Chapter 441

They looked exceptionally cute.

She originally gave off the impression of a dignified and composed noblewoman, and being a mother who had already given birth, it was unexpected that she would have such a girlish side.

Perhaps for this reason, Shirou inexplicably felt sadistic urges.

"Guinevere is my wife, right?"

"If you forget even this, I don't want to live anymore..."

"Shall we kiss?"

"Kiss...?"

The sudden proposal startled Guinevere pupils dilating in a state of shock. She probably hadn't expected Shirou to make such a request in front of Morgan.

"Hmm, you don't want to?"

"Um... it's not that I'm unwilling..."

Guinevere stood frozen in place, speechless, Shirou quietly approached her and took her hand.

In the end, Guinevere closed her eyes and accepted Shirou's lips.

When he gently pecked her, her flushed cheeks resembled those of a young girl experiencing her first love.

It seems Guinevere has little experience with this kind of thing.

Shirou felt he should take the lead at this moment, so he whispered in her ear:

"I'll be really looking forward to tonight, Guinevere."

Upon hearing this harassing remark, Guinevere lowered her face, her full-figured body, ravaged by childbirth, beginning to tremble slightly.

She's even cuter than I imagined.

Although Morgan's expression was even worse than I had imagined.

That evening, Guinevere knocked on Shirou's door as promised.

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Volume 6: Chapter 291 The Queen Consort's Bedchamber Visit, and the Rematch with Crimson Moon ~

Good evening, Your Majesty.

Good evening, please come in.

Shirou quickly invited Guinevere into the room and then closed the door.

After entering the house, Guinevere went straight to the sofa and sat down.

Thinking about it carefully, this was originally her husband's bedroom, so of course she would be very familiar with it.

Shirou also sat down on the sofa facing her.

Guinevere wore light makeup, making herself even more beautiful and charming than during the day. Her form-fitting dress perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure.

As the subtle atmosphere began to spread, it was Guinevere spoke first.

"Well, I know I can't compare to Sister Morgan."

"That's completely untrue. I think Guinevere, you're beautiful too."

Shirou spoke frankly: if Guinevere wasn't beautiful, she couldn't have given birth to such a beautiful daughter Artoria... It can't be that my genes are just better, right?

"Oh... so you really think I'm not as good as my older sister."

"Gurgle..."

They've fallen for their trap!

Shirou was caught off guard and realized he had been tricked.

"Sorry."

Looking at the red-haired boy who was sweating profusely and apologizing, Guinevere grinned mischievously.

I appreciate your frankness and honesty... so there's no need to apologize.

"My king, may I fulfill my duties as a wife tonight?"

"Ah..."

So, it turns out it wasn't just a simple matter of sleeping with someone, right?

Shirou was somewhat at a loss and began to regret the frivolous things he had said during the day.

No matter how congenial their afternoon conversation was, Guinevere, to him, a woman he was meeting for the first time that day.

Even though Shirou doesn't remember Fae Consort, their reincarnations once supported each other and became partners in the Fae Kingdom, so burying his face in Morgan's chest felt as comfortable as coming home.

For him, there were almost no memories or ties with Guinevere; was he really going to consummate their marriage?

Shirou felt a little guilty, but her girlish shyness during the day was quite adorable...

"You're distracted again." Guinevere pouted unhappily.

"Uh, sorry."

"Are you thinking about your older sister?"

No.

"Really not?"

Thinking about Guinevere.

"!?"

The noblewoman stared wide-eyed at Shirou's attitude, and upon realizing that he wasn't just being perfunctory, a blush crept onto her dignified face.

Shirou said earnestly, "I want to know more about Guinevere... that's true."

"Um... are we going to chat like we do during the day?" Guinevere asked.

Shirou decisively shook his head. "We should do things the way we do them at night."

Guinevere's blush deepened.

Shirou took a deep breath and stood up from the sofa.

Let's go to bed.

"Um."

Guinevere also stood up.

Shirou naturally walked over and took her hand.

"Your Majesty, are you nervous?"

"..."

Shirou felt he had acted calmly enough, so why was he still seen through?

"How could I not tell? I'm your wife."

"Queen Consort Camelot said proudly, with a gentle smile on her face."

Shirou gasped and admitted, "I am a little nervous."

"Then I will guide you tonight."

Without waiting for a reply, Guinevere pulled Shirou toward the large bed in the room.

As soon as she got close, she pushed Shirou down onto the bed.

The boy was taken aback by the stark contrast in her attitude.

Guinevere!?

"What's wrong?"

"There's no need to force yourself. You're not suited for this kind of role, are you?" Shirou said.

"Ah, I didn't intend for it to be like this. Since I'm a woman, of course I also want to be loved by my king."

Guinevere straddled Shirou's waist, who had been knocked down, and looked down at him as she spoke.

I still feel that Shirou hasn't realized that I'm your woman.

"If I made you angry, I apologize."

"It's alright, losing your memory isn't your fault."

Guinevere deftly untied the hair tie at the back of her head, letting her long black hair fall freely over her shoulders.

Then, she began to slowly take off her dress.

After her outer garment was removed, her beautiful body was revealed, clad only in her close-fitting underwear.

Her skin was tinged with a pale pink by the crimson moonlight, making her appear exceptionally alluring.

Noticing Shirou's intense gaze, Guinevere revealed a happy expression.

"So I want to re-engrave my mark on you, so that Wang will fully understand that I am also your woman."

Unlike Morgan, Guinevere was a noblewoman born into a sheltered family and raised with the love of her parents, never experiencing any setbacks or hardships.

However, she was willing to become a strong and rude woman in order to win back her husband's heart.

"I love you, Shirou."

Guinevere bent down, cupped the boy's head, and pressed her body against his to kiss him.

Shirou could sense her lack of skill in her response.

Even after so many years of marriage, she's probably been the one being led by Shirou, and this is the first time she's taken the initiative to kiss her husband like this.

The atmosphere had been built up sufficiently.

Guinevere gently bit her lip, a determined look on her face, and whispered something in Shirou's ear.

"I know I can't compare to Sister Morgan, but..."

Her usually pitiful eyes became incredibly resolute at this moment.

"Just for tonight, I will make you completely forget about the Fae Consort."

I woke up in my messy bed the next afternoon.

Because the entire planet was shrouded in the crimson moon, there was no longer a distinction between day and night on the Earth's surface.

After last night's incredibly enjoyable union, there is no longer any barrier between Shirou and Guinevere.

Although he still didn't know much about her, and although their interactions were still somewhat awkward, Shirou could say with certainty—

No matter how many times I live my life, I will never regret my marriage to Guinevere.

Shirou shook the Queen Consort awake, who was fast asleep with her head resting on his chest. After a while of tender moments together, the two headed to the restaurant.

While passing through the courtyard--

"Ah... Sister Morgan."

Guinevere let go of Shirou's arm and ran over to greet her excitedly.

Morgan was enjoying his afternoon tea in the lush garden.

Good morning, Morgan.

Shirou greeted him while checking his neck for any hickeys.

"Did things go smoothly for you two last night?"

Morgan raised her face, her intellectually sharp eyes gleaming beneath the black veil.

"Thanks to you, big sister, last night went very smoothly!"

Morgan glanced at Guinevere's rosy complexion, nodded, and said, "Yes, that's quite obvious."

If the two of you can have a harmonious marriage, it would be something to be happy about for me, but...

"What's with the promise that 'I'll make you completely forget about the Fae Consort for tonight only'?"