Sidrain could take no more of Iris’s giddy grin. He couldn’t hold back any longer and pulled her in by her gun. She swayed and fell into his embrace. Iris gasped at the sudden pull and her voice was seductive to his ears.
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He wanted to take her somewhere right now. He wanted to rip off her clothes and taste everything of her. Her slim waist and hips that resembled an expensive flower vase; her bre*sts that were pert and perky; her n*ples were that were pinkish; and her thighs that could make any man’s heart skip a beat; her golden bush that was her hiding place. He wanted to take everything in, especially between her legs. He longed for the day when he could fling them wide, have her sit on his face, and suck on it till she wailed.
But because he couldn’t, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, sucking on her top and bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues entwined and he sucked on hers until it hurt, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist as he wished he could touch her more intimately.
The kiss was sudden and passionate, fueled by the intensity of the steamy atmosphere. Sidrain struggled to control his desire, but eventually broke the kiss and whispered hoarsely, his voice strained with lust.
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“Blessings to my lady,” he said, then tied his handkerchief to her gun.
As the ceremony began, all of the noble ladies ceremoniously handed their guns to their respective partners. Some of the gentlemen flinched as they received the weapons, while others sighed with resignation. This tradition was one that always tugged at the heartstrings of the men, as it was a rare occasion when the ladies, usually seen in dresses and smiling behind their fans, donned hunting attire and competed against each other in a battle of skill. Betting had been going on for days about who would emerge victorious. It was an exciting and unusual event for all involved.
“My lady, I have faith in your victory,” Clarence said as he kissed Elena’s hand, which held the gun. She smiled and her eyes seemed to say, of course. It was clear that she would stop at nothing to win, even if it meant taking down her competition.
As expected, Elena was the top favorite to win, with the most money placed on her success. Next in line was Marchioness Rose In Lasian, who, as one of the queen bees of the noble lady society, was also expected to excel at this event.
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However, Rosemary, the true queen, was not as skilled with a gun. Her magic power was low and she was not particularly athletic, so in recent years, no one had placed bets on her. But this year, someone had placed a large sum on the queen’s success.
Sidrain En Letaire was a man willing to throw his money away for love. He knew that Iris wasn’t particularly athletic, but he still placed a large bet on her, despite the odds being against her. He was willing to throw his money away for love, but there was one thing that should not be forgotten: Sidrain En Letaire had the face of a winner. He was confident and determined, and it was clear that he believed in his love’s abilities, no matter what anyone else might think.
***
As expected, Iris had never hunted before in her life. But what she lacked in experience, she made up for in raw talent. Iris had always been skilled in operating her magic power, and her teacher had even called her a prodigy. While she may have been overshadowed by her mentor a bit, her magic power operation was truly top tier.
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She was known as the owner of eternal magic power: Iris Elaine.
With a crack, she shot her gun at the first prey she saw. “Chase it,” she commanded, and her bullet obeyed, tenaciously chasing after the bird no matter how it tried to fly away. It didn’t matter if it was birds, deer, or rabbits – Iris’s magic power made short work of them all.
Lily In Oswald watched in amazement as the bullet moved on its own, chasing after its prey and piercing its body with ease. It was almost as if the bullet was alive, moving up and down like a bird in flight.
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“Your Majesty, are you perhaps using magic?” she asked carefully.
Iris blinked in surprise at the question. “Can’t I?” she replied.
She had been told that the gun could only be used with magic, so she assumed that it didn’t matter how much or how she used it. But was she wrong?
As Iris looked at Lily with worry, the other woman shook her head. “N, no. I was just asking,” she said.
Satisfied, Iris turned her attention back to shooting, and the mountain that had already been cleared by the king was now being cleared by the queen. The royal guard Estaban, who had worked hard to fill Mount Restona with prey, grimaced as he watched the queen’s guards bring in all the animals they had caught. It was hard enough to deliver the prey to the mountain, and he didn’t know how far he would have to go to find more live animals. Estaban wanted to cry at the thought.
Sidrain could take no more of Iris’s giddy grin. He couldn’t hold back any longer and pulled her in by her gun. She swayed and fell into his embrace. Iris gasped at the sudden pull and her voice was seductive to his ears.
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He wanted to take her somewhere right now. He wanted to rip off her clothes and taste everything of her. Her slim waist and hips that resembled an expensive flower vase; her bre*sts that were pert and perky; her n*ples were that were pinkish; and her thighs that could make any man’s heart skip a beat; her golden bush that was her hiding place. He wanted to take everything in, especially between her legs. He longed for the day when he could fling them wide, have her sit on his face, and suck on it till she wailed.
But because he couldn’t, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, sucking on her top and bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues entwined and he sucked on hers until it hurt, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist as he wished he could touch her more intimately.
The kiss was sudden and passionate, fueled by the intensity of the steamy atmosphere. Sidrain struggled to control his desire, but eventually broke the kiss and whispered hoarsely, his voice strained with lust.
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“Blessings to my lady,” he said, then tied his handkerchief to her gun.
As the ceremony began, all of the noble ladies ceremoniously handed their guns to their respective partners. Some of the gentlemen flinched as they received the weapons, while others sighed with resignation. This tradition was one that always tugged at the heartstrings of the men, as it was a rare occasion when the ladies, usually seen in dresses and smiling behind their fans, donned hunting attire and competed against each other in a battle of skill. Betting had been going on for days about who would emerge victorious. It was an exciting and unusual event for all involved.
“My lady, I have faith in your victory,” Clarence said as he kissed Elena’s hand, which held the gun. She smiled and her eyes seemed to say, of course. It was clear that she would stop at nothing to win, even if it meant taking down her competition.
As expected, Elena was the top favorite to win, with the most money placed on her success. Next in line was Marchioness Rose In Lasian, who, as one of the queen bees of the noble lady society, was also expected to excel at this event.
Sponsored Content
However, Rosemary, the true queen, was not as skilled with a gun. Her magic power was low and she was not particularly athletic, so in recent years, no one had placed bets on her. But this year, someone had placed a large sum on the queen’s success.
Sidrain En Letaire was a man willing to throw his money away for love. He knew that Iris wasn’t particularly athletic, but he still placed a large bet on her, despite the odds being against her. He was willing to throw his money away for love, but there was one thing that should not be forgotten: Sidrain En Letaire had the face of a winner. He was confident and determined, and it was clear that he believed in his love’s abilities, no matter what anyone else might think.
***
As expected, Iris had never hunted before in her life. But what she lacked in experience, she made up for in raw talent. Iris had always been skilled in operating her magic power, and her teacher had even called her a prodigy. While she may have been overshadowed by her mentor a bit, her magic power operation was truly top tier.
Sponsored Content
She was known as the owner of eternal magic power: Iris Elaine.
With a crack, she shot her gun at the first prey she saw. “Chase it,” she commanded, and her bullet obeyed, tenaciously chasing after the bird no matter how it tried to fly away. It didn’t matter if it was birds, deer, or rabbits – Iris’s magic power made short work of them all.
Lily In Oswald watched in amazement as the bullet moved on its own, chasing after its prey and piercing its body with ease. It was almost as if the bullet was alive, moving up and down like a bird in flight.
Sponsored Content
“Your Majesty, are you perhaps using magic?” she asked carefully.
Iris blinked in surprise at the question. “Can’t I?” she replied.
She had been told that the gun could only be used with magic, so she assumed that it didn’t matter how much or how she used it. But was she wrong?
As Iris looked at Lily with worry, the other woman shook her head. “N, no. I was just asking,” she said.
Satisfied, Iris turned her attention back to shooting, and the mountain that had already been cleared by the king was now being cleared by the queen. The royal guard Estaban, who had worked hard to fill Mount Restona with prey, grimaced as he watched the queen’s guards bring in all the animals they had caught. It was hard enough to deliver the prey to the mountain, and he didn’t know how far he would have to go to find more live animals. Estaban wanted to cry at the thought.
