[EMIYA SHIROU]
[THE GAMER]
[LV 25 - 7800/25000]
[HP: 2500][MP: 35][MC: 27][ST: 810 ][SP: 10]
[STR: 41][DEX: 42][INT: 23][WIS: 33][CHR: 77]
The day had started normally enough, by the standards of a Gamer Magus anyway. Shirou got up at the usual hour with all of his stats restored and went about the new routine he had set for himself.
Ordinary physical training was useless at this point, so he skipped it. The next few mornings would be spent maxing out his Cooking skill. With sufficient food made he could have a nearly limitless supply of stamina, which meant he could forgo sleeping altogether.
He could easily replenish his MPs by consuming Mana Cores. It was by no mean a cheap method, but the time he spent farming them was inferior to the time he'd spend sleeping. By his calculations, a single night dedicated to gathering Mana Cores would give net him more than enough to last him a whole week.
He had every intention of maxing out Reinforcement, Projection and Structural Analysis in the next month.
As far as school went he opted for self-study. He was bound to show up for classes, but the material studied by his peers didn't do anything for his [INT]. He would sit in class every morning, but read his own material. None of his teachers had any objections to it, seeing how he had perfect grades in all of their subjects.
His high [CHR] and his impeccable behavior made them rather smitten with him. He could probably get away with everything short of murder.
It was disquieting, to say the least. If someone less scrupulous than him had received this power there would be no telling how much harm they could have done with it.
All the better for him and for the world at large.
With the new routine in place, Shirou saw his Stats and Skills soar. Since, unlike with things like weights, he could easily conceal a very complex book under the cover on another, Shirou had a virtually endless supply of increasingly complex metal exercises.
Using this method his [INT] increased of at least one point every day and he was quickly going through high-school textbooks with ease. Two weeks into it, after he had finished a book on chemistry, his [INT] reached 50 points and a message prompt showed up.
[NEW TITLE: Fast thinker (I)]
[Your high INT (50) allows you to process information twice as fast than ordinary people.]
'Sweet,' Shirou thought happily.
The Busujima style relied mostly on speed, with all the downsides that it entailed. Being able to process information faster meant that he could use it even more efficiently.
Thinking about it, there were probably going to be related bonuses for bringing each Stat up to 50. He would have to look into leveling them all at least that much. Charisma was already over and beyond it, Strength and Dexterity were almost there.
The issue was with Wisdom. Although it was higher than anyone his age and possibly some adult, his [BROKEN] title made it difficult for him to gain more points and unlike STR, DEX and [INT] he didn't know how to grind it.
Oh, well. Worst case scenario he could invest his spare Points in it.
Feeling satisfied with his progress, he returned home in a very good mood.
The day continued its course until the sun set and disappeared behind the horizon. Fuyuki was cast into a quiet evening, with Shirou and Taiga sitting quietly at the table, eating dinner while watching TV.
Something had happened with Taiga though Shirou didn't know what. In the past few days she was more quiet, more subdued than he ever recalled her being.
Initially he blamed it on the unusual heat, but when that passed she didn't go back to normal. He had asked if there was something troubling her, but she just laughed it off. She didn't have a Quest mark above her head either and with his Stats being high as they were he didn't think he could be lacking the requirements to take it.
Maybe it was just a woman thing. For all of his [INT], he really couldn't figure how they worked. Even Saeko was largely a mystery to him, even though they were lovers.
Speaking of which, in two weeks it would be that time of the month when the wraiths would manifest again. He would have to spend the night at her place and her help with the exorcism.
Maybe if he went earlier they could spend some time together. Hopefully in her bedroom. Or the bathroom. Or wherever.
'I think I might have become a pervert,' he thought to himself. Even though he didn't see Saeko as often as before and Yoruichi spent more time in Mirror Fuyuki than she did at his place, the image of their bodies was firmly etched into his mind. To say that he was looking forward to be alone with Saeko would be a colossal understatement.
After dinner, Taiga lingered around. This too was odd for her. She would normally show up for meals and leave right after, but lately she hung around until his supposed bedtime.
Ordinarily he wouldn't mind, but it cut into his Magecraft-grinding time.
Still, he would never refuse anyone hospitality, much less Taiga. However, since he was stuck with her he could do something productive like cooking or studying. Those were the least eye-catching things he could to to grind a bit.
"Ne, Shirou," she said after they had been sitting together in silence. "Have you ever thought about skipping grades?"
"Hm? Not really," he answered, looking up from his book. "Would that be possible?"
"You've got the grades for it, that's for sure. If you want, I could ask the school to test you for it."
The sooner he was done with school the sooner he would have more time to help people. If he could skip a year that would be great.
"Yeah, I would like that," he nodded. "Thank you, Taiga. You're the best."
"D-don't worry about it," she replied, suddenly flustered. "It's not like it's a chore or anything."
'Oh shit, this is bad,' Taiga bemoaned inwardly.
It had been two weeks since the incident when she flashed Shirou. tried to seduce him, passed out in the process and ended up being carried by him bridal style.
Two weeks and she still couldn't get the feeling of being held by him out of her mind. Two weeks and when their eyes so much as met she would melt in a puddle.
She had a crush on him like she never had on anyone, not even in her teenage years.
Knowing that she couldn't act on it was driving her crazy. To make things worse, she knew it would never get better. Shirou would grow into an amazing man and find an equally amazing woman while she would be stuck growing old alone, watching it all happen from the sidelines. There was just too much of a gap between them and not just in terms of age.
Taiga didn't consider herself mediocre or ordinary, but Shirou was just in a different league. In time he would definitely become an important figure.
She could never hope to be his match.
She knew all that, but that did nothing to put her heart at ease. Maybe it was simply human nature to wish for something one can never have.
"It's getting late, isn't it?" he eventually asked, glancing at the clock. "I'm going to the shed. Okuma-san asked me if I could fix the heating unit of her kotatsu. I better get it done while I still have free time. I'm not sure how much of that I'll have if I start skipping grades."
"That's your fault for being too awesome," she muttered, at which it was Shirou's turn to blush. She had meant to say it in a teasing manner, but the sincerity of that thought had bled into her voice.
Shirou wasn't one to boast about his own accomplishments. If anything he was likely to downplay them. However, even he couldn't say that he was just an average person without it being complete bullshit.
Instead, he just shut up and looked away.
"Anyway, I better get going. Feel free to stay as much as you want though."
"No, I better get going too," she decided, standing up and stretching her limbs. "Tomorrow I'll be up early. Make sure to make me a good breakfast."
"Roger that, ma'am," he agreed, making her giggle.
She left right after that and went back home. With her gone, Shirou could finally grind his Magecraft until morning. He turned off the light in the living room and headed towards the toolshed.
Neither one of them noticed the cellphone Taiga had forgotten under the table.
[Structural Analysis has reached Lv. 85 - 15%]
[Projection has reached Lv. 25 - 52%]
[Reinforcement has reached Lv. 25- 65%]
Two hours into his training, Shirou had consumed several Mana Cores but all of his three spells had increased by a wide margin.
Pairing his Sword-cheat with a steady supply of Mana plus the bonus of doing Magecraft into his Workshop bore excellent results and he still had the rest of the night to grind them even more.
He was about to consume another Mana Core when the doorbell rang.
He glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven. Who could it possibly be at such a late hour?
Rather than going to see who it was at the door, Shirou used his exceptional strength to jump over the external wall and look who it was from a distance.
That figure wasn't one he could mistake for anyone else, even if he couldn't read the name over her head.
He hopped down from the wall and quickly made his way to the gate.
"Saeko?"
"Hello, Shirou. May I come in?"
"Yes, of course you can. Did something happen? Are you alright?"
"Everything's fine, thank you," she said, stepping inside the house. "I just finished some business in town and since it's too late for any bus to be still running I was wondering if I could take advantage of your hospitality."
"Sure, but... what about them? Won't they roam freely without your exorcism?"
"It's a new moon tonight. These are the few days of the month when they won't manifest at all and I'm free to do as I please."
"Oh. That's great. By the way, if you ever need me to cover for you sometimes just let me know, alright?"
"How thoughtful," she smiled.
"Would you like to take a bath?" he asked. "I have some clothes that might fit you if you want to change."
"I would appreciate it very much, thank you," she nodded gracefully.
"Alright then. The bathroom is over there," he pointed at the door. "I had already drawn the water for myself, so it should still be hot. Let yourself in and I'll see what I can dig out for a change."
"I will do so," she agreed. "Again, thank you for having me over."
"It's nothing much. Go ahead now. I'll be right there."
At her own place, Taiga was looking everywhere for her cellphone. No matter where she looked she couldn't find it. She tried to call it from the landline, but the call never went through. It probably had run out of battery.
Where the was it that she had last seen it? Hmm... That's right, it was at Shirou's place.
It was a quite late and he was probably already sleeping, but she had the keys so she could let herself in and out without bothering him.
Quickly changing from her pajamas to her regular clothes, she left her house.
Shirou was in the living room preparing some tea for his unexpected guest when he heard her footsteps approaching slowly.
"Shirou?" she called, poking her head into the room.
"Over here. I thought you would enjoy a light snack before going to b-urk!"
Shirou's words died in his throat when he turned to face her. Saeko was wearing a long sleeved white dress which Shirou had found in one of the closets. He didn't know where it came from, or why Kiritsugu had it, but he had already accepted that there were things about his father that he didn't know. Him having had a woman (a wife?) which he didn't know about was the least of them.
What troubled him was not this latest revelation, of course, but the way said dress hung about Saeko's body. It fell on her perfectly, being slightly tight only around the chest. However, since he hadn't found a spare bra anywhere, such tightness meant that every detail of her bosom was fully highlighted.
"Why, thank you, Shirou," Saeko replied, sounding supremely satisfied with herself. She took a seat at the table while he brought out a tray from the kitchen, with his hands shaking more than he would have liked them to.
They sipped them in silence, though Shirou couldn't stop himself from stealing glances at her every now and then. Were she anyone else, he would berate himself even that much but considering that just a few days prior he had boldly called himself her lover in front of another woman he thought he could do at least that much.
On her part, Saeko was highly amused. Teasing Shirou never got old and knowing she always had such an effect on him gave her the goosebumps every time. To make things better, it was always just the prelude to that actual fun.
"So, uhm, I have laid out a futon for you in the room next to mine," he eventually said.
Saeko loved this aspect of him. Even though they were already intimate, Shirou never assumed that he could do with her as he wanted, even though he was clearly hopeful about how they would spend the night. Well, sometimes in the future she probably would like him to be a bit more... aggressive with her, even if only so that she could play the dominance game with him.
For the time being, however, she was fine with having the undiscussed upper hand.
"While that's very thoughtful of you, Shirou," she replied, setting down her cup. "I don't think I will have a need for that."
"Oh.. uhm...," he fidgeted in place. How was he supposed to follow through with her blatant statement of intent?
He didn't have to find an answer to that question, because she reached out and quite literally snatched him from across the table, slamming him on the tatami and straddling his body with her own.
"Now, then, how about you show me just how far your hospitality goes?"
The first thing out of place that Taiga noticed was the unlocked gate. That was unusual. Shirou rarely forgot to lock it before going to bed. The next thing were the unfamiliar shoes in the entryway.
Shirou had a guest? At this hour?
She wasn't in any way worried or suspicious. If anything, Shirou knew how to handle himself in every circumstance. She just found it odd.
The light in the living room was on and she approached it without worrying about what she would find. Of course, she would have to have words with him for staying up this late on a weekday, if only because she was still his guardian.
However, once she got close enough, she heard the sound of voices that weren't quite forming coherent words.
She wasn't trying to hide - that wasn't her style- and if she had tried, Shirou's [Detect Presence] skill would have gone off alerting him of her proximity.
Instead, she simply looked through the slight gap between door and its frame and froze mid motion as she was about to open it.
Shirou was there with his guest.
She was bent over the table, her white dress flipped over to expose her bare ass, while he frantically plowed her womanhood.
For a long moment, Taiga's brain failed to put together what she was seeing. It took her a moment for her to recognize who Shirou's partner was. Her black hair were pooled around her face, which was morphed in a look of barely restrained bliss, while her hands clutched the hard surface of the table in search for a firm hold that just escaped her.
Busujima Saeko. Shirou's kendo teacher. A woman more than seven years his senior.
'Molester. Pervert.'
Taiga's mind quickly flew to those definitions, but that only caused a stab of shame to hit her for she too had dreamt of being with him like that.
'It isn't just me,' her brain supplied, causing a flood of relief to wash over her.
Caught between running, crying, screaming, and several other conflicting feelings, she just stood there and watched the man she loved as he fucked another woman.
It had started simply enough. She had straddled Shirou's body and they made out for a little while.
She could feel his excitement through his clothes against her bare pussy, which she had elected not to wear at all, considering which way she intended the night to go.
To be honest, she was as turned on as he was. In the previous two weeks in which they didn't see each other she had thought about little else but this moment.
She had dropped by his place almost every afternoon but he was never home, and having to return home before dusk meant that she couldn't try in the evening, until today.
It had only been two weeks since they last laid together yet in spite of that…
"...Ooohhh!" she moaned as yet another climax washed over her. Her strength escaped her and she slumped on his prone body, breathing raggedly.
They had been going at it for little over ten minutes and it was already her third orgasm, while he still had to come even once.
Rather than calling it quits, Shirou lifted her, turned her around and bent her over the living room table.
She was still reeling from her climax and unable to struggle for dominance. Before she could collect herself he was once more piercing her folds, thrusting with great vigor.
Even though she was on her knees, his height meant he had to stand on his toes to fuck her and so he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold himself at the right angle.
"Ah! Ah! Saeko!" he called out as he desperately thrust his hips.
"Hmm... Shirou," Saeko moaned. "You have... gotten... way too good at this... Don't tell me... you and Yoruichi..."
"N-no..." Shirou's stuttered he kept thrusting his hips. "We aren't like that."
"G~oood... If...you are ever to make another lover... anyone's better than her. Ahhh~! Yes! Harder!"
She was supposed to be in charge of their relationship. The one in control, but she was steadily losing ground.
Why the hell was he so good at this? Just two weeks ago they were more or less evenly matched and now... now she was putty in his hands.
"I'm cumming! Shiroooou!" she cried out his name as her mind went blank for the fourth time, battered by relentless pleasure. Yet he didn't stop or slow down at all.
"Iiihhh!" she shrieked through gritted teeth, eyes crossing at his seemingly unending vigor. 'At this rate... I'll go crazy.'
But even though she knew that, she couldn't find the strength within herself and simply laid there, trying her best to preserve her sanity.
Taiga's mind reeled. Another lover? Shirou had other partners? She really thought that it had been this woman who had taken advantage of him, but seeing her forced into climax after climax she couldn't keep thinking that. More importantly, considering her own feeling for him it wasn't impossible other women had fallen for him.
Saeko had mentioned Yoruichi, the dark-skinned knockout babe from the other day... In light of this new development, their visit might not have been a casual occurrence at all and she might have interrupted something.
Going back to the love letter incident... maybe it wasn't that Shirou wasn't yet interested, but that he liked older girls instead?
'Why not me? Why couldn't it have been me? '
She recoiled at the intensity of her own jealousy. She took a step back and fled the scene. The two lovers were too taken with what they were doing and making too much noise to notice her escape.
They continued in their lovemaking without knowing that their illicit liaison had been discovered by yet another person.
The next morning.
Sunrise found Saeko still laying on Shirou's table. At some point during the night he had flipped her over and she was thus resting on her back.
Shirou was sleeping peacefully with his head resting on her breasts.
She had managed, barely, not to go completely crazy from pleasure but her body had been reduced to a pile of goo, unable to move a muscle save for the occasional twitch.
At no point in their intercourse she had wished for him to stop, but it had been the most terrifying and the most glorious experience of her life, nowhere comparable to their first intercourses.
She told him it was fine if he had another lover so long as it wasn't Yoruichi, though she had meant it in jest.
She wouldn't be happy with her lover being with anyone other than herself. No woman ever would in her opinion.
However, she was seriously considering it now.
Once his desire increased during puberty she wouldn't be able to satisfy his needs. In fact, at this rate, it was just a matter of weeks before she could no longer keep up with his sexual drive.
She had to find him an additional girlfriend otherwise there was just no way she'd survive with her mind intact.
...and besides, her sadistic tendencies found the idea of breaking another woman quite appealing, even by proxy.
Maybe Yoruichi was a valid candidate, after all.
Saeko certainly wouldn't mind taking that woman down down a peg or two.
'Hm. I thought I'd be the one corrupting him, but it turns out that it's the other way around,' she mused, finally allowing herself to fall in a content slumber.
Taiga hadn't caught a wink of sleep that night. How could she have? She had run from Shirou's house and locked herself in her room.
Previously she had been worried and confused about her own feelings, before finally accepting that she had a crush on her little brother and deciding that she wouldn't do anything about it because it was wrong.
However, she just found out that he was in a relationship with a woman much older than himself and much prettier than she was.
She spent the night making up what if scenarios in her head.
At this point, she no longer cared that it was improper and very much illegal. That it's not to say she was fine with it, but it was already happening anyway. She was simply regretful that she had let someone else take him from her.
And then there was the fact that Busujima had said something about Shirou doing it with that other gorgeous woman, though he denied it.
Was she fine with him having flings with someone else? Just what kind of relationship did they have?
Had Shirou tamed the undisputed kendo championess, famed for breaking the spirit of many kendoka much older than her, into his demure plaything?
... would he tame her too if she let him?
Would he bend her over the table, flip her skirt up and fuck her from behind like he had done with Saeko?
She slapped her face with both hands at that thought.
"I can't believe I am even considering this," she bemoaned. Just a few days back she was feeling guilty about having a crush on him and now she was having fantasies about him fucking her…
... plowing her wet cunt from behind... like he owned it... owned her...
"THAT'S IT!" she roared, throwing the pillow at the wall in rage, making it explode from the sheer force of impact. She stood up and stomped her foot on the floor. "Screw it! I'm sick and tired of feeling like this! Who does he thinks he his to do this to me, huh? I'll show him! If he thinks he can get away with messing around with my head he has another thing coming! So what if she's younger? So what if she's got bigger tits? I'm not going down without a fight!"
She stormed out of her room, slamming the door behind her and making the entire building tremble in her wake.
Taiga was many things, but a woman who'd let herself be bullied - even by her own feelings - was not one of them. If that was how things were going to be, she'd fight head on.
Her grandfather's men wisely got out of her way, pressing themselves against the walls when they came across her in the corridors, just like they would have had they been faced with an actual tiger.
Yakuza they might have been, but they knew better than getting into young lady's way when she was like this.
They just hoped that God would have mercy on the poor soul who had pissed her off because she sure as hell wouldn't.
[You have slept outside of a bed. HP, MP and ST have been restored to 80%]
When Shirou's eyes opened, the first thing he saw was obviously the curve of Saeko's breasts. His mind clicked into gear and he looked up to the clock on the wall.
It was six-thirty in the morning. Almost two hours past his usual waking time and just thirty minutes before Taiga would come for breakfast, if she wasn't too hungry.
"Saeko! Wake up!" he called her.
"Mwaah," she replied lazily with a bit of drool running down her chin. "Tired...," she muttered before she went back to sleep with a light snore.
"Damn," he sighed.
Seeing no other option he climbed off her body, retrieved his pants which had been laying where she had removed them from him and put them on.
Then he lifted Saeko and carried her to the room he had set up for her the previous night and gently laid her onto the futon.
With that done he went to fetch mop, bucket and a few spare tatami tiles. He needed to erase the very tangible proof of what they had done last night.
Half an hour later everything was like nothing ever happened and breakfast was well on the way.
However, Taiga failed to turn up.
This wasn't completely unusual as she sometimes did have other things to worry about early in the morning, but just the previous evening she had told him that she would drop by.
He would have called her but he found her phone under his table as he cleaned up and when called her place and he was told that she had left in a very bad mood.
That explained it. Whatever pissed her off probably made her forget she was supposed to come for breakfast. Heck, if she was upset enough she would forget about being hungry entirely.
He'd better pack an extra big lunch for her or he wouldn't hear the end of it later, when she quieted down.
With that particular problem solved, he prepared yet another bath for Saeko, woke up said sleeping girl and put breakfast on the table for the both of them.
While she ate, he folded her clean clothes and put them with her school bag. As she moved them around, an object fell from the bag clattering on the floor at his feet.
Shirou picked it up and recognized it for what it was. A badge with a stylized skull drawn onto it. Soul Society's proof of membership.
He didn't know Saeko was a member of the group, though all things considered it wasn't really strange. He supposed that the business she had to take care of the previous evening was down in Mirror Fuyuki.
He was still examining it when Saeko came out of the bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around her head.
"Oh," she exclaimed as she noticed him and the object in his hand.
"Sorry, it fell out of your bag," he said, handing the badge back to her. "I didn't know you were part of Soul Society."
"... I have only joined yesterday," she admitted, looking away.
"Huh. Well, then maybe I'll see you around there every now and then."
"Y-yeah," she agreed bashfully yet happily.
Unbeknownst to Shirou, the reason why she had joined in the first place was because she found out he went there.
She wanted to spend more time with him and now that they no longer trained together this was the best thing she could come up with.
"Anyway, breakfast's ready."
"Thank you. I'll be right there. Just give me a minute to get dressed."
Five minutes later they were both sitting at the table, quietly munching on their food. The same table upon which he had fucked the living daylight out of her until just a couple of hours earlier.
"Uuuh, sorry about tonight. I don't know what came over me."
Saeko laughed. "I'm the one who started it, right? Besides, the only thing I'm sorry about is that I let you have the upper hand all the time. I'm not an expert on men, but how did you get so good so quickly? Do you really not have another woman?"
"N-no!" he protested. "I just... it's sort of a sword too, you know?"
"Hm? What is-? ... Oh!"
That was the explanation Shirou had reached. His [Sexual Interaction] skill leveled very fast despite him not investing much time into it at all. The best thing he could come up with was that it could be loosely considered a sword as well, and thus subjected to his cheat ability. In the course of the previous night it had reached lv. 20
Saeko snorted, then snickered, then burst out laughing without reservations.
"Ha-ahahahahah! Oh my God," she said, drying the tears from her eyes. "Shirou, you might just be the most dangerous opponent any woman could face, you know?"
"Well, excuse me," he pouted. "Besides, it's not like I intend to put it into practice with anyone other than with you."
Saeko blushed and she felt her heart melt a little. Even though he had refused to commit to her in favor of pursuing his ideals he still wished to stay true to her.
"No, I would prefer if you found more lovers," she replied.
"Yeah that's what I- What?" he asked, wide eyed.
"You have chosen a path that will take you far from here, Shirou. Far from me. It wouldn't sit well with me if I were to hold you back from experiencing life at its fullest."
"But... That's... I'm sorry, that's not something I can accept so easily," he protested. "If... If you were to be with someone other than myself, I wouldn't be able to accept it."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," she waved her hand dismissively. "I could never love anyone other than you."
Shirou's mind reached an abrupt halt as his eyes became as wide as saucers.
"T-then all the more so I'm not going to..."
"Let's break up then," she said firmly.
"What?" he jumped to his feet. "No! I refuse it!"
"Well, I'm not giving you a choice in the matter," she replied sternly. "I could never live happily being the thing that held you down. I'm sorry, but if that's what I must do then I-!"
"Fine!" he threw up his hands. "Fine, I'll find another lover." He sat back down. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation. For future reference, I think you're out of your mind."
"Oh, I definitely am. Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I would like something in return."
"What is it?" he asked, feeling a sense of dread wash over him.
Saeko licked her lips like predatorily.
"Share them with me anytime you can."
That suggestion didn't help quiet down Shirou's already overworked libido in the least.
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