A Divine Union

Myria pursed her lips, looking unbearably cute, before she nodded.

Saying less, Davis looked at her lovingly and moved his hips forward. His tip tightly kissed her lower lips and moved past, stopping at the hymen.

"…!"

At that moment, Davis felt an intense surge of danger, making him imagine he was going to be kicked out.

"Wait…!"

Myria abruptly slapped his face with her palm that hit straight to his face, blocking his view of her so that he couldn't help but lick her hand.

"What?"

"We haven't said our vows yet."

"No one's watching…?" Davis inclined his head in doubt.

He asked her if this kind of marriage was okay, and she said she did, so he didn't see the need for vows when it was just the two of them here.

"It doesn't matter. I know we practically exchanged vows when World Master was going to kill you, but that was not something I imagined would go that way."

"This wasn't something you imagined either."