A/n: Heya readers, Psychojack is back with another chap to the Holy Nail War. Things seem to be heating up in more ways at the Velune Residence as outside forces threaten our heroes. This chapter comes with chapter 7 as a dual upload so I hope you enjoy it!
--Velune Residence: Garden--
Honda was currently smiling as he was lip locked with the bold blonde when she jumped him. He could just see this as her expertise. Being that she is a knight, she's prone to being a little more aggressive at times. It's also a good change of pace.
'This is soooo nice! Saber is so cute!' Honda thought to himself.
Within the deep recesses of his lustful mind, he interpreted this situation as follows.
-Honda Vision Start-
Saber looks radiant looking into his view. Arms outstretched with a loving smile. Honda can hear her giggling.
"Kiss me you big lug!" Saber says in a high pitched cute voice.
[Saber needs a mana recharge. Would you like to start now?]
-Honda Vision End-
Saber on the other hand was in shock at her own actions. Before she was trying to discourage her masters' flirtatious demeanor in their time here in the garden. Next thing she knows, she practically jumps him. It's a complete role reversal, and she just couldn't fathom what possessed her to do so.
It was frightening…
…and yet at the same time she couldn't help the flare of excitement stemming from her heartbeat.
Honda pulled from Saber. A loud smooch echoed in the garden as both master and servant separated from their little make-out session. The duo were gasping for air, Honda laid a quick one on her, only separating due to a need for air. Saber moaned from his contact, her hands on Honda's sides as she gently tugged him into her direction, Honda remaining firm.
"Who knew you had it in you!?" Honda said.
Saber blushed more, her eyes fidgeting as she pulled Honda into another kiss. She couldn't stop her own actions. It felt like a part of her was unleashed all at once.
Honda reciprocated energetically, placing a few kisses on her lips while brushing her blonde hair with his left hand.
Saber's hands reached downward to Honda's shirt and ripped it off with her Saber class strength.
Honda blushed. 'Damn that's some strength!'
Saber whispered. "I'm sorry…I…"
She didn't care to finish and kissed him again, slowly laying Honda on the ground before lifting her hands to her buttons and with eyes shut tight, unbuttoned one button.
Honda raised himself up to help her. With her blouse removed, Honda rolled on top of Saber, his chest against her bra cladded one. His chiseled chest out in the open with his pants on while he pressed against Saber, who still wore her blue skirt. Her legs, currently clad in leggings, were wrapped around Honda, eyes focused on one another, beckoning the other to make a move.
Honda and Saber slowly grinded against each other, whilst their lips pressed against one another.
Clears throat*
Both master and servant stopped in their tracks wide eyed from their interrupted moment. They looked over at the source of the noise.
Stria was there, her face reddened by an intense blush, clearly embarrassed herself at what she just stumbled into. Her phone call with Idores was cut short in her haste. A servant was supposedly on its way, and she needed Saber in order to protect Honda.
She had thought that she would find the two trimming the garden as per Honda's duties as a caretaker to the residence. She didn't expect them to be so…intensely distracted.
Saber's eyes were comically wide, regaining all her prim and proper upbringing the moment Stria came into her peripherals. She didn't know what overcame her but whatever cloud of depravity that possessed her has been cleared.
Now shame was on the forefront of her mind.
Honda gulped because technically he had skipped out on his duties in favor of his own desire. He was too turned on to think, now he's afraid of retaliation from the curvaceous albino.
Stria was blushing but her eyes were furrowed.
'Uh oh, she's pissed at me! Way to go Honda thinking with your third leg's gonna get you thrown out!' Honda thought.
Stria herself couldn't explain her facial expression. She did know one thing though, the moistening under her pants was prevalent after seeing the lustful sight. She couldn't necessarily decipher the meaning. After all, she's still a homunculus, and thus not all emotions or bodily reactions are known to her. She was irritated that her clean pants may need changing however.
"Honda, I need you to get inside." She looked to the side, avoiding Honda's eyes, and his chest.
Saber buttoned her blouse, dusting off her skirt and fixing her hair.
"F-forgive me for upsetting you. I wasn't aware what came over me…You may punish me if you must." Saber bowed in respect. Her professionalism returned in full force.
Saber couldn't help but think from Stria's irritated face, that she was angry at her for engaging with Honda in a manner not befitting a servant. Especially considering she had already regained her prana, and thus went beyond what was necessary for the war..
That, and there was a growing possibility that Stria, though a homunculus, was more connected with Honda than she first thought.
Nothing concrete yet, but she did have her suspicions.
'That's right, a servant can never be anything more. I know that more than anyone…' Saber mentally sulked.
Stria's eyes met Saber. "Punish you. For what?"
Saber fidgeted, not really wanting to explain this. "For…seducing Honda. I implore you, that is not the kind of person I am…"
Stria raised an eyebrow. "I'm not angry that you seduced Honda. I'm irritated because my pants were wet from watching. They were my favorite pair." Stria was emotionlessly blunt.
Saber ceased her bowing, looking at Stria incredulously. Her face flushed.
Stria continued. "However, if you are tired from the prana exchange at any time, then I will take over for you."
Honda sat on the grass blushing up a storm, hearing all of this.
Saber couldn't grasp the situation. She took a step back, reeling in from what the strange homunculus said. "What do you mean, Stria?"
Stria tilted her head, not sure what Saber seemed so astonished about.
"I mean sex, with Honda. If as a servant you become tired then I will take over and drain him of every last drop." Stria stated as if it were a fact.
Stria had a look of pride on her face. "I read about it all last night." She held a manga that said Knight Girl. The cover had a cute knight looking girl hugging a blacksmith with a bulge in his pants on her left arm and a bodacious maid on the other. Both seemed embarrassed by the knight girl in question.
Honda's eyes were widened, about to faint with his mind overheating from what he was hearing.
'What the hell kind of books she reads!'
Saber pondered. "But…that would be…indecent…aren't you and Honda…"
Stria looked like she reached a solid conclusion. A smile on her face. "Oh if you feel left out then you can join at any time you wish."
She gave a thumbs up to Saber. A sparkle on the tip of her thumb was prevalent "You have my permission!"
Both Honda and Saber's heads were steaming with what Stria said. Honda just gave up and fainted.
Saber looked at Honda's unconscious body. "Master!"
--Velune Residence: Living Room--
Dragging Honda was a lot harder in execution than in theory. With him unconscious, even as a servant, Saber could not deny the weight. Though she did wonder why her strength seemed so limited recently. Last night after the exchange she had lost all her endurance to stay up for night patrol. Outside in the garden she had lost her footing quite easily. Now she can't hold Honda without digging into her prana reserves in order to do so.
Stria and Saber had already moved Honda to the couch. Honda had an ice bag on his head so that he could cool off. With everything that was going on, he wasn't sure if Stria wasn't just a shameless pervert who waited until Idores left the house to have her fun, or a socially deafened idiot.
Stria spoke to Saber while Honda rested, a bit away from him so he wouldn't overhear. Regardless of the current circumstances, she couldn't have Honda know that he was a master of the Grail War.
"Saber, how is your prana? Are you ready to fight if necessary?" The albino asked.
Saber nodded. "Yes the prana exchange was *blush* a success. I am ready at any time to fight off any that threaten Honda." Her eyes were dutiful, bearing a no nonsense expression despite her blush.
Stria explained. "There are magical runes to shatter one's prana energies placed all over the residence. Should any attack occur you must keep them outside the residence, otherwise you yourself would be powerless."
Saber blinked. This rune Stria spoke off must be quite an accomplishment. To completely disarm a servant's fighting capabilities within a limited area means that this building was the safest place for a magus to rest and fight. Tactically, with Stria's understanding of the residence, they hold an advantage. This also explained why her own strength failed within the residence, such as in the garden when her balance was abnormally lacking.
"Should any servants enter the residence. I will deal with them." Stria stated.
Saber couldn't help but interject. "Apologies, Stria but my duty is to protect Honda. On my honor as a knight I would defend you as well. There's no need for you to fight face to face with a servant."
Stria agreed. "I know that's why I brought this."
*CHUCK CHLICK*
Stria showed Saber a combat shotgun she was hiding behind her back.
Saber looked at the gun.
"This will keep them away." Stria smiled with a maniacal glee at the showing of this gun she was clearly proud of having. Her teeth were prominent and sharp, giving her a crazy expression on her face. Her expression was a stark contrast to her beauty.
Saber couldn't help but smile hesitatingly.
"I see Stria is a woman of many…talents." Saber looked at Stria's potentially insane expression.
Stria's face went back to normal. "My master made me this way."
"You mean Honda?" Saber questioned.
"No- I mean yes!" Stria almost forgot, she couldn't reveal that Honda was not a legitimate master to Saber. It would spell doom for them both.
Saber, due to her being distracted with the overly big gun pointed at her in Stria's explanation, didn't hear Stria's admission.
While waiting for whatever comes, Stria wished to relax. Seeing as there was nothing to do…
Stria looked towards Honda. "Honda do you want to have sex with us now or later?" A pinkish aura appeared behind Stria as she spoke with childlike innocence. Saber's eyes twitched, not understanding how that was necessary with an emergency incoming.
But when the two ladies gazed upon where Honda was laying down earlier, he was gone with no signs of his disappearance.
Saber and Stria: "MASTER!" "HONDA!!!"
--Unknown Dungeon--
Two blue eyes slowly opened in fatigue to observe their surroundings. In front of them was what can be simply described as a dungeon. Stone rocks line the walls. Drippings and droppings of water could be heard in this subterranean environment.
The lighting of this room was only made possible by these bluish candle like stalks lining the walls. A glass encasement encompassed the candles, enabling the light to spread farther and in a more softer tone.
Honda groaned, his head was pounding what with everything that Stria had said to him and Saber in such a short span. His mind simply short circuited. Now here he was dreaming of being in a dungeon.
'Wait a minute! I'm in a dungeon!'
Honda's eyes snapped open, truly taking in his surroundings. Looking at the walls, the strange lights he couldn't make any sense of where he could be. This place didn't look like a sewer or underground in Fuyuki City. If anything it looked like one of those medieval-esque dungeons.
He looked downwards and realized that currently, he was upwards about 30 feet high off the ground, where several remnants of prisoners in the shape of rib cages and funny bones could be spotted. An ominous future for Honda if he were to not find a way out like the previous guests.
Honda could see the entrance leading out of here on the floor level. With him this high however, there was simply no way he would be able to leave without simply breaking his neck or breaking every other bone in his body from the impact of the fall.
'Wait a minute, just how in the hell did I end up here! What's keeping me up here?'
SHING SHING
Honda looked upwards, refocusing his senses now that he was obviously held a great height above ground. His arms were lifted upwards, connected to rusty chains, a cliche if any. What made these particular chains stand out was the fact that there were these purplish runes lining the metallic chains, as he moved ember like particles would appear from the chain, granting him a clearer view of where the chains were connected on the roof of this prison. He couldn't reach it.
Both his arms were tied to chains parallel to one another. As he gazed at the roof a little more he realized…
…there was another set of chains.
Honda peered in front of him. He didn't notice it before due to the prevalent abyss that spanned beyond his own vision. Now that he was fidgeting however, the indigo colored embers from his chains lit the room, enabling him to see the second occupant of this confinement.
It was a silhouette, almost quite literally. From what Honda could tell the person in question was garbed in a shroud like garb. It was as black as the darkness in here, practically blending into the shadows as he focused his eyesight.
The enigma next to him seemed to possess charcoal like skin, obscuring the magician from seeing the individual clearly.
Honda flicked his wrists harshly to get more light. This served him well as the glow allowed him to see the person clearly.
This person, whoever it was, bore a skeletal mask.
However, more importantly…
The stranger was in fact a woman.
Honda blushed seeing the exotic and mysterious creature in front of him. She was practically a walking shadow, her garb and skin matching the encroaching darkness. The white mask was eye catching, unfortunately it was the only means from which to decipher an identity of sorts. In fact it reminded Honda of his own Warlock mask, no one could peer into it, you would have to remove it to decipher the face within.
As for physical attributes, she was abnormal, and yet alluring. Her hair was dark purple, a fountain of indigo stemming from her scalp, reaching down to her legs. It was tied up in a long ponytail, granting symmetry and structure to such an extraneous amount of thick amethyst locks.
Her body was purely Amazonian. Muscularity was prominent in the bits of skin shown from her outfit. It wasn't unattractive as it was enough to actually emphasize her feminine hips and thighs. It was prominent enough that the woman could be considered an athlete, as it was clearly designed for agility and dexterity as opposed to simply strength.
This figure was currently looking directly at Honda the whole time, unresponsive, simply watching what was in front of her. Like Honda, she too was a captive.
'Woah, didn't think anybody was in here for a second. What's with the getup?' Honda thought to himself.
Honda spoke into the abyss, as the purple runic chain sparks dimmed out, obscuring the woman.
"Hey, you there! Who are you, where are we? What the hell is this place?" Honda asked, desperately searching for answers.
No one answered.
Honda shook his chains, bathing the room in purple light.
"C'mon I know you heard me, I know you're there! I can see you point blank!" Honda called the figure.
The figure had tilted her head a bit.
Honda sweatdropped. "Not much of a talker are ya…*sigh* just how the hell did I get here anyway…"
The magician breathed in and out, trying to relax and regain his composure. That was when a question formed in his head. Rationally it was the only lead he had when recent events were taken into consideration.
"Hey, aren't you one of those escorts!" Honda asked.
The figure simply looked at Honda.
Honda sighed. It's like Stria all over again. Actually, no it was even worse. "You don't have to speak, nod if you have to!"
"Yes, I am a servant…just as you are a master." The voice spoke. True to her silent character, her voice was in a whisper.
Honda let out a breath he held in. "So you CAN speak! About time, I thought I was talking to a brick wall!"
"I was gauging your response. I wasn't sure if you were attempting to deceive me. It would seem that I was wrong." The figure spoke.
Honda looked at her like she grew a second head. "You do realize I'm stuck up here with you, right? Even if I was involved with you being here, hard pass on tying my own ass up!" He said.
The figure looked downwards.
"...I can…see your point…" She said.
Honda's eye twitched. "Never mind. The name's Honda."
The figure looked at him tilting her head again. "As a master of the war, why would you reveal your identity? I am not under your command seal, you put yourself at risk by doing so." She lectured.
Honda smirked. "I got two!" He stuck his tongue out teasingly.
The figure sweatdropped.
"I see, you are using an alias. You're more crafty than I first thought."
"Hey!" Honda retorted.
"I am Assassin. But considering how you seem comfortable in front of a servant that you don't command, you must already know that." She said.
Honda sweatdropped "Of course, you're an assassin! How could I NOT know that!?"
'First Saber, Lancer, and now Assassin. These names are getting a little too vague. They sound like chess pieces. She looks more like a vagrant cat burglar to me!'
"Wait a minute…"
Honda did remember that the Holy Nail War service did say something about realistic events occurring, some without his knowledge. Thinking back to the manuscript he was faxed, he did read something about a dungeon related event. Unfortunately, this wasn't anything like the event that was written. But like any performance, sometimes a little improvisation was necessary.
Maybe he needed to figure a way out as part of this event. Immersion was part of the experience according to the escort receptionist.
"Hey Assassin, do you know how to get out of here?" He asked.
Assassin looked down. "I could survive the fall, but…"
She looked at the chains dangling atop her tied to her wrists.
"These chains have sapped my prana. It's pointless to resist by now." She said, resigned to her fate.
Honda was having none of that though.
'Wait she's low on pr- I mean mana! Like Saber….' The trapped master thought.
"Oooohhhhh! Now I get it." Honda whispered to himself.
Assassin with her keen hearing heard him. She looked in his direction.
Honda looked slyly at Assassin's figure from across the room.
'THAT'S what this whole thing is about! Of course! Almost forgot, love is the name of the game!' Honda blushed.
'Although, I gotta admit. As far as immersion goes, this is a little too much…' Honda thought to himself.
Assassin looked at Honda. She couldn't help but notice his current facial expression, an expression that made her feel…warm?
"What is it? You have a strange look on your face." She questioned.
Honda had an idea of how to get out these chains. Like any puzzle game, the answer is there if you know where to look. And he found his answer.
"I think I got a way out for the both of us." Honda said, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously.
"You wish to form a pact?" Assassin questioned.
Honda leaned forward. "A very mutually beneficial one. I'll come to you. Just sit back and I'll handle the rest." He stated, prepping his body as if to leap.
A/n: *Queue Johann Strauss II - Blue Danube Waltz (Best /watch?v=KQvNTi-h-3c )
Honda flicked his wrists hard, causing more indigo sparks to emanate from his chains tied to his wrists to see the center of his target. If he intended to reach his mark, he would need his eyesight.
He shifted his body forward propelling himself with his legs, causing the chains to rattle as he began swaying to and fro.
Assassin tilted her head. She was curious as to what his plan was.
Honda began swinging himself like one would on a children's swing. Bit by bit as he shifted his weight to and fro, he began propelling himself more, closer to Assassin. Honda bored a determined and energetic expression on his face, signifying his choice to take the plunge to Assassin.
'Is he preparing a spell?' Assassin thought.
Honda was almost there. His propelling caused his feet to hit the back of the wall from his side. As his legs began touching the wall behind him he used the wall as a makeshift jump start towards Assassin.
'Wait, is he going to…?.' Assassin thought, admiring his enthusiasm at the least.
She couldn't help but also admire his athleticism. It was…interesting to watch.
Honda reached the opposite end of the wall near Assassin and kicked himself off to the left. His chain began wrapping around her chain, causing his body to spin counterclockwise, looping his chain around Assassin's.
Assassin understood that whatever his plan was, he needed her to escape, just as she needed him to escape.
CHA-CHLINK
One of Honda's chains broke off. His body disbalanced from his original posture now that his whole weight was relying on one chain.
Just as Honda's body began swerving a little off course, Assassin, using her own athleticism and flexible body, used both her legs to propel herself at a quicker pace than Honda and wrap them around his midsection. She pulled him into her embrace, both bodies bumping into the wall before they were both back dangling, though now their chains were entangled as well as their bodies.
Honda breathed raggedly. He was scared that he almost fell for a second to an unfortunate demise, that or he would have messed up the whole setup.
"Whew, that was close. Thanks for the hand there Assassin!" He smiled at her.
Assassin grunted. "Now what was the next part of your plan? I don't suppose you know any spells that could help."
Honda grinned. "You can't escape cause you're low on mana right?."
Assassin nodded though she did notice that he incorrectly stated mana instead of prana.
Honda's grin grew bigger. "Then you should be able to escape if you were refueled right?"
Assassin answered "Hypothetically…yes…" she wasn't sure where he was going with this.
Honda then leaned in closer towards Assassin. He didn't notice but a blush appeared under the skull mask of the shadowy servant.
"Then I'll provide you mana through an exchange!"
Honda pressed his lips on Assassin, his left arm which was free from its broken chain wrapped around her waist to pull her into the kiss.
Assassin's eyes widened under her mask. Assassin realized that this master was unlike any master she would have guessed to ever meet. Given the current circumstances, she cannot escape without a prana source. Honda was willing to provide prana but through a physical exchange. If this was really his plan, then she would have to go through with it in order to escape.
But was she ready for this? Her heartbeat was now elevated, and dare she say it, she was finding herself anticipating further stimulation.
She would continue with this plan. It was a plausible one, an unorthodox one that she herself had yet to consider, and she was a denizen of misdirection.
'Katashi Honda, you are a strange one.'
Assassin pressed her lips against Honda's back.
Though she is an assassin, this was a moment that someone would surprise her, the renowned Hassan of the Hundred Faces.
CHAPTER END