"Why did you stop? Keep going..."
Several hours later, teasing whispers drifted by his ear, warm breath blowing into his ear canal in an exceptionally alluring manner.
However, Samael expressionlessly pried apart the pair of lotus-white arms wrapped around his neck. Looking at the white-haired big sister on the bed, whose seductive eyes were brimming with charm as she shouted shamelessly, he remained as unmoved as an old monk in meditation.
"What's wrong? Don't like this type? Then I'll change it?"
With a giggling voice, the figure sitting at the table and drinking tea casually snapped her fingers. The white-haired big sister on the bed instantly twisted amid rippling purple light and transformed into the cold, proud Lion King.
"Lord Samael, the world should be brought under my rule. Even Royal Sister's treasures are no exception. I command you to offer me everything you have, here in this courtyard, right next to Royal Sister!"
Samael casually dispersed the illusion before him, utterly unmoved.
"Don't like this kind of mood? That's fine, how about this?"
Melly blinked, waves glimmering in her eyes. The shattered points of light before Samael materialized into two figures, one blue-black and one gold-white.
"Artoria, my dear little sister, you've finally fallen into my hands."
The cold-faced Witch bound the Lion King's wrists with her left hand and suspended her from one corner of the bed curtains. The lightly dressed goddess sat cross-legged with bent knees in an utterly classic pose of defeat and humiliation.
"Samael, my husband, what are you waiting for? Both victory and this trophy should be enjoyed by us together tonight."
Morgan moved behind Artoria, pressing her identical cheek against the captive King of Knights' from the side. With an extremely provocative movement, she staged the iconic scene of the Witch corrupting the