"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?"

softly said, "Not

up, nuzzling against her, but she struggled

too

chuckled and nuzzled her hair with

her face turning even

somewhat

Earlier.

on the bed, stiff as

anxious eyes and bobbing

underneath that accentuated her delicate curves. Yet, all he did was nervously sweat, avoiding eye contact. He restrained

would hurt for a girl's first time... He wanted to touch her, but the thought of her being in pain held

himself than

experience in such matters, so they had

resolved it... a funny and

was made

-

had been swift. From initially holding back and

"So, this is how men are. Once they

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