"I...I will marry you, Jake," Zamira mutters, her face turning extremely red. She turns her gaze to the side, her emotions clearly visible as her heart beats faster.

I feel a rush of joy and relief wash over me as her words sink in. It's a moment I've been hoping for, and I can't help but smile with happiness.

Without wasting any time, I take the ring from the box and gently slide it onto Zamira's finger. It fits perfectly, as if it was meant to be there all along. As I do so, I can feel her hand trembling slightly, a reflection of the emotions we both share.

With the ring now in place, I slightly kiss her hand, my lips barely grazing her skin.

"I...Idiot, why didn't you ask me out since all these days? You kept me waiting."

I let out a small smile, savoring the moment. "I guess I was waiting for the right moment, and I wanted the tournament to end first," I reply, my voice filled with affection.

Her cheeks grow even redder, and she playfully nudges me. "You and your silly reasons," she says, but there's a hint of fondness in her voice.

"I just wanted everything to be perfect," I say, looking into her eyes with adoration.

Zamira sighs, shaking her head but unable to hide the happiness in her eyes. "You really are an idiot, Jake, but I love you for it," she says, her voice soft yet filled with warmth.

"I love you too, Zamira," I say, reaching out to gently cup her cheek. She also does the same thing, grabbing my cheek.

Zamira's touch on my cheeks is electrifying, and I can feel the intensity of her emotions through the roughness of her breaths. Her face continues to turn red as she looks deeply into my eyes, her vulnerability shining through.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Jake," she says, her voice slightly shaky but filled with truth.

My heart swells with love and joy at her words. This moment feels surreal, and I can hardly believe that the iron lady feels the same way about me.

"I want that too, Zamira," I reply, my voice filled with honesty and affection.

In the next moment, I slowly guide her towards the bed, our hands still interlaced. Her back gently falls onto the soft mattress, and she looks up at me with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

Now that I notice, she's wearing a red sexy gown that brings out all her curves. The sight of her takes my breath away, and I can feel my heart race even faster. She's breathtakingly beautiful.

I lean down and gently kiss her, feeling the softness of her lips against mine. Our kiss is filled with passion and love, and I can feel the depth of our connection in every moment.

As we continue to kiss, our hands explore each other's bodies, a dance of desire and longing.

Zamira's hands trace the contours of my body, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. Every touch ignites a fire within me, and I can sense that she feels the same way.

She pulls me closer, and our bodies mold together as if they were meant to fit perfectly.

"I want to do it with you..." Zamira's voice enters my ears.

My heart races at Zamira's bold words, and I can feel the desire in her voice. Her vulnerability and honesty only make her more alluring to me.

"I also want to be with you, Zamira," I admit, my voice filled with longing. "But we've waited this long, and it will be worth it to wait a little longer until our engagement day. It will make our first time even more special."

I gently kiss her lips again, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

"Nobody is going to know if we do it, right? I mean, I won't tell anyone about it," Zamira tries to persuade me again, her face turning even redder.

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I chuckle softly, understanding her temptation. "It's not about whether others will know or not. It's about the validity of your virginity card on our engagement day since it's official. Let's wait for the right time," I say, gently caressing her cheek.

Zamira nods, her expression softening as she realizes the importance of our decision. "Okay, I understand," she says, her voice slightly breathless.

"But I feel wet down there. I want it..." she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her words send a surge of desire through me, but I know that I need to be strong for both of us. "I want you too, Zamira. You're incredibly tempting, but let's be patient a little longer," I say, trying to hide the struggle within myself. I can feel my cock harden through my pants.

She bites her lip, her eyes filled with desire and a hint of frustration. "Maybe you should touch me there, just to help with the temptation," she suggests shyly.

"Very well, I can at least do that to help you," I reply with a smile. To be honest, I am quite surprised by her boldness and straightforwardness. It's pretty romantic if you ask me.

In the next moment, I move my gaze downward, looking at Zamira's pale thick thighs. Seeing her thighs, my cock even hardens further. What makes it worse is the pantyhose she's wearing.

Damn... This amount of temptation.

"It's...quite embarrassing, you know?" Zamira mutters, placing her right hand on her lips.

"Fufufu, we'll do more of this in the future," I say, slightly raising her gown above her abdomen. And in an instant, her red panty appears before my eyes.

T-The panty of the stoic princess is before my eyes now, drenched in her love juice.

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