Chapter 135

Lying on the white bed, the sheets stained with sweat and the faint smell of vomit, Sakura was huddled in the sheets, her form draped with blankets. A bowl of water lay on the desk near her, with several towels soaking in the cold liquid, a damp towel placed over her forehead as she shifted uneasily in the bed, her cheeks flushed from her internal body heat.

Carefully placing a hand on the cup and tipping just a few drops of the faint green liquid into the cups contents, he put down the vial, corking it again, and then proceeded to uncork a larger flask and pour deep blue fatty substance into the cup as well, a glistening sheen reflecting the light off it's surface. With the addition of a few more ingredients, he grabbed the finished product off the table and went up the stairs, holding the tray with two cups steady as he walked up the step, one containing water, the other containing the potion.

Even if he didn't have the talent to be a magus, he could still deal with magical substances and use tools that already had magecraft instilled in them, that were purposely designed for use specifically so that the wielder didn't have to use their Circuits. In order to achieve his goal of becoming a true magus and becoming the official inheritor of the Matou family line, in spite of his lack of innate talent, he had studied hard, taking whatever time he could in his childhood to peruse the modest, but still well-stocked library that the Matou family had at its disposal. Even when he was told it was impossible, he still sneaked in time to read the old books that detailed the various paths of magecraft, and the special qualities of the absorption magecraft that his family supposedly specialized in.

In the end, he gradually did it less and less, virtually giving up on this dream of his as he became more and more jaded. If it was physically impossible for him, then why didn't just focus on something else? With no other recourse, he indulged himself, seeking pleasure and self-fulfillment in all other ways that he could. From video games, to sports, to romance and more, he pursued his path of thrills and fun. As for the person who stole that dream from him, it was only right that she compensated in some way, and he could also be said to be helping her with her 'problem', so in the end he wasn't doing something bad, right? It was only natural for the older brother to help the younger sister, and helping her when she didn't even deserve it proved that he was a magnanimous person.

Or at least, that was how he used to think of it.

When Rider came, his life was completely changed. Or rather, he was completely broken in by her. Summoning an Alter was already bad enough, but an Alter cosplaying as a maid was something on a different level, in a manner of speaking.

Without saying a word, she had immediately gone to town with him, and while he had initially tried to resist it, he quickly fell prey to his own natural desires. Who knew that he would be an M.

Her natural charisma, combined with her skill Coaching produced extraordinary results in just a few days, at the cost of having him being nursed every night by his own sister and Rider, though the latter only did so in extreme cases such as severe muscular displacement. In that time, he got ever closer to reaching the peak of human physique, reflected on his actions to become a better man, and fully embraced his M side to become Rider's slave instead of her Master.

Well, the reflecting part was somewhat inaccurate, but the rest was indeed true.

And perhaps he no longer treated his sister so roughly as before, though it was just a touch more gentle. He didn't really actively help her out either, unless Rider specifically commanded him to, which he listened to all the time in anticipation for a reward, such as right now with him tending to her while she lay in bed incapacitated from Rider drawing energy.

Even so, his mind was sufficiently broken enough after what Rider did that when Sakura took care of him, he felt like she was an angel descended from heaven. No matter how small, that gratitude did leak over into his usual attitude as well.

Taking care not to make her choke, he raised her head a little as he propped her back on the pillow, the fluffy stuffed cushion now resting on the rest as he pulled her up higher, then he lifted the cup to her mouth.

"Drink."

Though it was terse and short, Sakura still heard it clearly, and creaked her mouth open, her hot breath tickling his hand. Slowly, he poured it in, the greenish gel sliding down her tongue into her throat, the bitter taste making her face twitch into a grimace as her gag reflex triggered.

"Some water, here."

Quickly following the mixture, he gave her a sip from the other cup, washing away the taste of the bitter, pungent mixture from before. Swallowing the cool water, her throat moved, the skin undulating softly, as she took the offered cup.

Her flushed face, body outlined by the sheets draped against them, and her slight moans were usually enough to make him jump her, but after Rider's training and extensive mental remodelling, he was able to suppress the urge, though his lust was still there deep inside of him. Nevertheless, it was probably accurate to say that it would require a specific type of situation to satisfy him now, courtesy of Rider. Him being M was a large part of that.

All of sudden, in the corner of his eyes, he saw a red light flashing, and then disappearing. At the same time, a figure tumbled out of the air, appearing right at the foot of the bed as the air warped and rippled, the image of the wall twisting and distorting slightly before it straightened out again after she fell out of the twisted space.

The figure dissolved into golden dust mere moments later, but Shinji was able to tell it was Rider before she dematerialized, and that she was heavily injured.

Ah, I need her to recover before I can get my reward!

With his heart burning from desire, the blood pumping in his body faster than usual, he lifted himself off the side of the bed and rushed to mix more potions to help Sakura recover, letting her supply more mana to Rider. Somehow, he didn't question how she had gotten injured, or that Sakura had expended a Command Seal to bring her back. In the end, perhaps his lustful nature wouldn't change so easily after all.