"Only Morpheus and Sephy aren't like that. They respect and understand me. Sephy told me once, 'One's appearance doesn't indicate anything. A clean heart is what truly matters!'"

Rebecca chuckled dismissively.

"You're a psychologist, yet you fail to grasp this," Wynn said coldly. "Actually, I pity you. You could have stepped out, yet you insist on dwelling on the trivialities.

"Morpheus has psychological barriers, a consequence of returning from the battlefield. No one has cured his PTSD except Sephy... It shows that a true psychologist is never just a title.

"What truly heals everything is love!"

One particular morning a year later, sunlight streamed through sheer cream curtains onto the floor.

Persephone was sound asleep when she suddenly felt something pressing down on her... Then, Morpheus' strong arms wrapped around her slender waist. She drowsily opened her eyes to find him sealing her lips with heated kisses.

Over the year, his kissing skills had improved, and Persephone soon found herself unable to resist. Despite her enthusiasm, however, last night's activities had exhausted her, and she didn't have the strength for another round right now.

As such, when Morpheus was about to continue his advances, she placed her hands on his bare chest.

"Morpheus..."

"Hmm?"

and softly said,

against her, but she struggled to make

She pouted, too embarrassed to continue

her hair with

her face turning even

somewhat comical wedding

Earlier.

sat motionless on

eyes and bobbing

her delicate curves. Yet, all he did was nervously sweat, avoiding eye

hurt for a girl's first time...

in pain himself than for her

such matters, so they had a minor disagreement over this

parents resolved it... a funny

progress was made

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been swift. From initially holding back and not touching her to

him. "So, this is how men are. Once they get

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