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A/N: The masculine urge to get lost in the forest, find a river and just start gold panning with no license…
Penthesilea stood tall and proud, flails in hand as she faced off against the dreaded Leonis who had sowed so much fear in her Host. She was ready for whatever he had in store for her! Or so she thought, confident in her abilities as the Queen of the Amazonians, yet in the split second when he started to charge, she couldn't see him. 'His Agility has surely surpassed the B-Rank at the very least... But what I am most concerned about is–'
The Amazonian Queen's gaze landed on the charred boy in front of her.
For what reasons was he fighting?
Some might believe it's to break even, yet that couldn't be it- not in the state he's in.
No matter how one looked at it, wouldn't backing off be the correct course of actions here?
And to further complicate the situation, 'What's the meaning of this, Master? You told me Magnum is known for his specialty in Spatial Magecraft, not Temporal.'
Calmly- too calm almost- Penthesilea scolded, swerving left to avoid the swing that'd have bisected her shoulder. 'How should I know?! The bastard is famous for being tricky so he has probably kept it a secret from the Tower.'
Her Master- the Lady Shen Mei- said, the complaint in her voice clear. 'Never mind that, can you kill him?!'
'I'll try.' Penthesilea assured.
Her Agility might be lacking compared to him, but her [Instinct]- having been sharpened by rigorous trainings and combat- made fending off his attacks near effortless. 'Don't you get it? Try is not enough! It's do-or-die, and I am not dying in this- this barbaric Land!' Her Master yelled in anger. 'Do you not hail from this Land, Master? Why do you hold so much hatred for it?'
'I'm Chinese, not Japanese!' Shen Mei harrumphed just when Leonis lunged- his pupils practically burning with Rage- the kind that'd make you ignore even fatal wounds in exchange for accomplishing your goals, and it'd appear they were his now. It reminded Penthesilea of many of her previous foes- all of whom had long fallen to her flails- though one in particular came to mind- a man who- while a poor jester- was someone the Amazonian Queen could respect.
'Killing you is the point, living through it is just a luxury.' He had told her when he had his sword pressed against her neck- just moments before the Amazonian Queen's blade found its way in his chest- Leaving the man to choke for air as his lungs tried desperately to rid themselves of the blood rapidly pooling up.
In her personal experience, 'There are three types of men who'd say such a thing: The petty ones–'
Whom Penthesilea despised most. '– The ones with nothing left to lose…'
Which didn't exactly fit Leonis' profile.
The boy might have lost a large part of his forces, plus a powerful Servant, but Victory was still very much within his grasp, meaning he's either the first, or the last. 'And then there are those with everything to lose.' Once again, the boy charged into range of her weapon, his swords swinging through the air with blinding speed- accompanied by waves of green light-particles. It's almost over…
He got a few hits in, though none was severe enough to truly cause her harms.
She thought he'd have something else in his sleeves, but he's too weak- too injured to even try. Penthesilea dodged to the side, avoiding the attack by a hair's breadth, and flung her flails forward- yanking it with naught but a slight twitch of her finger. The flails- their rocky and volcanic textures gleamingwith malice heartily obeyed- smashing into his side. The crunch of his ribcages loud enough to make Penthesilea frown.
There was no Honor in this fight,
No Glory to be had.
If anything, it's more of an execution for her and a last-stand for the boy.
For a brief instance, the Amazonian Queen felt sorry for Leonis, but a job's a job.
She wasn't going to stop now, not while her Master was screeching herself hoarse with joy. Besides, she had given him an opportunity to back out, it's his own fault for letting Rage get the best of him and initiating a fight when he could barely keep a hold of his swords. "Do not blame me, boy. I'm merely doing my job… May the Fields of Elysium welcome you."
Standing over Leonis' curled-up form, watching him cough as his breathing grew heavier, the Amazonian Queen raised her flails- this was it! This was the end of that Monster, yet- "Tsk…"
A simple click of tongue made time slow to a crawl for Penthesilea. "How embarrassing, for the proud Warrior Queen of Amazon to bully a poor, injured, defenseless boy. Perhaps I have given you Amazonians too much credits."
"WHO?! Show yourself!" The voice didn't resemble Saber's or Rider's- the two surviving Servants of this debacle. 'Another Servant has arrived?'
"I am the Queen of the Shadowland- the one known as the Witch of Dun Scaith- I am…"
"Scáthach." Penthesilea concluded, causing Lancer to laugh in amusement. "Indeed, I don't have anything against you, but can you spare that boy? My Master seems to possess a level of affection for him."
'DON'T! KILL HIM, BERSERKER! KILL HIM NOW OR I'LL USE THE COMMAND SEAL!' Brows creasing in agony as Shen Mei's words echoed in her mind, Penthesilea let out a soft sigh. "Unfortunately, I can't do that. My Master has commanded it… My hands are tied."
"I see." Scáthach blew softly, her voice hardening. "A fight between us is inevitable then. Prepare yourself, Penthesilea of Themyscira!"
As the atmosphere grew thick with tension, a burst of Mana suddenly cleared the entire battlefield of smokes and ashes, revealing Saber, the girls and the three remaining of the Elites who all screamed. """Protect his Lordship with your life! / Leo-senpai! / Leonis!""" Without an once of hesitation in their steps, the group all charged at Penthesilea, though the most murderous of them must be the auburn-haired one.
Immediately, the Amazonian Queen made for a hasty retreat, narrowly avoiding from being gutted by the falchions which seemed to follow her every motions. "Witch of Dun Scaith, it'd appear our battle must be left for later date. As I am, I can't fend off two Servants and them." The Amazonian Queen gestured, and after seeing no moves made to stop her from the Queen of the Shadowland, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The situation would have been direr if both- Nay, if all three of them- Saber, Lancer and Rider joined forces against her.
Penthesilea had honestly forgotten about the lustful Goddess- chalking her up to be another casualty of the two Noble Phantasms.
Now, it seemed she's wrong to have written Ishtar off so soon. Turning to leave- trusting her fellow women to be honorable, Penthesilea readied to push off the ground but just as she's about to leave, a voice- raw, guttural and… Animalistic- halted her step. "So it is true. Not only are you a subpar Warrior, you're also a coward. No wonder Achilles–"
This was a trick- it had to be, yet… "YOU- WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
"I said–" Leonis sat up- each movements seeming to cause him pain as he winced. "You would have died much earlier if not for Achilles' appreciation of your 'Beauty'." And like that, all semblances of Penthesilea's rationality were washed away by a wave of Madness- fresh from the oven. "I'll kill you."
A manic smirk tugging at his lips, Leonis laughed, "NOT IF I DO IT FIRST!"
And l stabbed himself. ''What–?! / What in Gaia's name is that boy doing?!''
Apparently, not even his own underlings and allies knew, for they too possessed a look of shock and horror on their faces. That's when they all felt it- the claws of Death reaching up to claim his Soul… Then it stopped as a flies- too meaty and big to be an ordinary one- fell in his open palm.
[HP: 21%]
Precious red spilt from the self-inflicted injury, made even more severe by his own hands as he dragged the blade across his abdomen.
[Status Inflicted: Grievous Wound]
A voice blared in his skull warningly, accompanied by visual and physical cues from his decaying body- pleading for him to rip the weapon out and allow it to heal.
[Warning: HEALTH HAS REACHED CRITICAL LEVEL!]
Its pleas were acknowledged, then promptly thrown to the trash for the boy knew he could not trust anyone here with his life.
[HP: 0]
They might be trustworthy, but they were not at all reliable.
[Skill: Second Wind Activated]
A grey filter seemed to have fallen over his sight,
[Resurrection Imminent: 3… 2… 1!]
And Leo awoke with a startled gasp.
"Did he just–"
The repulsive creature squirmed in his loose grasp- trying to free itself by digging its toothy maws in his flesh, or at least that was how it looked like on the surface.
The moment the flies was killed- literally squashed like a bug by the boy- a burst of Mana swept past them as his wounds began to heal- his stumps regenerating so fast it was visible to the naked eyes. One instance, he's a step away from Death's door, the next he was fine.
Better than fine in fact. "I knew it! There's no way his Lordship would lose to the likes of you, you skank!"
"Skank?!" Penthesilea growled.
"What else should we call you?"
The judging stare she's given nearly made a blood vessel pop on the Amazonian Queen's forehead.
"Who dresses like that to battle? Those armor-pieces don't even protect you against the basic elements, much less blades and Spells?!"
The Elites jeered jovially- though their expressions suggested otherwise. Try as they might to ignore it, the weight of their comrades' deaths was fresh on their minds still. "To think I even felt sorry for you."
Penthesilea muttered. "Since I won't be able to escape… All of you, come." She knew the risks and had come prepared to die a second time- while it's unfortunate she couldn't get her Wish, which's a rematch with Achilles- that infuriating man, the Amazonian felt surprisingly calm. Her Master? Not so much. 'Are you insane?! Run! I don't want to die here–'
"No." The word- carried by the winds- reached everyone's ears. "No one is to intervene. She's mine."
'YES! KILL THE IDIOT THEN RUN!'
"What?! / Milord–! / Are you kidding?! We have her cornered."
Despite the bloodlust which drenched those words, Penthesilea smirked. "And I peg you for a dishonorable cur. My apology, Lord Magnum. Whatever issues you have with my Master, you are a man worthy of admiration."
"That is an Order." He emphasized amidst the growing discontent.
"Bold of you to order me around." The Witch of Dun Scaith stepped in to earn an unimpressed stare. "Are you going to get in my way?" At that she shook- chuckling.
"And you…"
His gaze landed on her. "Don't think I'm doing you a favor. I just need to kill you- the fact that me winning also means you have lost and died twice to two different men is just the cherry on top."
Eyes narrowing, Penthesilea took a step forward only to feel the scratches on her skin widen. "[Critical Strikes]."
Twenty slashes- Leonis managed to get at least twenty swings in,
Though as mentioned, all of them was little more than an inconvenience at best… Or were they? "Die." Like the caress of Death, his voice lingered near her ears as the wounds quickly grew in size, littering her once flawless olive skin.
Wordlessly, Leonis approached her kneeling form. "Rajesh, Annie,…etc."
He started listing off a bunch of names, ending with, "Herakles. Those are all the people I have lost today- the people I have failed."
His gaze was cold- colder than the frigid winds of Winter, and much more biting. "You- You… What did you do? What is this?!"
"You didn't think I was just playing punching-bag for you, did ya? Death is too easy for you, you shall pay for their lives with your own." He said- eerily calm as he raised his blade. "I've always wondered what will happen if I use this on a Servant, let alone a Pseudo-Servant… I guess we are about to find out."
'Berserker! By Order of my Command Seal, HEAL!' The voice of her Master resounded in the Amazonian's mind, yet that brief flash of Hope was extinguished as quickly as it came as something- demonic, evil- filled her Spirit Core. Penthesilea looked down to see a blade sticking out of her chest, hacking up blood. "[Ars Goetia]."
Then the screaming started.
Whether it's hers, or her Master's- or perhaps a blend of both, Penthesilea knew not.
All she knew was to,
'Forfeit your mind and obey. oBeY. OBeY. OBEY!' It repeated like a broken record, slowly but surely worming its way into her Spirit Core- twisting everything to its desire as her mind began to degrade- "Rise, Amazonian Queen- Penthesilea of Themyscira–"
And her personality forever changed- permanently altered by the Demonic Mana surging through her body,
"Rise as my Servant,"
Gradually replacing her Divinity,
"Rise as my Arch-Demon."
The voice of her Lord sounded.
"Rise, for an Eternity of Servitude awaits you."
— [Fate: FS] —
(As I stood there- panting- wheezing and covered in sweat, I surveyed the aftermath of the battle. The once beautiful landscape was now a desolate wasteland, the result of the cataclysmic Spells that had been unleashed upon it. Craters littered the ground, buildings were in ruins, and the once green, luscious forests had turned into a pile of ash and rubble.
The smell of burnt flesh and death permeated the air as a deep sadness washed over me at the loss of life that had occurred- 'How could I have missed this?' They trusted me- went into battle for me- willingly risked lives and limb for me and I– "Do you really feel bad for them?Did you not know this was a possibility, yet still choose to send them to their demise all the same? Oh… The poor fools- to have put their faith in the likes of you who have all but abandoned their Humanity."
S͏͘h̛̕͏U̸t͢ ̵̧̧̢̡Y͏̸̡͠o̶̕͢͢U͏r͏̵ ̛́͘M̀͘Ó̀U̵̕͠t̸̨͜H!̷͟͢
For the first time, I began to question whether the victory was worth the heavy price we had paid.
The broken- tortured bodies of the fools I had taken in laid motionless, some scorched beyond recognition, others torn apart by stray blades and Spells.
The wounds were both physical and mental, the shock of the devastation leaving its mark on all of us. In that moment, I couldn't help but resent the Moonlit World. For what reason did they launch an attack on this location? In the first place, the Magnus Foundation had nothing to do with the Supernatural besides the few wards it had taken in- children orphaned as a result of my work.
Children whose parents were pieces of shit certainly, but children all the same.
Most of whom hadn't even been made aware of this Side of the World yet. "You do realize these… Children will be obstacles for you in the future, right? Don't you dare half-ass this, Tyrant. You chose this. Hell, you even killed me for it, remember?"
It paused, snickering. "Well, you tried."
And mocked- still hidden behind a veil of darkness.
D̕͝҉a͜mn͜ ̡͘y̶͏́̕o̸̶̡u̷.̛͢͢͟.̵.̧͢ ̢S̴̨̛h̀Ú͡t ̴̴͡U҉P̶̨̛͜ ̡AĻ̀͢͞R̸̷̕͟É̴́͘A̛͏̴DY!͟͢͢
As we came to assess the damage, I realized that many Spells- Curses mainly- had been used, and they had significant implications for the environment around us. The landscape would take years to recover- if it recovered at all, I was left feeling defeated in spite of the fact that the battle had been won. "Have you found out who's responsible?"
"We found a message addressing you, Milord." An Elite- kneeling patiently by my side- shakily offered me the letter. Face schooled in a cold, stoic expression, I felt [Madness Enhancement] starting to tempt me with the sweet promise of Vengeance, and for a brief second, I genuinely considered it. Apparently, rumors had it I was collecting the orphans of my previous enemies to perform sick, twisted experiments on them and that's why she attacked the facility.
She hadn't bothered to come to me,
Hadn't bothered to investigate,
Instead she came- raining Hells upon a literal orphanage- and even dared to challenge me publicly?! "Who the fuck is Shen Mei?!"
"She hailed from a Taoist Sect in China, Milord. We're not sure of the details, but she has spent the last two years kissing the arse of every Lord and Lady she came across in the Tower. She's also described to be… Unwaveringly- idiotically righteous. From the testimonies of our staffs, she claimed she would release the children of our torments."
Righteous? Torments?!
This delusional bitch, who did she think she was?!
Hands trembling with rage, I crumbled the piece of paper and growled. "Shen Mei…!")
The Demon- silently and vigilant standing over my desk- mewled cutely, likely sensing the surge of hostility in my gaze. This wasn't the first we had met face-to-face, though the look of unadulterated adoration in her eyes…? Now that's definitely a first. The idiotic Princess of the Jie School with a major hate-boner for me- the same woman who challenged and was in turn defeated by my the 1st Generation Elites- forever shunned in the Moonlit World.
It's her own fault for boasting so much when she couldn't even defeat one of my underlings.
Ever since, she had sworn herself to inconvenience me at every turn- not that she ever succeeded… Not until today at least.
"Dammit, this is why I don't want to deal with the Taoist Sects." Letting loose an exhausted sigh, I gingerly touched my face.
The three Dao Sects of China were born at the Dawn of Humanity- just a century or two after the birth of the Sumerian Pantheon. It was said that their teachings were products of the Pure Ones- or Three Purities as some might call the Gods. It's for this reason that they possessed immense Pride in their heritages. If the Tower and the West chose a… Scientific approach to Magecraft, the Sects, Schools and Clans of the East clung to their past achievements like a lifeline.
Obviously, with the departure of the Gods to the Reverse Side- the slow weakening of Gaia and- consequently- the production of Mana in the World, their teachings and heritages had become obsolete.
And to think once upon a time, they reigned supreme amongst the Magi. The tables hadn't been turned, more like flipped over entirely. It couldn't be helped- a lot of their recipes, Spells and Arrays required Heavenly Treasures- a term used to identify Natural Treasures such as herbs, metals,…etc that had been drenched in an ungodly amount of Mana or bathed in the presence of Divine Spirits.
With the decay of Mystery, those Heavenly Treasures were nigh impossible to acquire in this Day and Age. In fact, they're so rare even if you scoured the whole of the Earth, only a few would be found.
For this very reason, the higher-ups of those Sects and Schools had gone into hibernation in order to preserve their Life Force- awaiting a day when the Age of Gods would return again- a fool's errand really. In a sense, I got why they were so proud- they're disciples of the Divines- walking proofs to the Gods' existences, what I hated most about them wasn't their Pride, but that unflinching righteous the Disciples seemed to carry.
It's the kind of righteous that'd drive men and women to murder, maim and kill 'on behalf of the Heavens', whatever that was. If not for the fact Shen Mei's the Eastern Sects' attempt to connect to their Western Counterparts- the Clock Tower, the Wandering Sea and the Atlas Mountain, she'd have been killed ages ago.
To further complicate the matters, the close-relation between Martial Artists and Taoism / Buddhism and Hinduism made provoking them a pain in the arse, doubly so when the two sides were attempting to establish a mutually-beneficial relationship via Trade Agreement… What would they be trading, you asked? Well, knowledge obviously. Modern Magecraft was built on the Foundations of those who came before- many of whom had studied under the Gods- that's something no Magi could deny,
And the teachings of those Sects- however basic- might just prove useful to the Tower, or so Lorelei had told me. I was certain both sides were looking for a chance to plunder the other down to their underwear, but whatever. It's not my business. But what pissed me off the most was the Non-Aggression Pact which Shen Mei clearly violated to satisfy her ridiculous sense of Righteousness.
I hadn't been able to touch her due to it- despite her wrongdoings, but this?
The Grail War was a Deathtrap, a free-for-all where your positions and backgrounds didn't mean shit. "Swan must be fucking desperate if she'd even recruit you of all people." Nobody would be able to fault me, for joining the Grail War was akin to signing away your life. You'd only have yourself to blame.
Muttering beneath my breaths, I commanded. "Drop."
The humanoid Arch-Demon dropped,
"Roll."
Obediently, she rolled like a dog.
"Kill yourself."
Her hand launched at her neck- sharpened, blackened nails shooting to claw out her vocal cord when I retracted the command. "Stop. That is enough." Anger asides, there was a reason why I chose to remake her into my very own 'Little Weapon'. It's believed that the Dao Schools- originating from the Three Purities- had figured out a way to utilize both Mana and Ki at the same time.
Not like Rin, no.
Hers was the product of a Ritual, and hence inferior. Sure, her Spells had grown powerful- a lot more powerful than what they were in fact, but the projected growth wasn't as expected. Let's say a single strand of Magic Circuit could hold around 100 units of Mana, and in order to use [Ansuz] prior to the Trial, Rin must at least consume 10 units for each attempt, then now she only needed half of that, but according to my researches, it should only require a tenth- meaning 1 unit.
My best bet was the imbalance of the two Energies had greatly hindered Rin, and who else to solve our problems besides the expert? As the Princess of the Jie School- the daughter of the current Sect Leader, she must be aware of the secrets, right?
Coupled with all the Divination Spells she's known to excel at, there was no detriments in turning her to one of my Arch-Demons. The Jie School might have taken precaution to protect their techniques and secrets, but they definitely had not prepared for my ability to turn people into Demons. 'So much for Divination… She can't even divine her own fate, what use is her knowledge? She doesn't even seem intelligent either.'
Angra mocked- his Spirit floating around us as he took in the Demoness' new appearance- her greyish skin, her white hair, the pair of dull-tipped, goat horns poking out of her bang. 'Do not underestimate how pampered the 'Young Masters' and 'Young Misses' of Sects can be, Angra.' Still, he did have a point. Though, even without the knowledge I required, receiving a demonized Pseudo-Servant was a pretty nice harvest already.
The fact that watching one of the culprits responsible for the deaths of their comrades mill around, obeying my every command helped uplift the Elites' mood was only the cherry on top. "Now… Tell me about the Jie School's techniques–"
* Knock
* Knock
* Knock
""Leo-senpai, can we come in? / Leonis, you there?"" I looked at the door and dismissed the Demoness. "You may leave. Return only after Rin and Shiro leave."
The newly-born Demoness tilted her head in confusion, before opening the windows and leaped- her figure disappearing in the horizon. 'It is good that she retains all the Skills and Stats of Penthesilea… Angra, about what I asked of you…'
'I already checked, the Grail has registered Penthesilea and Herakles as deceased, though the Mana hasn't gone into the Ritual, probably because the Class Card's still there- just fused into her Soul.'
'Don't worry, I'll handle the Mana, keep updating me on the Grail's status–'
"Leonis? Are you busy? We can come later if you are."
"Sorry, sorry." I hurriedly shouted. "Come on in."
Pushing open the door, I lifted my head up to see Rin and Shiro- both dressed extravagantly- enter my Office. ""Hi… / Leonis.""
The two fidgeted in place- fiddling with their thumbs, looking embarrassed. "What's with the sudden change of outfits?" And what's with their attitudes?
"Rin, Shiro… If this is about you disobeying my direct order, I told you already: I am angry, but you guys have proven yourselves. I should not have coddled you, or been so controlling–"
"That's- That's not it!" The auburn-haired Heroine exclaimed- stuttering nervously as she bunched up her fiery-colored dress. On the side, Rin seemed to be having the same issue- a bright blush lighting up her face. "What- What Shiro meant to say is: We're not here for that matter."
"Then what's this about?" Clasping my hands, I blinked owlishly at the two girls and their weird reactions. "The preparation for tonight's feast is almost done–"
"I know. I'll be there once I'm done with my work." Unfortunately, the financial manager I brought along had been killed during Judas' and the White Death's rampages, leaving me to do all the paperwork for the casualties of this fiesta. There were wives to console, children to break the news to, and families to compensate. "There was a lot of crying. Illya hasn't even left her bedroom since returning."
Right… I forgot, Herakles' demise was a surprise for sure, but it had hit the Einzbern the hardest. Not only was the surge of Mana which entered her body after his death violent and chaotic- resembling the Demigod himself- the mental toll it took on the Einzbern Master was quite severe. "Perhaps you should be there with her instead of here." I said, lazily flipping through the documents on my desk when I felt two hands cup my cheeks.
Glancing up, I saw Rin and Shiro standing over me. "Wha–?!"
"People are mourning, borrowing shoulders to cry on. Everyone, even Illya, but–" They gently tilted my head up- fingers caressing my chin. "– But nobody has asked you how you are doing, Leo-senpai."
Mouth opening and closing, I averted my gaze. "I'm fine. The wounds have all healed, though it might take longer for me to use that again–"
"Not physically, mentally you idiot!" The tsundere cut in- her voice tinged with worry as her tone softened. "How are you doing, Leo?"
"Death's a natural part of Life and a close companion for Magi." I responded with a non-answer, a stiff smile creeping on my lips. "I'll be fine, I promise."
"And you call me stubborn." Shiro drawled, abruptly pulling me to my feet with Rin quickly following her steps. "What are–?"
I questioned only to have my tie yanked as her lips crashed against my own in a heated- passionate make-out session, feeling a hand creeping up my shirt, meticulously unbuttoning my shirt. "Rin, Shiro! Wait–" Pushing them away, I stumbled back- slightly flustered by the turn of events. "Look, I get it. Emotions are high, you are both being confronted with the possibility of Death and want to comfort me, but–"
"That's not it!" Shiro loudly interrupted- her breathing heavier due to the kiss we shared. "You're right, I should be by Illya's side to console her, but I have been selfless my entire life. This time- this time I want to be selfish for once… I want you to take all of my firsts, Leo-senpai. My first kiss, my…"
She trailed off shyly.
"Life's short, already two Servants have died and a third of your staffs are gone–" The tsundere quipped in when she saw her fellow hesitate. "– I know you'll try your best to protect us, but your best sometimes isn't enough. I don't want to die with regrets, plus you've done so much–"
As though practiced, their hands reached out to caress my face, echoing. ""This is the least we can do. Let us soothe your mind and heart with our bodies, Leonis.""
"You two…" I muttered- feeling a swirl of heat in my stomach. Wasting not a moment longer, I grabbed Shiro's wavy hair, pushing her against the wall while simultaneously using [Temporal Phantom] to surround Rin, carrying her on my desk. Fuck it, the search for the Bounded Field could wait. "You asked for this."
Ravenously, my greedy paws tore at her dress- revealing Shiro's nude form underneath as the Phantoms began their 'attack' on the tsundere- lightly cupping her breasts and ass. "Le- Leo-senpai, don't be so rough."
Yelping adorably, the Redhead tried to cover up, but how could she when her dress was torn in half- split right down the middle? I pried off her hands, sinking my own into her bountiful breasts to receive delicious moans and hiccups in response. "No underwear? How naughty." I laughed, summoning a Mystic Code to hands- a zip tie which followed its Owner's will. These were mass-produced, cheap stuff which could be found anywhere- mostly used in tandem with other traps by the First-Gens.
Rin might have issues breaking out of it, but Shiro shouldn't, though just to be sure- "The safe word is: Pineapple. Now…" Licking my lips, I willed the zip-ties to restrain them both- my eyes sweeping over their bodies. It seemed my Phantoms still had the foresight to leave Rin's dress on luckily. I'd be pissed if they had taken it off- the novelty of peeling a woman's clothes was a major part of the fun after all. "Let's dig in."
"You- You perverrrt–!" The tsundere yelled, watching me unzip my pants. "Pervert?"
I repeated, "Aren't you the ones who seduced me in the first place? And besides…" Hooking her drenched panties in amusement, I flicked the bean concealed under her glistening folds. "We have barely even started and you two are already so wet… Who's the real pervert here?"
My amusement only rose when- at the mere flick of my fingers- the tsundere's back arched beautifully. Yet, I didn't stop, one hand palming Shiro's medium-sized breasts- kneading them into whichever shape I preferred, while the other softly caressed her creak- dipping in and out of her pussy.
Another advantage of having Supernatural Senses was the ability to accurately decipher body language. Through a process of trials and experimentations, I swiftly managed to find the sweet-spots on their bodies and relentlessly began my 'assault'. By the time I was done, both girls had become twitching messes under my skillful hands and still, I hadn't cum even once.
It's necessary of course, unlike Triss or even Ciri, Rin and Shiro were inexperienced-
Hell, I would go as far as to say they hadn't… Experimented at all. "This won't do."
The entrances were too tight, it'd not do if I put it in right now.
Unsatisfied, I pushed two digits into their folds and watched as they groaned- partly in an odd sort of delight, and partly because they were already sore. "You're- You are still not done?"
"It's barely been ten minutes, Rin. I haven't even taken my tool out."
Tongue lashing at her neck, I smiled wickedly.
"The fun's just begun, Rin-sensei. We still have a whole day ahead of us."