Rin was diligently taking notes in class, while the professor droned on about the applications of binding seals on spirits and familiars.

She wasn't particularly interested in the topic per se, but having been a Master in the Holy Grail War and possessing two Command Seals to a still living Servant she had a personal investment in the subject.

Not that the teacher was telling her anything that she didn't already know, mind you.

In fact, the only thing remotely interesting was Gerard's attendance, which was completely unexpected.

What interest did he held in spiritual binding? Did he have a familiar of his own? And if that was the case, what kind of creature had he bound? She never heard him speak of it, but then again it wasn't like Magi were precisely forthcoming with information about their craft.

She gave a mental shrug and resumed paying attention to the lesson, which continued to be a mind-numbing experience altogether.

Inevitably, her mind shifted to more interesting lines of thought, namely the enlightening experience of the previous two weeks.

Every night, Howard fucked her relentlessly and for all that she despised the man for his character, she had to admit that he knew what he was doing. He was still an intolerable fat-ass and Rin didn't want to spend more time with him than what he paid her for.

Speaking of being paid, Rin was conflicted. In her mind, selling her body was a degrading thing. Even with a greater cause behind her decision it still weighed heavily on her mind and enjoying it did the opposite of easing her conscience.

For she did enjoy it.

She couldn't explain why, but even though she felt bad about it, it didn't change the fact that the… the... degrading commoditization of her body ignited a fire inside her.

Maybe it was because making money had always been a challenge for her due to the heavy financial toll of her craft, as well as her own insecurities about her beauty.

Knowing that people were willing to part with hefty sums of money just to have sex with her scratched two of her most pressing itches simultaneously. Three, if she considered the brain-melting sex she got out of it.

Even now, thinking about it made her heart flutter. Whether she approved of herself or not, it didn't change the fact that she loved the act itself. As such, no matter how much she hated Howard, she still relished every minute of his ravishing her along with each penny he gave her.

'Just like a whore.'

Even thinking of herself in such terms had become a trigger to her arousal and she had to employ all of her mental discipline to steer her thoughts back to the lesson in front of her, lest she'd make a spectacle of herself in class. It was not an easy feat.

When it was finally over, Rin quickly left her seat finding herself falling in step with Gerard on her way out of the classroom.

"I'll see you later today, Rin?" he asked casually.

"Of course," she replied evenly. "Early afternoon works for you?"

"Sure. I'll be waiting," he said with a nod before making a turn into another direction. Rin watched him go, unconsciously licking her lips. It would be another profitable afternoon for her, no doubt about it.

The rest of the morning was a flurry of activity. She attended all of her on-going projects and she was very satisfied with the results. Her assistants were driven and more than capable enough to see through the day to day operations without her constant supervision. A few individuals were more talented that others and she would have to take them aside and task them with supervising in her stead.

That left her more time for other, less resource consuming tasks, among which was her own personal Magecraft.

Lately her Mana was flowing more naturally and each spell required less of an effort on her part. The increased performance wasn't anything staggering in comparison to her overall capacity, but it was still worth noting.

She could not help but chalk it up to her recent process of self-discovery, as she called it. Being more in touch with herself, the inward journey that was the act of casting spells was had also become simpler, but what was she supposed to think of that?

If every sacrifice was acceptable for the sake of advancing Magecraft then, as a Magus, she shouldn't be regretting the acts she had done?

… Did it mean she should relish in them even further?

It was both a scary and enticing possibility at the same time.

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"Welcome home, Rin," the King of Knights greeted when the Magus crossed the threshold of their apartment. "How was your morning?"

"Mostly boring," she had no problem admitting. "Aren't you working today, Saber?"

"It's my day off."

"Uh… did you change your shift or something?" Rin asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I didn't notice."

"Not surprising, since you have been coming home less and less," the Servant chided.

"Hm, sorry about that. It's a difficult time at the Clock Tower. I've got so many things going on that I can make barely time to sleep."

"You should take better care of your health, Rin. You should get out more often."

"Ah, don't worry," she waved her hand in dismissal. "I don't actually spend all my time cooped up in my laboratory. I have a couple of business deals going on around the city, so I get to get out often enough."

"That's good, but you should still rest more. Speaking of which, what are these business deals you have been carrying on?"

"A joint research with a fellow Magus primarily. Then I'm often seeing a jeweler over an exchange agreement."

"… Is this Magus somebody you can trust?"

"Gerard? Of course he is."

"Gerard…?" Saber blinked, then frowned. "That foul man that always tried to approach you? What are you doing with that scoundrel?" The disapproval in her voice was unmistakable.

'Crap', Rin swore inwardly. She hadn't meant to mention him by name. She had forgotten how she used to think of him and lowered her guard around the topic, forgetting that Saber's opinion was still the same. Not to mention her slip up came dangerously close to infringing on the geass that bound them.

"He's not nearly as bad as I thought he was, really," she laughed. "He's a womanizer to be sure, but he's actually a pretty nice guy when you get to know him."

Saber stared at her intently. "If you are sure."

"I am, don't worry. How is your job going by the way?"

"I got a raise," the Servant said noncommittally. "I also get to work a few more hours."

"Really? That's great," Rin exclaimed, genuinely happy for her lover. Saber's personality didn't make getting along with her very easy. Rin was afraid that Saber would lose her job the first time anyone said something that hurt her pride in any measure. Knowing that she was fitting in the modern era eased the worry she had over her well-being.

Had she been paying more attention she might have noticed Saber's stiffness while speaking of her job. As it stood, Rin was too relieved of having dodged a bullet to notice Saber's own reaction.

On her part Saber wasn't happy at all. That Magus, Gerard, reminded him too much of that other unpleasant fellow from the War, Matou Shinji. Then again, Rin was not a fool and she always took every conceivable precaution when dealing with others. Could it be that her concerns were completely unfounded?

Perhaps, but even if there was nothing to worry about on that front, Saber was still feeling guilty over keeping her new job a secret from Rin, and with her Master absences she felt like they were growing apart with each passing day.

Once again she was falling short. Once again she was letting down the people that were counting on her. She would do anything conceivable to help Rin and Shirou but as it stood, as a king and a knight both, she was completely useless.

At the very least, thanks to her labor, she was not a financial burden and contributed to their mutual livelihood. A small consolation to be sure, but one that Saber held onto dearly.

Still, she would have to keep her eyes open for anything amiss with her Master. The manipulations of Magi were neither evident nor immediate, after all.

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Rin stood at a figurative crossroad if front of the bathroom mirror. For days now she had acknowledged that a part of her was far lewder than she would have been willing to admit.

That revelation had been a… mixed blessing. She still clung to the morald she had been brought up with, but at the same time she was faced with the irrefutable intensity of her own feelings, as well as the practical advantages she received from exploring them.

Therefore, she was faced with a critical decision. Holding back or explore further? Caution warred with curiosity and excitement in her mind.

She had already changed, she knew that much. The Rin of a few months prior would have balked at seeing her now, but the old Rin was also very ignorant of her own self.

The present Rin knew herself better, but at the same time admitted that she didn't know herself fully yet. Would she err on the side of caution or would she dare take another step in an unknown direction?

She pondered it for a while and ultimately the thing that tipped the scale was none other that Gerard. After all he had done for her, he deserved a small reward, and she knew both of them would appreciate it.

So she pulled down her panties and threw them in the hamper, before straightening her her clothes. She put on her old outfit, with the black miniskirt, the red shirt with the white cross emblazoned and the thigh-high socks that complimented her legs so perfectly. The only difference from the usual get up where the five inches heel-shoes she put at her feet, which made her legs look longer and suppler than they already were.

A daring, but not indecent look. Beside the fact that her bare sex was hidden by just a few scant inches of skirt, that is.

Already her heartbeat accelerated at the prospect of walking out like that. Her reflection in the mirror sported a faint blush, but also a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She wondered how Gerard would react once he found out. He certainly had liked sending her away from their sessions like that a couple of times. Would he enjoy seeing her arrive in a similar state just as much?

She could already imagine the surprised look on his face as well as his cock stretching his pants at the sight of her. She would saunter to him seductively and free his member from the constraint and-

And she was getting worked up all by herself again, she noticed when her brushed subconsciously against her breasts. Her erect nipples were pushing painfully against her already tight bra. Strange, it used to fit so well before. Oh well, it wasn't like she would be keeping it on much longer anyway.

With one last once over she left the bathroom.

"Saber, I'm going out," she called. Her Servant's head poked out of their room.

"Are you going to be back for dinner, Rin?"

"Sorry, Saber I don't think I'll be back before tomorrow. Enjoy your day off, will you?"

"Yes, of course, but… Rin, are you going out like that?"

"What?" Rin almost yelped, heart leaping into her throat. "What's wrong with my outfit?"

"Is it, I don't know, proper?"

"Why wouldn't it be? Don't you remember? I used to wear it all the time, dummy."

"Yes, well, I just haven't seen you wearing it in a while. It caught me by surprise, that's all."

"I just felt like it," she shrugged. Her stomach was twisting into boiling knots. Under the skirt, her pussy begun to moisten at the prospect of being found out by her girlfriend.

"Oh. Well, if you are sure, it's fine. It looks very good on you."

That compliment was a saving grace for Rin, because her face had gotten extremely flushed and she could pass it off as being flustered over the praise.

"T-thank you, Saber. I got to go now. See you tomorrow."

It took all of her self-control not to run out of the apartment. Only when the sliding doors of the elevator closed behind her, she let out a relieved breath.

"Wow," she muttered in a shaken chuckle, holding a hand above her chest. "That was intense."

And wrong. Very, very wrong.

She had deliberately left her girlfriend behind to cross the city in an indecent state for the purpose of cheating on her with a man that her girlfriend despised.

And it made her unbearably horny.

The vague sense of guilt she felt over it was the backdrop that exalted the intensity of her own arousal.

It was madness. Utter and senseless madness. She was going crazy, there weren't two ways about it. She had to stop immediately or she risked losing herself completely.

Except that she couldn't. She was already committed to a path, bound by geass, pride, necessity and duty.

Besides, hadn't she already decided that it was fine to enjoy herself? So long as Saber didn't find out,everything would be fine.

Right, she only had to watch out not to let herself be swept away and everything would work out in the end. With her worries eased, she strode into the streets of London with renewed confidence.

She felt the stares of many upon her skin and her arousal thrived under the attention. What had gotten into her? She was never like that. Or was she? After all it wasn't like she didn't purposely wear that skirt to show off her legs when she was younger. it was her strongest asset and she was proud of them.

Maybe deep down she was always seeking the attention. Perhaps she had more reason for wanting to be the school idol that she was aware of at the time.

Maybe she always wanted to be looked at, she always wanted to be lusted after.

She felt beautiful and powerful like never before. This newfound confidence was like a dark nectar that addled her mind and left her wanting for more. And she would have more very soon, she knew.

By the time she arrived at the station, her arousal was running down her leg, soaking the cotton of her socks.

Would anyone notice?

'I want them to notice. I want them to look at me.'

It took a conscious effort to stay her hands. It was just a matter of minutes, she told herself, then she would be at Gerard's place and he would give her what she craved most.

The train ride felt painstakingly slow compared to the usual, maybe because she had never been so eager arrive before.

Thinking back at the first time she went to his Workshop, Rin felt pretty silly. Back then she used to have such a low opinion of him that she felt pretty bad about her treatment of him.

Maybe she had apologize to him? Possibly.

She could already imagine how and in great detail too. On her hands and knees, crawling up to him with a demure expression, asking what she could ever do to make him forgive her. And of course there was just no way he would forgive her easily. He would have to punish her somehow. A Magus pride demanded nothing less.

'Oooh, I'm making myself hot and bothered all on my own,' she thought, squirming in her seat. If she had been at home, or anywhere remotely private, she would have already been toying with herself, letting her fingers loose on paths she had grown very familiar with.

But she would be nowhere close to a private place until she arrived at Gerard's Workshop.

… except that there wasn't anyone currently in her carriage, courtesy of Gerard's Magecraft having compelled all passengers to change carriage as the train got closer to one of the entrances.

She was all alone in there, with nothing other than her own arousal and itchy fingers to keep her company.

'No, no, no,' she scolded herself. Even if there wasn't anybody, she shouldn't be doing things like that in a public place.

Except that she was already walking around in a short skirt without nothing underneath for the thrill of it. Compared to that, surely a bit of harmless fun where nobody would see her wasn't as bad.

That's right, so long as nobody found out, the place was immaterial. And nobody would ever know that she, Tohsaka Rin, was the kind of woman that was willing masturbate on a public vehicle.

So it was perfectly fine if she just slid out a bit down her seat, spreading her legs open. The last time she had done something vaguely close to that, men were practically devouring her with their eyes.

It felt so empowering, knowing that showing just a bit of her skin would make people's mind spin. How many of them would return home to jerk off to the memory of her perfect figure? How many would lie with their girlfriends and wives, wishing it was Rin in their place?

All of that without the smallest effort on her part.

Her fingers were about to reach down her skirt when the train stopped suddenly. Rin groaned and got up to her feet, stepping down the train into the dark maze to Gerard's Workshop.

Her heels clacked rapidly on the concrete as she made her way through the darkness, belaying her badly concealed hurry. When she finally stood in front of the door she took a calming breath before stepping inside.

"Hello Rin," Gerard greeted. "You're late. I almost thought something had happened."

"Am I?" she smiled coyly. "Dear me, we should make up for the lost time then."

She stepped in front of him while he looked at her up and down. She pulled him into a deep kiss as their hand roamed all over each other. She felt him stiffen in more than one way when his hands groped her ass from beneath the skirt.

"Forgot something today, Rin?" he asked with a smirk. "How very clumsy of you."

"It's not like I did it for you, you idiot," she snapped, red-faced. "I just got tired of having to take them on and off all the time."

"Ah. A matter of efficiency, I see."

"Exactly," she confirmed.

"And I suppose that you being soaking wet down there is a completely unrelated issue," he remarked sarcastically as his finger slid inside her well oiled pussy without effort, drawing a gasp and a shudder from Rin.

"S-shut up and do something about it already then."

"By all means," he chuckled, "your wish is my command."

He lifted her and sat her on the table, sending all manners of items scattering on the ground.

"Show me," he told her with a voice that brooked no arguments and that sent shivers down her spines.

Gingerly, she lifted her skirt and presented her sex, swollen and wet to his hungry eyes. He buried his face between her legs and savored her nectar without preamble. Rin merely sighed and then moaned as his expert tongue roamed her most private place. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair and wrapping her legs around his legs, Rin melted under the onslaught reaching her climax in less than a minute.

Yet, for all the pleasure that he gave with her mouth, it wasn't nearly enough to sate her. What she wanted, what she craved, was further down on his body.

So it was not surprising that upon his standing back on his feet, it was her that fell to her knees freeing the erect shaft from its cage of clothes only to trap it into the soft grip of her lips.

She released a sigh of satisfaction upon its scorching heat and steel-like firmness slid into her in her mouth first and then deeper until it was filling her throat. As usual, Gerard could not help himself and begun thrusting back and forth with his hips, firmly holding her head in place.

'Yes!' she cheered inwardly. 'Fuck my throat, just like that.'

This was without a single doubt not the reciprocation of his earlier ministration. While before he was pleasing her body now he was merely using it and between the two the latter was far more arousing and satisfying to Rin.

To be taken, used like a commodity, treated like a slut good for nothing other than pleasing cocks made her mind go blank and her pussy clench like a vice grip around the fingers she had plunged inside herself without even thinking about it.

There were tears streaming down her face and oxygen was a short lived luxury but Rin didn't care about anything other than sucking on that piece of meat. She pinched her clit and tugged at her piercing, sending bolts of pure fire into her brain, climaxing several times all on her own.

It was utterly depraved and absolutely demeaning but to Rin it was pure heaven..

'This is who I really am,' she decided unable to lie to herself any further. 'I'm a whore. A dirty cock-sucking slut. I'm sorry Saber, Shirou. I'm sorry, but I LOVE IT!'

At that moment, Gerard pulled out of her mouth abruptly, leaving her gaping and breathing raggedly.

"Gerard?"

"Open wide, Rin," he told her. "Stick your tongue out."

In her haze she did as she was told and he cupped her chin gently, aiming his cock at the waiting opening. With a last stroke he came, shooting thick ropes of cum into her mouth.

Rin's eyes widened. With her mouth and tongue in that position she could not swallow and his semen kept pooling into her. This was different than just swallowing it because his cock was already into her throat.

It was the same as telling her to drink his cum as a completely separate act from the blowjob. She didn't understand the meaning of it but she did not reject it either. She had long learned to tolerate the taste of semen, although she never had to withstand it for long.

He released her and she immediately swallowed his load in one big gulp. The combination of heat and mana burned its way down her throat like a hard liquor and settled into her stomach with a pleasant warmth.

Her eyes fluttered and she kissed the last drops of semen from his still erect dick without even noticing.

'Wow,' she thought, 'I could definitely learn to appreciate something like that.'

"Not bad, huh?" he asked as he watched her kiss his cock clean with borderline reverence.

"Yeah," she breathed out in an unusual show of honesty. Has she gotten drunk on his cum, he wondered?

He helped her back on her feet and she staggered. She ended up sitting on the table again, leaning forward into Gerard's chest. Her breathing relaxed as her heartbeat stated to match his own.

It was a strange feeling for Rin. When was the last time she had been held like that without pretenses? She should have felt ashamed of herself and she was, but she was not afraid of being judged.

She was a whore, yes. A slut without a single doubt.

But it was fine. Everything was fine. Being an indecent woman, craving for attention, relishing in the desire she evoked in others, partaking in demeaning acts of sex, selling her body, cheating on her loved ones. Everything was perfectly fine and she should not, would not hold back on it.

That certainty settled into her and all fears were vanquished. Smiling, she looked up to the wonderful man that had taught her the truth.

"You okay, Rin?"

She shook her head and smiled coyly. Pushing herself further back on the table, she brought her feet up, legs spread wide. Leaning on an elbow she used to fingers to pry open the folds of her pussy.

"Do I look like I'm okay to you?"

"...Not at all."

"This is all your fault, you know? For making me like this?" she accused him, while her finger toyed with her clitoris in full view. "I'll have you take responsibility."

"Oh?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I suppose I'll have to do just that."

And he did, several times, filling her heart, womb and soul with all the things she wanted and then some.

When she left his Workshop later that day, there was no more hesitation to be found in her heart.

Tohsaka Rin was a whore and proud of it.