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“She figured it out on her own. Or rather, she simply didn’t believe Cyrilo’s story. She’s keeping quiet because she doesn’t want me and Cyrilo to get in trouble. It’s not fair to her, to have to bear this sin with us. Honestly, I’m no different. I’m grateful to Cyrilo for everything she’s done for Alexis and me, and without her, our literature program has no future. Our dream is to change the world by granting everyone the gift of knowledge, but is noble sentiment enough to make up for what we did? Is it wrong for me to protect her? To protect myself? To escape punishment under the excuse that we’re trying to make a better world?”

“Well... if you're really sure,” I agreed, too excited about the prospect of getting the middle to fight her any more than that. We snuggled tightly into place, Daddy at my back with his cock resting along my ass, Mom squished in tight along my front, foreheads together, her lips barely an inch from mine. I couldn't help but giggle at the way her breasts were basically engulfing mine and making them disappear, but when she looked at me questioningly I just kissed her again rather than answer why. I laid back onto Daddy's biceps, squirming happily, enjoying the way her legs were so sexily intertwined with my own. As I drifted gradually off to sleep, one last thought made me smile; I could hardly wait to get on my computer tomorrow and write down everything that had happened, so everybody following my story online would know how it went!

The rest of the fourth round continued without issue. Foley held his own in a fight against a woman armed with two quarter staffs, relying on his tried-and-true method of putting up his defenses and waiting for his enemy to tire. For several minutes, she beat on his shields like she was playing the drums, but when she realized she couldn’t break through, she surrendered, able to walk out of the arena with some of her dignity intact. Not long after, Saimallah claimed victory in another one-sided beatdown against a church agent, never even touching his opponent. The round ended with Seraph narrowly defeating an axe wielder, due much in part to luck. The man was mighty and skilled with his weapon, but the fact remained that if Seraph still had his magic, he wouldn’t have even been a challenge. All of the prince’s victories were won by the skin of his teeth.