Hello, Hirem here. TO my followers of the path of harem. No I'm not dead or gone, or worse bored. I have unfortunately have to face the three banes of Fanfiction. Writers block. Lack of motivation, and REAL LIFE. I am now officially part of society, and have to prioritize that part of life. But fear not! the flame for put my spin on anime lemons still burns like the fires of Alexandria. Its' just a mater of finding the right time and feeling to organized my thought. Plus, fair reviewers. I confess. Iam also distract by Genshin Impact. Yeah I playing the game. So what. It help with material. Moving forward I am on the fence on starting a new chapter, working of Lineage of Emiya. or starting athor fic overall. I have several ideas that might already have been made, but I digress. Whether I continue, switch to Emiya, or start a: Sekirrei, HOTD, Naruto, ONe Piece, Rosario, RWBY, Prison school, Evangelion,Fairy Tail, Code Geass, Infinite Stratos, and whatever else is up to fate, me, and you guys. Even if I do make another fanfic I still couldn't. But I'll explain at the end.
For now this chapter is a lemon with so breathers.
BEGIN!
"I see. So, you were Successful?" Otto questioned while he scribbled down more notes for his research document on his granite-Mahogany desk. Occasionally stopping to pet Rabbit who was chewing a large bone, while Cole took watch behind Saito.
"Yeah, sorry I couldn't deliver it to you," Saito apologized as he observed the surroundings of Otto's room. It was larger than a classroom with several stacks of books, documents, and countless cultural and historical decorations. He was carrying a large flat box the size of his body "I was waiting for the right time to deliver these to you and get them without anyone noticing. My bad."
"It's fine," Otto reassured. "We've all been rather busy these past few days. The old geezer and Colbert have been reigning in dissenting parents and immersing themselves in research nonstop. Everyone has the interests and responsibilities." Immediately the atmosphere in the room grew cold and tense. Rabbit and Cole both tensed at their master's change in mood. "That said, I do hope that the task given to you was completed."
Saito said nothing before taking the box from his back and revealing its contents. "All this trouble not only for a message and warning but two paintings. Can explain your reasoning."
Yes, what Saito had given Otto were the very paintings that were in the Crown Prince Wales' room.
Fianna's Rebellion A painting depicting the final battle and the loss of House Ector's bloodline. Said to be the place where the sword of a certain knight was lost to time.
And a family portrait that Saito assumed held sentimental value to Wales.
"You wouldn't believe it if I said it was a passing whim?" Otto asked in a neutral tone.
"I'd have my doubt, but sure," Saito answered in the same tone.
For once since Saito returned to Otto's office, he radiated the demeanor of polite suspicion. It would be bad to get on a Tower Master's bad side. Especially one Saito was certain was adept at fighting dirty.
Otto stared at Saito before relaxing himself and smiling. "I guess I do owe you that much."
"That you do," Saito agreed evenly.
"First of all, let's say this first," Otto said as he rehearsed this topic. "I am not from Tristan. My birthplace and homeland are the United Kingdoms of Brittania or as the modern name Albion."
"I'm sorry, what?" Saito asked with a confused expression.
"You heard me, kid," Otto clarified with a hint of mirth. "I am from Albion. The Tower Master of wind and History teacher of the Tristan Academy of Magic is a foreigner from a country hostile to Tristan."
"Are you a spy for the Reconquista?" Saito asked sternly.
"No, I'm not," Otto answered truthfully. "To be more specific, I am a spy, but not their spy. I could watch Cromwell and his supporters suffer and still sleep peacefully."
"Then why even tell me all this?" Saito stared into Otto's face searching for deception.
All that resulted in Otto wearing a faint smile. "You could call it repayment, but the more accurate term would be an investment and a peace offering." Otto then took out a scroll from his desk. After he unrolled it, the map showed detailed imagery of the Kingdom of Tristan. "This is Tristan, young man. Everyone in power has an agenda. Everyone uses spies and gossip. And every outsider gets persecuted. The kingdom is full of foreign spies tripping up each other and it is a miracle the country stays intact, if not thriving. Especially due to it being in between the strong military empire up north and the second strongest and central of The Game at its south."
"So this is a pact of non-aggression," Saito immediately concluded with a frown. "You'll make sure operations do not hinder my interests and keep the spotlight off me in the underworld."
"While you aid me in minor detail and keep my secrets," Otto finished conspiratorially.
"Because you would be persecuted and you would get the edge over not only your enemies at Albion but also here," Saito said nodding his head. "What proof do you have that I can trust you? You knew the place was a trap and willingly allowed it there. Hell, you gave something and made deliver a message to the last prince of the county!"
At that, for a brief moment, Saito thought and saw Otto's face twitch briefly. Otto steeled himself just before continuing. "Fianna's Rebellion is a masterpiece of culture and wealth worth about the naming price in gold."
"So it's priceless that I could sell later if I were a shady bastard," Saito commented urging him to continue.
"This… on the other hand," Otto gestured at the other with a sad smile. "Is worth less than Fianna's Rebellion at about 20,672 gold approximately."
"Worthless? That's an Absurd amount of money!" Saito yelled in humorous surprise. After being summoned into this world Saito spent his free studying its infrastructure. One of the things he got from the servants, Siesta, Marteau, Louise, Tabitha, and everyone else was the system of money.
Based on a rough estimate: One copper is equal to 115 yen/ one dollar. Then, one silver is equal to 100 copper. Next, one gold is equal to 100 silver. Simple enough. Lastly were the rare golds: Blood Gold= 100 gold, Bone Gold=1000Gold, and Ash= 10,000 gold. A Platinum coin= 100,000 gold. Finally, the Royal platinum was priceless with a million gold minimum.
This system was established by the 7th Tyrant King, monikered 'the Iron Slave KIng' to establish a legal and somewhat fair trade of currency for the Kingdom. Add in a few thousand years and the Romaliian church-sanctioned approval and the currency system Spread to the Five Great Nations in the modern-day.
"Yes, but its value is not on wealth but sentimental value," Otto explained further. "This painting is not just one owned by the Crown. It is one that was painted by the Crown Prince Wales himself when he was eight."
"Seriously? Prince was that much of an artist," Saito was shocked. Wales was such a Reinasanse man. "Good looks. Magic Power. Intellect. And a noble and kind ego. Is there anything he sucks at?"
"By 'suck' you mean things he was flawed at then yes there was plenty." OTTO laughed at Saito's apparent envy. "For one thing, Wales had a terrible singing voice. He could sing when taught, but if he initiated a song… Well, interrogations would be much easier."
"Wow…"
"Another flaw is his kindness" Otto continued with a sad expression. "He always looked out for those under him. Even to the detriment of himself"
Otto looked at Saito before continuing. "The reason I requested the painting retrieval was because of a personal matter, Saito."
"...I understand," Saito nodded his head in understanding. It wasn't that Otto didn't want to save Wales. It was that he could not save Wales. Letting Wales in Tristan would paint a target on the kingdom from Reconquista. Even if they could smuggle Wales, Wardes or some short-sighted moron would have killed him. Wale wouldn't personally flee while his people were in danger. No, Wales would stay and fight, not just because he wanted to save his love. But…
"You tried to save him by giving him an out as well," Saito said even as he put together Otto's wish. "But Wales had to help pay for what King James did, Didn't he?"
Otto grimaced in shame. "What Jame did during reign was reprehensible. He had to pay. My colleagues tried giving Wales a chance to walk away but like I said he was too kind and responsible."
"But what if he allowed himself to die as bait to secure Albion's Future?" Saito reasoned as he put the facts in order.
"That's a nice theory. If it were true," Otto smiled ruefully. "Enough, so what do you say?"
Saito nodded his head. "Alright, we work together partially. I should go."
Saito turned around to leave before he stopped at the door. "By the way, "
He turned his head to look at Otto. "What did Wale Title that painting."
Otto kept smiling and closed his eye while he spoke softly. "Rather heartwarming and ironic Title given the reality it was based on. "
"Which is?"
"A Cousland's happy day."
Walking back to Louise's room
Saito walked back to Louise's room with much to think about.
There was an underlying movent in Albion. Although the rebels have succeeded, they would need time to properly establish a working government to clean up the wreckage caused by the Emerald Storm. Assemble enough manpower to form armies and clean up crews. Add in the saboteurs still within Reconquista's ranks and the rebelling factions in Branwen, Ulster, Albion, and Dumwall then they would have enough time. The time that was halved by the Princess's upcoming wedding.
"What we need to do Saito is to get our project working."
I know TEST. But we have to embrace some peace to give us a clear head.
"It's a shame the noble baths aren't available then we could mull it over."
Don't remind me.
Ever since he adapted here Saito discovered that Tristan Magic Academy had a bathhouse along with toilets. It was a Roman-style bathhouse lined with marble. It had a huge swimming pool filled with perfume mixed in hot water, and it was said to feel quite heavenly. Of course, Saito could not enter; only nobles were allowed to use it.
The commoners' bathhouse, compared to the nobles' bathhouse, was rather shabby. The joint bathhouse for commoners looked like a hovel. It was placed on stones with a fire burning underneath, the strong smell of sweat and the tightly pressed bodies only made one sweat more.
One day in that bathhouse was enough to make Saito disgusted. Saito, who was raised in Japan, set up a bath using a kettle filled to the brim with hot water. The sauna was just too unsatisfying.
He was thankful for the private baths, sinks, and toilet facilities in Louise's room even if he couldn't use them frequently due to her presence and sudden behavior change. One of Tristan's Tyrant Kings aided by a previous headmaster created a reform to modernize. But because of corruption, the reform wasn't pushed until a hundred years ago.
Again. People are terrible.
"Well, we have time so I guess we can enjoy a soak." Saito monologued with a smile.
"You have another update coming up so take the time to relax. I won't be communicating for a while."
Got it.
The next day Old Osmond office
Old Osmond was staring at the book the palace had delivered and absent-mindedly twirled his beard. The cover, sheathed in old leather, was so worn out that it looked like it would tear from a single touch. The book's pages had a tawny color to them.
Hmm...
While muttering, Sir Osmond turned a page. Nothing was written on it. There were about three hundred pages in the book and they were all blank.
"'The Founder's Prayer Book' has always been handed down through the Tristain royal family…" he muttered quietly.
Six thousand years ago, Founder Brimir offered a prayer to God and wrote down his spells using magical runes as letters.
"Isn't this a fake?" Sir Osmond looked suspiciously at the book. Fakes… they're all too common with 'legendary' artifacts. Only one 'Founder's Prayer Book' exists in the world. Rich nobles, temple priests, and royal families of all countries... everybody claims to have the real 'Founder's Prayer Book'. But regardless of each one's authenticity, all of them were collected in the library as genuine articles.
"But if it is a fake, it's an awful one. All of the characters are gone." Osmond said before turning to an expert in fakes.
Old Osmond had seen the 'Founder's Prayer Book' several times before on numerous occasions, mostly fakes. The runes always seemed to leap from the pages on them. However, he never saw a book with no characters like this one. Could it be genuine?
"Your thoughts Otto?" Osmond asked Otto, before handing him the Founder's Prayer Book.
"Hmm," Otto began to inspect the relic.
At that moment they heard someone knocking.
I should hire another secretary Sir Osmond thought as he invited the guest into the room.
"It's not locked. Please, come in."
The door opened and a slender girl stepped in. She had pink-blonde hair and big, reddish-brown eyes. It was Louise.
"I heard you called for me, so…" Louise said before noticing Otto. "What is Professor Otto doing here?"
Sir Osmond stood up and spread his hands, welcoming the petite visitor. He wanted to thank Louise for her efforts from the other day.
"Oh, Miss Vallière. Have you rested after the tiresome journey?" Sir Osmond said in a soft voice. "Your great efforts ensured the alliance's safety and prevented a crisis in Tristain."
"I have summoned here to verify historic artifact Miss Vallière." Otto added still examining the book.
"And thank those efforts, negotiations have progressed smoothly. Next month in Germania, there will finally be a wedding ceremony held for the princess and Germania's emperor. It's all thanks to you. Be proud of yourself."
After hearing this, Louise's spirit momentarily faltered. Her childhood friend Henrietta was going to be used as a political tool and marry Germania's emperor without love. Even though there was no other solution for the alliance, Louise's chest tightened whenever she recalled the sad smile on Henrietta's lips.
Although Henrietta marrying the Germainian Emperor would mean Tristan would be annexed to Germania. Thankfully, Flanders' Law ensures Tristan's independence. But that small comfort didn't completely ease her worry.
Louise silently bowed. Old Osmond became silent for a while and watched Louise. Then, remembering that he had the 'Founder's Prayer Book' in his possession, he took it from Otto's hands and held it out for Louise.
"What's this?" Louise looked at the book with suspicion.
"The Founder's Prayer Book." Both Otto and Osmond said simultaneously.
"The Founder's Prayer Book? This?" Louise stated skeptically.
It was given to the royal family. And it's a legendary book. But why does Sir Osmond have it?
"According to tradition in Tristain's royal family, when a royal family member is wed, one aristocrat is chosen to take the role of the bridesmaid," Otto explained clearly. "Following the imperial edict, the selected bridesmaid is traditionally given the 'Founder's Prayer Book'."
"Uh-huh." Louise, who wasn't aware of such detailed palace etiquette, replied blankly.
"And the princess has chosen Miss Vallière to be that bridesmaid," Osmond added.
"The princess?"
"That's right." Osmond continued. "The shrine maiden must also come up with a written edict when receiving the founder's Prayer Book'"
"A...ah! I must think of an edict?"
"Indeed. Of course, there is still certain palace etiquette that you need to learn… traditions can be rather bothersome. However, Miss Vallière, the princess is looking forward to it. This is a great honor. So follow the palace regulations and write the edict, because something like this happens only once in a lifetime."
Henrietta, my childhood friend, chose me to be her bridesmaid. Louise firmly looked up.
"I understand. I will obey respectfully." Louise accepted the 'Founder's Prayer Book' from Sir Osmond's hands.
Sir Osmond smiled, looking at Louise. "You are willing to undertake it. Good, good. The Princess will be pleased."
"But is this the Founder's Prayer Book?" Louise asked examining it closely. The thing looks like an old, barely held-together journal.
"If your mind?"Otto asked holding out his hand. Louise was confused momentarily before realizing that he wanted to examine the book.
So, that's why Old Osmond had Otto hear. To verify if it is a fake.
Louise's next thoughts were abruptly interrupted when saw what Otto was doing.
The Wind Tower Master was caressing the pages between his fingertip, rubbing every surface in detail. Helt the leather covering of the book before sniffing it for a few seconds. Next, he began licking it a few times. Finally, Otto simply slammed multiple on Osmond's desk. All of this disturbed and confused Louise before she let out a scream of pious anger at such blasphemy.
"What are you doing-?!"
Then, Otto threw the book into Osmond's marble fireplace.
"Ahhh!"
"Otto!" Osmond roared in barely contained fury causing the air to feel heavy. This stopped Louise from recklessly attacking Otto, giving Osmond time to dispel the fire.
"Really, why couldn't just explain why you need to do such things instead of doing them?" Osmond complained in the same casual manner he was famous for. The previous hostility was a mere illusion. "Well?"
"Overall sir," Otto explains before taking out the still intact prayer book from the empty fireplace. "This is either a good fake or more likely the genuine article."
"Hmm, I see well that's nice." Osmond nodded his head. "Well then miss Vallière, that will all."
Before Louise could recover from the shock she found herself outside the Headmasters office confused.
In the Vestri Courtyard
Saito was enjoying his evening bath He had set it up a solution to bathing since he couldn't use Louise's bathroom. He left his parka back in the room because he didn't want his sweat to overheat. Plus, so he could wash it later.
He had asked Marteau, the head chef, for a big old kettle. In response Marteau gave a rather large one Saito was sure could hold 12 people and the water. He burned firewood below the kettle to heat the water, and placed the wooden lid at the bottom of the kettle for him to stand or sit on, and voila! A hot water bath was created.
Saito made his bath in the Vestri Courtyard's nook. It was convenient since people did not come often to this courtyard. Plus he was certain his security measures would prevent the Noble prick and gossipy staff from entering. Mind control is convenient.
The day was coming to an end and the two moons appeared, shining faintly. Once the water was hot enough, Saito quickly threw off his clothes and sank into the big kettle. He would follow proper bath etiquette, but this was an isekai. Screw some rules.
"Aah... the water is nice and hot."
He put a towel on his head and started humming a melody. One of nostalgia and peace.
Derflinger, who was leaning against the wall of the kettle, called out to Saito: "Does it feel good?"
"Yeah." Saito relaxed letting the warmth spread to his body.
"By the way, partner, why didn't you take advantage of the young mistress a while ago?"
Saito threw Derflinger a tepid glance. He didn't want to answer so he said nothing.
"Don't look at me like that. It feels bad, partner." Derflinger relented with reluctance.
"Hey, legendary sword." Saito committed absentmindedly while looking at the two moons.
"Indeed I am a legendary sword. What is it?" Derf bragged and asked.
"During the past six thousand years, did you find someone important to you to protect?"
Derflinger shook lightly trying to act dumb before replying. "I do not protect. It is the one that holds me that protects me. Or kills."
"You poor thing…" Saito said from the bottom of his heart in a sympathetic voice. He was well aware of the flaw of becoming a weapon: a sword. Hell, there was a popular story where the idiot protagonist debated heroism while becoming a sword.
"Poor, you say? On the contrary, it is quite comfortable."Derf commented that Saito had to relent. Ignorance is bliss.
"Is that so? By the way, what things do you remember about this 'Gandálfr'? How great was he, and what kind of things did he do?" Saito, showing his inborn curiosity, asked Derflinger.
"I forgot."
He's lying.
"Huh," Saito spoke curiously before he sensed someone coming.
"It was a long time ago." Derf deflected. "Besides, partner, someone is coming."
A shadow appeared in the moonlight.
"Who is it?" Saito's call startled the shadow. It dropped something that it was carrying with a clatter. Under the moonlight, one could hear the sound of a breaking pot.
"Waaah, it broke… I'll be scolded again… sniff"
From that voice, Saito was able to recognize the person hidden in the darkness. From both sight and energy signatures.
"Siesta?!"
Illuminated by the moonlight, the figure of a housemaid working in the Alviss Dining Hall - Siesta - appeared. She had just finished her work and, although she was still wearing her usual maid clothes, the Katusha covering her head was now gone. Her loose shoulder-length black hair shone glossily in the moonlight.
Which also hides those beautiful small black horns.
Siesta squatted down to pick up the pot that she had dropped earlier.
"W-what are you doing here?" Saito's call made Siesta turn around. He was glad because didn't want to lose control. For now.
"Uhmmm... today I was able to get some really tasty goods and I wanted Saito to try it! I would have given it to you in the kitchen, but you didn't come today! Waah!" Siesta said in a panic. She hid the fact that she also wanted to stay close to the man who claim virginity but spoke the truth.
Indeed, there was a tray lying next to Siesta, an overturned teapot, and some cups. Surprised by the sudden call, it seemed like Siesta had dropped one cup.
"A treat?" Saito asked, still submerged in the bath.
Suddenly Siesta became aware of Saito's nudity and, for a moment, averted her eyes in shame.
"That's right," Siesta said to hide the embarrassing arousal in her voice. "Some unusual goods came from the east town 'Rub' al Khali' today: Tea."
"Tea?"
Tea was an extremely rare commodity. Only Nobles and Guild merchants could drink the stuff frequently. Commoners could only drink milk, water, coffee, and cheap alcohol. Saito attributed it to poor cultivation and logistics. After all, what separated The Five Great Nations From Rub' al Khali' were not just the Empire of Iron, and other lesser factions, but also the Elves. Every nation was trying to develop their tea plantations and he heard the university had succeeded in cultivating a tea plant for their Noble. Hell one of Tristan's exports was tea.
Siesta poured some from a teapot into a cup that was not broken and gave it to Saito.
"Thank you." Saito lifted it to his lips. The sweet aroma of tea tickled his nostrils. And when it was in his mouth, it tasted like Japanese green tea.
"Hmm," Saito suddenly felt overwhelmed with nostalgia. And sadness
Aah, Japan. The dear mother country. A land of honor, discipline, and grace, choked by xenophobia, paranoia, and justice addicts.
In his big kettle bath, Saito spontaneously wiped the corners of his eyes. He also buried the growing sorrow for his people.
"What's the matter! Are you alright?" Siesta bent over the edge of the kettle.
"N-no, I just felt nostalgic for a moment. I'm alright. Yeah." After saying that, Saito brought the cup back to his mouth. Although the tea and a bath made a strange combination, they both soaked Saito with longing.
"Do you miss it? That's right, Saito-san comes from the east." Siesta flashed a shy smile.
"I... I probably feel that way. That said, how did you know that I was here?" Saito's words made Siesta blush.
"That's, that's. I'm just here because I saw you going this way with hot water and…"
"You peeped?"Saito's voice saying that was neutral. But inside he was happy, shocked, and horny.
Damn, a cute girl masturbating to me is hot!
Siesta hastily shook her head. "N-no, I didn't mean it that way!"
Flustered, Siesta tripped over the edge of the kettle and with a loud splash, fell into the kettle.
"Kyaaaaaaa!" Siesta screamed, but her shriek was suppressed by the hot water inside the iron kettle.
"Are you alright?" Saito asked in blank surprise. "Ah!"
Did that just happen?! Oh, Gods of hentai, thank you!
"I-I'm alright… Wah, but I am soaked now…" Siesta stuck her wet head out of the hot water. Which made look like a sexy buoy. The poor girl's housemaid clothes were sodden. And when she became aware of Saito's naked state, a furious blush spread on her face.
Saito panicked from both embarrassment and his growing arousal. "S-sorry! Even though the bath is on a stove, it is still possible to fall in!"
"N-no, I'm sorry!"Siesta apologized immediately.
Although she was apologizing, Siesta didn't try to get out of the bath. Saito then decided to take a defiant attitude as well. He pretended in a somewhat manly manner that it was nobother she was not getting out.
I am not embarrassed nor am I sexually desire this big tittied maid- de gozaru!
Normally he was a calm and collected individual. But he was still 17 and primed for mating, so the instinct manly coolness occasionally manifested.
Was my action manly? Saito thought so. Which meant that Saito was currently a fool now.
"Ufufu" Siesta laughed still soaking with her maid clothes inside the big kettle. Though it wasn't a laughable situation, she still laughed.
"What's wrong?" Saito asked insecurely. Was his size a laughingstock? Though it was dark and no one could see below the surface of hot water, Saito suddenly felt insecure. He didn't have to worry about that department, but the fear of NTR was strong.
"Nothing, but, it feels good. Is this how you bathe in Saito-san's country?" Siesta answered in relief. She was just as embarrassed as Saito but the sight of such a cool handsome boy trying to act cool and manly, told of his embarrassment too. Plus, it meant he thought she was pretty.
"That's right. Though, it is unusual to get in while wearing clothes." Saito said trying to maintain his calm while controlling his more intimately primal thoughts.
"Ara? Is that so?" Siesta said with half-lidded eyes and a coy smile. "Yet, if you think about it, that must be true. Well then, I'll take them off."
"Yes?" Pop-eyed Saito asked Siesta.
Oh Hentai Kamisama, no….
"What did you say just now?"
Siesta, who is usually hesitant and shy, for some reason became bold. Slightly biting her lips she looked at Saito in a determined way.
"I said, I'll take them off." she said with an innocent smile.
"But Siesta? I am a man…"Saito said dumbfounded. Could it be?
"That's alright. I know that Saito-san is not a person who would hurt me."Siesta said with certainty.
Saito nodded, though he hadn't heard a single word due to hearing the flow of his blood...
"No, oh my, don't do such a thing…" He begged weakly with anticipation.
Siesta didn't notice Saito's conflict with his meager chivalry and his primal lust. "But I also want to use this 'Bath' properly. It is nice."
, "Eh?" Saito stared as Siesta rose from the hot water and started taking off her soaked clothes. Saito turned his eyes away in panic. But he snuck several peaks with laser focus.
"S-stop it! Siesta! Wait a moment! This is awkward!"
Yes, Saito's 'Stop' sounded weak, betraying his real thoughts. He was feeling the Egg's instinct and the part of his brain governing logic working in tandem harmony.
"B-but I am dripping wet… The Chief would be mad if I return like this to the room. I think I should dry my clothes off on the fire first."
Although she was usually obedient, Siesta could be bold when she decided to.
The buttons of the blouse and the hook of the skirt were unfastened in a flash. It felt good taking off wet clothes.
Siesta took off her housemaid uniform and underwear and left them to dry on the firewood, close to the fire. After that, she stepped into the hot water again. Saito with the corner of his eyes watched the submerging Siesta's legs. He had only seen Siesta's bare legs once, as they were always hidden behind the skirt most of the time. They were white and healthy. Aah, if only he could turn his face that way, he would be able to worship her entire body.
And feast on it constantly.
Fuck! So, besides Boobs, Wombs, Asses, and Faces, I'm forming a leg Fetish! Come on!
"Uwaa! It feels good! Sharing a bath this way, soaking in the hot water does feel good! It feels like taking a noble's bath. I am so jealous, but I can make it myself, right? Saito, you are really smart."
"N-not really," Saito answered, his face still turned away. It felt as if the hot water suddenly turned hotter. Next to him was a naked girl. In that sort of situation, Saito felt dazed and almost fainted.
"Please don't be so shy. I'm not shy as well."Siesta said with a shy smile on her lips. "It is all right to turn this way. Look, my breasts are hidden behind my arms… besides it's so dark that you cannot see through the water anyway, so stay calm."
Saito, feeling half-confused, half-happy, turned around.
Siesta was sitting right before Saito, submerged in the hot water. Because it was dark, you couldn't see the body behind the surface of the water. He was somewhat relieved.
Yet, Saito took a deep breath. Because even though he was calm, he felt his dick growing erect. His dark vision gradually allowing to see Siesta's bare naked body in full glory.
In the darkness, Siesta's wet black hair was glittering fascinatingly. Like dark Steel reflecting moonlight is her naked milky white body.
From a close look, one could see that Siesta was a very lovely girl. He hadn't noticed until now, but she was different from Louise or Henrietta, she was like the charm of a lovely moonflower, freely blossoming in the field. Her big dark eyes, friendly nature, and tiny nose were pretty. Combined with large perky breasts and toned and Saito was almost certain he thought she was from a high-quality eroge.
Hell, he couldn't be blamed for thinking such thoughts when he saw that her Orchid- pink nipples were already hard. What was surprising was how soft vet firm they were despite being erect.
Saito was interrupted by his lewd critique when Siesta asked a question.
"Hey, Saito, what kind of place is your country?"
"My country?" Saito asked in return while contemplating the answer.
"Yes, please tell me about it." Siesta innocently bent forward listening. When she was bending forward so much one could see, her large breast as they jiggle and float in wat-
"W-well!"Saito rambled in a panic "There's only one moon, there are no magicians, that's why they use switches to turn the light off, and they fly in the sky with planes…"
Because Saito was so incoherent, Siesta puffed her cheeks. "Stop it. One moon, no wizards, are you making fun of me? Don't look down on me just because I'm a village girl."
"I-I'm not making fun of you!" Saito defended embarrassingly. Honestly, maybe the truth was stranger than fiction.
Saito thought that even if he told her the truth it would only confuse her. After all, the only ones that knew at the moment that Saito was from a different world were Louise, Sir Osmond, and Henrietta.
"Well then, tell me the truth," Siesta said in mild seriousness. She looked up into Saito's coalescent blue eyes. Siesta's black hair and dark black eyes wistfully reminded Saito of girls from Japan. Of course, the face was different from a Japanese. However, a simple, nostalgic feeling still shot through Saito, making him flurry. And horny.
"R-right… We have different eating habits." Saito started talking about distant Japan. Starry-eyed Siesta listened attentively to his story. "Well, for we don't utensils like here. We eat our food sometimes using chopsticks…"
And Saito talked about how a standard Japanese person ate, slept, married, and had kids.
He talked about how ancient his homeland felt. How mystical their bloodline seemed to be.
He talked about the warrior and cultural ideal of the modern era, from past to present. Omitting any Western ideals this world was unprepared for.
And he talked about the country's flaws as a nation, and people. The problems and mistakes it kept making.
Yet despite them, Siesta felt Saito speak not only of contempt and exasperation towards his home but also nostalgia and love for it.
Though it might have felt like vapid talk, Siesta was eagerly catching every single word. And before they realized it, Saito and Siesta lost track of time, as he told her about his hometown.
He talked about his parent and how they're diametric, yet had harmonious love for each other.
He mentioned his Grandfather giving him bad advice toward women.
How he often helped his uncle in his research.
The times when his Great-grandmother would cheer him up when his relatives were mean to him.
While Saito talked, he didn't notice Siesta moving closer to him. With every detail, she drew closer subconsciously. Neither of them noticed the change in atmosphere. Saito because he was trying to keep bad memories from showing, while Siesta'a slave bride programming combined with her growing love and affection complied with her master's innate desire for her.
LEMON
Saito was only able to notice about 13 seconds after his and Siesta's lips touched each other but by them, it was too late. He felt his tongue entering Siesta's mouth wrestling control of the kiss while his hands were feeling her bare supple body. It astounded him to no end large firm, yet soft and bouncy Siesta's breasts were. They were as bouncy as agar jello yet lotion baby soft. Her once white pink nipples were regular from all the times they'd been teased, pulled, twisted, and pinched. Maybe it was the fact that he also tended to nibble on them in hopes of Lactation.
"Ahh, Saito" SIesta yelped as he pinch one of her nipples. He made a gentle pinch before increasing his strength. The more power he put into tormenting Siesta's tits, the more receptive she becomes to bareback sex.
As Siesta's face grow redder with lust and her Black eyes become glazed hearts and pleasure, she began her crotch onto Saito's thigh. Ever since that Night at Count Mott Manor, Siesta has felt several profound Changes in herself. She was more sensitive to the sensation of her clothes touching her body, particularly her breasts, ass, and pussy. She was assaulted with lewd fantasies and memories of all the times she and Saito had sex. She had lost count of the number of times Saito had unconsciously made her horny while she was working or in her presence. Even the worst sexual torturers would admire her willpower.
But it wasn't just her sexual appetite (That she thinks is caused by Saito) that increased. She felt her body and mind change.
Other than her boobs growing slightly bigger and her body developing a more sensual figure, she felt stronger.
She knew her family was born strong. Her father, grandfather, great-grandfather, Cousin, and even her younger siblings were blessed with great strength, stamina, durability, and resilience. She could lift heavy, large objects effortlessly if she wasn't concerned with what the other maids thought. Now, she felt her strength grow, but thankfully her control was still good.
But she felt she was losing it while she masturbated using Saito's leg on her crotch.
"Shari..to…!" She slurred in euphoria. The waiting was unbearable, especially in a tub of hot water, sweat, and her nectar. "Please."
"I can't give something to you unless you speak clearly" Saito teased with a mischievous grin. Truth be told, he was also raring to go, but he couldn't resist having a beautiful, horny girl like Siesta beg for his manhood. "I aim to please, Siesta."
As he said that in a velvety tone, he used his other hand to stimulate her clit with a pinch.
"Hmmm!" Siesta stifled a squirm of please before she replied. Saito swore to seeing her black eyes were full of dark pink hearts. "Please Saito…."
"Yes, Siesta?" Saito continued stimulating her. He wanted to ram his dick into her but needed to get her to ask for further reinforcement.
"Put it in me..." Siesta gave her consent and Saito obliged with a slow, gentle agonizing thrust. As she Saito's huge member filled. Siesta felt waves of fiery passion, a jolt of euphoria surged all over her body and straight to her brain. "Shaiiiitooo….."
Siesta didn't say much as Saito sealed her lips with a passionate kiss. His tongue dominated her mouth sending her more pleasure that all she could focus on was shaking her hips as if begging him for his hot seed. Saito himself wrapped his arms around her, this simple love. His arms around her back as he increased his steady pace before moving his tongue r down to the nape of her neck. Down to her growing breasts. As he traced his tongue on her nipple, he gently bit both her tips as he slowly alternated between increasing his bite and sucking soft pink tips. THe already hot water seemed to boil further at their private fornication.
They continue for a much longer until Saito felt his essence surge forth into Siesta sanctuary. Marking her as his bitch, sex slave, mate. His lover.
Siesta felt the climax spread throughout her as if painting her being in his color. She and Saito were so distracted in riding their sexual feast that Siesta and Saito didn't each other physical changes. Saito with his silver hair and dark purple highlights, iron gray 3 in. horns, and storm-colored eyes. While Siesta had a pair of back horns growing at the top of her grew larger and strong.
The two teens stayed in a position of embrace in order to return to their normal, human form. After some time passed, Siesta stood up covering her breasts. Saitokept his gaze at Siesta's still naked body. He had already had his fill of Siesta's snack. However, the sight of Siesta's naked body leaving the water and the droplet rolling down her body began to reignite his hunger... Without a word, Saito looked the other way, while Siesta put on her now dry clothes and bowed her head thanking him.
"Thank you. It was very fun. This bath was great, and Saito-san's story was amazing as well." Siesta said in her usual cheerful tone. All while trying to pretend that she didn't have carnal relations with to boy that she liked.
"Can I hear more next time?" Siesta asked gladly. She subconsciously gazed at Saito with half-lidden eyes and love.
Saito nodded. "Sure. Maybe you can tell me more about your life."
After that, Siesta cast her eyes down with a blush, and shyly fiddled with her fingers.
"Well, err? The talk and the bath were great, but you were the most amazing…"
"Siesta?" Saito tilted his head in curiosity.
"Could you…" Siesta whispered shyly
"What?"
"Nothing!" Siesta denied it before she ran away in tiny, nimble steps.
Such a thing happening with this girl from a foreign world felt like a joke to Saito, so he dazed off and snuggled in the big iron kettle.
However, he still couldn't stop having a satisfied smile as he gazed at the Moons.
Back in Louise's room.
After the bath, he returned to Louise's room and found Louise doing something on the bed. Once she saw Saito, she hid a book in panic. It was an old, big book. But Saito's Dark vision and intuition told him it was special. But it didn't arouse his curiosity yet.
Why? Because he could learn it later. Though, he didn't worry so much about it since she was Louise. He might not have understood even if she told him about it given her abrasive style of explanation. Besides Saito's head was filled with the sight of Siesta's body. What he saw through the gap of her hands and did to her body was firmly imprinted in Saito's mind.
Saito approached the laundry basket while shaking off worldly thoughts. He decided to start doing laundry right away because a bitchy Louise was an ugly Louise. He planned on using the remaining bath's hot water, so his fingers would not be cold. Plus, it was an efficient use of water.
However, the basket was empty.
"Louise, where's the laundry?" Saito asked curiously. Louise shook her head.
"I washed it already," Louise answered shyly
"You washed…" And then Saito saw Louise. "Huh!?" He was shocked. Louise was wearing the nylon parka that he took off and left in the room before going to take a bath. Whenever Saito went to a public bath, he always took off that nylon parka and went there wearing only his T-shirt, because, right after stepping out of the bath, his body always felt too hot.
That parka was originally a standard common DAIMAO brand athletic parka, but after months of modifications and Saito was confident it would equal the Robe of the Fire Rat in durability and repair.
Regardless of its combat capabilities, he was more curious about why his bitch master was wearing it. He looked next to the table and that yes Louis had washed and dried her laundry. Louise was probably wearing it right over her underwear. Because the sleeves were too long and the waist was too loose, it made it look like some weird dress.
"What frightening rape me!"
Oh please, at the very least it is cute more!
"Buuuuut…"TEST exaggerated. "We both know you are not above feasting on a pajama girl."
"You," Saito was exasperated and ignored the voice in his head. "Why are you wearing my best suit?!"
"Don't you mean your only suit?"
Semantics! Anyway, doesn't she have any sense of shame and reason?
"If she did, she would not have stripped in front of you."
Hearing Saito, Louise buried her mouth behind his nylon parka. Louise, whose cheeks blushed for some reason, said. "Because…after doing the laundry, I had nothing left to wear."
"Nonsense! It's full!" Saito pointed to the closet. There were a lot of Louise's clothes. Because Louise was a noble, she had many expensive dresses to choose from.
"Still, I wanted to try something else on." Louise, sitting straight on the bed, said in a sulky tone. It was the truth. Although she did not do laundry frequently, she still had some experience from watching the fervent do it. It was clear that she still needed some work, because Saito saw the clothes, though clean were folded unevenly.
"Couldn't you wear these casual clothes?" Saito took a plain dress in his hands.
"I don't want to wear something like that!" Louise whined, trying and failing to hide her embarrassment. Which was hard because Saito's clothes made me feel weird and warm for some reason.
"But these are my only clothes. Return them."Saito deadpanned.
However, Louise didn't try to take it off. On the contrary, she rolled sheets around her fingers.
"Well, it is light and fits nicely. What is it made of?" Louise wondered curiously. It was the truth. Just wearing it not made her body heat up and her lower abdomen throbbed with an unbearable euphoric itch. It gave a sense of being warm and cuddly.
Indeed. Saito had to agree that it fitted her rather nicely. Reluctantly, he decided to give up. In the room, it was not cold, even if wearing only a single T-shirt. Plus he had other ideas that he should consider.
"Nylon." Saito simply stated
"Nylon?" Louise tilted her head in confusion, ignorant of the term.
"That's a fabric from my world. It is made from oil." Saito added casually.
"Oil?" Louis was further confused. How can these clothes be made from stuff they use to cook and light fires?
"The plankton that is collected at the bottom of the sea is stored for years, and later becomes oil."
"Plankton?" Louise stared blankly at him, she looked like a child parroting Saito's words. Her expression was unreadable as half of her face was hidden behind Saito's parka. For a moment Saito thought that this Louise looked irresistibly cute.
Furthermore, Louise even washed for him. It was impossible. Saito became scared somehow. Up 'till now, such actions were unimaginable for Louise.
Don't be fooled. Tsundere bitches always resort to violence.
Her cheeks were red. Saito was concerned so he decided to check to make sure she wasn't ill and had a fever.
Louise got startled when Saito approached her. She trembled, and… turned away.
Trying not to think how she must hate this, Saito grabbed Louise's shoulders and brought his forehead close to her. Louise's body stiffened but she didn't fight and quietly closed her eyes.
Just as I thought, her body condition must be really bad, Saito thought. Maybe I should lower the dosage a bit.
"It seems you have a fever," Said stated. Analytically. The cold, emotionless tone was both frightening and surprisingly arousing.
When Saito pulled his forehead away from hers, Louise for some reason clenched her fist in tightly.
"What is it?" he asked, as Louise turned away from him and after some quiet rustling snuggled under the covers.
"Hey," Saito poked.
"Sleep," Louise answered and became silent again.
Wow, the fever must have eased up, Saito thought as he crawled into his pile of hay. The drugs are working well at least even at a lowered dosage..
"It may be wrong to use drugs and mind control, but she kidnapped you first."
The wonderful beauty of isekai. Modern and personal morals go to the toilet.
It was quiet for a moment and then a pillow flew at him.
"What the…?" Saito asked.
"Bring back the pillow I just threw." Louise's sulky voice was heard. "Didn't I tell you to sleep in the bed from now on? Idiot."
He just couldn't understand Louise's mood, whether it was gentle or saucy as usual.
What does it matter?, Saito thought as he slipped into Louise's bed. SHe's not really in love with me. She's just a brainwashed sex doll.
Though Louise was stirring restlessly in her bed, she soon quieted down.
Now, he could think about how the day passed. Otto's agenda. The next experiments. But that can wait. Now, his head was filled with Siesta. Siesta's parting words were repeated in his head again.
Siesta certainly said, "But you were the most amazing one…".
Was it a confession? No, was she making fun? That's not so. Am I popular? He wasn't popular either. Neither his father's family nor his mother's accepted him. He also doubted he would be popular here. It seemed even if he was handsome they would too stupid and shallow to be interested. The only one who showed interest was Kirche, but it was surely because I am convenient.
Tabitha is an excellent company, but she was coerced…
Louise… Nah She's still a bitch…
Aah, but, Siesta was cute. Although Louise was cute, and Tabitha was cute too, Siesta had a completely different allure.
Naive, simple, but honest. Unlike Kirche, she looked wonderful when taking her clothes off. Ghaah. That's right. Nice... Damn. Beaten. I'm beaten. I might need to fap more.
For something that he hadn't considered much until that moment, the impact was huge. Fascinated by the girl, Saito started to think of ways to return to earth.
He would find it surely, even if he hadn't even the slightest clue how.
Then, feeling dizzy, he started thinking about Louise. He could not be sure if he loved Louise. But, because Louise is a noble she would never think of me that way. Besides, I decided to protect her. This way I wouldn't be that far from a lover. Albeit, a sex doll kind.
Still, to be lovers one would need to sway a girl… No, even Siesta might be only having fun. Aah, I guess that's how it is. Still, It would be beautiful to have a small love.
Becoming sleepy while thinking about various things, Saito fell into the happy sensations of the dream world.
Unknown to Saito, TEST, the illusion of Hiraga Ryuushi, Stayed present. Only flickering and fading into particles as Saito's brain achieve REM sleep.
"Even now, the wounds of back then haven't fully healed." TEST comment as his heuristic algorithm began calculating the next course of action for his hosts growth.
"So, many gifts. And so many curse. The kid ought to be called God damn hero for all this."
With that thought TEST's body faded into light particles. Even though only Saito should be able to see him, the program couldn't help but admire the theatricality of his disappearance.
"Those ancient eggheads must have something to program this effect" TEST looked at the room's widow before smirking. "We better prepare, kid things are going to be so much more interesting."
TEST thought that before dissapitating.
...
Outside Louise's room window, Tabitha's Sylphid was floating. On top of which, as usual, Kirche's and Tabitha's figures were sitting. Tabitha was reading a book in the moonlight, barely ignoring the strong instinct in her body. Kirche was staring into Louise's room from the crevice of the window.
"After all, it is not looking good."Kirche snorted in disdain. She remembered the blush on Louise's face as she cuddled with Saito on the back of the dragon, returning from Albion. Louise seemed to not be her usual self.
"He doesn't treat me seriously?" Kirche complained. "Every time I approach him, I get rejected, it makes me worried against my will."
Until now, no man would refuse to court her. It was Kirche's pride. Truly, Kirche felt forgotten like an inconvenient thing.
She was irritated. A little while ago, he even bathed and became intimate with a commoner's daughter. She was ignored and two-timed. Kirche's pride was shaken. She was defeated by Louise, a commoner girl defeated her. Her pride as the 'Ardent' is tram[led. She had to plunder Saito from Louise, by any means possible. Snatching away La Valliere's lovers was an old Zerbst tradition.
"Yes, though plotting isn't my specialty, I can still think of some strategy. Right, Tabitha?" Kirche stated with confidence in this thought.
Tabitha shut a book and pointed at Kirche. She said one word.
"Jealousy."
Kirche blushed. And then she shook her head at Tabitha's words.
"D-don't say that! I'm not jealous! I cannot feel jealousy! A game! This is just a game of love!"
Nevertheless, Tabitha was not convinced. She instead corrected herself.
"Not Jealousy, but Envy."
"Excuse me?," Kirche asked with a growing tick mark. She had forgotten how despite being taciturn, her best friend was also a bit of a smartmouth. So she had to understand her reasoning. "How is that any different?"
Tabitha gazed into KIrche's scorch brown-red eyes and answered in a quiet logical tone. "YOu are not jealous of Louise for having Saito's attention. YOu are envious of the fact that a man that rejected you seemed to give his attention to those beneath you."
As Tabitha continued she moved and kept her gaze at the pair through the window, particularly on the black-haired boywho was sleeping. "Your flame may engulf others in passionate warmth, but it cannot and should not be used to destroy bonds."
Hearing this Kirche stared at Tabitha's face and her intuition told her there was more to her friend's statement than meets the eye. She turned her gaze back at Louise's room and sighed.
"You're right. I don't agree with it, but you're right." Kirche relented. It would truly be a hassle to make her plans before she could get her to resolve steady. "How about we go back to sleep and watch them in the morning?"
"Umph." Tabitha nodded her head. The two friend head back down to get ready for bed. Unbeknownst to Kirche, Tabitha stole a glance at Louise's window with a calm expression.
And an unconsciously tightened fist.
Meanwhile… Late at night in Albion…
"It's Rather fortunate we get to do the dayshift with extra pay." A young portly, brown-haired man in Knight guard armor commented before taking a swig of his lager. "Still it really is a shame most of what we are doing is just clean up."
He sounded a bit sad while gazing at his half-empty mug, before gesturing to the Barmaid for a refill. "Couldn't we at least do more to help out?"
"We've been through this before, Danny," a second voice commented slightly older and more serious. "We serve the people, the Order, and the Crown in that order. Our job stays the same. We just work for newer, and personally more incompetent masters now."
"Yeah, you're right," Danny reluctantly agreed as he watched his Partner meticulously cut his Chicken strips into smaller bites and dipped them in a blue sauce. "How in Founder's name did you get Bobert to hook you with Caelum Ketchup for free?"
"I paid my tab on time and try to be a model customer," the partner answered casually before dipping the breaded fowl. "That and Bobert is a loyal source of gossip."
"Truth, Nick." Danny agreed with some respect for his partner's professionalism. It had been years since they became partners in the Order and Danny felt they complemented each other well. Nick got him focused, while he helped Nick connect and have fun. They had some nice cases that were tragic, but also many that were action-packed and funny. Sure they were small-time knights and not members of the Royal Guard or Rebel Army, but they were the best in their peaceful village.
Danny felt like this new reassignment would boost both their careers. Nick was the best Knight he knew and although he was an utter fuck-up. Danny was a very decent in combat, magic, and conversationalist.
But he was beginning to feel like those thoughts were delusional. "Did Bob say anything?"
"Unfortunately, he couldn't get any relevant gossip from the Higher-ups," Nicked answered as his ice blue eye gazed directly at his cut-up chicken, while his peripheral vision scanned their surroundings. "He did manage to get several rumors from their subordinates. But they all seem improbable."
"Ooh, I love gossip," Danny joked and his buttery brown see to mimic the star. "What are these so-called rumors?"
NIck ate his chicken strip before continuing. "Just the usual. "The royal bloodline is not dead."; "Gallia and Romalia ae backing Cromwell"; "The Civil War is not over" ; "Crown prince Wales was revived with Necromancy."
At the last gossip, Nick voice was quiet and ice cold. He expression though stoic, bellied a seething rage and fear for their lives and the lives of the citizens.
"You can't serious," Danny said in quiet surprise, already losing his appetite. "Didn't Wales die when Wardes stabbed him in the heart?"
"He did die, but apparently, far away eye witnesses saw Cromwell using magic to revive Wale and mind control him to obedience." Nicked responded before drinking his cranberry juice. "I suspect that our new 'Emperor' is merely using an artifact to control Wales' body and use it as a political Aegis against his critics. And by state of Londonium, Things are about to get worse."
"Are you sure what we are doing is right," Danny said with trepidation. "I'm all for trying to find someone and bring them home, but why do get the feeling we're being used to kidnap someone?"
"Brcause we are," Nick answered flatly. "We were ordered to investigate teh royal family and find out any dark secret that could be ued to enable the Reconquitsa a tighter grip on the Kingdom. It may be wrong, but it is the law. Ad we as the law must abide to it."
"Yeah, your right. But don't have to like it," Danny said reluctantly. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but the alternative would be worse. The two knight finished their meal in peace before get upp to pay the bill. WHen Danny was about to get his pouch, Nick stopped him.
"Allow me." Nick then took out the cst of their meal along with a generous tip.
"Thanks," Danny said as the duo walked out of their favorite bar and back to patrolling the city.
"NO problem," NIck replied as they went on patrol. A few moment on patrol and Nick spoke. "If you are that about the moral issues of the tasks, don't." He then took out a roll of parchment to look at the tasks and shook his he before giving the scroll to Danny. "The assignments are so impossible, that we can complain Bridger for a pay raise and return to Sanphort in three months tops. That, or he give a ridiculous sum on money for investigation and "research"."
"Oooh, I got you." Danny nodded cheerfully in agreement. He knew both he and Nick were not corrupt, but that didn't stop them from using the funds the Ordder gave them for indirect improvement. Taking the Scroll Danny read through its contents before frowning. "This is Bolloks! Forget the unethical. We would have more chances finding an elf in the forest."
"Exactly, and if we must complete it we can always ask for clarity."
"Fuck, well at least she'll be safe from us." Danny state optimistically as he join his partner as dawn approached, confident in at least failing the bad parts of their Mission.
After all why would a dead man want to order a hit on two individual that were already dead.
End Chapter
Well it was a breather and I manage to put some plot. If you are new or forget remember I do not complete deviate from cannon. Some things must occur and happen otherwise it gets too complicated. On the other hand something need to change so that it would be better. Example. Infinite Stratos to me would be better if Ichika had a Fraction of Rance's playboy rapist tendencies. As much as I want to make a fanfic on that route I can't because I don't have access to the volumes. Does anyone know where I can find all the translate volume for free? I study what I like before making the story. Plus it shows my own belief in keeping what works and adding my touch. Regard less, this chapter was shoter due to me desiring give you an update. Do you guy want long chapter of short but frequent? Because they'll get longer and be longer. Rwby was suppose to be here, but I'd rather CRWBY take as much time to iron out the kinks. Hope this chapter was not too disappointing. Later.