A/n: Hello guys Psychojack here with another chapter of Holy Nail Wars. Now I know you probably want my head. This chapter you will see who nails who. First two chapters are for buildup now time for some much needed hot blooded execution. Here we go!
--Velune Residence: Morning--
Honda was currently placing a white headband on his head in his room looking at himself in his bedroom mirror he hung near his closet. Normally he would use this portable mirror right before his show as Honda the Warlock, though now he is gearing up to care for Idores' household. Some would say his life took a turn downhill but, rise or shine…
Honda clapped his cheeks together and with a grin and a graceful yet dramatic flair.
"It's showtime!" Honda said to himself, psyching himself for the day.
"No, it's time for work." A voice said behind his room door, the factual way it was said was a clear indicator that it was Stria, who clearly heard Honda and killed his mojo in one sentence.
Honda sweat dropped. He whispered to himself "Yeesh, don't people ever knock."
Stria was heard behind the door. "Sometimes, it depends on the value or social status of the guest, yet as memory serves, you are an employee."
Honda sweated more. 'Which means I have none.' He sulked.
(Montage)
--Velune Residence: Kitchen--
Honda went into the kitchen with Stria who led him there. It was quite big in all honesty, as it was designed with the intent of having multiple chefs working here. Metallic cabinets, ovenware, this place was practically like that of a 5 star restaurant. There was only one particular problem.
The place was a mess. There were all sorts of grotesque food bits everywhere. Green muck leaked out of ovens, and all forms of grease stains filled the floors. There was rotten food in the sink as well. You even had a live squid hanging from the ceiling lamp armed with a kitchen knife in one tentacle. It was a tidal wave of culinary disaster.
Honda's eyes were shadowed as he just couldn't believe that a manor like this would have a kitchen so vile. It was as if no one even thought to clean.
"I would clean myself but after trying to cook, I fear what would happen if I did…"
Stria said blankly, it was hard to determine the sincerity of her statement given her seemingly uncaring demeanor.
Honda looked towards her. 'She sucks at cooking this bad!'
--Velune residence: Artifact Warehouse--
Honda was currently with feather duster in hand, smacking away the lint's, cobwebs and less than savory rat droppings that have piled up here. Surprisingly none of the artifacts were drenched in this filth. He didn't have a mask as the only dust mask in this entire house was currently…
"ACHOO!"
Honda looked back.
Stria was there with a dusk mask and yellow cleaning gloves. She wasn't doing anything to help out, in fact she seemed rather content to just watch him work.
"I fear I may have caught something. Do you have a napkin?" Stria said casually before sniffing.
Honda looked at her as if she were a moron, teeth clenched but holding it in. 'Seriously?' He asked himself before handing her his napkin. Unfortunately without him knowing it was the last napkin he had to clean the last of the dust here, he then sneezed.
Stria backed away instantaneously. "You do realize bacteria is contagious. And why aren't you wearing a mask?"
Honda looked at her. "Really?"
--Velune Residence: Rooftop--
Honda could be seen cleaning muck out of the rooftops which considering how classical this place looked, meant one false move and he may be sued for property damage due to the many tiles on the roof. Cleaning the edges was trouble enough. But when you see the bird droppings, one would have to wonder if birds were more mischievous a species than anyone would ever know.
"Make sure to clean everything." Stria can be heard from downstairs. Currently she was sitting on a lounge chair with a Knight Girl manga in her left hand, her posture was relaxed as her eyes were aimed more towards the pages in front of her than Honda. She held a glass of lemonade in her right hand as she took a sip.
"Everything!?" Honda yelled. He looked back at the bird droppings, some birds having a go even as he spoke.
He looked downwards towards Stria.
Stria was seen napping, the book covering her eyes as she softly snored.
Honda now knew as to why he was probably hired. 'She's a lazy bum!'
Honda sneezed again, nearly falling off the rooftop.
(Montage end)
--Velune Residence: Living Room--
Stria was currently slouching back, seemingly bored on the couch with her head resting on her left hand. Her feet were propped on top of the coffee table, her right hand casually flicked the remote changing channels.
Honda entered the room, a tad exhausted from all the heavy duty cleaning he had to endure. He limply dragged his feet towards the couch as he sat slowly. A long moan of fatigue came out of his throat as he sat on the right side of the couch, his head leaning back as he took a breather.
Stria stopped changing channels to look towards Honda. Honda could feel her eyes on him. He drawled out "It's all clean…"
Stria looked towards him still. She looked analytical.
Honda was slowly edging towards a nap. Being that it was still sunset, he didn't wish to succumb to his slumber, in case there was anything else to clean or fix.
Stria thought back to what Idores told her
--Flashback: Chapter 2--
"...The contract will be completed tonight when he sleeps whilst I go to assist Deacon in the war effort. Besides, I grow tired of playing fangirl. You will remain here to keep him occupied until the ritual is complete."
"...The contract spell for this can only be used once, considering how much prana is needed. Do whatever it takes to see to it that he sleeps tonight in this residence.
--Flashback end--
Stria contemplated 'Whatever it takes…'
The very statement to Stria, given the clear desperation of Idores to make this ritual work, can only be interpreted as free reign to do whatever she felt necessary to make sure Honda slept this night. This was why she had Honda clean so much of the manor in such a short span of time, to tire him out. The other part in all honesty was because she didn't really want to clean. Honda was also a talkative sort, there's no way Stria could keep him here comfortable on a social level.
--Flashback: Chapter 2--
"You've actually seen his shows, have him do tricks for all I care!"
--Flashback end--
Stria thought back to that specific statement. Before Honda was picked up, Stria had to spend time looking for specific candidates for the ritual. She wasn't explicitly told what for but she carried out her orders. At the time it was simply to find someone no one would miss.
In those days, she had found Honda when randomly spotting him in the middle of one of his performances, garbed in black, seeming extravagant and almost bigger than life at times. At the time he was only the Warlock. That one day led to many weekly show viewings, gaining bits of his identity as her interest grew and reporting the matched criteria to Idores'.
Now here that mysterious person was, now known to her by name. The strange figure of Honda the Warlock was someone she knew quite a lot about. As a young homunculus, she was admittingly curious about this individual. After all, besides Idores, this perfect stranger is known to her the most.
"Are you tired?" Stria asked Honda. He seems like a simple man, very transparent unlike his reputation as the being that was the Warlock. Simply asking him will probably be met with an honest answer.
Honda shook his head left to right in the negative. "Nah, just need a good minute to breathe, when you do as many shows as I have you need to have enough strength, speed and endurance for when the cops come."
Stria's left eyebrow raised in confusion. She didn't necessarily know about all the laws or legalities of society considering how many there were.
"Why would cops chase you? You are not performing real magic." Stria asked in genuine interest.
Honda looked towards her a tad refreshed. "No but it's not like I paid for a permit to have my little side of the business. I couldn't afford it anyway so my shows had to be done guerilla style."
Stria answered back. "Why risk it? Logically speaking the repercussions outweigh the benefits."
Honda sweat dropped. He scratched his right cheek nervously. "To be honest it was just to keep paying rent, nothing more. At first when I started it was just a quick gimmick to buy me some dumplings I was craving for, next thing I know I'm hosting a show several times a week during rush hour or club night, as if it were a real job. Made me more money than an actual one for a time, strange enough. Unfortunately after a bit of a dry spell, I just couldn't afford the rent."
Stria's curiosity grew. Since her master was a real magus she as a homunculus couldn't fathom as to why anyone would pay for the viewing of a fake one. She may have seen some of Honda's performances but she never delved into the innermost reasons as to why humans would. For her it was simply data collecting. Since he is yet to tire himself, and she is curious, having him perform a few tricks to pass the time may both exhaust him further and satiate her own interest.
"Show me." Stria asked plainly.
Honda looked at her "What?"
"Show me a trick. I would like to see." Stria asked.
Honda beamed at the request. If there's anything he loved more it was entertaining an audience. He cleared his throat before speaking in his warlock voice, well refined, deep and eloquent.
"Well then since I have an audience. Allow me to regale you with a glimpse of infinite possibilities."
He pulled from his right pocket a deck of cards. Only these cards seemed metallic given the grayish reflective sheen. They were of pristine condition and customized to suit Honda since they were etched in red and black accents much like his outfit with gold trim on the edges. The king, queen and jack were that of mythical beings not normally seen on your average poker cards. Stria's head slowly came off her hand as she paid attention, the cards alone looked too shiny to ignore. It was also a trick she had yet to have seen.
Honda showed her the deck. "Pick a card my dear!" Stria did not understand why the need to change his voice without his mask though she found herself following the instruction rather quickly. His charisma certainly maintained her interest. She chose a jack of spades. The image was that of a lady with white hair and engulfed in feathers. Her eyes were closed with a lovely smile, eyes closed in harmony. The lady reminded her of herself.
Honda continued. Shuffling the deck quickly in a way that it was near impossible for him to guess right. Stria was transfixed, watching as the cards were flipped to and fro. Why? She didn't know but whatever he was going to do made her watch in anticipation.
Before she saw from afar, now here she was an active audience and participant to one of Honda's tricks. It's obviously no real magic yet she couldn't help but contemplate how exactly Honda would know which card would be the one she chose with how he was shuffling. She herself had already lost track of her own card and as a homunculus her eyes were much keener than most. Without optical magic to see through the cards he was at a disadvantage. In fact all the burden was on him.
"Now please watch as the card you have chosen will take flight in heaven's embrace."
He laid the deck flat on the coffee table. Stria looked to the deck then to Honda then to the deck. What was going to happen?
A card slipped itself out of the deck, it was the jack she had chosen, the jack of spades with the white haired angel. Not only that, it rose and stood horizontally and quite literally strutted as if walking towards Stria, eventually lifting itself off the table towards her. Stria raised her hand to touch it, as she did so she felt the sheen of the card. It was extremely cool to the touch and looked almost like a magic relic in itself given the fine craftsmanship. When she let go of the card it shook in place then flicked turning itself into a jester card of the Warlock himself, hands outstretched with smoke emanating from his hands in the image. It then turned back to the jack of spades card before floating down towards the coffee table perpendicular to the rest of this abnormal deck.
Stria simply stared transfixed at the card. During the whole fiasco she was skeptical of Honda's reputation as a magician. In fact, to be honest Stria found it strange for a non-magus to even attempt magic. In this day and age magic among humans is a dying art. Even as he performed she couldn't see nor find any loopholes, or flaws in the simple and yet eye catching trick. He made it look convincing even to beings such as herself, where magic is the norm. Was it the execution, what was the secret behind the transforming dancing card without magical influence? How exactly did he do it?
Honda smirked as Stria took the card in her hand again, clearly trying to figure out the trick. A job well done considering that she worked for a magic artifact collector.
"I see that someone is impressed." He said in a knowing manner. Stria's focus broke towards him, a faint blush on her face. Normally she was composed with many things, but for some reason the small performance left her wanting more.
"I wouldn't say impressed but curious. What is the trick behind it?" Stria looked back to the card.
"Part of the trick is that you want to believe." Honda said.
Stria looked back to Honda. "Believe?"
Honda nodded "It's psychological. You want to believe the world is more than what you know already. Beyond the limits of your own reality."
The card was put back on the deck as Honda collected his deck placed back in his pocket.
"And considering your reaction, you must really want to see more than what you know." He grinned. before lounging back and yawning.
Stria's face analyzed Honda again. She was...impressed to say the least. His yawn, however, reminded her of her job. The whole performance had completely distracted her from the task at hand. He needs to fall asleep for the night so the grail war can begin.
"You seem exhausted." Stria said.
Honda, whose eyes were closed, smiled and responded. "Just need a solid minute and I'll be good as new." He was actually falling to sleep, but Stria who wasn't necessarily the most socially aware of people took this in a literal way, completely ignoring his body language and droopy eyes.
'Idores will not be pleased at this rate.' Stria thought to herself. She looked back outside noticing the deep orange glow of sunsets' end.
'I must act now. How do I make Honda fall asleep?'
There she saw something that caught her eye, on the television a woman was resting a man's head on her lap in a lap pillow position. The woman was massaging the man's head while he rested. Stria figured that this was the most immediate way of making Honda sleep, after all he was a man and lap pillows are a man's dream, at least according to the Knight Girl manga she read earlier.
Stria raised her hands towards Honda's shoulders and dragged him towards her lap. Honda was half dazed when she did so. "Hey woah!" He immediately woke up from the shock of almost falling while half asleep. He was now laid on something soft, specifically Stria's lap. Looking upwards with the light fogging up his vision, he saw Stria who under this lighting seemed almost angelic with her eyes focused on him intensely, not knowing her real reason for putting him in this position.
"S-Stria?" Honda stammered. This was unusual, really unusual. He wasn't sure how to make sense of this current predicament.
"Relax, it's okay." Stria whispered. He couldn't help but remain silent as he watched her massage his head with her left hand. Her right hand rested on his chest slowly feeling out his heartbeat, which was currently pumping rapidly.
"This isn't...right. We just met." Honda whispered. He was shocked to say the least. Throughout the whole day he spent with Stria he didn't get the vibe of her being the flirty type. In fact he thought she kind of disliked him, devoted to simply serving Idores.
Her black tank top barely concealed her mammaries as they pressed against Honda's right cheek. Her thighs which were currently covered in those punkish faded black jeans were supple and served as warmth for his head.
Stria, during Honda's admiration of her, analyzed his features more closely. Seeing him in this position was...strange. The moment he made contact with her lap her pulse had unexpectedly quickened. Seeing Honda the Warlock up close like this made her hands feel...sweaty, almost shaking even. She wasn't sure why but the closeness made her feel light headed. Her face had reddened without her knowledge as this person she watched for quite some time is now in her arms like this. Truly strange indeed.
Unfortunately he still has yet to sleep. His reaction was the exact opposite of the one on screen. Unlike the relaxed look on the man on the television, Honda seemed alert, and less likely to rest. Maybe she overlooked something.
Stria looked back at the television. The same channel had shown the woman kissing the man while he was on her lap.
'I wonder if this is what they call a goodnight kiss?' she thought to herself.
At that Stria began to feel strangely anxious. Her face felt hotter, with her breath coming out a tad more rapidly. She wasn't sure what was going on. Looking for answers she looked at Honda to ask. Right when she could her mind blanked out, nothing could be thought out. There was only her and Honda. Her arms caressing his face and torso, his face against her bosom. Her eyes wouldn't leave his face, or those...captivating blue eyes of his.
The homunculus simply brought her head closer to his.
"Wait Stria, I'm sorry, I don't want to lose my job, what about Idores!?" Honda tried to stop her before temptation kicked in.
Stria seemed to have finally given the faintest hint of what he hasn't seen yet. A smile, her lips faintly curved upward as she looked towards him. A slight reddening of her pale cheeks as her slightly messy shoulder length hair curtained over her.
"It's okay, like I said before, my body belongs to Idores, as does yours." Stria said slowly as she got closer to his face. She seemed to be in a trance. Her left hand under Honda's head pulled him to her while her right hand caressed his torso.
Honda was sweating bullets. This is too much, too alluring, too good to be true. Stria turned his cheek towards her. "And Idores ordered me to...Keep. You. Occupied."
Honda looked baffled. "Wait what!?"
Stria pressed her lips on Honda. It was a deep sensual kiss, one that could take your breath away. Her lips were moist and felt cold upon his under the light of the sunset glaring through the side window. Honda was contemplating her earlier statement.
'Is that what Idores really said? To do THIS!?' Honda was currently lip locked with Stria whose vice grip on his head kept him confined to her lap as she smooched him. Is that the real intention behind his rapid hire. Maybe they were just looking for a stay in man to satiate their desires. Are these women just lonely perverts? Many thoughts went through his head. Maybe Stria wanted this ever since the whole bathroom staredown they had when he was first introduced to the manor. He's not sure but considering his current financial position he wasn't supposed to do this. He wasn't supposed to but dammit all to hell he couldn't take it anymore!
LEMON WARNING!
Honda pulled Stria into the kiss, with his left hand pulling the back of her head downward, deepening their oral link. Stria felt her heartbeat begin increasing as her face flushed. A sudden warmth began spreading throughout her body. She pressed her lips against Honda's in stride. His lips were the only cool thing that she could taste. Honda had increased kissing with fervor. Though she was a homunculus she still felt the instinct to keep kissing deeper after first contact, to keep escalating in passion. It was as if she wanted to drag this out when it should be quick. She didn't know the reason why but she wanted more. It was as Idores commanded.
Their lips smacked loudly across the living room. The two house servants were engrossed in the union of their lips, slowly deepening it to the point neither would separate. Both simply craved to take the other's breath away.
Honda raised himself from Stria's lap, immediately on his knees on the couch to get back to Stria's captivating lips, causing the remote to fall to the floor. Stria was a tad surprised from how fast he was yet before she knew it Honda was back on her, lip locked and leaning her against the left couch armrest. Stria held him by his sides while caught by his dominance.
Since Stria currently needed Honda put to rest, she sprung on her own knees still tonsil locked with Honda, competing with him while her arms were wrapped around his neck. Honda's arms wrapped around her waist before they tumbled onto the right couch armrest, Stria atop him though not any less enthusiastic. Her heat didn't stop either; it grew like an inferno.
Instinctually, she wanted his clothes out of the way. She reached for his white shirt and slid it over his head while still snogging him, leaving little for air as she was too caught up in his lips.
Honda raised himself upward, Stria on his lap before he began kissing Stria's neck in earnest, slipping her black tank top upwards. Her insides felt burning, she felt slight perspiration on her skin, but since Honda has not let up, the heat could only keep increasing.
Stria aided in slipping her shirt over her head. Her round breasts on full display. The porcelain-like skin almost glowed even in this light, two little pink nubs served as her nipples. Honda found them both exotic and wonderful as he began kissing her right nipple with his left arm wrapped around Stria.
The albino gasped out. This was a completely new sensation. Though she was a homunculus, she has yet to be exposed to matters of the flesh. Her existence was merely as a house homunculus for Idores, restricted to manual tasks or driving at her behest. But with Honda's suckling of her breasts and wet kissing thus far, Stria's initial reasoning for doing this was immediately forgotten in favor of personal carnal bliss.
Honda shifted Stria away from him. Before she could protest she noticed him unbuttoning his pants, hurriedly so that he could get back to reaching his desire.
Following his example, Stria unzipped her pants too, revealing toned pale thighs smooth and silk like, almost shining under this lighting. She tossed them to the side while crawling towards him on the couch.
Honda and her were both in the buck. They met again in their conjoined tongues. Stria shoved him back down and reclaimed his lips, her right hand on his chest whilst her left hand reached down. She shifted her hips while aligning him to her most sensitive area. Strange, Stria wasn't sure where this knowledge was coming from. Her eyes closed as she was distracted by the frenching, Honda's tongue wrapping around hers and sucked. She felt like she wanted more, that she NEEDED more.
"Mmmmmmph." Stria moaned in his mouth.
Honda felt his shaft prod Stria's entrance. Though at present he was in a lustful haze a bit of self control slipped through. He pulled himself from Stria's lips, a string of saliva connecting them as his hands held her by her hips.
"Wait! We're doing this raw!?" Honda asked his own cheeks inflamed from the escalation of this escapade.
Stria recaught his lips, her tongue now dominating Honda's as she slipped him inside of her, uncaring for his protest. The duo paused, their senses overloaded at their intertwined privates. For Stria it was smelting hot, yet filling. For Honda it was tight and yet smooth. There was no need to stimulate her as her insides were wet with intense arousal.
Honda and Stria were so caught up at the jolt of their crotches connecting they had disconnected their lips, silent gasps emanating from their throats, eyes closed.
After a few seconds their eyes connected. Their hearts were pounding. Neither could speak, only breath a tad harshly while staring at each other. Stria shoved her tongue back in Honda's mouth, the warlock and the homunculus both closing their eyes. Stria's left arm held the back of Honda's head in their oral reunion. Her right hand held his torso. Honda's right arm wrapped around Stria's head bringing her down to him. His left hand held her hips, which slowly began rising and lowering. Honda's legs arched upwards to also match his hip thrusts as the two etched closer to the grand finale.
Stria's porcelain hips rose and flopped against Honda's crotch in a steadily faster and harder pace. Nothing else mattered for the two as their hearts hammered against their chests. Her mammaries pancaked against his chest, both refusing to detach their lips for air. They needed air, yet neither cared for that bare necessity, settling for moaning into each other's mouths.
Their bodies were drenched in sweat. Their hips sped up in more hard thrusts. Honda began to feel the twitching in his shaft. He was about to erupt.
Wait! He was about to finish!
"Stria! I'm about to ugh! I need to pull out!" Honda gasped out his breath haphazard as he had little air from the deep snogging he detached from.
Stria didn't know what he was trying to say. His need to pull out would go against her command and thus she responded in the negative. Her moaning prevented her from controlling her voice.
"No! Just...keep...GOING!!!!" she gasped out, her insides had clenched around Honda as she slipped into orgasm, preventing him from pulling out in time. She pressed her hips harder in her release. Her moan was airy, as the cascading waves of her climax rippled through body, sapping all strength or willpower to stop.
Honda instinctually held Stria tight as he came. Her head over his left shoulder as they groaned their release. Honda thrusted a few times as all restraint slipped out of him. Stria twitched against him holding Honda with her arms around his head as she closed her eyes tight. She felt the tides of Honda's release enter her, her hips refusing to unsheathe him as he spasmed the last of his batter.
LEMON END
Honda and Stria laid there, gasping for breath in their climax. It was pin drop silent save for the sounds of their pleasure filled breathing. Stria relaxed against Honda who in turn held Stria to him, still buried at the hip. The pleasure was too tremendous as his vision was currently blurry.
"Oh my god... you're something else..." Honda wheezed out.
Stria turned towards Honda, she was pretty much in the same condition. Honda's breathing was a stark sign of fatigue. Stria kissed him, slowly this time as he returned the kisses. Honda just couldn't believe what just happened. Stria was so caught up in pleasure she had completely forgotten what she set out to do. She didn't know what possessed her throughout the whole ordeal, there were no words for it, it just happened. With clarity on her mind she couldn't help but finally remember her masters' original orders.
"*Gasp* Are you...tired yet?" Stria whispered, nuzzling him while sweat etched on her face giving her a reflective sheen on her face.
Honda could be heard breathing a few seconds, his eyes closed, reeling from this development. He cracked his eyes open, and looked towards Stria, who was currently kissing and licking his neck. He pulled her in for a few more smooches.
"After all that, I can go all day!" He rasped out, conveying his clear interest in more.
Stria pulled away from Honda. Her eyes half lidded and eyebrows slightly furrowed in obvious irritation. To put it simply, she pouted.
"What?" Honda asked, chuckling at the look on her face.
Stria had immediately disconnected from Honda, lifted herself off the couch and began walking away, leaving her clothes behind.
"S-Stria what's wrong?" Honda reached for her, unsure as to what made Stria clearly upset.
Stria had already briskly walked off heading to her room by the look of things.
Honda was there on the couch, a tad shocked from her attitude considering a second ago they just had some steamy lovemaking.
'What did I do wrong? Was it that I didn't pull out in time?' He stood there for a few seconds.
"Shit!" He smacked his forehead. During that whole fiasco he didn't use any protection. Maybe she was mad from the potential after effects of such a risky endeavor. Even though she completely came onto him, that probably was not part of what she wanted.
Honda was in thought for about a good two minutes. Feeling a tad guilty he decided to go to Stria to at least apologize. He doesn't really need to make enemies at this point of his life, especially with the people who took him in when no one else would. He got up and put his boxers on. The rest of the clothes didn't matter, he needed to talk to the enraged chauffeur now.
He got up and walked down the hallway. Past his bedroom he could see the servant quarter room left open. A lamp light shone through as night had now come. The orange glow of sunset had finally faded in favor of the growing bluish hue of night.
He was nervous but Honda had to take responsibility. He looked inside the room to see Stria with a phone against her naked chest. Her room was quite simple with a bed, a table stand, a makeup mirror with cabinets and a stack of magazines, comics and manga littered here and there. What was she doing before he came in?
"H-hey Stria I wanted to apologize for whatever I did."
Stria looked at him curiously. "Apologize, for what?"
Honda let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I thought you were mad at me for...what we did. You know, for not pulling out..." He looked around nervously as he spoke.
Stria's eyebrows raised. "I wasn't angry with you. I only realized that I am incapable of keeping you occupied."
Honda's eyes widened "Oh!"
He looked to the side. 'I guess it was a safe day?' He then thought about her last statement about her being incapable.
"Wait, incapable, what are you talking about? You were amazing! Let's get that straight!"
Stria seemed to blush at this looking to the side not really sure how to process the blatant honesty from Honda.
"It was...a first for me." Stria mumbled.
Honda blushed. The way she had acted certainly didn't seem to suggest that Stria was a virgin, in fact he thought she would be disappointed in his performance.
Honda cleared his throat, catching Stria's attention. "Me too…" He blushed at the admittance. Stria's blush had increased, her eyes seemed not to leave him in an indistinguishable glint, her pupils seemed bigger in fact.
"Regardless...I am not confident in my abilities to put you to sleep with my current level of experience, so I went ahead and called for an escort."
Honda's eyes twitched "Say what?"
A loud slam sound echoed in the room.
A magazine fell on the tabletop near Stria. On the cover was a phone number with alluring women dressed in fantastical outfits, some were knight girls, some were ninjas, cosplay girls etc. The cover was pink and seemed more like a comic convention pamphlet than an escort service.
"When she arrives you'll have no choice but to sleep. I suggest you prepare in the next hour." Stria said as though it were a threat, her red eyes piercing.
Honda looked wide eyed from the pamphlet to Stria. One thing was for sure, this girl next to him was an extremely kinky woman. He was extremely turned on by Stria yet this present development complicated an already crazy situation. It was a tad much considering they just met, and already made the camel with two backs, all while Idores was away. As far as he was concerned this now non-virgin albino might be a sexual deviant. A very sexy one but a deviant nonetheless.
--Fuyuki City--
The night sky could be seen enrapturing the building in a cool blue. Moonlight could be seen emanating within the clouds. This night unlike many nights before would be one that would turn the tides of destiny.
Multiple glows could be seen throughout the city if one were high in the city's many skyscrapers. These glows were small pillars compared to the city, but their sight though nothing but for a few seconds was an indicator of the times to come.
--Outside Velune Residence--
A glowing pillar appeared on the doorstep of the Velune residence. It was a bluish glow, small flickers of magic escaping the pillar, revealing a silhouette within. The silhouette when revealed seemed to wear metallic plate boots that clanged as this individual's features were forged into existence.
--Velune residence Honda's Room--
Honda was shaking, holding the escort service pamphlet in his hand and a phone in the other. He had to know what exactly were the details of this escort that would be visiting the residence of his employer.
This was supposed to be a simple housekeeping job. Now the more he remains the more strange things are getting. What exactly is expected of him here? Was he hired as a clean up guy or a sex toy? Now escorts are getting involved!
For one this escort service was clearly designed for otakus and roleplay enthusiasts. The prices were extremely high, to the point of sheer insanity. You would need to be a corporate type to afford this. In exchange the service lasts for either a few weeks or months depending on the clients needs. That's some serious roleplaying!
He called the number. The ring brought him anxiety as he prepared for his questions.
"Hello?" A cute sounding woman was on the phone.
"H-Hello I am calling about the um...service you provide." Honda asked, sweating as he did so.
"Oh you mean the Holy Nail War? Is this your first time sir? *Giggle*" The operator asked. She sounded extremely sincere...and cute.
"Y-yes I would like to know the *gulp* specifics of this...war." Honda looked back at the pamphlet blushing at some of the sexy fantasy girls.
"I see, you must be Katashi! We have you on record. You were almost late for the war!" The operator said.
Honda raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Well this service is not like any other service you see. Our clientele normally consists of those of more financial excess than others."
Honda thought to himself, 'Money can't buy happiness my ass!'
"We feature some of the finest on our employ. During a minimum span of 3 weeks, our girls will be visiting our clients, that's you, on an almost daily basis. Since you ordered the premium package your set for 3 months. Each girl plays a certain character to a t. They are quite the actresses and won't provide service unless certain phrases are said or situations are occurring." The operator explained.
Honda sweat dropped "So, like a visual novel game?"
"An extremely immersive one! *Giggle* Just read the script we fax you and they'll do the rest. And be prepared for events to happen that may seem real, such as magical effects or even battles. That is all covered by your payment, teams are on the ready as we speak. Events such as these are all part of the experience and will allow you to meet more of our girls. There are no losers in this war if you know what I mean." The operator said.
Honda's eyes were wide. This doesn't sound like your average escort service.
"And by the way sir, the girls may be for your pleasure but do not attempt to do anything untoward, they are well trained as part of their immersion and that would be wrong and punishable by law! *Giggle* Other than that, have fun and good luck, you are now a master of the Holy Nail War!"
Honda blushed as the operator hung up. He was...shook to say the least. The money alone spent for an escort in this war is well spent if anything he heard was true. On a printer next to him a screenplays worth of phrases and events were printed. Practically a strategy guide to an entire real life erotic game. He skimmed through, blushing at this manuscript of depravity that Stria just put him in. The very first event was a mana transfer...through sex.
'What the hell? All this, just to keep me here?' Honda thought. It was hard to believe any of it. But, as a magician, the secret to venturing out beyond one's own limitations was the desire to believe. If this was truly Idore's command to Stria, to keep him occupied, whatever that means, then why shouldn't he accept it. He's literally getting paid to get laid. If anything else as a man, who wouldn't say yes. It's already paid for.
Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
The door was knocked. It must be the escort. She's here already!
He stood tall, grinding his gears for a wild night among many to come. He stopped by the door to the Velune residence. On the other side, destiny awaited, his audience awaited. He smacked his cheeks, gearing himself for this strange new chapter of his life.
As it is always said in entertainment. The show must go on. He gulped.
"It's showtime!" Honda said, determination seeping into his voice.
He opened the door.
There stood a majestic being. This being bore the appearance of a young girl with a slender physique, soft skin, and green eyes. She has blonde hair that seemed more like gold. Her face displays elegance, of refinement befitting that of some sort of noble. She wears shining armor with an old styled dress underneath, made from old-fashioned blue cloth.
Honda blushed. He didn't know this girl, but man she was beautiful. Like something out of a fairy tail. Under this moonlight he was enraptured in those piercing green eyes of hers. She seemed so young, yet she was an escort.
"I ask of you, are you my master?" The woman spoke. She sounded brave and dutiful. A no nonsense straightforward individual.
Honda's eyes refocused. His astonishment was over, as now it was his time to perform.
"Yes I am your master, for this night and for many to come till we achieve victory." He spoke in his warlock voice putting his own dramatic talents into this crazy roleplay.
Saber eyes blinked. His voice sounded well mannered and more akin to nobles. He seemed like a fine person considering his gaze wasn't a condescending one, and he spoke as if with passion in his voice. Strange, since his current attire did not display wealth or nobility, yet his voice would suggest he is a man of formal standing. A strange one, but a fitting master thus far.
"I, Saber, have come forth in response to your summons as your servant" She spoke valiantly.
"And I appreciate that my valiant knight. We shall win this war together." Honda spoke, his right hand edged towards her.
'Saber? Cool name for a knight!' Honda thought to himself.
Saber blinked. It seems her master wished to shake hands in mutual greeting. Though a knight of times long gone, the grail has seen to it to instill basic modern knowledge into her being for adaptability to this world. She understood that it was a friendly gesture and thus extended her right gauntlet which Honda grasped gently. He smiled a true smile to Saber. Saber in exchange had a slight upward of her lips, glad to be with a master who at least showed a shred of courtesy.
"Do you have an order for me, master?" Saber asked.
Honda looked to the left and then the right. "We must be quick!"
He pulled Saber who didn't really expect such a pull so suddenly so was (in rare form) caught off guard. Honda had pulled her with his right hand and with his left hand gently caressed her left cheek before gently placing his lips against hers.
"Mmphhhh!" Saber let out, her eyes shocked at the unforeseen events. Her master had just placed his lips to hers. The shock value delayed any immediate reaction.
Honda's right arm wrapped around her waist before he turned with Saber in his arms, still reeling from the sudden affection, lifting her off the floor heading towards his room. The front door to the Velune residence shut as he did so. From the outside all is quiet as only crickets echoed the night.
CHAPTER END