"This...this is... "

Fireworks in the sky resembled long-tailed meteors, flying from a distance and falling into the deserted outskirts.

The starry sky was as desolate as a deep well. Floating duckweeds, emerald green algae, sparse reflections, and a moonlit night like a black well, made the dazzling fireworks, shining like dozens of diamond-like meteors.

A blue clone made up of cat claws held a meteor launcher resembling a mortar, flying towards deep space, shooting the fireworks down from the sky.

Countless meteors, incredibly romantic.

On the rooftop of the prison hospital, Turing pinned Merka down.

The joints of Turing, dressed in a gorgeous dress, seemed to be blushed, exuding a sweetness like sugar.

"Turing..."

"Look up at the sky."

Turing gently pressed against the lying Merka, whispering tenderly, coquettish and coy.

Sticky and sweet feelings seemed to fall from the sky like falling meteors, scattered and sparse.

As if drunk.

The hazy love was stirred by the elusive intoxication.

Turing was really drunk.

At this moment, she just wanted to devour the person in front of her.

"I've picked the stars you wanted for you."

"Your wish has also come true..."

"So...don't be sad about your mother anymore, okay?"

Merka's face became even redder, putting a hand on her face, as if she couldn't hold it anymore.

[Did he always think I was sad because of my mother?]

"Yes, yes..."

"I saw it, I saw it."

"...thanks to you."

Turing couldn't hold back anymore.

Love overflowed from the enchanted ocean of her heart like a tide!

Turing took off her dress, leaving only her underwear...

Her crystal clear body revealed an unknown side.

Hidden there was a perfect female body.

Like jade carvings, Turing's graceful and slender body, like a lake, seemed to ripple with desire with just a light touch.

"I understand now, mothers and such, they don't matter at all."

Turing straddled Merka, supporting her body slightly.

"I've long..."

"Long no longer need those things."

"All these..."

"I no longer need them."

Turing took off her ring and put it in her hand. With a little force, she ground the glass ring into powder, and with a flick of her hand, it dissipated in the western wind.

"Goodbye, mother."

"I have grown up."

The beautiful, melodic Turing's curves exposed in front of Merka.

Turing's cheeks were flushed to the extreme, possibly even more so than Merka.

But deep within Turing's heart was excitement.

Unparalleled excitement.

"Turing, are your wounds completely healed?"

Looking at Turing's flawless golden skin and jade-like complexion - even more beautiful and filled with human vitality than before - Merka felt shy and genuinely happy from the bottom of her heart.

"It's been a long time."

"It's just that I couldn't get past my mother's barrier in my heart."

"That's fine."

"Let me keep the secret of my gender hidden forever in my heart."

Turing's smile, though innocent, had a seductive charm reminiscent of Oedipus.

She gently stroked Merka's hand that covered her eyes and lowered herself again.

"From the moment I was born... I've been suffering."

"Now, I demand a little compensation."

"But not too much, right?"

The sky was clear, the evening breeze was refreshing. In the distant, silent west wind, although there were hints of desolation, Turing in Merka's arms was like an extra-large hand warmer. The two of them touched each other affectionately, feeling no trace of cold.

Before long, Merka also became a little disheveled.

The atmosphere gradually reached a critical point. The pounding of their hearts resonated, and the thought of having to do something intensified, like a fishbone stuck between their teeth, causing unbearable pain.

But what to do? What should they do?

Both of them were just inexperienced youngsters. Since birth, they had been busy with this and that, never having the opportunity to learn about other things.

And forget about that kind of thing, Turing had never even read a novel about it. His understanding of it was limited to the oral tradition of Theresa, Yanling, and other servants.

Staring intently at Merka, Turing's heartbeat grew intense, and his consciousness gradually blurred. The palpitations deepened, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat. Turing's limbs gave way, and he fell straight into Merka's embrace.

Their soft and petite chests pressed against each other. Face to face, neck to neck, forehead to forehead, their close breaths made Turing feel dizzy.

In an instant, some kind of revelation flashed through Turing's mind. Turing took the opportunity to deeply kiss Merka's petal-like lips.

A small tongue pried open Merka's still stiff teeth. Merka's eyes widened as he watched his adorable little one, who was trying his best to please him in every way possible. Merka held him even tighter, suddenly having an inexplicable belief that even if the entire nebula in the galaxy exploded, they wouldn't be separated.

"Turing... Mm."

Turing closed her eyes tightly, their tongues entwined. Sometimes sucking, sometimes swallowing, it was clear that she was not good at these things, but she didn't want to show any hesitation in front of Merka.

She only held her breath and responded more intensely to his every exploration than Merka did.

"Guh... ha."

The deep swallowing sound that Turing made seemed to arouse some instinct in Merka. Merka, who was initially a bit passive, took the initiative and reached out to grasp Turing's slender waist. His other hand opened wide, clutching Turing's nape as if he wanted to melt Turing into himself, passionately comforting.

Obviously, Merka wasn't as gentlemanly as usual.

Perhaps it was also this side of Merka, different from usual, that startled Turing. When the kiss became more passionate, Turing actually choked.

"Cough... cough..."

Upon hearing Turing's cough, Merka abruptly snapped out of a trance-like state. Merka tenderly caressed Turing's back and released the embrace, locking eyes with Turing. "I'm sorry...please continue."

Turing's lips were still moist with saliva, radiating a sensual desire. With a face flushed like a drool-inducing cherry, it was enough to make any ordinary man unable to resist. How could one hold back in such a situation and still consider oneself a man?

The most extraordinary and invincible beauty in all of Acadia now stood before him, weeping like a delicate porcelain doll. It was as if God himself was holding the trigger deep within Merka's genes, compelling him to fulfill the honorable duty of procreation.

Intelligent, adorable, brave, strong - capable of building a home or going to war. She could perform any art or cook in the kitchen. For anyone, Turing would be a spouse who was too wonderful, too suitable, and even too high to reach.

So why did Merka stop at this moment?

"Turing...are you crying?"

As Merka observed Turing's shifting gaze, he noticed the tear drops falling onto her cheeks.

"No...no, I'm not. I'm just...I'm just so happy."

"All my life, I've been living in a daze."

"Constantly facing various exams since birth."

"I've felt so unjust."

"But my mother told me that everyone goes through this."

"I've been persistently working hard."

"I thought life was meant to be this hard...that it was destined to be this way!"

"But luckily, I met you... I'm grateful to Maria, to Joan, to Professor Byron. I am immensely thankful to everyone who brought you into my life."

"I must have been born to meet you."

Turing covered her face with both hands and cried. Although the sound of her tears was as feeble as the morning birdsong in the depths of the jungle, it resonated powerfully within Merka's heart.

It was heartbreaking.

"It's too short...but also too long."

"For the more than four years since meeting you...it feels like I've lived a lifetime."

Turing's words were somewhat incoherent, but Merka understood what she meant.

Seeing Turing crying more uncontrollably, Merka gently patted her shoulder and took off his own suit jacket to drape over Turing, who was only wearing her underwear.

"It's okay, everything is okay..."

"Shall we forget about today and watch the shooting stars instead?"

Merka's lips twitched as his face turned pale. He knew that although he wanted to give up at this moment, his manhood underneath him had a different opinion - still standing tall.

After such thorough foreplay, suddenly stopping at this moment, even as a monk, Merka couldn't quite handle it.

Merka could only helplessly think that this was probably the hardest he had ever been in his life.

He gently supported Turing, softly reassuring her and whispering sweet nothings, intending to lead her to the edge of the rooftop stairs.

"No... we can't just leave it like this!" A heart-wrenching shout suddenly came from behind the door of the rooftop. Several flushed nurses were pushing and shoving, playing and joking in lowered voices. One of them even had the audacity to directly reprimand both Merka and Turing.

Snapping back to reality, Merka opened her magical vision and scanned the people at the door and staircase. Unexpectedly, there were more than twenty nurses dressed like little girls gathered there, clearly enjoying the show for quite some time.

"Hey, hey, hey... are you looking to die?"

"It's over, it's over, run!"

The nurses at the front quickly realized the situation and scrambled downstairs. Unfortunately, there were also many onlookers downstairs blocking the exit. For a moment, chaos erupted at the doorway, with heads jostling and a mess of people.

Turing also turned around and saw the nurses, immediately understanding what was happening. Her face flushed even deeper.

"You... you guys..."

Originally, Turing never stopped using detection magic and counter-surveillance magic on herself. But that was something Beezelbub had given her to use, not something she used herself. Now she really had to use magic on her own, so if she ever relaxed her vigilance for any reason, she would easily enter an unguarded state.

Seeing Turing about to erupt like a volcano with rage, Merka couldn't help but wryly smile. It was truly a big headache.

"Oh no, looks like we'll be late going back now."

Merka sighed, feeling exasperated.

Turing angrily rushed towards the group of nurses, but her movement was hindered because she was only wearing a suit jacket.

"You lot! Stop right there!!!" Turing shouted with her delicate voice, chasing after the fleeing nurses while tightly holding onto the suit jacket Merka had given her.

The atmosphere of revelry spread far and wide, as if even the autumn breeze had become much gentler.