Why would I want to live my life like you?

Caster felt depressed that he couldn’t achieve his goal. He looked at the pretty girl sitting in front of him smiling like a flower. She would do for now although she wasn’t as beautiful as Mira, at least she was a virgin. He had been thinking of her since they met yesterday, more correctly, the soft sensation of her bosom rubbing against him. He had the urge to taste them... but he resisted. He placed his hand on her knees “Did I cause you trouble?”

“No… no…” Joan smiled with her head lowered, raising her eyes to look at him bashfully.

“My little brother is ill-tempered. He has been spoiled by my parents.” She put on a wronged expression “I am used to them … it doesn’t matter when it is for someone you like.”

Caster’s lips curled up. His narcissist ego had received a boost “Don’t worry. You are my person…” He pulled her to sit on his lap. Joan feigned a struggling expression.

“My lord…” She called out softly making a gesture to hold on to her chastity.

“Um” Caster hummed as he pu