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EP.303. [Eugene Schneider Skillfully Trains and Ravishes Jeanne So She Only Looks at Him.♥] 

“I lost it... I’m sorry...” 

Little Eugene hung his head apologetically before someone. 

“Did you really take it, Eugene?” 

The person was Antoine de Sel Oblaing. Antoine’s sword had gone missing, and he was trying to find out who was responsible. Eugene came forward, claiming to be the culprit. 

“Yes... I wanted to show it off to the other kids... I’m really sorry...” 

Eugene repeatedly bowed his head, apologizing to Antoine. Near the ducal estate was a forest where local commoner children played sword-fighting games with wooden swords. Eugene had taken Antoine’s sword which had a lock preventing the blade from being drawn out to show off, but ended up losing it. 

“Well. Since you confessed so honestly, I’ll forgive you this time. But don’t let it happen again. And try not to play with the commoner children. Understood, Eugene?” 

“Yes... I understand...” 

Bow... 

Antoine forgave Eugene Schneider, and Eugene bowed even lower, expressing his gratitude to his adoptive father, Duke Antoine. 

“Whew... I almost peed myself...” 

Step, step, step, 

Little Eugene let out a deep sigh of relief as he headed back to his room. 

“Why did you do that?” 

Just then, as little Eugene Schneider turned a corner in the hallway, a quiet voice called out. 

“Hm?” 

Eugene turned toward the voice. 

“Jeanne! What are you doing here waiting?” 

The speaker was none other than little Jeanne, leaning against the wall, staring at the ground. She seemed to have been waiting for Eugene. Eugene responded cheerfully, as if joking. 

“Why did you go to Father and confess, when you weren’t the one who lost the sword?” 

Jeanne replied in a small, timid voice. 

“I’m the one who lost it...” 

Indeed, it was Jeanne who had lost Antoine’s sword. Wanting to play with the local children, Jeanne had even dressed up in commoner clothes to join them. Craving attention, she showed off by claiming Antoine’s sword was hers. But when she tried to surprise everyone by hiding it in the forest, she ended up losing it. 

“I was with you anyway, so I felt responsible for losing the duke’s sword too. Don’t worry about it, Jeanne.” 

Before they could find the sword, Antoine discovered it was missing. Jeanne panicked and, not knowing what to do, consulted Eugene. But Eugene went ahead and took the blame himself. 

“Don’t say that! You only went because I dragged you along! You didn’t want to go, but I forced you! It’s my responsibility!” 

“Haha! I’m just glad you admit it now. I really didn’t want to go. I knew something would happen. We could have just played together like always.” 

“Idiot, that’s not the point right now!!!” 

Jeanne wanted to show Eugene how she acted as a leader among the kids. She’d dragged him out, even though he didn’t want to go, just to show off. Now, finally admitting her reckless insistence, Jeanne was met with Eugene’s bright smile, which only made her more frustrated. 

“I really like seeing you so energetic, Jeanne. I just wanted to protect that side of you.” 

Little Eugene smiled warmly at the bouncing Jeanne, explaining why he took the blame for her. 

‘I just felt so sorry for Jeanne, trembling in fear of being scolded by the duke...’ 

Jeanne had a deep trauma about falling out of Antoine’s favor. When she realized she’d lost his sword, she was so frightened she trembled all day. Eugene didn’t know the full background then, but seeing bright Jeanne so scared and panicked made him want to protect her heart. 

“Sniff... I’m sorry...” 

Hearing Eugene’s warm words, Jeanne, who had been bouncing in frustration, suddenly burst into tears, big drops rolling from her eyes. 

“It’s okay. If you cry like this, it makes taking the blame for you pointless.” 

“Still... I’ll go tell Father it was me...” 

“It’s really fine...” 

Thanks to Eugene, Jeanne found the courage to face the situation. She was a naturally responsible child and didn’t want Eugene to be disliked by her father because of her. 

‘Thank you, Eugene... You gave me the courage I needed...’ 

On the way to Antoine’s room, Eugene held little Jeanne’s hand, so she wouldn’t feel alone. Jeanne deeply felt the sincerity of this new family’s love and was truly happy. 

And so, Jeanne d’Arc de Sel Oblaing, who grew up with little Eugene’s love  

“Haaang! Hnnng! Hah! Haaaang! Hnnng! Haaaang!” 

Thrust!♥ Thrust!♥ Thrust!♥ Thrust!♥ Slap!♥ Thrust!♥ Slap!♥ 

Even now, she is not alone... 

“What? Say it again! What am I to you, Jeanne? What kind of man am I to you?” 

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Squelch! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! 

Swing! Swing! Swing! Swing! 

Drip...! Drip! Drip...! 

With his huge balls swinging and sweat pouring off him as if he were in a sauna despite the early winter, Eugene, now a 190cm, 106kg alpha male with a 26cm cock, was still by her side, giving her mind-blowing sex. 

“Haaang! My man! The most precious man to me! The one who was always by my side and comforted me when I was lonely and struggling! Hnnng! I love you! I love you more than anyone in the world, Eugene!” 

Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! 

Looking at Eugene’s macho, determined face, Jeanne poured out the words he wanted to hear. As a child, she couldn’t express how grateful and loving she felt toward the boy who always protected her and gave in to her attention-seeking demands. But now, as an adult, at least in this moment of passion, tsundere Jeanne became a lovesick fool, crying out her love for Eugene Schneider. 

“Good! Very good! Now tell me who made you a woman? Who took your virginity?” 

Thrust! 

Satisfied with Jeanne’s passionate response, Eugene lifted her onto the table for even more dynamic sex. 

“The hymen that was in this pussy! The man who tore your 22-year-old hymen and made you bleed! Tell me who that was, Jeanne!” 

Thrust Slam! Slam Thrust! Slam Thrust! Thrust Slam! 

Showing off his physical prowess, Eugene lifted Jeanne and pounded her hard, focusing on the loss of her virginity. 

“Hnnng! Hng! Hnnng! Eugene! Eugene! Eugene took my virginity! Hihi! Hnnng! Tore my hymen! Haaaang!” 

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Slap! Slap! Thrust! Slap! 

In this position, Jeanne had to grab Eugene’s neck, her body folding forward, so she could watch their bodies join. In the midst of their passionate sex, she confessed the tender event from months ago like a prayer. 

“That’s right... It was me, Jeanne... I’m your man, Eugene Schneider... So you should laugh, cry, and feel sad because of me... I won’t allow you to do that for anyone else...” 

Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! 

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! 

“Hnnng...! Hnnng...! Hah! Hnnng...!” 

Eugene’s sex was not just about strength. He was skilled and flexible, sometimes pounding fast, sometimes moving his hips in a deep, grinding groove. 

Just as if he were drilling through Jeanne’s skull, Eugene thrust deep, then ground his cock inside her, showing off his dominance as the man who possessed Jeanne d’Arc de Sel Oblaing. 

“I’m the man who’s spent the most time with you... the closest man to you... My cock is inside your pussy, mixing with you, spilling my seed... hahaha!” 

Thrust...! Thrust...! Grind! Grind! Grind! Thrust...! 

Drip...! Drip...! Drip...! Squirt! Drip...! 

“Hnnng...! Ngh! Haaaang...! Hahaha!” 

As Eugene ground into her, Jeanne’s pussy leaked thick juices, dripping onto the floor and soaking Eugene’s groin. Eugene shamelessly narrated the scene as if painting a picture in words. 

“Should we try it from behind, Jeanne? I want to fuck you while looking at your ass. That’s a side of you only I get to enjoy.” 

“Hnnng...! Pervert... You and your weird butt obsession...” 

Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! 

“Shut up!” 

Slap!♥ Slap!♥ Slap!♥ 

“Haaaaaang! Hng! Kyaa!” 

Once Eugene Schneider’s obsession started, it was not easily stopped. As a harem male, his possessiveness had grown immense. He insisted on taking Jeanne from behind, and though she shuddered at his perverted love for her ass, Jeanne, who loved him deeply, turned her body and let him have his way, while Eugene proudly spanked her plump butt.