Rin washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. There was no trace of the previous night on her body, nor bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Exchanging mana for stamina was a common practice for Magi, which meant they could stay awake so long as they had energy to give. Eventually a Magus would run out of mystical energy and would have rest normally, that is, unless they had another source of energy they could drawn upon.

To say that she was conflicted about it, was the understatement of the century.

Things had gotten out of way out hand in the past months for her. She was used to being dealt bad hands, but the real problem was that she could not tell clearly what was good and what was bad anymore.

She had sold her body. There weren't two ways about it. It should have been a very bad thing but in context it had been both a necessity and a blessing.

Nonetheless she had been ashamed of it and she hated herself for putting causing the situation that led to it in the first place. In hating it she could at least hold her head up with pride knowing that she had done what was required.

But she didn't hate it for long. Gerard turned out to not to be the scum she first thought he was. He treated her with respect, listened to her concerns and support her choices.

He had become more than a friend to her, she could admit as much. She had come to consider him someone worthy of being with intimately under her extenuating circumstances and thus she forgave both him and herself for the sin she committed.

Gerard was special, therefore it was only natural that he was capable of making her forget everything and enjoy their shared intimacy.

But then things got worse and Rin found herself driven into a corner even further. Gerard, as expected, had been as helpful and forthcoming as he could in the frame of his life as a Magus. Rin had been grateful for that, if a bit reluctant in taking part in more invasive experiments. However that had been only a small step forward on the long path ahead of her.

Then Howard came along with an offer she could not refuse in exchange of something that she had given up already once.

Again she found herself doing something she wasn't supposed to like, but that fat pig fucked her brains out to a point even Gerard never did and she enjoyed nearly every second of it, drowning in pleasure under the abuse, both physical and verbal.

'I'm a whore,' she had been forced to say. It had only been a mean to stop him from saying thing she didn't want to hear, thinking that the next morning, in front of the mirror, she would be able to deny it.

But she found out that it wasn't so easy. Considering her behavior until then and the choices she had made, she couldn't really bring herself to deny it completely.

She had gone around without panties twice, and no matter how accidentally and embarrassing it had been, it had also been a thrilling experience. She had laid with two men other than his boyfriend, and she liked it more than she ever expected it.

Thinking about it, even her first time with Shirou had been enjoyable. Certainly she already loved him at that point, whether she admitted it or not, but it didn't change the fact that she had been able to achieve orgasm despite the pain and their mutual inexperience.

He was special to her, and so was Gerard, but. Howard was someone she genuinely disliked and he still rocked her world.

Did it meant that she was the kind of woman who loved sex no matter who she did it with? All evidences seem to point to that conclusion. Of course as much as she couldn't deny it, she also couldn't accept it so easily.

Rationally she was aware of her beauty since middle school, just as she was aware of how men looked at her: with lust filled eyes. She despised and looked down upon them for it, yet now she could no longer do such a thing simply because she had come to exploit their desire.

'I'm a whore.'

A painful, unacceptable truth.

She combed her hair in her trademark twin-tails and started preparing for the day. Her usual red shirt with a white cross on her chest and a black skirt, almost knee-long.

The Clock Tower was a very old-fashioned environment and the mini skirt she favored wouldn't make the best impression. All In all it was a tasteful outfit that still underline her beauty.

She stood in front of the mirror and examined herself. There was nothing exteriorly that could hint to whether she was a woman of loose morals or not, but lack of proof is not proof of lack.

So what about finding that proof once and for all? How to prove whether or not she was a lewd woman without alerting everyone of it?

She considered it for a moment... No, it was a bad idea. Still, she felt that it could give her a better insight into her own psyche. As a Magus, knowing oneself was not only recommended, it was required. If an experiment like that could help her improve as a Magus she had the duty to see it through. Yes, that was the right course of action.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered to herself. She lifted up her skirt, exposing her panties. She hesitated for a moment and then pulled them down. She picked them from the floor and tossed them behind the couch.

She gave one last look at her reflection, just a glimpse to see the blush already spreading on her face. A moment later she was out of the door.

-xXx-

Rin walked to the Underground at a sedated pace. Not because she was afraid that her skirt would flip up, her Magecraft would prevent that, but because she wanted to examine her own reactions.

Her heartbeat was slightly faster than normal, but not extraordinarily so. Perspiration was also normal. Everything was within expected parameters so far. She had come across a few people on her way, but not one so much as looked up at her. 'The preliminary observation is that merely being outdoor without underwear is sufficient to provoke any reaction.'

It was reassuring and she pressed on.

The Underground was as crowded, but not overly so. Being among so many people like that made her feel more self-conscious, but still no one paid her any attention. That was not good. If no one looked at her she could not properly gauge her reactions.

Waiting for her train to arrive, she looked at the crowd. A lot of people were with their nose into a newspaper or a book or listening to music with their headphones. No one paid her any mind.

'Look at me, damn it.' Minutes passed and no one looked in her direction. She was growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of attention.

The train arrived and she stepped inside, quickly taking a seat with her legs crossed. Soon after they were moving and still nobody glanced at her.

'Is it because I look too proper?' she wondered. 'Am I not provocative enough like this?"

She dug her nails into her purse from the frustration.

The train stopped at the next station and more passengers boarded. She scooted backward on her seat to accommodate the influx of people, and in doing so she took the chance to pull her skirt upward so that it would show as much of her legs as her miniskirt did.

Acting oblivious to how much of her skirt was exposed, Rin took a book from her purse and pretended to be reading.

Within a minute, she noticed a change. To her right a man in a business suit was glancing back and forth from her legs to his lap to avoid being caught ogling. It gave Rin a not-unpleasant bubbling in her stomach.

'That's better.'

The middle aged man to her left was pretending to be reading but his eyes were clearly looking beyond his newspaper. The bubbling became a boiling and she bit down her lip.

The young man in front of her didn't seem to care for subterfuge. He was leaning back on his seat and was openly ogling her legs. He only looked up to meet her eyes and smile. Rin looked back at her book immediately. The boiling had become pure heat and it burned deep between her legs. If she hadn't worn her bra, her nipples would probably be poking through her clothes as well.

'The preliminary observation is that exposure is a major cause of sexual excitement,' she decided, focusing on her heartbeat.

The train stopped and the majority of the people in her carriage got out, leaving just Rin and a few others, among which was the man sitting in front of her. Her stop would be next and she would have to get up and leave without showing anything more than what she already did.

"Miss," the man said leaning forward, still smiling.

"Uhm, yes?" she asked looking up at him. Was he about to be polite and tell her that her skirt had climbed up her legs. How nice of him… but also somehow disappointing.

"May I?" he reached out and plucked the book from her hands, then after turning it upside down he returned to her… in the right direction.

'….Oh my God,' she groaned inwardly, while outwardly her face was red enough to shine in the dark. She did not look up at him and she didn't say a word. She sat there awkwardly as he sat back and chuckled. Worse, there definitely was going to be a wet spot when she left her seat from how much being being seen through if not outright exposed made her feel.

'I'm a pervert and he knows it,' was the awful truth. Unnoticed by Rin, the man took a card from his pocket and put it between the pages of her book where she had hidden her face in shame.

"If you ever feel like being more… proactive, Miss, you can look up for me there."

When the train stopped, Rin dashed out of there without looking back, nearly dropping her stuff in the process.

She run like she had the hounds of hell at her heels and she flung herself into the nearest public restroom, locking the door behind her.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God," she muttered under her breath, leaning back against the door her stall. Her heart threatened to burst from her chest both from her mad escape and the excitement she felt.

She lifted up her skirt and revealed how much her arousal had dripped down her leg. Forget about leaving behind a spot, there was probably going to be a puddle back on that seat.

Gingerly Rin picked up the piece of paper the stranger gave her. It was the card of a strip club in London, the "Velvet Room."

The rush of heat at the thought of stripping and dancing naked in front of a multitude of faceless stranger was the last straw for her.

Her fingers skittered in a hurry down her body and between her legs

"Fuck!" she gasped at jolt of pleasure that shot up her spine. "Fuck!"

A finger slid between her folds effortlessly and she had to bite down her lip least she moaned out.

'Why? Why am I this turned on?' she wondered while her finger went back and forth inside her pussy, giving her a delicious tingle with each movement. 'Am I really a pervert after all?'

She continued toying with her womanhood, uncaring of the passing time. A finger became two and two became three. She was nearing the inevitable orgasm when the restroom door opened and someone walked in. In her stall, Rin froze.

The newcomers, two by the sound of their voices, were women of an age Rin couldn't identify. Not that she cared about it either. She was just waiting for them to leave, hoping they wouldn't notice her presence.

'But what if they do notice?' she wondered. 'What if they realized I'm touching myself in here?'

Her pussy clenched around her fingers at the thought. Her fear mixed with her excitement and her fingers resumed their dance.

"Hn!" Rin moaned despite herself and her heart skipped a beat when the conversation on the other side of the door halted. Still, her hand did not stop and Rin used all of her willpower to bring her skirt to her mouth and bit on that. Now with both and free she could finger her pussy and tease her pierced clitoris.

The two women resumed their conversation, dismissing their suspicions.

Slk! Slk! Slk!

In and out her fingers went, making lewd noises with each motion. Flashes of light danced in front of Rin's vision. She had already passed the point where she would have come, but she held back with everything she had because there was no way she could keep her voice down the moment it let it go.

Even then she kept tormenting herself. It was only because of her Magus upbringing that she could continue while her mind was going blank from the sensory overload.

'Go away,' she pleaded silently. 'Go away so that I can come already!'

But the two women were oblivious to her plea. They kept chattering amiably of irrelevant things while Rin kept denying herself both release and respite.

'Why am I doing something like this? Why so I feel so good acting like… like… like a slut?'

But there was no answer to that question. She could only continue fingering herself relentlessly, prey of a newfound instinct.

Her body was screaming for release while her mind was holding back with everything she had, but with each thrust that resistance, along with her mind, with breaking down little by little.

'I'm going to break at this rate. I'm breaking. I'm breaking. I'm breaking. Breaking! Breaking! Breaking! BreakBreakBreak!'

And then she lost it. Rin mouth snapped open and she allowed herself to cum to her heart content.

"Oooooh!" she cried, banging her head against the door behind her several times. To hell with whomever found out. To hell with her reputation. To hell with her pride.

She came, again and again, shame and excitement melting up inside her from the heat in her chest and pussy. It felt too good to be something bad. No, it was because it was something bad that it felt good.

It was crazy but undeniable and Rin couldn't bring herself to care about herself when her body was melting along with her mind.

Ultimately, she came down from her high enough for her brain to register that the only sound she could hear was her own ragged breath and the drops of her arousal splattering on the floor between her shaky legs.

They two women had left, Rin couldn't tell when but likely before she had screamed out. A strong sense of relief tinged with disappointment coursed through her. It was then that she finally understood beyond any possibility of denial that a part of her wanted to be found out, to be exposed.

Just thinking about it was making her uncomfortably hot again.

After adjusting herself she returned home instead of going to the Clock Tower, but she still looked noticeably disheveled, receiving more that a few curious glances on her way.

By the time she arrived home in a drunken state, panting loudly. She caught a glimpse of herself in front of the mirror and caught between curiosity and trepidation she lifted her skirt and watched exactly what kind of person she was underneath her clothes.

Her swollen labia was leaking arousal along her legs while her pierced clitoris throbbed.

"I am really a pervert," she admitted, feeling upset that she was not too upset about it. Was it because she had already realized a while ago? Was it because, deep down, she always knew?

She didn't have an answer to those questions but whatever the cause, she was still Tohsaka Rin. Even if she was a lewd, perverted woman she would still come out on top.

Her meeting with Howard was in five hours, until then, she decided that more experimentation were in order.

-xXx-

Down in his Workshop, Gerard was sipping a glass of wine, feeling inordinately pleased with himself. Part of it was because of the woman that was sucking his cock with extreme dedication. He didn't recall her name, but she was attractive enough to meet his very high standards.

No, what truly pleased Gerard was Rin's "growth". She was progressing beyond his wildest expectations. A lesser woman - hell, even a lesser man - would have long since succumbed to the amount of pleasure she had been made to withstand, but Rin took it in stride and recovered perfectly.

He knew it, because he knew everything about her. The piercing on her clitoris recorded and transmitted to him accurate data on everything she was feeling as well as her state of mind. She had been careless to accept being branded in such a manner by another Magus, but then again Gerard had built her trust in him for that specific purpose.

Now, with his Mystic Code into her never cluster he could make her feel whatever he wanted. It wasn't mind control, not really. Rin thoughts were her own, but through her piercing he could subtly influence her nervous system. It wasn't all that great when it came down to the specifics. Simply enough, when she thought something he had approved, the Mystic Code would slightly stimulate her in a pleasant manner and in the same manner it would make her feel discomfort when she did something he did not approve of.

Acting shamefully would make her inevitably horny and when faced with a difficult choice between a decent but thought solution and a simple one that involved sex and self-degradation, she would feel slightly less uncomfortable with the latter than the former.

It didn't make her decisions for her, but as far as her instinct went regarding certain matter, well, perhaps Rin shouldn't go with her gut anymore.

Naturally, all of that would have been for naught if he had not first trained her into being comfortable with her body. He had reinforced her natural horniness with normal means, just enough that she could not blame her new emotions anyone but herself. If she so much suspected foul play she would reject everything and fight back. If that happened he would have to either break her mind completely or watch his back all the time once she was free from their oath.

Gerard wouldn't allow the latter to happen and he would have prefered to avoid the former. Breaking a woman into a piece of fuck-meat was just a matter of application of effort, but Gerard didn't care for that in Rin's case. What he wanted was breaking, no, blackening her pride, filling her with lust and see what direction she would take.

Would she just vanish and become a bitch in heat, would she overcome it and remain the same, or would she become something else entirely?

That was what Gerard wanted to find out, and he would.

He had set all of his pieces accurately, after all. Even Howard was just another tool. The businessman wasn't quite his puppet, no, but he wouldn't be as good as he was with Rin or any other woman if Gerard hadn't implanted into his mind a fraction of his knowledge.

As his "emissary" of sort, Howard could inflict immeasurable pleasure to Rin without her suspecting it was all of his doing. With every common factor beside herself removed from the equation, Rin could only blame herself for what she was becoming.

At this point there was little he had to make directly to Rin beyond their planned sessions. He had to work on her circumstance if he wanted to progress her further.

Placing his wine on the table next to him, he picked up a folder and examined his contents.

"It seems like I'll have to bring you into the mix after all… Emiya Shirou."

Truly, this was his most interesting project ever.