REMEMBER: (L) in the title of a chapter means LEMONS, LIMES and other content much more MATURE than usual. This will be the last time I put up this warning. If you haven't understood it by now, just give up.
Chapter 3 - The night before school (L)
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CLANG SWISH SLASH BANG BANG CLANG
Training is tough. Pushing your body to its very limits and then going even further beyond day in and day out can take a toll on the body.
BANG FWOOSH CLANG
That is, unless you have some way to cheat... Like, say... First Magic?
"Fuck!" I curse, being knocked back by a beautiful sword, wielded by a blonde woman in blue armor. I catch myself, slamming my feet to the ground and skidding back a ways.
One of the first things I did with my magic was make myself more physically fit. I was never the strongest guy, nor was I a person with above average endurance, so- naturally- I wanted to strengthen my body.
The woman dashes at me, her body coated in pure mana.
CLANG
Our swords clash. The force behind her sudden dash and powerful blow causes me to move back, despite our swords being locked.
Another thing I did was put skills and knowledge of fighting techniques and things into my head. I had the knowledge, I had the body, I just needed the experience- to use my abilities in the throes of battle.
"HAA!" With a yell, I knock the woman's sword away from me, flowing up with an upward slash, which she deflects.
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG
Our blades clash again and again, the speed and force of the blows causing wind to kick up all around us.
The woman I'm fighting is, as you might've guessed, Saber King Arthur. Or rather, Artoria Saber. I haven't actually summoned her or anything, she's just a puppet I've made.
Our final clash causes us both to be knocked back a ways. I quickly regain my footing, twirling the demonic sword around in my hand, before dashing forward with its point aimed right at my opponent.
She may look like Artoria, have all of Artoria's skills including her battle instincts, and have Artoria's intelligence which lets her fight just as smartly as the true Artoria would, but the puppet doesn't have her personality. She's just a puppet I've ordered to fight me with full power.
The silver sword, humming with black energy, stabs into the flat of Excalibur, the blade being held horizontally as a shield. Puppet Artoria goes skidding back a ways, but I do not relent. Quicker than the eye can see, I slash the sword in an 'X' formation, firing two blasts of black energy at her. But Artoria is too great at combat, dodging them both with pure instinct. I hold the blade behind me in an underhanded grip, more and more dark energy pulsing around the Force Edge.
Of course, I've also given myself a multitude of powers from various books, tv shows, anime, etc. These have come in handy many, MANY times over the past ten years. Before I started dating Illya, I was pushing myself in a pocket dimension like this one nearly every day. Now, I've spent more of my time with her, occasionally allowing a clone to take my place if need be.
SLAAAAAASH
With a horizontal swing, the energy is released from the sword, flying at Artoria who performs a masterful high jump, leaping over the arc of blackness. Smirking as I see my opponent close in, I change my strategy.
Remember, First Magic is Denial of Nothingness. I think, therefore I am. I can make or do almost anything I desire. I don't even need to draw mana from the Root, I can just create more True Ether at will.
The demonic blade shifts into a longer blade, suddenly becoming a massive silver broadsword with a gold hand guard. It hums with purple energy as Saber and I near each other and, once again, attack each other with a whirlwind of slashes.
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG
A near-infinite number of clanging sounds ring out around the barren dimension. Excalibur and Sandalphon's blades colliding with each other, the Sword of the World and the Throne of God slamming into each other with other-worldly force. Without warning, my left hand is suddenly removed from the blade and filled with my weapon's Inversed form, Nahemah.
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG
The sounds of metal slamming against metal increase in pace as I unleash a flurry of attacks at Saber. She blocks each, but finds herself unable to match my speed. She gets pushed back a bit by one of my blows. Noticing this within the faction of a second after it happens, I pull my arms back and thrust both swords forward.
BANG
A loud sound reverberates all around as Artoria is thrown back with the sudden force of the swords' full power, unleashed in an instant. The puppet woman is unperturbed, catching herself before staring at me. Looking into each other's eyes, we know...
Time to end this.
Saber raises her holy sword upward, golden lights around the blade.
Flicking my wrists, my large swords turn into massive greatswords: Halvanhelev and Parschelev, their energy multiple times greater than before. Smirking, I slam the two blades together, causing a light to obscure their form. Pulling it out, the two blades have now formed into a single, beautiful sword...
Malkuth.
Energy coalesces around our swords, Saber's gold and Malkuth's silver. Excalibur has no advantage here as we aren't on Earth, so it isn't as strong as it would be normally.
That means...
""HAAAAAAA!""
With equal yells, we swing our swords down, gigantic, brilliant flashes of gold and silver are thrown at each other, before colliding. The gold begins to win out over the silver, but I'm not done. Pushing more mana into the blade, I fire off another shot from Malkuth, this one bigger than the last. The silver light doubles in size, overwhelming the gold and it's wielder.
For anyone curious, I programmed Saber to use Excalibur as much as she could with a fairly sizable amount of mana, she used it all in one swing, but I had more in stock.
An infinite amount.
The silver light dies down slowly and I dispel Malkuth. Halvanhelev and Parschelev were strong swords, but I had the idea to combine them not long ago, producing something INSANELY stronger than them separate: I decided to name it Malkuth.
Artoria Saber isn't the first Servant I've fought, just the most recent. You name them, I've likely fought and defeated them. EMIYA, Medusa, that French Fuck Gilles, Cú Chulainn, even that terrifying fucker Heracles, I've beaten every Servant from Fate/Zero and Stay Night. A while back, I read/watched/plopped some more Fate stuff into my head, so I also had PLENTY more opponents to fight against.
And if I got tired of Servants, I could always fight some fodder from Grand Order or something. Those Spriggans hit like goddamn trucks, let me tell ya.
Also, fuck Gilgamesh, he's nowhere near as scary as those Foreigners I've gone up against. They didn't have the connection to their Outer God, but I was able to recreate their abilities easily.
Practice, practice, practice. That's all I've done. Not just fighting Servants, but characters from various other series as well. Ever fought one of them Daedra from Elder Scrolls? What about a Pokémon, one that could kill you and not just knock your pal unconscious? I think the scariest of them was Dante. Saber had instincts and overwhelming force, but Dante was just like fighting him in Devil May Cry 4 on Must Die, except far, FAR harder. Even with his abilities limited to just his pistols and Rebellion, he still kicked my ass for a long time. But eventually, I won.
Against the variant of Dante from Devil May Cry 1. And that was without Alastor, Ifrit or his elemental Devil Triggers, just the normal DT. Ugh... not looking forward to doing any more than that, or god forbid Vergil.
On top of all of that, I've gone the Dragon Ball Z route and increased the gravity on myself. Currently, I'm dealing with fifty times Earth's gravity all day and night. It definitely teaches control and pushes yourself to your limits. You also have to force yourself to move in combat, due to being slowed by the weight.
Shit like this, and more. That's what I've been doing for a decade now. Day in and day out. Near-constant GRIND. But the results speak for themselves, I'm able to go up against Servants with pure physicality, not just by relying on my ability to create anything.
Sure, I may be wasting my time, seeing as how there hasn't been a Fifth Grail War or anything, but the fact that I'm in a timeline of Fate is enough reason to push myself like this. I'm sure assholes will be after me if my magic gets out, better to get so out of their league that they don't DARE try and fuck with me. Zelretch did it, and it's worked damn well for him.
Fuck Grail Wars. Fuck Magi. Fuck Outer Gods and TYPEs and shit like that.
I just wanna live my life with Illya and be happy.
But to do that, I need to get even stronger. I need to go even further beyond.
I sigh as I plop down on my bed, fatigue catching up with me, despite having already taken a warm shower, which helped to relieve some of it. Tomorrow's the first day of my second year of high school, and Illya's sixth and last year of elementary school. I don't feel any trepidation about it. Compared to the things I've been worried about (fucking Grail Wars), this is nothing.
Though, me being in here at this time alone IS strange. Illya has been sleeping in my room with me for the past week or so, making sure to follow me when I first come to bed. I wonder where she is. Maybe talking to Sella or Liz.
Shrugging, I clasp my fingers together and pop a few of them, the cracking noises they make pleasing to my ears and satisfying via release of the pressure. Hehehe, Illya hates it when I do that. Liz channeled a bit of her inner sadist after I started doing it more often and now she pops her fingers, making a small, yet evil grin at Illya's reaction to it.
Not much else has been going on, Illya and I went on a date yesterday then spent the rest of the evening together, hanging out. Liz has been doing her usual thing of being lazy, whereas Sella has been doing her usual thing of acting more like a typical mother than Irisviel does. I feel like one of these days, someone'll mistake Sella for our mom, or at least Illya's, seeing as how similar they look to one another, being homunculi and all- though half-homunculi in Illya's case. I made sure of that, using my magic to 'scan' our family around the time I was adopted, just to make sure of things. Sella, Liz, and Mom are definitely homunculi- a lot of their inner workings are far too... perfect compared to normal people. Illya got good genetics from Mom- not just in looks, but also down in her DNA, which is more... I suppose I could say 'streamlined' than a normal person's. Comparing a human's DNA to a homunculi's is like comparing a speedrun of a video game done by a human versus one assisted by a tool.
In other news, I've been going to Kirei's every now and again. I had gotten used to the overwhelming heat from the so-called 'Mild' variant, so I decided to go for the Spicy.
It was a mistake. I thought I knew pain, but I was only at the water's surface, nowhere near the ABYSS that is pain. That man can handle so much capsaicin, he must be fireproof. Suffice to say, I went back to eating the Mild only. I'll try that shit another day.
That damn man still gets a smile every time I show up. Whether it's from seeing his returning customer arrive or that he knows I'll be in pain very shortly, I'll never know. What I will say is that I've gotten used to him. He still manages to unnerve me every now and again, but that's just how Kirei is, I suppose. Though I can sympathize with him, it was funny seeing a person's reaction to eating the 'Mild' mapo tofu for the first time. It felt weird realizing that's the face I probably made the first time I ate it.
Back to my magic, I've continued to experiment with it in various ways, only in a pocket dimension of my own creation, as mentioned before. I also managed to open my circuits- which hurt like hell-, as well as forcibly close them again- which hurt even more. Of course, right after that, I had the idea to make it so that anyone who sensed me via magic would think I had them open. I also could've made it so that they wouldn't hurt when I opened and closed them. Oh well, hindsight is twenty-twenty and all that.
I can also use this to fake Shirou Emiya's tracing abilities. Since I have his Element/Origin of Sword- due to being 'forged' in a fire like he was, seeing as how it was a new beginning for me like it was for him-, I can get away with it without outing myself as a Mage- one who uses Magic, not to be confused with Magi, who use magecraft.
Mage and Mages, Magus and Magi. Those are the plurals. Remember that kids, you'll be quizzed on it later.
Chuckling at my stupid little joke, I mull my thoughts of the future over as I lay on my bed, placing my hands between my head and my pillow. I shut my eyes and sigh, shifting a bit against the soft bed as I relax more and more. I'll just wait a bit longer for Illya to-
click
I crack an eye open, seeing my door open. Illya enters the room, wearing a t-shirt and short shorts. VERY short shorts. I have to focus so I can tear my gaze away from her pale thighs as she shuts the door behind her.
"Yo." I say, simply.
"Hey." She says, simply. "Sorry I took so long, I..."
"Hm?" I hum, noticing her hesitation. "Somethin' on your mind?"
"W-Well, it's just... I wanted to do something with you, but... uh..." She stammers, her face gradually growing redder and redder with each word.
I sit up and face her a bit better. "Illya. Take your time."
She also exhales slowly, calming herself. "I-I wanted to do more... n-naughty... things..." She says, shyly. Good lord, she is adorable.
I smile. "Then why're you so nervous?"
Because I wanted to do more than just th-the usual..." She says. "I wanted to use m-my mo-mouth..."
"You are so cute." I say, causing her to let out a small squeak in embarrassment. "C'mere." I beckon.
She shyly walks over to me and sits down next to me.
smooch slurp shlurp smack smooch
We both instantly and instinctually grab each other's faces and kiss, our tongues wrestling in the middle once more. After minutes of this, we part, breathing heavily. God, I love doing this with her.
I decide to do something I haven't done before and lift up her shirt in one swift motion. Illya is shocked by this turn of events, but grabs a hold of the shirt, making sure it doesn't fall from around her neck, doing so almost instinctually. I grab a hold of her cute stomach with one hand in order to balance myself as I lean forward and wrap my lips around one of her cute nipples.
"Wha! O-Onii-chan!" She cries, shocked and aroused by my action.
I grab her other boob with my free hand, caressing the small lump gently.
suck slurp shlurrrp suck
My tongue coils around her nipple in it's new home inside my mouth. Illya whimpers and trembles a bit from the sensation. After a bit of this, I relent.
pop!
The sound is made by her nipple coming free from my mouth. I release her other boob and stomach as well, leaning back in the process.
"Eh? Why did you stop?" Illya asks, almost begging me to continue as she makes this pathetic face.
"Because you wanted to do something new." I say. "This was simply me wanting to do something new. I've wanted to suck on your cute tits for a while now." Her face burns a brighter crimson at that. "So go ahead, do what you wanna do."
"O-Okay, than." She says, anticipation in her eyes. "The-Then, could you... take o-off your clothes?"
She says that, but I'm only wearing pajama pants and underwear. I let out a chuckle and stand up. "If you insist." I pull down my pants, once again causing the girl to blush brighter. These muscles are paying off in more than one way, seeing as how Illya gets whenever she sees them. She crawls over a bit as I toss the pants onto a chair, getting closer to me. Before I can pull off my underwear, she grabs them and pulls them down.
fwap
My rock solid dick flies out from my underwear and slaps against Illya's face without warning.
"...Heh?!" She stares at it for a moment, before squealing, tearing herself away from me. I just chuckle and pull my boxers off completely, bending down to ensure they don't get caught on my feet.
"Now what?" I ask my blushing and wide eyed girlfriend, nonchalantly as can be.
"Ne-Next... Sit down..." She stutters. I comply, sitting down on my bed, my cock still standing at attention. The albino girl crawls to the end of the bed and stands up on the floor, before crouching a bit in front of my legs. My bed isn't very tall, but Illya is quite short- standing at only a hundred and thirty-three centimeters, or slightly over four feet and four inches-, so kneeling would make her face my balls dead on. By bending her knees slightly, she's able to stare down my cock.
Speaking of staring, all she's doing now is exactly that- staring at the throbbing thing with wide eyes, face the same shade of red as those eyes, and... is she drooling? I suppose it makes sense, she's never gotten that close to it before, but still, drooling? Really? I don't get like that around her, do I?
...Do I?
...
...I do, don't I?
Illya breathes heavily, before issuing another 'command'. "J-Just stay still now, Onii-chan..."
"As you wish." I smile.
Her face moves closer to my cock, I can now feel her breath on it. She moves closer and closer, her mouth opening wider and wider as she does. Her tongue begins to spill out from within and eventually-
shlurrrrrrrrrrrrp
-she places her tongue against the base of my shaft and licks upwards, all the way up the entire length of the thing. I suppress a shudder as her wet, warm, tiny tongue slowly moves upwards. I fail to suppress another as it reaches the head and tip. She seems to notice this and giggles a bit with her tongue pressed against the tip of my cock like it's a cold flagpole in winter. She moves closer, bringing her lips to the tip-
smooch
-and giving it a small kiss, only moving her tongue away once her lips have connected. She pulls away, before kissing it again, pressing her lips against it while she swirls her tongue around. As she does this, she reaches her right hand up and wraps it around my dick, just under the head while her other hand grabs onto the base of the shaft. All ten of her fingers move up and down my shaft as she kisses and licks the tip. The pleasure is... far more intense than when she was simply jerking me off.
smooch lick slurp smack
She continues to focus on my tip, licking and peppering it with kisses, her small mouth almost magnetized to it. I can only lean back and watch as she goes to town on me, my cute little Illya.
Without a word, she changes her mind, removing her hand from under the head, but leaves her other hand around the base, steadying it as she places her lips on the tip before moving down. Slowly but assuredly, she moves down. I feel her warm, wet lips and tongue engulf more and more of my dick, the head son disappearing into her tiny mouth. Down and down she moves, centimeter after centimeter of my dick disappearing into her mouth, until-
"MMHPH!"
-she hits her limit, triggering her gag reflex. She doesn't bite down, just pulls up a bit, albeit rather quickly.
"E-Easy." I stutter, despite not meaning to, her mouth feeling AMAZING around my cock. "You don't have to swallow the damn thing. Just take as much as you can."
Illya looks at me with pouty eyes, her mouth unable to show the same emotion.
"It's fine." I say, knowing what she wants to do. "You fe-feel amazing already. Take your time."
She blinks, before letting out a small affirmative hum, muffled by my dick. Slowly, she moves her head upwards, before stopping just before I can see the head. Then, she moves down again, a bit faster this time, stopping well before the spot where she gagged. Then up. Then down. Then up again. Then down again.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
Illya continues to bob her head on my dick- her lips wrapped around it entirely, her tongue being dragged along against the length of it, her warm and wet mouth feeling downright heavenly, seeing waves of the pleasure all over my body. She keeps that hand around the base of the shaft too. Her mouth only was able to go down to just past halfway, so she's kept her hand there, rotating it back and forth around the shaft, only adding to the pleasure.
Suddenly, she pauses her head's movement at the apex of her movement, before swirling her mouth around the tip and just under the head as she locks her ruby red eyes onto mine.
...Good fucking lord, that's hot.
She lets out a pleased hum as I lift a hand, shaky from the pleasure, and run my fingers through her soft hair. She really loves that, huh? I rest my hand on her head as she stills her tongue and begins to bob up and down again, not pushing or pulling her head at all, simply letting the hand rest there.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.
She continues her assault on my dick, her mouth, tongue and hand moving faster and faster. A familiar pressure begins to build from within.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
I clench a bit as the pressure builds and builds.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
Illya moves faster and faster.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
It continues to feel better and better, despite all logic.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
My hand on her head clenches, grabbing a hold of her hair as I grit my teeth.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. UP! DOWN!
spuuuuuuuuuurt
"MMMHMMMMPPPPHHHHH?" Illya lets out a surprised cry as her cheeks bulge and her eyes widen, her mouth being filled with cum. The volume of cum I can produce still surprises me, it's far more than it was in my past life, but now? It's enough to cause Illya's cute cheeks to bulge and still have some spill out from between her lips and my cock. It dribbles down, landing on her hand, still wrapped around the base of the shaft.
My hands clench, the one on her head not as tightly since I managed to control the damn thing. My teeth grit together as pleasure racks my body, the orgasm far more intense than any I've felt before.
After both of us manage to calm down and breathe- Illya exclusively doing so from her nose-, she does the thing I expected the most.
gulp gulp gulp
Slowly but steadily, the tiny girl swallows all of the cum in her mouth, one bit at a time. Eventually, she swallows it all, before slowly raising her head up. Eventually, I manage to see the head of my dick emerge-
pop!
-before a popping sound is made by Illya's lips parting from my dick. But she doesn't stop, opting to voraciously dive down and lick the cum from her hand and on the lower part of my shaft, causing her to resemble a starving animal of some sort.
slurp shlurp shluck shuck shlurrrp
She laps up every last bit of cum that's left, greedily swallowing it all down. Then, there is no more. She blinks, looking at my cock, now softened a bit, through no fault of her own. She looks up and me and her expectantly asks, "Did that feel good, Onii-chan?"
I smile and say, "Yes. It was amazing, Illya. Your mouth felt amazing."
Illya beams at me, an almost blinding smile on her cute face, flushed red and stained with traces of tears, spit and cum. It's beautiful in its own strange way.
"That means it's my turn, huh?" I ask. Every time we've fooled around, we've been fair to one another- she jerks me off, then I finger her. She's used her mouth on me, so it's only fair I do the same.
She stills, face reddening upon realization, before she nods.
"Sit up here." I order lightly. The tiny girl then stands back up, before sitting down on the bed. I get up and kneel in front of her. She's horribly embarrassed, seeing as how she's keeping her legs glued together. I smile and grab a hold of her soft, pale legs, spreading them apart, revealing her short shorts, stained wet. "Wow, you reeeeally enjoyed sucking me off, huh?"
"Onii-chan!" She whines, covering her face with her hands.
I let out a 'Hmph' as I smile, before reaching forward and grabbing onto her shorts, pulling them down along her beautiful legs. As I pull them past her feet, I toss them onto the rotating chair in front of my desk, on top of my pants and underwear. I turn back to see her green striped panties, stained even more so than her shorts are. I grab them and pull them down, a string of liquid connecting them to her convex pussy, before it breaks. She lets out a soft moan at the fabric being disconnected from her snatch. I pull them past her feet and toss them onto the chair as well. She takes the time to take off her shirt as well, tossing it towards the chair, but missing it by just a bit, causing the fabric to hit the chair a bit before landing on the ground. She pouts at this.
I smile at her expression, then look back down and stare at her pink flower, closed and expanded with excitement, before reaching forward and pulling the lips apart. Illya whines again at the sensation. I then take my index fingers and grab a hold of the entrance to her tunnel, pulling it open, eliciting a moan from the cute girl. I then add my middle fingers to the mix, pulling her pussy open, before relaxing it again. Illya begins to breathe heavily, her eyes shut.
Heh, now's my chance.
While her eyes are shut, I lean forward and kiss her pussy. Her ruby red eyes fly open as she gasps loudly, looking at me with shock. I just look up at her and smirk, before French kissing her cunt.
slurp shlurp shlick shlack
My tongue dances around the entrance to her walls, making all sorts of wet and lewd sounds, much to my enjoyment. Illya continues to let out small pleasurable sounds as my tongue violates her insides. Then, I strike, thrusting my tongue forward as far as it can go inside of her.
"Guh?!" She lets out a choked gasp as it hits deeper into her. My tongue begins to rampage around inside of her wildly, every last part of her insides that I can reach are licked THOROUGHLY. She tastes... strangely sweet, albeit with a strange and indescribable tang. It makes me understand why she loves tasting my cum, her juices are addicting.
I use my fingers on both hands to pull on her lower lips, stretching them out over and over again. Illy continues to let out cute little mewls over and over again as I relentlessly attack her cunt. She leans back, using her elbows to keep herself upright as she begins to breathe with her mouth open, all but panting like a dog. Deciding to switch up things a bit, I pull my mouth away from her tunnel and instead move up a bit and suck on her pink clit.
"Ah-AH!" She moans loudly at the sensation. I stick some fingers and inside of her again and move them back and forth while I suckle on her most sensitive part. She leans her head back as she continues to make lewd gasps and such.
After a minute of this, I swap, opting to tongue her insides, only this time my hands are attacking her clit, rubbing, squeezing, and pulling on the sensitive nub.
"O-Onii-AAH!" She squeals again as pleasure racks her body over and over again. Illy squirms a bit, her muscles clenching all over her body, especially around my tongue. Her walls attempt to trap my tongue within, but I don't stop, using some magic on the thing to strengthen it, allowing me to continue violating her insides. Her clit also clenches, growing harder and harder within my grasp.
"Haah... Haah... Haah!" Illya breathes more and more heavily as I continue. Soon, it becomes too much to bear. "Onii... ONII-CHAN!"
As she shouts that, her walls tighten around my tongue like never before, juices suddenly shooting out from within, splashing all around my mouth. Her teeth grit, eyes clench shut, hands grasp the sheets of the bed tightly, and legs clamp around my head with a surprising amount of strength. I breathe through my nose as I find myself unable to do so with my mouth, trapped around her pussy and in between her legs. Thankfully, I've trained my body like I have or her legs would've hurt.
After a minute, she calms down, releasing her grasp on me as her muscles stop convulsing. Her strength gives out as she falls onto her back, breathing heavily.
"It was good, huh?" I ask, smirking.
"Y-Yeah..." She breathes out, clearly exhausted. "It felt... wayyy too good."
I just shake my head with a smile, using a bit of magic to discreetly clean her fluids from my hands and face. I then stand back up climb onto the bed before laying down on my back. Illya manages to regain a bit of strength, rotating herself around to cuddle up against my side, a satisfied smile on her face.
"I'm so glad I decided to do this." She breathes.
"I agree. I've never felt that good before." I admit. "Though, it feels even better considering someone I love so much did that."
My sister gasps in realization. "That makes sense! It's because we love each other that it felt better than it would have otherwise!"
"Mmhm." I hum with a nod. "I love you, imouto."
She stills, a silly smile on her face. I rarely call her that, after all, usually opting to just call her by name. "I love you too, Onii-chan."
smooch
The two of lean towards the other and share a quick, chaste kiss. We're both too tired to go any further. Wordlessly, we agree to finish up. I lean back against my pillow as Illya snuggles closer to me.
The two of us quickly fall asleep, wrapped not only in the softness of the bed, but the warmth and love of each other.
BONUS: FGO - Pretender Shirou's Arrival
After learning about Chaldea when I forced the knowledge of it into my head as a teenager, I never figured I'd actually end up here. Never mind that I'm a Pretender-class Servant.
It adds up.
That's how I found myself escorted around the Antarctic base by a female Ritsuka, who asked (read: ordered) me to call her Gudako, and the cute purplette named Mash.
"So what's our next stop?" I ask, walking alongside the two.
"Next would be the cafeteria, Pretender." Mash says.
"I told ya, just call me Shirou. This ain't a Grail War, so I don't need to hide my name." I say, already hating that shtick.
"A-Alright, Shirou-san." Mash stutters, blushing. Way too cute.
"Eh, Mash is just too polite sometimes." Gudako shrugs. "Anyway, it's almost lunch, so there oughta be a few Servants for you to meet."
I suddenly feel a touch excited and wary. "Well, what're we waitin' for?" I smile.
"Fou!" Ah, right, I almost forgot about the Beast of Humanity that's riding on my shoulder.
A moment later, we arrive at the cafeteria to find many Servants loitering around, waiting for food. Gudako, energetic girl that she is, proudly announces to them all, "Hey, everyone! I summoned another Servant!"
Eyes snap to me. Fou hops over to Mash's shoulder. I lazily raise a hand, saying, "Yo."
Gudako looks at me, aghast. "Come on! Is that it?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Yes. Yes it is."
The orangette just pouts an incredibly cutely pout.
I look back to the Servants gathered. Artoria and Artoria Alter look at me in recognition, but hesitate, noticing I'm not their Shirou. Cú Chulainn and Sasaki Kojirou both raise an eyebrow, looking at me with interest, as they also notice I'm different. Ibaraki-douji and Jack the Ripper look at me like excited children, meeting someone new. Shuten-douji looks at me like a piece of meat. Archer Gilgamesh just ignores me with his eyes shut, clearly not caring who is summoned. Enkidu- sat next to his friend- smiles and waves at me, nice as he can be.
"Oh, another one? Who is- URK?!"
Looking to the side, I find EMIYA, having left the kitchen before looking at me with wide eyes.
"Snnk." I suppress a snicker. "Hey, nice apron." I say, referring to the pink apron he's wearing. If only it said 'JUICY', that'd be hilarious.
The tan man grimaces, before sighing in a combination of relief and exhaustion. "Well, at least you're not THAT version of him."
"Small mercies, huh?" I smile.
"I suppose so." Archer says, relaxing his posture.
"It's another Faker. What does trading one for another change?" Gilgamesh pipes up, eyeing me. "It's just another worthless mongrel."
I raise an eyebrow.
He takes this as a challenge. "Oh?" He asks, getting up and walking over to me. "You look like you have something to say, Faker. More worthless drivel about being a Hero of Justice?" He says, attempting to be intimidating, seeing as how he's a few inches shorter than I, at around five foot-eight or so.
I close my eyes and slowly inhale through my nose, exhale slowly through my mouth, and finally open my eyes and look him dead in the eye.
"I don't much like the tone of your voice." I say, simply, before holding my hand up, as though holding a cup from beneath. Then, I twist my wrist around.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Gilgamesh shouts as loud as he can as he crumples to the floor. His voice near the end becomes a bit higher.
Everyone's eyes bulge out of their heads, just like Gil's does from the pain.
I then bend down. "Don't fuck with me. Know your fucking place, trash." I say, before spitting on his golden armor.
He simply growls in pain. I turn around back to Gudako, Mash, and Fou, all flabbergasted.
"Sh-Sh-Shirou-san... What... was THAT?!" Mash asks.
"Yeah, you dropped him like a sack of potatoes without even touching him!" Gudako cheers.
"Fou kyuu!" Fou adds, actually saying 'That was hilarious!'.
"It was a simple trick of mine, called-"
"You damn...!" But Gilgamesh interrupts me. "I won't forget this, Faker...!"
Then, I turn around dramatically. "TESTICULAR TORSION!" I declare, rotating my wrist again.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" The golden Archer screams again.
EMIYA is smirking. The Artorias are trying to hide their laughter, whereas Kojirou and Cú and laughing their asses off. Ibaraki and Jack are laughing like kids. Shuten is giggling behind her hand. Enkidu is worried for his friend, but clearly knows that he's in the wrong here.
Turning back, Fou and Mash are snickering, whereas Gudako is laughing boisterously.
"C'mon, let's see the rest of that tour." I say to them.
"A-ha-ha-after that, I'll give you the best tour ever!" Gudako says, calming down.
All in all, it was a good introduction to Chaldea. As it turns out, gold Gil is hated by a lot of Servants, so I earned a lot of good will with that show.
New AN
So, I've begun rewriting this. I realized I fucked up with Shirou being too passive, so this is a new beginning.
Expect things to go different from the original. Sorry if anyone liked the old version better.
These first three chapters haven't be much different, but the next one will see changes. Trust me, it ain't gonna be exactly the same. No more passivity from Shirou.
Original AN
Next time is the beginning of Prisma Illya. I've been generous with the lemons, but expect less of them for a while.
How was this second lime? Was it good? Share you thoughts, please!
Your responses on the smut last time really made me happy, seeing as how it was my first time writing smut of any kind. Thank you all for the kind words and such.
There won't be anymore smut for a while, seeing as how next time we begin canon.
To all haters: Please continue to cope and seethe in the comments. Remember, I run on hatred and spite.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and look forward to the next!