The Maiden and Her Beloved Admire the Flowers

T/N: Ahhhhh.Damn that author what's up with these continues lemons after every damn chapter it's still there though fucking incomplete.

If you love lemons why keep them incomplete at add some details.

Atleast understand the thoughts of a translator when he wants to fill in the gap.

Sorry guys today I can't complete 10 chapters.

Because I am tired 😩

Especially after having to make this extra lewd chapter.

So bye.

Ps. This chapter is a lot bit different from the original

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The setting sun gradually descended behind the mountains.

The dim yellow sunlight spread across the entire forest, dyeing everything it touched with a pale yellow veil.

On a patch of ground in the forest.

Excalibur and Excalibur Galatine were placed side by side, stuck into the ground.

They cast long, slanted shadows, and at first glance, they looked almost identical.

Artoria sat under a tree, hugging her slightly curled legs, her head resting on her knees, gazing ahead.

Her eyes were filled with joy.

Partly because she had indeed obtained Excalibur from the Lady of the Lake.

And partly—

Artoria looked at Excalibur Galatine beside Excalibur.

She hadn't expected to have such a connection with Ian.

It was incredibly fortunate.

"I'm back."

Hearing the voice she longed for, the girl turned around and saw Ian holding a pile of fruit.

He smiled wryly, "It seems we'll only be eating these tonight."

"It's alright."

Artoria's smile remained bright.

"Anything is fine as long as I'm with Sir Ian."

Crack—

The campfire lit up.

In the night-shrouded forest, it was the only light by the lake.

"This forest really has a lot of different kinds of fruit."

Artoria looked at the fruit Ian had gathered.

"As expected of the forest where the Lady of the Lake resides, even the produce is so abundant."

"Yes, that's true."

Ian wouldn't tell Artoria that he already knew this.

After all, he had been here with Morgan a long time ago.

As the birthplace of the princess, Ian remembered almost every detail of this place—and nothing much had changed.

But there was no need to bring it up.

"It is indeed very abundant. Being able to do even this, it seems they really do possess great power."

"Yes."

Artoria nodded, her gaze falling on the fruit.

Looking at them, she had a small, mischievous idea.

She continued, "Sir Ian, these fruits look very delicious."

The girl picked up an apple and held it to the man's mouth.

"Would you like to try some?"

"..."

Seeing the very proactive hand reaching towards him, Ian didn't need to look to know that Artoria's eyes were full of anticipation.

He smiled slightly and naturally took a bite of the apple.

"Hmm, it's really good."

"Is, is that so?!"

"Then—"

Artoria took back the apple.

"Since Sir Ian said it's good, I won't be shy!"

With that, the girl took a bite from the spot where Ian had bitten, revealing a blissful smile as if she had kissed him.

However, she didn't know that her little plan had been seen through by the despicable knight beside her.

[You realize that Artoria is very happy to be alone with you.]

[You know this is the best time to further corrupt her.]

[Your goal is to control her, not to enjoy sweet moments by the lake.]

[As a despicable knight, you won't miss such an opportunity.]

This was the perfect opportunity.

As Artoria took her second bite from the apple, following his bite mark, the despicable knight began his move.

He took the girl's hand and pulled her into his arms.

He whispered in her ear, "Artoria, let's have a contest."

"A contest?"

"Yes." Ian nodded.

"Let's see if you can finish the apple first, or if I can admire your beauty first."

Hearing this, the girl didn't answer directly, but just nodded shyly.

Crack—

The girl took a bite of the apple.

The knight's boots, which had covered her legs, were unlaced and removed, revealing the silk stockings hidden underneath.

The girl was, after all, a lover of beauty—the stockings were designed to tighten and accentuate her legs.

The despicable knight reached out and slowly pulled them down her thighs.

The girl's full but not cumbersome legs were instantly revealed.

They were fair and smooth, the beauty of her youth.

Crack—

The girl took a second bite of the apple.

The wide royal dress was slowly lifted, like the raising of a curtain before a grand play.

At this moment, she wasn't drinking wine in the way she had been taught.

The moonlight illuminated the girl's beautiful garden, without a trace of weeds.

He teased her garden with his fingers inserting two at once checking how how clean the garden is internally.

His teasing caused her to let out a sweet sound.

"Ahn~".

It was like.

If a visitor were to gently tease the forbidden fence, they would hear the cries of a fleeing rabbit.

It was a very lovely sound.

Crack—

The girl took a third bite of the apple.

The royal robe fell to the ground, followed by the armor.

The girl's curves were also illuminated by the moonlight, outlining a beautiful shape.

Ian lowered his head and tasted the moist crimson snow, a subtle sweetness filling his throat.

He bit on it.

It caused an even greater effect than before.

She let out her sweet cry. And came a gush of essence, spraying Ian's face.

"Ahnn~~ Sir Iahn~".

Clearly it was her weak spot.

"Sir Ian..huff..huff".

She huffed tiredly while gazing at him, the half eaten apple still in her hands.

Ian smirked and said playfully.

"It seems I've won."

He held the girl's hands, leaving her only able to hold the unfinished apple with her lips.

"Artoria, you've lost."

"..."

Although she could only make muffled sounds, the girl nodded.

"Alright then—"

Ian picked up Artoria, still holding the apple.

"Since you've lost, there should be a punishment."

"Otherwise, this duel would be meaningless."

[You picked up Artoria.]

[You took her into the lake.]

[You knew you had to make her fall further.]

[You already had a plan.]

Perhaps because of the elves' blessing, even at night, the lake's water temperature hadn't dropped much.

The warm lake water soaked their bodies, feeling like a bath.

After temporarily removing the half-eaten apple from the girl's mouth, Ian placed it aside.

Before she could answer, he directly took her soft tongue, soaked in apple juice, into his mouth.

The girl initially resisted a little.

But as Ian held her hands and gently caressed her usual cup, she completely lost her will to resist.

"Artoria yo want me to put it right".

He questioned with a urge for her to answer in a specific.

"Yes Sir Ian please put your sword in my scabbard".

"Very well".

He entered her insides.

Soon their body started moving in a sync.

Matching the same rhythm and speed.

Her body began to rise and fall, the frequency and arc depending entirely on him.

The usually cold and ruthless king was now like a fish struggling in a net, no matter how she thrashed, it was in vain.

"Ahnn~".

She couldn't stop her moans.

But.

"Muffle!"

Artoria's lips were soon sealed.

Ian just wanted to play with her lips.

They continued their carnal dance of pleasure.

After a long while, when the girl's body trembled and almost went limp, Ian finally stopped.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "How was it? Did you feel the fear of losing?"

"I, I felt it..." Artoria's murmur came.

"Then you can't lose again."

"Yes... Sir Ian, I know."

Although her will had been almost destroyed by pleasure, the girl's expression was still very happy.

Perhaps for her, having such close contact with her beloved was the happiness of her youth.

Realizing this, Ian, though feeling a little heartache, didn't stop his despicable behavior.

He kissed her cheek and continued, "Artoria, didn't you say you wanted a chance to continue our bliss?"

"Eh?!"

The girl raised her head, slightly surprised.

"Sir Ian, do you mean now..."

Although Artoria was blushing, she didn't have any thoughts of backing down.

She wanted to get happiness from him, so why would she refuse?

"It might be a little different from what you think."

Ian used one hand to continue to caress her breasts, and the other to dip into the lake water.

After a few seconds, the girl's body suddenly trembled.

"Sir Ian, that's..."

"Artoria."

Ian whispered in her ear, "Actually, I don't think it's time to continue that bliss yet."

"But—"

"Seeing how hard you're trying, I think it would be unfair to you if I didn't respond."

"Sir Ian..."

Artoria's eyes showed a hint of being spoiled.

"I understand."

"In that case, please respond in a way that you think is appropriate."

"Artoria, thank you."

Ian's face was calm, but his heart was surging.

After all.

He was going to fuck her ass.

Ian though a noble knight now.

In the first place he was just a despicable and lecherous knight who coveted princess's body.

Though many things changed his essence remained the same.

A Bastard.

So his thoughts were of course crude.

He set her his dragon on her cute little cave.

And with a gentle push.

He expected it to enter.

But Artoria's body was really resilient.

So he adopted a more forced approach.

He whispered.

"Artoria forgive if it's hurts".

Artoria let out a hum in acknowledgement.

Then with a approval he forced his huge dragon inside the narrow cave.

It was more tighter than Morgan's cave.

Ian felt his every inch getting stimulated.

"Argh~ ahn~".

Artoria let out a pained cry, after all being spread from inside is definitely not pleasant at first in that hole.

The girl's eyes, which had been barely calm, widened little by little during this process.

She had overestimated herself and underestimated him.

This was not as easy to accept as she had imagined.

The girl's hands struggled on the grass on either side, almost tearing up the tender shoots.

By the time everything was fully pushed in, she had many broken blades of grass in her hands.

But this was only the beginning.

To maintain the contract of bliss, there could be no stillness.

"Are you alright?"

"You've been trembling non-stop."

"I, I'm fine!" The girl held back the tears in her eyes.

But she held on.

[The lake water gently swayed.]

Ian entered her slowly, reaching more in depth.

He felt her pain subsiding and asked in slight worry.

"Artoria are you alright?".

"Ahm~ ah yes please~ continue.ahm".

She felt it was a completely different from doing it in the usual place.

Ian started moving.

Pah~

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Pah~

It was slow but felt completely different experience for both.

For Ian her tightness alone seems to make him want to release it quickly.

For Artoria the simple act of finally giving her every last bit of her whole body was arousing.

They continued their unholy bonding under the moon.

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[You and Artoria came together in the waters, became clean under its cleansing.]

[It seems that the Faeries don't mind you doing this, and even seem to welcome it.]

In the moonlight.

The girl lay on the shore of the lake.

Her legs were still soaked in the lake water, while the rest of her body lay on the grass.

The moonlight shone on her body, reflecting a snow-like purity.

Not far away, Excalibur and Excalibur Galatine were still stuck in the ground, like two silent witnesses.

"Artoria, how are you feeling?" The man's voice came from behind the girl.

"Yes... I'm fine, Sir Ian, please do it again

This time don't hold back."

Seeing the girl's unguarded invitation to her garden, Ian's beastly nature was somewhat aroused.

This was not the place that his inner constraints forbade him from entering.

Then—

Let's use this to complete the false response.

In this way, she would definitely have a deeper recognition of this relationship, until she was completely corrupted.

The man reached out, picked a blade of grass from the shore, and gently stirred the small, rounded bud.

It was her asshole.

The girl's body reacted as if it had been electrocuted.

"Are you scared?" Ian asked, feigning ignorance.

"No, not at all, it's just... I'm not used to it yet."

Knowing that Artoria was only worried that he would give up because of her reaction, Ian tacitly maintained the secret.

He discarded the probing grass and instead took hold of the girl's unfinished apple, gently twisting it to extract some of the unholy juice still inside.

Yes he wanted to do it at that place again.

Can anyone blame him.

But this time he wanted to take proper measures.

And to that this was a necessary measure.

A path not normally traveled would naturally lack any prior lubrication though he had forgotten it due to Morgan's excellent body or magecraft.

He neglected it at that time but he is prepared now.

The slightly moist apple juice would be the best companion for the journey.

However, this was a somewhat cold experience for the girl—but for the sake of her beloved's favor, she was willing to endure it.

With everything prepared, Ian took a deep breath and grasped the firm curves on either side of the girl's garden, as if holding sacred treasures.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the girl's fair back.

"Artoria, are you ready?"

"Yes... I'm ready, Sir Ian."

"Then—"

"I'm coming in."

Ian took a deep breath and began to act according to his plan.

Again It was a much tighter experience than he had imagined.

Even after doing that.

At the entrance, there still was a sense of impassable resistance.

He realised.

It was because of Avalon.

Damn that scabbard.

As soon as he moved a short distance, he heard the girl's moan.

"Can't take it?"

"It's nothing, since I took it before." The girl bit her lip tightly. "Sir Ian, I can take it again."

Ian couldn't tell if she was truly fearless or just didn't want him to worry.

But either way, it was just a step on the path to corruption.

The apple juice, driven by external force, slowly flowed deeper into the garden.

"Sir Ian, please don't hold back."

"Just like the oath we made, please continue!"

Ian knew Artoria was lying.

Having been intimate with Morgan countless times, he knew what a girl looked like when she was aroused.

But—

That was his initial goal.

To make her feel ashamed, but still accept everything.

He was not a righteous person, but a bastard who would be despicable enough to kill his colleague for Morgan.

"Then Artoria, I won't hold back."

"Yes... please continue."

The girl's garden contracted and expanded little by little with the busy comings and goings.

After a long while.

The despicable one's irrigation filled every path in the garden, until it overflowed and dripped into the lake water.

The girl's eyes widened several times, as if she felt a kind of heat.

Was it pleasurable?

Of course, it was.

But Ian always felt a needle-like sting in his heart.

But regardless, he should at least come out.

But at this moment—

The girl grabbed Ian's hand.

"Sir Ian, the night is still long."

"Please let me understand more."

"I... don't dislike this at all!"

"..."

Ian was speechless.

This sincerity made him feel that one day he would really cross that line.

The lakeside at night, amidst these worries, welcomed the girl's cries of pleasure.