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Holding Yuna, Cyclone didn't want to let go.

The feeling from her body was so comfortable.

It felt like being back in bed, yes, Cyclone might be a little tired, and now she was completely relaxed, simply sinking into Yuna's embrace.

She was so fragrant, so soft, the pillow on her chest gave Cyclone a different kind of sensation.

Suddenly, Yuna gently held onto Cyclone's arms and pulled away from Tiny.

With a simple smile, Yuna looked at Cyclone with a smile.

Oh my... this... this is too beautiful!

Cyclone was mesmerized as she looked into Yuna's face.

At that moment, Yuna leaned in and kissed without giving Cyclone any time to react, her tongue entering.

The warm sensation instantly turned into a fiery battle, her tongue conquering Cyclone's taste buds step by step.

Yuna wrapped her hands around Cyclone's neck to entwine with her even more.

Their bodies pressed closer and closer together, not only able to smell and taste, but feeling as if they were as one, their bodies merging.

Yuna pressed closer as Cyclone was slowly pushed back, and Yuna opened her legs to tightly hold Cyclone.

With a push back, Yuna on top and Cyclone on the bottom, Yuna used Cyclone's lower body as a focal point, pressing tightly against Cyclone.

Gaining a slight advantage, Yuna seized the opportunity and pressed down even more intimately against Cyclone.

There was no escape, Cyclone could only withstand all of Yuna's kissing techniques head-on.

But over time, a hidden power within her began to awaken, and Cyclone's buried Holy Sword was forcefully summoned.

It seemed there was no avoiding a fierce battle in this cave.

"Wife? Yuna?" Cyclone asked, seizing a moment when they were both breathing.

But Yuna said nothing, only continuing her attack.

Being pushed down by Yuna, the oppressive feeling from top to bottom dominated Cyclone's every pleasurable sensation.

At one point, Yuna, who was on top, suddenly adjusted her position, using the acupoint between her thigh and calf to gently hold Cyclone's Holy Sword, while her hand played with the tip of the sword behind herself.

Truly, the strongest witch on the continent, she grasped the Holy Sword's greatest weakness and continued to stimulate it.

Her own power became harder and harder to control, and Cyclone's entire body began to lose control as a force was forcibly drawn out of her.

The source of white magical power, the origin of Cyclone's power.

Without strength, her final power would be drained by Yuna, and then she would undoubtedly enter the Sageman Mode, falling into a state of cosmic vacuum.

However, Cyclone suddenly had a thought.

Why should I endure? Isn't Yuna the one who wants it?

Cyclone grabbed Yuna's waist with both hands, using her last strength to lift her up and then put her back down.

Challenging the witch's trap head-on, Cyclone, with her Holy Sword, launched a frontal assault on Yuna.

The passionate kiss continued to intertwine, and at the same time, Yuna actively twisted her waist, using the thorns in the trap to constantly hinder Cyclone's penetration.

The two engaged in a fierce battle, and Cyclone could no longer endure it, nor did he have the strength to endure it. As a man, he had to use his true martial arts in such an exhilarating fight.

A beam of holy light shot out, and powerful energy continued to flow into Yuna's body from the witch's trap.

After the battle, exhausted, Cyclone fell asleep while holding Yuna.

It was a while before Cyclone finally woke up.

"Are you awake?"

Cyclone opened his eyes to find Yuna right in front of him.

But the perspective was above Cyclone's, it turned out to be a knee pillow, Yuna's knee pillow.

"..."

This was the scene that Cyclone had longed for all this time, it was so blissful.

"While you were sleeping, something came back~"

As Yuna smiled, something was spinning in her hand.

Black, slender, it was the previous black lace lingerie.

It was at this moment that Cyclone realized the problem, his hands were bound by thick vines.

He stood up and looked around, finding a few slimes frozen into ice by magic.

Yuna didn't say anything, she lifted her lingerie with her right hand and released a cold air with her left hand.

"Time to go, which one will you choose?"

It was a gentle smile, but Cyclone took a sharp breath.

"Alright, alright, alright! Lingerie! Lingerie! I choose the lingerie!"

Yuna's lingerie once again entered Cyclone's mouth, and with his hands bound by the vines, Cyclone obediently followed Yuna towards the unknown future.

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