— H—HEY. PUT ME DOOOOOWN. WHERE ARE WE GOING—?! Small punches on her back!

— Th... The simulator? Bed—?! Oh no. Or yes. Maybe she wanted to be picked up like this? — Sure. I'll humor you then.

Prove it, then.

— Hm... I really don't mind where, buuuut... Finger on her lips, thinking with a hum. — ... Beach sex?

Well... I mean, sure! I want you to prove it, so let's fuck!

She can't do much while being held up... But the moment she is freed and both women lay on the beach, Penthesilea will be able to see the now Lancer in all her summer charm!

— ... Ah, you're way too pretty in that outfit. I almost feel like staring instead of letting you feel my body... Hands on her waist.

... — Fake. This is slander.

Looking up into foreign eyes, a playful smile on her face as she shamelessly steals a kiss from those lips!

I prefer the second option, just t—. ( The panties had silenced her... As she took a big sniff of them before keeping them. They're hers now! ) J—just to see what ideas you have! ( Oops, off goes her clothes as well! )

He looks like he would love getting milked during a mission.

Okay? Then what do you want me to do, Master?

... ( Instantly wiping out a wave of enemies. ) DATE. NOW.

YOU UNDERESTIMATE A WIFE'S LOVE.

... Can we have a date in your room? And can the date be the two of us, naked in bed?

It wasn't a suggestion, either! ( Grabbing Master by his rear... Someone seems needy. )