Fate/Bastard First Simulation In Britain as Morgan's husband

[Artorius heard your question.]

[He looked surprised.]

[You could feel that your words had a huge impact on him.]

[You realized that you had touched on some secrets.]

"Mr. Ian, that's not true!"

Artorius waved his hand, his beautiful golden hair swaying from side to side like small waves.

"How could I be a girl! You must have misunderstood something!"

"..."

Ian didn't believe Artorius's words at all.

Because not only did he not dare to look directly at himself, but his body was also trembling slightly.

The meaning of this expression couldn't be more obvious—it was a guilty conscience when it didn't match the facts.

Ian decided to be more aggressive.

He wasn't a kind person in the first place, so naturally he didn't need to pay attention to any lofty moral praise in this environment.

Clarifying the situation with Artorius was the top priority.

"You said I misunderstood?"

Ian's hand touched Artorius's body.

"Artorius, do you really think so?"

"..."

[Artorius didn't answer you.]

[But you, who had experience with Morgan, immediately noticed the slight changes in his body.]

[You felt that he didn't reject you.]

[You realized that you could go further.]

"Don't you plan to answer me?"

Ian's gaze followed Artorius's slender waist all the way up, finally stopping at his chest.

He still vaguely remembered the touch he experienced in the name of body search—it was indeed indistinguishable between male and female at that time.

So would it be the same now?

Ian secretly judged for a while.

He did feel it—

Although it hadn't grown much, there was indeed a curve in his body, but it was hidden by the overly suppressed clothes he was wearing.

This was a completely different visual from muscles—it was the taste of a maiden.

There was no mistake.

Ian was 100% sure that Artorius was a girl.

It was just the very hidden kind.

He had to make her admit it.

"Artorius."

Ian's tone was low and clear, a tone that anyone who listened for a while could feel was very serious.

"You don't need to deny your identity."

"As a girl, you are also a very beautiful being."

Not knowing which word stimulated Artorius, she, who had been silent just now, began to shake her head in denial.

"No... Mr. Ian... I'm not a girl... I'm Artorius... son of Ector."

It had to be said that Artorius was really stubborn.

But this aroused Ian's interest—to be precise, the desire to make her submit.

The more a person denies something, the more they will feel the complete fall at the moment of final surrender.

"No, you are not the son of Ector."

"You are a beautiful girl."

While saying this, Ian looked at the clothes Artorius was wearing.

He was deliberately choosing clothes that wouldn't expose the body too much, hiding his identity.

Ian touched his hand, his fingers lightly feeling the surface of the skin.

Artorius's skin was well maintained.

Ian's hands touched Artorius's modest chest.

It felt like smooth milk solidified on a raised hill, and it would bounce back like soft candy when gently squeezed.

"This is your proof of being a girl, and now, I hold it in my hand."

"No... it's not like this..."

Artorius wanted to deny this, but the voice he made was unconvincing.

"Mr. Ian... I'm not a girl."

[You felt a little incredulous.]

[Even at this point, Artorius still refused to admit it.]

[You thought there might be a deeper secret behind this.]

[But you didn't stop there.]

[After all, your means were far more than this.]

"Artorius, don't make it difficult for me."

"It's a waste of nature to be a cute girl and not admit your charm."

Ian's hand closed slightly, holding Artorius's hand a little tighter than just now.

But his behavior wasn't that rude—he was just stroking his hand, without any extra thoughts.

Ian's fingers rubbed against the white and jade-like, creamy skin.

"Artorius, admit it once."

Artorius was no match for Ian in this kind of matter.

Under this offensive, her body gradually leaned back, leaning on Ian's chest.

Her hands slowly drooped, like a broken puppet.

She tilted her head, her lips slightly pale, looking extremely embarrassed.

But Artorius still insisted on his point of view: "No... I'm not a girl... that person said... at least not now."

That person?

Ian felt that he had touched some secrets behind Artorius.

He knew he had to go further.

"Princess, please forgive my blasphemy this time."

Ian prayed in his heart.

His gaze, like a scout, went down along Artorius's waist.

Observing at close range.

Reach out and touch—

And...

As expected, it was empty.

From a physical point of view, this was an undoubted female.

Ian's fingers brought him the best information.

Ian's fingers carefully checked Artorius's lower body, rubbing slowly and teasing her into admitting her real self.

His other hand wasn't idle either, constantly adjusting Artorius's position, so that she wouldn't fall off the horse.

The place that was a certainty was turned over and over again, unable to be peaceful.

Artorius blushed deep red like tomato.

letting out ragged breaths she tried to protest and say she is a male.

But.

Artorius had already been completely captured, she was completely immersed in Ian's arms, enjoying it happily.

The petite body trembled happily, the frequency and intensity of the trembling were related to the degree to which Ian hugged her.

She made incoherent sounds in her mouth, only able to vaguely hear some syllables, but unable to form any sentences.

The experienced Ian had successfully controlled Artorius, he became her true puppeteer.

"Artorius, can you admit it now?"

"You are a genuine girl."

After saying this, Ian hugged her a little tighter.

"Artorius, am I right?"

However—

Even though she had completely fallen into Ian's arms, Artorius still insisted on her initial statement.

She whispered in a voice like a gossamer: "No... Mr. Ian... I'm not like that... really not like that..."

But Ian wasn't excited about it.

Something was wrong.

Artorius was too wrong.

Even if the consequences were serious, he had to do it.

He quietly withdrew one of his hands, and then quietly touched the sword hilt at his waist.

[You were about to kill Artorius in a state of joy.]

[But at this moment, a few petals floated over.]

[Then, you felt a kind of magic with a warning meaning on Artorius!]