it helps you feel more at ease."
Upon hearing this, Uathach immediately hugged her mother, gently rubbing her cheek against her chest, "Thank you, Mom."
Scathach said nothing, only raising her head to look at the night outside the door. What could be the reason? Both Uathach and she simultaneously had a very strange feeling. Where did this feeling come from? If something had happened to her disciple, she couldn't possibly be unaware, especially with that goddess protecting him.
Was it really just my imagination? Perhaps it would be better to personally confirm it tomorrow? Scathach mused to herself.
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