A/N: Gasp. An update! Finally! It can't be possible, but it's happening! Is this a new chapter to the story that you likely have given up on or have been awaiting forever?!

The answer is no, unfortunately.

First off, I'd like to apologize all of you. I know that some of you (myself included, in all honesty) have wanted to read the next chapter of this ridiculous story. It's admittedly one of my prouder stories, despite how crappy it is in terms of pacing and story-writing, if only because of the sheer number of people who were actually interested in reading this at all. Seriously! Half a thousand favourites and reviews.

Now that I think about it, I might be the third person to use Quinella as a main character for a story in this website—that this fic managed to amass so much love and hate altogether is just mind-boggling. I can imagine the M-rating played a role in this, lmao, but thank you either way. I learnt much from having written this story, and I'll be proud of it until the end.

So, what? Is this an official declaration that this story is dead? Never to be revisited ever again?

Wrong. Long story short, I'ma make a rewrite to this story and make it even kinkier, more depraved and more romance-filled than ever!

Okay, look, I hadn't had practice writing erotica in years. Years! I actually missed that, so I wanna' go back to that. I hadn't had the chance to so far, and I know that I'm already writing Of Crowns and Swords and In a Big Freaking World, but another fic wouldn't hurt. So why not do that with this fic?

However, I'm not going to be adding chapters to this story again. Inflating its likes and reviews is a pretty scummy move—it just wouldn't reflect the honest aspect of the original story, which I still like a little. So instead, I'll be posting a new story altogether, and hopefully get it out soon.

I'm not sure if it'll be complete before or after Alicization: Of Crowns and Swords. But I made a promise in the previous announcement chapter that I'm not going to drop this story, and I sure as hell am going to bring it back!

Oh, and to sweeten the pot a little, here's a little preview to what'll be coming next. Accept it as a token of gratitude for all of your patience and as an apology for being so late with this. Onwards!

The Witch and her Knight

Preview

He hated this. He fucking hated this.

He hated a lot of things, though the subject of such hatred tended to be himself. After all the things he'd done and experience, all the people he failed and all the hearts he'd broken, what else in the world could he possibly hate more? As it turned out; this very moment.

This whole situation was depraved. So utterly wrong that he wished could have just been a dream; something to wake up from and immediately forget. He could go back to being a simple student living out a life amongst other commoners and nobles, seeking to better his sword skills and learn more of this world.

But the way fate works is a mysterious one. And if his entire life was any indication thus far, it wasn't particularly kind on him—his present moment was nothing more than divine comedy.

Gasping, feeling his vision weaken with every push he gave, it was all he could do to simply keep himself conscious. He clenched the mattress tight, fingers sinking into the soft velvet. His whole body was aflame, his heart drumming in his chest and sweat dripping down his frame. Some got in his eye, some slipped onto his tongue, and more mixed with hers.

Her. The very one whose heart was far eviller than anything else he'd seen. No, evil was inaccurate. She was simply nothing; an equilibrium that neither seeks nor opposes justice. All that she does, she does for herself, justifying her actions as proper simply because she held the seat of power within this world. And power drove the hierarchy of these lands.

To an extent, he knew what that was. He had seen the potential heights of noble arrogance during his time in the academy, and never had it failed to fill him with fury. He'd only ever managed to reel himself back from committing an irreparable mistake solely because of his best friend.

And then, he drew his sword. For a just cause, but with consequences that sought to break him.

His teeth gritted tight, feeling his body almost go slack. He refused to let himself fall, if only because he knew that was what she wanted him to do. To simply let go and relinquish himself to her.

"You're getting close, aren't you..?" Her voice was the kind of allure that countless men and women would have died for a taste of. It sent his mind into a state of high, every virtual neurone firing signals that was leaving him feeling overwhelmed. It was sweet like honey, yet the underlying mockery that was so faint fuelled his weary self-restraint. "Come now, it would be so, so easy to just cave in to your desires…"

"F-Fuck… you…"

"My, my. So crass. Is that how you speak to women?"

"Only women… who are the worst scum… in the world…" He managed to force out, glaring back at her through it all. "Like you…"

"Oho? So is this a kind of special treatment?" She giggled, clearly amused by his aggression. "Well, a lady loves being pampered from time to time, and I do so appreciate some favouritism. It goes without saying that you deserve a little… let's call it a reward, shall we?"

So saying, she sped up her hands, and he almost buckled over. The boy gasped, feeling the continuous friction of her grip up and down his throbbing shaft, helped by pre-cum, draw him closer and closer to the edge.

It was maddening. How are her touches so wonderful? The way her fingers danced over his glans, teasing the skin with feather-light scrapes of her nails. Every time she pulled down, she would pull the foreskin along, and the double onslaught of friction was quickly sending his body into a furious heat. His core felt tight, and he desperately wanted release.

But he despised her. Despised this woman who had abused her position of authority to do whatever she pleased, when she should have only used her authority for the sake of the people. Hated the one who had divided the people into these categories that only brought suffering upon the lower classes.

Hated how his brother figure lost his best friend because she'd done something that was considered 'taboo', when it never should have been.

Hated how his disciple, who looked up to him and someone whom even he had come to appreciate, was so close to being ravaged by nobles who thought themselves deserving.

Hated how this woman was so fucking selfish that she saw the world as nothing more but a game, and herself the one above it all.

With a heart burning greater than fires he had ever braved and eyes filled with pure vitriol, the boy from the other world, Kirito, defiantly stared down the woman before him—her grin inviting, mocking—and snarled. " Fuck. You."

That was the limit. By then, the dam broke and his limits crashed. Pearly strings of semen shot out like a river, an overload of bliss and regret that promptly filled his vision with stars. Kirito gasped, grunting through the entire minute he released.

The woman seemed delighted by this. And he hated himself for this; hated that he couldn't overlook her beauty in this moment. Her hair the colour of amethyst crystals, eyes that reflected silver light, thin lips that looked so enticing. Her curves, her plump breasts, her nipples that perked, her hands on his cock. The stain of white that continued to spill onto her skin, yet only adding more to the masterpiece that she is.

He hated this. Every moment of this.

By the time he'd finished, he was left gasping, refusing to let himself fall into her inviting arms. He panted, trying to regain his breath. 'Fuck…' He thought to himself. 'That was…'

Better than anything else. Better than whatever he could have anticipated. Possibly the single best release he ever had—and he despised that it had come by the touch of an enemy.

"Impressive, but not surprising. You'd always proven yourself a capable one, and to see you just as virile~…"

She released his cock, and he hated how he missed her touch already. Perhaps she noticed it, for a glint of mischief surfaced as she dragged her hands down herself. She was scooping up his semen, he realized, noticing her lift it towards her face. As if to show the volume he had produced, and even he couldn't help but feel awed by how much he'd…

Without a word of warning, the woman brought his semen to her lips. Black eyes widened as they watched her all the while, from her muscles flexing as she brought his essence to her mouth, swallowing all of it in a single point of immaculacy. She shivered all the while, and he watched how her throat bobbed from the semen travelling into her stomach.

His cock, half-mast prior, was aroused to life once more by that erotic display.

"Oh?" Her tone was catty, playing with him. She smiled innocently, but he knew she was anything but. "You're ready for another round? Oh, how I love a man who can please!"

"Gh… I can decide not to do this."

"Oh, you could. And I would believe you. Unlike anyone else that I'd ever met, you have a will far stronger," she tilted her head. Silver strands fell upon her shoulder, and some clumped together by cum. "But do not forget our contract. You are bound to my rule, both body and mind, and every command is one you must fulfil," silver eyes narrowed. "Is that clear?"

"…Yes."

"Come now, I'd given you permission to call me by my name. Won't you say it for me?"

Her name… The name of a woman who had forsaken her duty in favour of pursuing a chase for power. One who forsook her citizens, whom she saw nothing more than ants in a terrarium.

His stomach rolled by her request… no, an order. He wanted nothing more but to leave, but she held the chains to his soul. He'd sold it to the devil, and devils always take what they're due. "…Quinella."

The Administrator— Quinella—smiled victoriously. Damn her. She was having too much fun with this.

"Now, was that so hard?" She tutted, patting him on the chin. "So tell me, what would you like? I'm feeling rather… generous, and wouldn't mind giving you a few more gifts~…"

"I want," he forced out. "To leave you."

"Yet again, you surprise me with how stubborn you are. Most men would have asked just about anything; riches, power. I wouldn't put it past them to even want a taste of my body, of which I would have denied—anyone but you, of course. And no, request denied!" She giggled, a sound of bells that roused the animal within him. "Tell me, where would you like me? Between my legs? In my mouth? Perhaps behind?"

As she said all of that, she felt him up everywhere, going so far as to kiss him on his cheek. Those eyes that watched him with such attention any jealous man would have practically murdered him to have on them (and how eagerly he would have swapped his position for theirs, if they knew).

Right now, what bothered him was how gentle she was being. Were she acting more condescending, perhaps then he could respond back in kind. But faced with faux lovingness, he despised how weak he felt.

He was even more perturbed by the fact that Quinella was unbothered by the concept of having sex with someone who was so antagonistic towards her. If anything, get enjoyment out of it and then get away with it all was probably her kind of drug. And one she would abuse out of him for a very long time, if he could guess.

Her finger poked him on the nose once snapping him out of his thoughts. "How rude. You aren't paying attention to your woman," she muttered with a fake pout. "How you are so popular with women, I don't get. In fact, I'd heard how much the female population of your academy adored you. Especially your valet and mentor. Perhaps I could have a talk with them to understand what they like so much about you—"

" Don't you fucking dare."

His voice came out harsh. It was so sudden, so visceral and angry that even his body, demanding pleasure all the while, raged with fire. His hands clenched her by the throat, causing her to choke for a moment as he focused every bit of his ire towards her. The flare of protectiveness was what spurred him to act, and it overpowered whatever vestiges of lust that swirled within him.

And yet, she continued to smile. Never putting up a fight. Never responding with a fleck of anger.

Always mocking him with her supposed 'love'. Always letting him have his way with her. Always trying to bring out the worst in him.

"You wouldn't kill me…" She whispered. Her hands snaked up his, brushing along his biceps and ending at his chest. One flicked his nipple between her thumb and index, and he was feeling the scourging flames of lust once more. "You need me, Kirito… After all, are we not partners now?"

"I will never stoop so low," he snarled. His hold tightened, and he could easily crush her windpipe—neither had their weapons, and they were both naked and so close. It would be oh so easy. But she wasn't wrong; he simply can't. "I hate you, Quinella. I hate you for what you did to Eugeo. To Alice."

The more he spoke, the more he was reminded of her sins. Of how callous she had been, prioritizing only her wants above everything else. Even now, he's reminded of how he is nothing more but a plaything for her, and how he wanted to get rid of her.

"For allowing Ronye and Tiese to be hurt… For turning Linel and Fizel into murderers… For taking Eldrie away from his family! For playing with the hearts of the people and making them your puppets!" One hand rose. "I hate you!"

And struck down onto the mattress, mere inches before colliding with her fist.

He wished he'd struck something else. Concrete to break, or even her own face to strike, but the world was too unkind to give him that sort of satisfaction. It continued to test him, push him to his limits. See how far he could take before he broke.

And never once had he complained. All was but punishment for his sins. His failures.

Diavel. Sachi. The Moonlit Black Cats.

Lives that were gone because he hadn't been strong enough. Been quick enough. Lives of people who would never see the light of day again, while he was here, alive—tormented, but alive. And they? Buried, perhaps forgotten by all but him and their families, their deaths reduced to mere statistics.

He despised Quinella. But more than her, he hated himself. This punishment was one he deserved.

His thoughts faltered when a soft hand cupped his cheek. His eyes trailed along the arm, following it to the face of the woman who sported an expression he had never seen her capable of.

Sympathy.

"Don't you dare…" He whispered. "Don't you dare..!" And his voice slowly roared into a howl. "Don't you fucking dare!" He slapped away her hand, as if her hand was hot iron searing against his skin. "You think you have any right to give me that kind of look? You… You don't know what I'd been through! Don't you fucking think that you have any right to comfort me!"

"No, I daresay not," Quinella was calm despite his outburst, pursing her lips as she stared up at him. "Your heart is torn apart. Wrought with a kind of storm that no one else could possibly understand. How could they, when they'd never experienced it?"

She slowly raised herself, her face growing closer to his. Kirito's eyes clenched tight, images of the Moonlit Black Cats dying one-by-one. His heart flared with grief and self-hatred, distracted merely by the woman's touch and voice.

"And that kind of pain…" She whispered into his ear. "I love it."

He knew of her intentions. Knew of how she operated, yet hearing her say it was a knee-jerk reaction. Obsidian eyes were wide in shock right after. He turned his gaze to his foe…

And saw nothing but a devil attempting to masquerade as an angel. Beneath the façade, however? A horrible, rotten sadist.

"You…"

"Such anguish that I'd never seen in another human being," she whispered, hugging herself with a blissful moan. "Oh, the beauty! The depravity!" She continued, ignorant to his growing horror. "You are truly a specimen unlike any other. Now, more than ever am I glad to have formed this contact with you."

Those hands that would have been loving for anyone (for him, now more than ever) now burnt to the touch. His body wanted her. Wanted to reject her. They were cupping his face, and all he could see was her blushing face, staring into his eyes with a kind of apathetic expression that only sought to make it clear what kind of devil that she is.

"So go on. Continue drowning in your pain for me. Continue educating me on this thing we call love. Continue to play along to my whims. Continue to use me as you desire. You are mine, so go ahead and be mine to use—"

"— Darling."

Someone screamed. Kirito knew it was him, for the unbridled anger couldn't have been anyone else's but his. It erupted from his depths, filling the space of the hundredth floor of the Central Cathedral, that which served as nothing more but her personal quarters.

Quinella gasped as he pushed her down. And then he silenced her by force, shoving the entirety of his cock down her throat.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

Rampaging emotions danced like laughing devils, as he gripped her head with both hands and began to ram his cock into the back of throat. He drew back and then plunged right back in, refusing to give even a quarter of pity or forgiveness as he drowned himself in this sinful act.

Quinella relished this. When had she never? Even when she was being abused as she was now, his shaft in her throat and impeding her respiration, she looked pleased. Victorious. She had won the battle, and she'd won the war—both of them knew it, and he was nothing more but a vengeful man at this point.

Kirito continued to ravage her. With his dick filling her entire mouth, he was assaulted on all sides; from the spit that layered against his head and shaft, sliding along her tongue, massaged by her throat. Each time he pulled back and thrusted, he could feel the tip of his head poke against the back of her throat, and the ripples of her muffled gags along his member was quickly sending him to the edge once more.

That only spurred him to push faster, pulling her head against him to the point that his pubis struck her nose, burying her into his groan while his balls slapped against her chin. Each motion was a resounding clapping of skin against skin, and Kirito simply groaned through the ride.

He could still remember. The first time she'd attempted to deepthroat him, she'd been unable to take him completely in. It was something he couldn't help but feel proud of, knowing that she couldn't have been perfect at everything. And now, here she was, as if she'd adapted in every way to take him in, no matter how. It was equally pleasing as it was aggravating.

'This bitch… runs her mouth like she's hot shit,' he thought darkly. 'Then might as well make use of it—agh!'

His eyes shot wide when Quinella began flicking her tongue around and against his shaft, pushing his dick in every direction possible. Fighting against the struggle, she even squeezed down on his dick with her mouth and throat, practically attempting to hasten the release.

And she wasn't simply satisfied to make use of just her mouth. With her hands, she reached up to cup his balls, massaging him with such gentleness that practically rolled the semen around like alcohol in a glass. And faced against such overwhelming pleasure from practically everywhere?

Kirito practically exploded, roaring as his vision swam again. His dick pulsed madly before his essence rushed out of him with a frenzy, shooting straight down into her stomach. Warmth spread across her, some splashing against her throat's walls and painting her in his colours from the inside.

Before he even allowed himself his full release, he pulled away, shoving Quinella away from him. His dick twitched, spilling a few more drops of cum that fell onto the mattress. Some ran down his shaft, coating it in a layer of viscosity.

"Mmgh… Mwhaaah…" Swallowing, Quinella sighed happily, stroking her belly in slow circles. "Delicious… And such animalistic barbarism," she licked the corner of her lips, which broke into a hungry smile. "Come, my lovely knight… Why don't you try this?"

She said that while squishing her breasts together. Parting her lips, a mixture of scant semen and saliva drooped down onto the valley of her boobs, leaving it glistening.

His being thrummed, but his momentary exhaustion prevented him from taking the initiative as he had before. That was frustrating in itself, yet he swallowed his pride, screwing his eyes shut. "Do it…"

"Of course, Darling."

Was that love in her voice? Or a perverse imitation meant to draw out a reaction out of him? He didn't need to think. She was a devil. Nothing more, nothing less.

Or perhaps she was a succubus. A seductress. From the very start to even now, with her breasts and hips swaying left and right as she crawled towards him like some sort of feline—every action, expression and sound was fuelling that hunger in him. It demanded him to take more of her. To take more bites from the forbidden fruit.

He wished he didn't have to. But it was by her order to use her. And he'd sold his soul away.

Quinella lifted her breasts before his dick, as if offering them to him. With but a hum, she lowered her head to lay a soft kiss upon his crown. It twitched in response, and that only made her giggle before she moved forwards.

And practically welcomed her to the lovely embrace of her voluptuous chest, nipples poking against his groin. Warmth and softness wrapped around his member, and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to thrust.

"You needn't do anything," she said, as if she'd read his mind. Quinella simply winked back at him when he looked down on her. "So relax yourself, Darling. Enjoy this moment."

So saying, she began by slowly squeezing them together, massaging his dick. And then, with such agonising slowness, she dragged her breasts up before falling down, only to fall into a repetitive sequence that's so simple but no less effective. Sex was amazing, and she always managed to make it ten times better.

Something wet and soft tickled his glans. Kirito groaned, throwing his head back; in front of him, Quinella licked away at the tip of his dick each time it poked out from her valley, lapping up pre-cum and her own spit that she lathered upon him.

She continued to do this while his hands found their way into her hair, catching fistfuls of silver. His hands followed her head as she bobbed up and down upon his member, her tongue making love to his bulbous head with sweet, tender care.

Goddesses… How his heart despised this dance of theirs, yet his body responded in kind with fierce passion. It was so powerful, so amazing.

And it didn't help that this world, built upon the foundation of mnemonic visuals and realism that far surpassed every virtual world that he'd ever explored. Aincrad, Alfheim, the post-apocalyptic Earth in the world of 'GGO'—no such experience could possibly compare to this world.

Here, everything was as real as the real world. Every taste of a fruit, every touch of grass, every scorching heat of an ember, every gash carved into his being by a sword; there was no such concept of pain absorption or sensation removal. Everything could be felt. Everything could be experienced.

That it extended all the way to sex was something his mind was mildly exasperated with, but overloaded with all these sensations, he couldn't think about anything else.

Not with his member wrapped in her bosom, slick with spit and semen, being lapped at by her tongue…

"I w-want… Auugh…" His voice came out hoarse, weak. Yet it reached Quinella's ears all the same, promptly stopping her. "Goddesses, I want to stop…"

"Oh, but your body… huaa. It wants more. So, so much more," she dragged her tongue across his foreskin, triggering so many neurones in him that had him bucking his hips a little upwards. Pre-cum dripped out. "So tell me, love. Where, hah, where you would like me tonight? My pussy? My ass?"

"Ass."

Any answer would have delighted her, but she would always light up from his answer, even if he never gave a shit or forced himself to go through the motions. Without hesitation, she adjusted herself so that she was sitting before him. And then, she dropped herself onto his lap with a melodious laugh, rolling her hips atop his. The ravenette groaned, feeling her ass dance against his stiffening member. Aided by the natural lubricant, it was enough to get him physically prepared once more.

Without hesitation, she lowered her hands, curiously feeling around his wet member. And then, gently gripping his shaft with one hand, she used her other to slowly peel away his foreskin. A red, fleshy fruit greeted the world, bulging and itching for pleasure.

It irritated him to no end that she had this effect to him, and it would irk him even more if she would refuse him his pleasure. Knowing her well, however, she would never back out of anything.

Slowly, she adjusted the position of his dick, making sure to line up the head of his dick against her anus. She lowered herself just enough to press her puckered asshole against him.

And then, without fanfare, she dropped herself onto him—penetrated in one swift motion.

"HhhaaAA!" Screaming in ecstasy, Quinella quickly lunged her arms at him, wrapping them around him and burying his face into her chest. He knew she had orgasmed on the spot, her body trembling against his as bliss rushed through her, fluids pouring out of her and splashing against his groin. "Ooaah… Mmm~… Kirito, love, why don't we..?"

He answered with a growl, gripping her by the waist and using the strength he'd built over the course of two years in his swordsmanship training to lift her up, only to let her fall back down upon his dick like a guillotine.

Quinella squealed a second time. Again? There was something disgustingly enjoyable in how sensitive she was, that she could be pushed to the point of collapse so quickly. And just how strongly he could make her crash was a testament to his own skill in the bed, something he ought to appreciate (which he did), yet also a reminder that he was using such talents to please a woman he despised so much.

Yet again, he didn't care. He simply relinquished himself to the motions of fucking her, spearing her in the ass over and over again and sending her to the point of multiple orgasms in such little time. And all throughout, he was to enjoy the tight constriction around his member. A feeling far more different than her vagina offered, but no less enjoyable.

"K-Kirito..! Kirito~!"

"Stop..! Saying my name..! You whore!"

She didn't listen. Never had. The pontifex simply allowed her voice to climb in volume every time he bounced her on top of him, filling her backside with dick over and over. Silver eyes were unfocused, body surrendering to the pleasure that he was delivering to her every passing second.

Both hands moved down from her hips to clench her butt cheeks, squeezing tight to fill his hand with flesh. So soft. Her eyes tried to meet his, watery. Drool and cum dotted the corners of her lips. Her breasts bounced up and down before his face, rosy pink nipples so tantalizing.

Too beautiful. She was a fucking masterpiece, sculptured by an artist with physical perfection in every aspect, with her only flaw her impure heart.

"HhyeeeEeehH!" Her voice reached a new high when she came for the fifth time, and only then—with her ass clenching down on his member and her nails scraping across his shoulder blades—was he beginning to feel his impending climax. "C-Cum..! Fill me with your love..! Auugh, fill me, Kirito! G-Give me your every…your everything!"

"S-Shut up..!"

"Oh, you're filling so muuuch..!"

" Shut up!"

Her words, though mere imitations, still fanned the flames within him. He sped up their movements, bucking his hips upwards in time to meet hers every time she fell upon him, effectively spearing her harder and maximising the pleasure. His breath thinned and her eyes rolled back, chest heaving in front of them as they continued this sinful act.

He never wanted this. Never wanted to become her puppet, or knight, or plaything. He'd only ever wanted to do the right thing.

And, as he came to learn, the road to hell was paved with good intentions. And such would be his downfall.

"H-Haaah… Your eyes… Such fire. A woman could only l-look at them for so long before they—mmMhh?!"

Kirito had silenced her before she could mock him even further, claiming her lips in a ferocious liplock to stop her words. So soft upon his own, a taste not unlike the sweetest of fruits. Her drowned-out moans, her sweet embrace, her feather-light hair…

All his to consume. All his to be consumed by.

"Nghaha…" He released her lips in time, gritting his teeth. "I-I'm close..!"

"I-In me!" She panted, dipping forwards to kiss him once. Then another time, deeper, before she pulled back again. "Cum for me, Darling~! Cum, cum, cum..!"

"HrhhgHAAA!"

This was a climax unlike any other. One that broke him as he bent forwards, burying his face into the crook of her neck as he shot load after load into her ass. Quinella couldn't handle that either, and she climaxed with him, screaming through the entire minute and a half as their bodies were intermingled—put together like puzzle pieces—and wrought with indescribable pleasure.

Three seconds. That was how long he ceased to feel at the end of his orgasm; his breath and his sight. Once air returned into his lungs, he found himself wheezing to regain his breath, vision gradually regaining colour and form.

And it was her—his enemy, his benefactor, his queen, his lover—who cursed his view first. That tired smile of hers hurt him.

"T-That… was wonderful…" She breathed out, kissing him. Slowly, a little deeper, and with a smack of their lips when they pulled away from each other. "Oh, Darling… We have such a long night ahead of us. What say we enjoy ourselves a little longer?"

Enjoy themselves more..? What kind of person would seek more pleasure after having drowned in it for hours without pause?

Deep down, Kirito just laughed. As if he should have expected anything less. This was a monster who was at the top of the entire world. She could very well outlast him if she so desired to.

"…Fine," and he was not the kind to run away from a challenge, no matter how much he wished he could now.

"Splendid! Now then, what say we… kick this up a little more?"

She fell back upon the mattress, pulling him with her. Silverish purple splayed out across her naked body, his body melting into hers with her lips against his feeling like a kind of perfection he would continue to reject; he would not love her. Not now, and never in the future.

One would wonder why he would seek her out. Why he would put himself in her servitude, albeit unwillingly, to begin with. There could have been another path. Another choice.

But to save his friends? This world he'd come to call his home? Their future? He would do anything. And if her power could grant him that?

He would dance with the devil, even at the cost of his own life.

"«System Call»," he chanted, pressing his fingers against her breast. Spatial resources were called to him, shaping themselves to his command. She should be afraid. And yet, as rabid excitement filled her gaze, his eyes fell shut. "«Generate 'Thermal' element»."

Her pained, elated screams filled the room.

Author's Notes:

Hoooo boy, that was fun! I hadn't written a proper smut in way too long. I hoped you had as much fun reading this as I did reading it.

So, yeah! I'm definitely going to work on this, which will be considered as Administrator's Descent's spiritual successor, if you would. And yes, I bet some of you are wondering about the P5R x SAO crossover. I'll continue that one too someday, obviously, though I need to rethink how to approach it.

In any case, what do you guys think about this? Like I said, I'm rather rusty when it comes to writing this sort of content. Going from M-rated to T-rated for so long, then back to M-rated was kinda' hard, so how was this preview? Pretty decent? Worse than before? Meh-meh in the middle? Do let me know!

Also, DPR IAN just released Ballroom Extravaganza by the time I release this chapter. Sooo going to spam it during my drive to my college tomorrow morning.

Alright-y! That's just about it. I know I've already said this plenty of times, but again, thank you. Thank you to everyone for your endless patience, for giving this crappy story a read, for giving me, some random guy who loves writing a bit too much an opportunity to just write whatever he wants. That you gave it your time of day and even enjoyed it—it all means a lot, and I hope to write you guys something that you can enjoy. Ain't saying when I'll get to it, but better late than never, right?

Also, Quinella is hot as fuck. Let's not try to beat around the bush on that one, lmao.