The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As Maron left the shrine, he inhaled deeply as he looked up at the skies, murmuring, "Do you hear me, Maron Ocean? It's time you pay.”

Meanwhile, Maron brought Silverbell to the infirmary's bed, ready to undress her, when she caught his hand.

"What are you... doing...” Silverbell was heaving, her eyes unfocused and her whole body twitching, though she still retained her consciousness.

Even as she kept fighting the Passion Dust's effect, she was shivering as she cringed toward the other end of the bed.

"Please don't resist, Lady Silverbell. I've found the way to clear the poison from your veins."

Maron was grinning darkly as he unbuttoned his shirt and moved closer. "Don't worry—the Passion Dust is the real deal. I spent a fortune buying it from the South Sea, so that you'd have an unforgettable experience of carnal pleasure. You can't resist it even if you've completed Birthright— you have to be Ascendant rank, or you wouldn't even know what hit you.”

"I-It was you..." Silverbell drew her sword, pointing it at Maron's face and intent on killing him right then

limp, and she felt as if her meridian nexus was on fire, and she certainly did not have the strength

than a weak and vulnerable girl, withdrawing as she heaved and resisted the fire in her loins, shrieking at Maron to stop

to see you write beneath me! Hahaha... Don't worry, we're getting married soon, and I'll

but just as he reached for her clothes, Silverbell suddenly struck his face with her

away!" she panted, leaning against the wall

could feel the swelling on

the pain sent his animal instincts into

from Silverbell, he

playing nice, so