For want of a Grail

by fangsla

This will be a story about Mario Mario and his master Cu Chulainn going around during the murder death kill not my story just posting it here after author abandoning the quest it a male master that enter a alternate 5th grail war more than 7 servants and masters tags au harem evil mc villain protagonist genderswap such as shiro no mc lemon

20. Chapter 18: The Chain's Reverie D5P1

Chapter 18: The Chain's Reverie D5P1

Enkidu, Third Person POV (The Abyss, Yesterday Evening)

Her approach was slow as she neared the entrance to the deep dark below.

The Chains of Heaven have come to delve into the eternal blackness and find its source.

Though such a matter would not be as trivial as she hoped. The second her foot touched the very entrance to the Abyss, her presence detection lit up like a fireworks festival. Despite barely being able to see with her eyes, she could tell that within many hostile forces lay.

She may have to try if they attacked her all at once, even with their incredibly weak presence.

As she entered, she made note of how the entire landscape of what resided within had changed.

From what she understood, the Abyss itself was a mangled construct that did not care for the laws of the land it was interred in. This form of the Abyss was primarily a spiral path downward with spires that stood out of the chasm below.

Most of these spires were fractured, and the only reason she knew they existed in the first place was due to their debris floating where they once stood.

Sadly, while she could barely make out that these spires were there, they were not connected to the path she was treading. She could not use her presence detection to sniff out unseen threats that resided upon them.

So she remained cautious despite the fact that, ultimately, she was under zero threat. No matter what this 'Abyss' spits out, they could never be a match for her.

Yet she would rather not take unnecessary damage. She knows that the beings that lie within hold the very concept of death, and there are others within that can attack her soul.

The soul she would have no hope of repairing if it were damaged.

She was right to be cautious, even if it slowed her investigation. Her master would likely ridicule her for going in alone, as he was capable of traversing the dark very easily, unlike her. Her presence detection did make a good replacement for her eyes, however.

Now that brings her to why she came here in the first place.

Stopping her advance, Enkidu walks to the edge of her current path and stares down at the Abyss.

Something within stares back.

Her presence detection only went as far as the end of the pathway; there was a drop with seemingly no end.

This was merely the entrance, after all, and it was filled with annoying mosquitoes.

Enkidu turns back as she looks at the faceless assassins that surround her. She could count twenty of them, and she figured there were more behind her, obscured by standing on the remains of the spires.

"What use is there in preparing to strike? If I knew you were there before even you did?" She said calmly.

All the assassins tensed for a moment. Then, one after the other, they leapt to strike at her.

She would be unable to make use of her Noble Phantasm, 'Age of Babylon', as the ground she stood upon was not of the Earth. However, for pathetic creatures such as these, it was unnecessary.

The first assassin to reach her had their invisible face destroyed as Enkidu punched through them like they were drywall.

Blood splattered all over Enkidu's white cloak and face.

The following assassins halted their attacks as they saw what happened to their compatriot. Enkidu looks at her fist, confused. Waving the blood off her hand, she starts talking to herself, "Your other friends could take a punch. It's a bit of a shame, really."

With a calm smile, Enkidu steps forward as she looks gently at the other assassins, "I thought I would have to worry about my soul."

"But I fear with you all being so fragile…" Another step forward as she continued speaking, several of the assassins who had self-preservation took a step back.

With unwavering confidence, Enkidu announces, "I have nothing to worry about."

Raising her hand and making a beckoning motion, Enkidu calls out to her enemies, "Come, wielders of death. Let it be I who shows you what death truly looks like."

Assassins at all angles make their move. From behind, from above, and from below, all launched their attacks at the Chains of Heaven.

They were intent on at least scratching the soul of the woman made of clay.

Some of them used a ranged attack, some sort of magecraft that sent a black flame towards them. Even with the size and speed of these projectiles, Enkidu gracefully danced around them with ease.

Other assassins went into melee with Enkidu as their friends kept up the pressure.

However, it would not be enough.

The first one to reach her was slammed into the ground, and their body turned into a fine red mist.

The second got close enough to make a swing at her but was quickly taken off course as Enkidu lifted them by their skull and flung them into a black flame. They died instantly.

The third was lucky, but only for a time. Enkidu had to dodge their blow as well as two of the projectiles that had been sent at her. Yet with her flexibility, she finessed a leap through the two flames and soon landed on the third assassin to reach her, breaking their spine.

She stomped on their head to ensure they were put out of their misery.

Not wishing to spend any more time dodging flames Enkidu quickly locates one of the assassins attacking her from a distance, made easy by the fact the flames give away their location.

As this assassin went to send another surge of flames at her, Enkidu stomped into the ground. This action caused the ground to break apart and pieces of the ground to fly into the air. Given the chance, Enkidu took a sufficiently-sized piece of debris before flicking it into the throat of the faraway assassin.

Unable to focus on maneuvering the treacherous abyss due to trying to stop the bleeding, they fell into the abyss.

She knew that trick would not work twice, but it would be enough to scare those who tried to suppress her movements.

Two more assassins ran up to Enkidu, trying to strike her in sequence. They couldn't hit her no matter how hard she tried, but they wielded their knives with skill. She couldn't strike them, lest she'd risk getting cut up by their knives.

Even a scratch would do permanent damage to her soul, and this was the only reason these assassins were threatening.

However, Enkidu is a competent combatant. These assassins were not.

She kept on the backfoot as she neared the edge, allowing the assassins to truly believe she was on the ropes. Yet just as they were about to force Enkidu off the edge of the path, she leapt into the air once more. Taken off guard, the assassins could not defend themselves as one was pushed off the edge by Enkidu kicking the back of their head.

The other assassin tried to strike Enkidu the moment she landed, but she quickly sidestepped. She would not allow this assassin another chance, as she swiftly broke their arm and jabbed her fingers into their heart. Another instant kill.

That was six.

At least fourteen more assassins to go.

Sensing hesitation from the assassins, Enkidu took a look at herself. Her previously white cloak had been dyed mostly red, only a bit of white remained. That was not what she was checking for, however. "No damage. Good." She said.

She was now absolutely confident.

These 'assassins' posed no threat to her in any capacity.

Emboldened by this fact, Enkidu rushed forward, not giving the assassins time to react as she plunged her arms and legs into their pliable bodies one by one.

This massacre left all but two assassins dead. She could also sense that some more were coming from far behind, as well as two trying to climb up to her. She gave them a chance to strike, to do any harm to her.

She doesn't know why she gets like this at times.

Honestly, she doesn't love fighting.

However, she would never deny it. The thrill that she gets when her life is in the slightest bit of danger is exhilarating.

It almost makes her feel human.

The assassins begin their strike. Two assassins that she could not detect from above were sending flames, another two from behind did the same. The two climbing up quickly got over the edge and began rushing her as well as another one that was running down the pathway, that one in particular seemed stronger than the others.

The two in front of her, however…

Already dead.

They weren't even worth paying attention to, not even as she plunged her fists into their hearts.

Tossing them off of her, she blocked two of the flames and was given enough opportunity to dodge the other two.

The assassins from behind her arrived and quickly began pressuring, as the third was soon to arrive.

She knows her soul will be in danger if she lets that last assassin join with a numerical advantage.

But as she's given the perfect opportunity to punch the head off of one of them, she finds herself not doing so. A less gentle smile finds its way on her face as she realizes what she just did. She must be enjoying this.

The thrill had become too much.

As she is forced to defend herself from three assassins, their cowardly partners are left unable to use their flames lest they burn their companions.

She would not let her odd nature prevent her from taking the next killing blow, but as she was pushed to her limit in her acrobatic ability, she could no longer restrain herself. Kicking away the strongest of the three, she grabs onto the wrists of the two weaker ones before making them plunge their knives into each other's hearts.

With those two dead, the onslaught of flames renews as the last assassin attacks her with ferocity.

This one would not go down so easily. It could take a punch like those ones on the surface. It may even be stronger-...

The assassin suddenly disappears from sight, and not even her Presence Detection could sense them, or-...

Behind!

She was just quick enough to push away what would've been a debilitating strike to her shoulder before the assassin disappeared again. It was then that Enkidu realized something, 'It can't escape my Presence Detection. It just leapt over me that time; I can still sense it right in front of me stalking like a predator.'

Taking her time, she dances her way through the black flame attacks that were still being sent towards her. As she passes the various bodies, she grabs two of the knives littering the ground. She had to clench her teeth upon doing so, as holding onto them made her very soul feel like it was being pressed against a fire.

With speed and precision, she tosses the two blades in her hands at the two she could sense from the far side of the Abyss. Realizing what she was doing, the assassin runs at her and begins an assault of blows.

It has a similar grace as hers, and while it strikes, this fight has become a dance.

Even as a barrage of flames came from the two other remaining assassins, they danced with impunity. Their brief struggle was far more important than whatever hopeless maneuvers those two could come up with anyway.

Unfortunately for the assassin in front of her, the thrill has long since passed.

Ducking beneath the stab of the assassin, Enkidu stabs her hand into their neck. She didn't even need to manipulate her body; her standard hand was enough to tear through their skin like paper.

"Perhaps I gave you too much credit." She says as she lets the assassin fall to the floor dead, their invisibility soon wearing off.

She then felt a sudden heat behind her and remembered the last two assassins. Ducking under the fire, she grabs the blade of the assassin she just killed before flinging it at the first enemy she sees.

As for the last one, she leapt to their location just as they were charging another attack and broke their neck in a single palm strike.

Enkidu sighed to herself as she reflected on the fight, if it could even be called one.

She thinks aloud, saying, "Have the assassins gotten weaker? The ones I fought on the surface at least required two to three hits to kill if I was suppressing myself like I am now. I couldn't even use Age of Babylon unlike then; these assassins at the very least should've posed a challenge."

"Oh well," Enkidu says to herself as she drops back down to the path.

Upon landing, her presence detection alerted her to every soul within the surrounding area, and she could feel it in real time as they all backed away from her presence. How sad! She was hoping for at least one more confrontation—anything, really.

The descent at that point had become uneventful, and she likely scared away what few opponents would be willing to brazenly attack her. However, if that means her investigation goes unimpeded and she can bring valuable information to her master as well as William, then it is worth it.

"Or maybe I could just deal with the problem myself." Enkidu said wistfully. She wondered if that would make her master give sincere praise or get him riled up. He seemed very set in the belief that William had to be the one to vanquish the Abyss.

But as much as she doesn't want to admit it…

William is nothing like Gilgamesh. There are similarities—damning ones at that—that make her see parts of that woman in him. However, the difference in strength alone is enough to prevent her from holding him with the same reverence.

Her thoughts on William could be best explained as motherly. She wished to cultivate William so he could one day be on the same level as Gilgamesh.

This is a recent thought, however. It took much convincing on her master's behalf to make her think this.

But she gets what he means—that William has the potential to rival her king. She definitely wouldn't want to spare the world of another Gilgamesh, so she saw it as her duty to help her master fulfill this goal.

Yet in the end, she could not agree with having William handle this issue.

Not in the slightest.

He did not have the awareness, the strength, or the capability to do what she just did. He would likely be dealt the death blow by the seventh one, and that was her being very generous.

So even if it may obtain her Master's ire, she will, if she can, take care of this issue herself.

Upon reaching the end of the path, Enkidu stared down into the abyss.

It is only now that she can see the specks of red that stare back at her.

Her eyes widened as a powerful presence flew at her, and she quickly took evasive action as she spied a long appendage strike at her. Without warning, it changed course, forcing Enkidu to move far faster than she did against those assassins.

She couldn't really see whatever was attacking her, but she could feel it. It radiated such malignance that it did not need to be attached to anything for her to sense it.

She was forced to retreat upwards just to regain her bearings, yet the thing attacking her was relentless and brutal. Parts of the path downward were destroyed with reckless abandon as this thing tried to get to her.

She then made a critical mistake.

Jumping onto the spires, she thought she would be given a second to think.

She was wrong, as the piece of debris she stood on suddenly became aware of what gravity was and began to fall. Which led her directly to the powerful presence. As she fell, she saw it near her face. It looked like a giant, malformed hand.

Unable to react in time, Enkidu was grabbed as she fell downward.

The second contact was made her soul was lit aflame, and she could feel her power being sucked away as she was swiftly dragged down.

Unwilling to face whatever dark presence laid below at this moment, Enkidu used up some of her own form to create a blade. Unable to go anywhere else, the blade stabbed into the hand, forcing it to let her go.

Enkidu, at this point, decided it was best to retreat.

She was not prepared for such a powerful creature. Whatever lies down there is beyond William; that is without question. Yet as she ascended the Abyss and ran towards the light, another question would be revealed.

As she reached the entrance, she felt something suddenly strike her from behind. Her very soul quaked at the contact. She didn't even sense an attack.

Knocked onto her stomach, Enkidu realized something that mortified her.

She couldn't feel her legs.

She would be forever thankful that she was already at the entrance by that point. She was able to crawl out and avoid further conflict with whatever lay below.

But now Enkidu must ask herself… Is this thing beyond her as well?

Laying down, Enkidu could feel sense return to her legs. However, her soul still felt like it was on fire from whatever struck her. However, she could feel it beginning to fade, so she was overall fine.

She was fine.

However…

She would need to reflect on what just occurred.

William Arathorn POV (His bedroom)

You have been awake for a while now.

For about an hour, maybe more, but you haven't really thought about it. You were just staring at the floor as you gave consideration towards your next actions. You had wanted to apologize to Olga last night for running out on her and Ayako, as well as hash out details on tutoring that girl.

However, you could not find Olga. Well, that's not entirely accurate.

If you had searched throughout the entire mansion, you would've eventually found her… However, you wanted to go to sleep as early as possible. This hampered your search for her and ultimately led to you sleeping alone tonight.

She must be quite upse-...

You stop in your thoughts as you hear the thuds of footsteps outside your door and in no time at all, you watch your door open wide as Olga herself wanders in. She looked… Disheveled to say the least, and stressed to hell and back.

Her tired eyes take a second to focus on you and upon realizing that it was in fact you she was staring at, she says, "Oh… Will…" Without further regard for you, she brings a hand up to her mouth as she yawns. You gotta admit she was cute when she was tired.

She does eventually notice your staring and says, "I've been looking over those documents my father gave me… Or at least the ones I brought over here... Been trying to make… A plan of action…" She seemed really out of it.

Yawning again Olga takes a moment to stretch before asking, "Jeez, what time is it? That must've taken four hours."

Uh oh…

"Uh… Olga it's currently eight in the morning…" You tell her, a bit worried at her reaction.

"Huh, oh yeah…" She says, not really realizing what you just said.

Three.

Two.

"What!" Olga yelled before running to the window to look outside.

There it is.

Olga then slumps to the floor in total defeat as she says, "I… I worked all night…"

Well at least you know why Olga wasn't here last night… Now you feel bad, you should've looked for her and brought her to bed. You just assumed you did something to upset her.

Olga then shouted out what you just thought, "Why didn't you come get me before you went to bed? Jerk!"

This is one hundred percent your fault. You would be a lesser man if you didn't admit that.

"Sorry, Olga I thought you didn't want to sleep in the same room as me last night due to running out on you after the meeting." You explain succinctly.

"Now that you bring it up again, I am annoyed." Olga says with a deadpan expression.

You really can't win with her!

She glares at you for a moment before giving up and letting her tiredness take over her expression as she says, "I can't even be upset with you right now… It's my fault for not waiting to finish going through those files tomorrow… I guess today now. Urgh! I can't just go to sleep! I have things I need to do today!"

"Olga, nobody would be upset if you took like a nap or something." You offer.

She returns to glaring at you, "Oh, so you can forget to wake me up in an hour or two from now?" Yep, that's fair.

"I could tell Mash?" You offered again. Her glare gets worse as you both know you'll probably get distracted and forget.

"What am I going to do with you?" You wistfully say as Olga becomes outraged at your words.

Olga then stomps her way over to you before she shoves a finger in your face and says, "Are you trying to get me in a bad mood!"

"Trying?" You say with a mocking grin.

Olga looks seconds away from exploding as she glares at you with the worst glare you've gotten in a while. She was probably trying to kill you with her eyes! However, she gives up and says, "I really cannot be mad at you right now…"

"Damn was hoping that'd get you tuckered out enough to just accept going to sleep." You say aloud.

Flicking her disheveled hair back, the exhausted Animusphere says, "Ha! Unfortunately for you, William. I am a woman of impeccable work ethic and diligence. I'll do what I have always done, and just use coffee to make up the difference for my exhaustion."

"That's not healthy." You point out.

"And that's not going to change my mind." Is her simple response as she goes to leave.

You give up on trying to reason with her, as the two of you were as stubborn as an ox.

Yet…

"Hey Olga…" You call out, not entirely done speaking with her.

"Hmm?" She turns back around, her expression no longer hiding just how tired she was.

"Are we umm… Are we good now?" You ask, a bit more worried about her response than you thought you would be. Your heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of your chest.

Olga's expression scrunches up in confusion as she says, "Yeah? Why are you asking?"

"The stuff I pulled is usually the kind of stuff you hold grudges over." You state.

Scratching the back of her head, Olga says, "Yeah, I guess… Ugh, Will, this is not the stuff I want to think about right now. You upset me sometimes—a lot of the time, actually—but I can't stay mad at you."

You give her an odd look not entirely believing her.

In return she stared at you like you were the stupidest person on the planet, as she added on, "That's not my exhausted brain talking, by the way. I really mean what I said. Besides, when did you get so self-conscious?"

Mimicking her previous action, you went to scratch the back of your head as you let out a shaky laugh and say, "Only you could make me feel this way, Olga."

"I'll take the compliment." She haughtily says before yawning one last time and leaving.

With her gone you let out a content sigh.

Well, you're glad you got that out of the way, then. Now, what to do?

Stalking the halls of the mansion, you stare forward with resolve. The curse that now inflicts you has begun to act up once more. Meaning you needed to have sex soon. It's annoying, and while you do wish to do things of your own accord, you cannot bring yourself to complain.

The physical pain you were in was enough as it is. You weren't going to let mental anguish help the curse drag you down.

So now here you are walking towards the dungeon, considering who you should fuck. You really want to do Sakura, like a lot. She's such a fun toy, broken yet resistant. It was an odd combination, but it was more enjoyable than Medusa's melancholy.

There was a strength to that girl that her servant, a heroic spirit, could not measure up to.

It was just in your nature to completely demolish that girl until that strength of hers disappeared for good. Not out of any hatred for her, of course; you quite like her, in fact. Yet it was due to your Pride that only you shall overcome strife.

You begin to slow down. Do you hear someone around the corner? Is that Ram's voice? Your maid was talking to someone as she said, "And as you can see, these are a few more of the storage rooms', such as you saw earlier in the tour. That one in particular is Miss Robin's personal storage room, so I cannot let you enter there."

Then you hear Mash of all people say, "What about that one? With the odd door?"

"Oh… That is the wine cellar. From what I recall, Miss Robin has quite the collection of alcohol. Though I haven't entered the room itself." Ram says.

Wait… Wine cellar? Odd door… Oh fuck, that odd door Mash was talking about led to the dungeon downstairs.

Mash then says, "Wine? I guess Miss Robin does strike me as the kind of woman who partakes in alcohol. Would you mind if I took a peek inside? I've never seen a wine cellar in person, and I'm just wondering what it would look like."

Abort! Abort! Ram, get her out of there now!

"Are you certain, Mash? I assure you, there is nothing particularly special about the room worth taking the time to look inside." Ram tries to reason.

Then Mash brings up innocently, "But didn't you just say that you've never been in there either?"

"Ah, well yes. However, I doubt Miss Robin would particularly like either of us entering that room." Ram tries to reason.

"Are we not allowed to enter?" Mash then asks, her tone confused.

Ram, not one to be deterred by a challenge unless it was strenuous, says, "Well… Ram is not entirely sure, but it would be better to be on the safe side, would it not?" Unfortunately for Ram, she made a mistake.

Mash immediately noticed the mistake and pointed out, "I'm certain if Robin didn't want us entering there, she would've explicitly told either of us. Besides, it's not like I want to steal from her or something. I just want to see what the room looks like…"

You begin screaming internally, 'Ram, what are you doing!'

Ram POV (Right around the corner)

'Why didn't I just say she couldn't enter!' Ram screams at herself in her mind as she accidentally drives herself into a corner.

William Arathorn POV (Back where you were)

You're gonna have to intervene here, aren't you…

This is not how you wanted to spend your morning, dammit!

Turning the corner, you walk up to the two pink-haired girls as you raise a hand and say, "Yo! What's going on over here?" As you announced yourself, you could feel the fear coming off of Ram as she flinched.

Mash, meanwhile, seems surprised at your sudden appearance as she says, "Oh, William… I was just having Ram give me a guided tour of the mansion. Since it appears Olga and I will be staying here, I decided it was in my best interest to become familiar with the location."

You notice that she appears to want to add more but is stopping herself from saying more. "And?" You ask.

Seemingly relieved at your question, Mash continues, "Though I understand this is Miss Robin's mansion, I wish there weren't so many rooms that were off limits. With so many rooms, an enemy servant could hide themself within if they were to infiltrate the mansion… I can't help but fear for Olga's safety."

She really is just a goody two shoes… But you understand where she's coming from. You would also be concerned if there were so many unattended rooms left for a servant to lurk in.

Thankfully, there isn't.

Sighing to yourself, you then say, "I'm certain Robin can handle the mansion's security just fine, Mash. Though I can understand your conniptions."

Mash turned uncertain at your words and quickly responded, "I suppose you are correct. However, the incident two days ago makes me a bit nervous if that is truly the case."

"Those were extenuating circumstances. I doubt such a thing will happen again." Is what you say to assuage Mash's concern. She nods at your statement but says nothing else.

A moment of awkward silence takes the hallway as Mash looks at you expectantly, Ram fidgets a bit due to your presence, and you take a second to think.

"Well… I didn't mean to interrupt your tour…" You get out.

"Oh… I thought you had more to say." Mash says.

Did you? You feel like you're forgetting something…

At ease, Mash claps her hands before turning to Ram and saying, "Well then. I really want to see how this wine cellar looks! I bet Robin has walls lined with bottles!" Oh fuck! How in the hell did you forget that quickly?

Ram immediately goes to say something, but you prevent her from getting a word out as you ask, "Cellar?"

Mash quickly points to the door that leads to the dungeon and says, "Yes, the wine cellar over there! According to Ram, Miss Robin has quite the collection." Ram tenses considerably as Mash continues to speak.

"Have you been inside William?" She innocently asked, tilting her head as she asked the question.

You answer her question by telling her, "No. I thought Robin didn't want anyone going near her alcohol without permission." Ram visibly relaxes at your statement.

Mash droops at that and says, "Oh… We're not allowed in there after all?"

"As far as I'm aware. Shouldn't Ram have told you?" You asked.

Mash scratches her cheek as she says, "Ram told me she couldn't remember being told the room was off limits."

Mash then notices you leveling a glare at Ram and so comes to her defense by waving her hands then saying, "I-I'm certain she just forgot is all! She tried to convince me not to go in despite my stubbornness!"

Shaking your head, you say, "Well, just for future reference, don't go into the cellar. Robin would have my head if a guest of mine messed with her shit after all."

Mash then apologizes, "I'm really sorry for the trouble…"

"It's fine, Mash. Nothing even happened. There's no need to apologize." You tell her, just trying to get her to drop the topic and move on as quickly as possible.

"If you say so…" Is Mash's response though it is clear she is upset at bothering you. Better than her chomping at the bit to accuse you of something though.

Ram mouths out a thank you from behind Mash.

Shaking your head again, you consider your next actions.

"Hey, how about we stop the tour here and go grab some breakfast… You're at least human enough to need food, right?" You ask, though you could already tell your words were a bit rude as you said them.

Mash gives you a look and says, "Yes… Was that comment really necessary?"

Completely deadpan, you say, "It was a genuine question. Now do you want to go have breakfast or not?"

Mash turns contemplative, making the silence from earlier return.

Letting a sigh out, you say, "Are you coming or not?"

Mash grimaces before saying, "Fine… I guess there's no real reason to continue the tour anyway…" Ram seemed relieved at Mash's words.

"Do you wish for me to accompany you, Master?" Ram asks.

Shaking your head, you tell her, "No. There's other work you could be doing after all."

"Of course." She says as she bows before wandering off.

"Alright, let's go grab something to eat then." You tell Mash as you walk past her towards the kitchen. Mash follows close behind as you do so.

Several Minutes Later

As the two of you arrive in the dining room, you are surprised to find Olga and Lucia within. The two were sitting right next to each other at the main table. Olga looked even more dead tired than she did earlier… Did she not get her coffee yet?

Then you noticed that Lucia was basically jumping out of her seat as she endlessly spoke to Olga.

Oh no…

You immediately feel a battle ensue within your mind. Even if you're a bit of an idiot, read as huge dumbass… You can still understand the scene in front of you. Olga's stress was getting to her due to Lucia's constant nagging.

However, if you were to stop Lucia from nagging Olga, that might make Lucia sad.

However, if you don't stop Lucia from nagging Olga, that's just going to make Olga's day worse.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!' You complained incessantly in your head.

The only thing keeping you routed to reality was Mash suddenly asking, "Uh, William… Are you alright? You've been standing there for like a minute now…"

'Not now Mash, I am facing a dilemma of the ages!' You scream internally.

Then Wilhelm exited the kitchen with what appeared to be coffee and some breakfast. 'Oh, thank god! Wilhelm can handle this.' You think, relieved at his sudden appearance.

"Lucia… Please let Lady Olga be… She's had a rough night." The man says as he places plates in front of the two.

"Oh… Sorry!" Lucia says happily as ever before turning her attention to her breakfast.

Olga looks much better now that she has coffee in hand, yet before she goes to take a sip, she notices you staring at her from all the way over here. "What are you doing, Will?" She asks quite loudly.

Bringing everyone's attention to you.

Mash is giving you the side-eye as she takes a step away from you.

However, since the situation was hastily resolved by Wilhelm, you no longer felt your stomach twisting into knots and could easily say, "Me and Mash came to have breakfast. I thought you would've gotten your coffee and been behind a desk by now…"

Nodding at your statement, Olga then says, "Well, that was the plan but Lucia and Wilhelm convinced me otherwise…" You notice her left eye twitch as she says Lucia's name. Hopefully she wasn't bothering Olga for too long…

"Since you are here for breakfast, would you wish for me to make it for you, William?" Wilhelm asks you.

You quickly respond to his inquiry, "If you don't mind… I was fine making it myself, but I'd prefer to leave it in your capable hands." It's been a while since you've enjoyed a meal made by someone else… That wasn't fast food garbage.

Wilhelm nods before heading back into the kitchen.

Mash, at this point, had sat by Olga's side. Meaning the only space for you to sit in is right next to your lovely daughter. You're so glad Mash took the initiative; otherwise, you would've had another battle in your head over who to sit next to you.

How are you supposed to choose between the two of them anyway?

Breakfast was uneventful. Lucia was mostly focused on her food, and Olga had begun chatting with Mash about their responsibilities once she was done with her coffee. Leaving you all alone with nobody to talk to you.

Not that you would complain; watching Lucia enjoy herself was enough to chase every bad thing away.

A sudden pain appears in the back of your skull, like someone slamming a nail into your brain.

You try your best to not let out any noise of discomfort as it happens. However, the curse now inflicted against you was a bitch. It was so intent on ruining your day that everyone immediately noticed something was wrong with you.

Lucia looked up at you in concern and hastily asked, "Ah! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Lucia, just a headache." You tell her.

Your daughter doesn't seem convinced, but she took your word and went back to eating. Though you caught the glances she gave you as she did so.

Olga, meanwhile, was now glaring at you. If Lucia wasn't convinced, then Olga was so certain that something was wrong that you were honestly surprised she wasn't shouting accusations at you from across the table.

Damn this fucking curse. You can't be acting indecently in front of Lucia for one and two; you're surprisingly not in the mood for sex right now!

Yet this fucking shit is prodding you, poking you, and demanding you sate it despite your wants.

Olga gets up from her seat and walks over to you before whispering in your ear, "You are explaining to me what that was after Lucia leaves, you got it?" Nodding to her words, you watch her go past you into the kitchen.

A minute later, Olga comes back, saying, "Wilhelm's almost done with your breakfasts."

Sitting back down next to Mash, the two of them continued with what they were talking about.

Just as she sat down, you felt another stabbing pain in your hip. You let out a silent hiss, and this time nobody noticed. You decide to focus on listening to Mash and Olga's conversation to distract yourself.

"I figured she would have rooms she wouldn't want us to enter… But a wine cellar? Really? What a hoarder…" Olga says to Mash.

It appears they were talking about Mash's tour.

"I was a bit surprised too, then again, it kind of fits? If that makes sense?" Mash says uncertainly.

"Hmmm, I guess you're right. She does seem like the collector type, the more I think about it. She would probably throw a fit if she noticed even the slightest speck of dust missing from her bottles." Olga said, sounding amused.

Olga then said, "Still, throughout your entire tour, there wasn't a singular place that stood out like a magus's workshop?"

Mash's response was surprisingly interesting, "Well, there was the alchemy room, but Robin herself was in there and let me take a look under her supervision."

"Alchemy? That's a bit odd… I wasn't aware she was proficient in that. That brings even more into question. She was willing to show you her alchemy but it doesn't seem she has a workshop within the mansion…" Olga says.

Mash responds with, "It is a bit odd, but I think she was willing to show me because she knew I would have no understanding of any of it. Also, don't most magus's try to hide their workshop? It's not that surprising."

"I considered that, but I couldn't divine anything with my Astromancy. There doesn't seem to be any disturbances that would indicate something like a workshop within not just the mansion but the surrounding are." Olga brings up.

"Huh… That is odd." Mash said, but their conversation was cut short as Wilhelm brought you and Mash your plates.

Finally, you can distract yourself with something meaningful! Food!

After putting down your utensils, you feel a bit better now that you have had a good breakfast. Made all the better by the unending energy of Lucia. Lucia was busy leaning side to side in her seat, all the while humming to herself as she waited for you to be done.

Upon noticing you were, she jumped out of her seat and asked you, "Can we go out somewhere?"

You already felt exasperated. You didn't want to refuse her, but there were many reasons why that would be a bad idea. Firstly, your curse is acting up! Secondly, that servant chasing you down in Fuyuki could appear again at any moment to trap you in its reality marble! Thirdly, there is the matter of not wanting to put Lucia in danger!

However, while this was all completely reasonable…

Your rational mind was overcome by how distraught you felt at having to disappoint your daughter.

Thankfully, you had Olga to back you up, "Actually, Lucia, perhaps you should go with Mash to our facility in Fuyuki? William and I have to discuss a few things so he won't be able to leave."

You didn't really like the idea of her going to Chaldea's base again. However…

When Lucia began excitedly shouting, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Let's go now, Mashu!" Your daughter quickly ran over to Mash and grabbed hold of her hand; she then attempted to drag the demi-servant off. Of course, being a little girl, she was incapable of doing so.

With how excited she was, nobody could really refuse her.

Mash smiled apologetically at you as she got out of her seat and let Lucia drag her elsewhere.

Sighing to yourself you get up out of your seat as you ask, "Do you really think it's a good idea for Lucia to go back there?"

"She'll be perfectly fine, William. Not only is our facility top of the line in security, she'll have several masters there to protect her, and Mash on top of that. She's a Shielder servant, in case you forgot. You seriously worry too much." Olga mentioned as she got out of her seat as well.

"I'll trust your judgment…" You say, a bit sullen.

Instead of dancing around the issue any longer Olga asks, "Alright, fess up. What's wrong?"

Sighing to yourself, you say how it is, "Remember that curse I got after we drove off, Sam?"

"Yes?" She says with a bit of a drawl.

"Yeah, I lied when I said it wasn't doing anything." You say right out of the gate.

Olga flinches but quickly collects herself as she says, "Of course, why am I not surprised."

"I just wanted to make sure what it was doing to me before I told you. Worrying about it isn't going to help anyone." You explain.

Olga nods at what you said and quickly asks, "It's… Not going to kill you, is it?"

Chuckling to yourself, you say, "No. It doesn't look like it. At least according to Robin. It just causes pain randomly across my body. It's been a consistent nuisance since I got it."

"That could get you killed if it happened mid fight…" Olga brings up with a serious expression.

"It could…" You add helpfully.

Olga then asks, "Is there any way to cure it?"

"I could die I guess…" You say apathetically.

"Will! Take this seriously!" Olga shouts.

"I'm not joking. That's the only way to get rid of it for good." You tell her.

Olga, being a smart girl, notices your choice of words and says, "What about temporarily?"

"Sex staves off the effects for a bit but that's it." You say completely seriously.

Olga looks a bit queasy at that statement, "Have you been in pain for a while then?"

You lie for now and say, "Caster was willing to help out… A bit too willing…" You can't even remember if you've fucked Caster since then but you didn't want Olga to worry about who you were having sex with. Especially considering what you're thinking of doing next.

"Surprised you accepted it that easily." You say.

"You're an idiot, Will, but such a stupid lie could only be true if it came from your mouth." She says.

Making a huh sound, you bring your hand to your chest and say, "Well, I'm just offended; I'm an expert manipulator. I managed to convince you that I need sex in order to survive in mere seconds."

Rolling her eyes, she then said, "Even if it were a lie, it wouldn't be that far off from the truth. I fear what would happen if you had to go without my presence for a week. You'd probably shrivel up and die without Lucia there to brighten your day."

"Yeah that sounds about right." You go along with the joke.

However the two of you, despite your apparent attitudes, were very melancholic.

Not wanting to let the atmosphere get any worse than it already was, you say, "Hey Olga… I have something I need to show you now that I think about it. I didn't really get to tell you about it last night because of Ayako and I didn't want to disturb you with how tired you were earlier… So now's about the best time to do it."

Just one last manipulation is necessary… No more lies after this…

"More secrets?" She asks, already seeming annoyed.

"More secrets." You say, equally annoyed as her.

'Too many goddamn secrets.' You chide yourself as you lead Olga to the very place you had attempted to keep Mash out of mere moments ago.

As you opened the door to the cellar, you began to feel tense. Olga had been entirely silent during the trek, not even so much as making a noise, much less asking a question. You didn't dare turn around; you wanted to avoid seeing Olga's disappointed gaze.

Marching through the cellar without a care for the cluttered barrels of wine, it doesn't take much time to end up at the door to the dungeon.

Finding the courage to turn and face Olga, you noticed her raising her brow upon seeing the barred door. Before she could ask anything, you told her, "I would like to preface what I'm about to show you; you must never let Mash see, alright?"

"So it is what I think it is then…" Olga says solemnly.

It took you a second to catch on to what she actually meant so you quickly corrected her, "No, I haven't dredged up that disgusting practice, Olga. I swear to you that. However, it is in fact a dungeon."

Olga crossed her arms under her breasts as she grimaced before saying, "But why have a dungeon? Why is it here? Why am I only being made aware of it now, Will?"

"One step at a time, alright? I'm not the one you should be interrogating anyway." You say with a sweatdrop.

Leaning a bit back, Olga began tapping her foot onto the stone floor as she said, "Well? I'm waiting?" This is one of the only women in the world who can make you feel tense like this…

Well, you chose to be friends with her. Hell, you chose to be more than just friends with her.

"Alright, so firstly, remember how you said I took care of a master and servant?" You asked.

Now, Olga isn't a dumb girl, so she immediately put two and two together… "Will… Are you mad?" She yelled out, totally losing her composure.

"You had a master and servant imprisoned under my feet this whole time! Are you kidding me? A ticking time bomb right under us!" Olga ranted as she stomped onto the ground for added effect.

"Olga I'm not stupid." You say dryly.

"Oh, really, I'd love to hear how you went about this then!" Olga said mockingly.

Getting a bit annoyed at her attitude, you stood up tall as you clearly explained, "Okay, well, first off, my Caster used her Noble Phantasm to disconnect the Servant from the Master. By all accounts, the servant down there is hers. Secondly, the Servant isn't aware her former Master is down there, and the Master believes her Servant is dead."

"Oh…" Olga said, feeling a bit stupid.

You glared at her for a moment, but that quickly ceased with what she said next, "Sorry… I really need to stop treating you like that…'

"It's fine." You lie to yourself. It wasn't fine, but you didn't want Olga to feel bad.

"Alright, I see that you have that handled, but then why do it at all? Why keep either of them alive? Why only tell me now?" Olga asks, still a bit upset with herself.

"Well… As for the latter, I didn't really know how to tell you, so I figured this was the best way. As for the former… I mean, I know this Master is familiar with other Masters, and I know one of them has a Servant I should watch out for." You start.

"So you wanted to get all you could from this Master to take out the other two. If not, use her as a piece on the board to facilitate their defeat." Olga finishes.

"You get it now?" You say with a smirk.

Nodding, Olga says, "I'm obviously still annoyed you didn't tell me. But I will put it aside for now. I can tell that you didn't only want to inform me of yet another secret."

"I've been having trouble getting the Master to talk. I might be an Arathorn, but torture isn't a part of my expertise like the rest of my family." You lied as easily as you breathed.

"Well… Then I guess I'm glad you trust me to do what you cannot!" Olga said with a smug smirk on her face. She was so cute.

"But why keep the servant?" Olga then asks after realizing that little piece.

"I hope to break her into serving me and Caster faithfully." You only technically lied.

"Sure." Olga said with a bit of a drawl, clearly not entirely believing you.

But she didn't say anything else, so it was fine!

"Alright, just to preface, I have been abusing and humiliating her in my attempts to break her spirits. So she's been stripped of her clothing." You quickly inform Olga as you open the door.

"A-Ah…" Is all Olga said as she followed behind you. You think she put together the real reason you were doing all this. But one, you didn't want to assume and two, if she was still going along with this knowing what would follow…

All the better.

As the two of you approached Sakura's cell, you then began to recall something… That something being, if you two wanted to go to work, it was in your best interest to activate the bounded field for Medusa's cell. After all, you weren't going to let the secret be revealed so soon!

You told Olga to wait in front of another cell as you quickly jumped down and came face-to-face with the Rider servant. It seems Irisviel left her a bit loose when it came to restraints. However, the servant was still restrained enough for you to not mind.

The servant didn't seem to have the energy to glare at you. Though you did notice her hands were in between her legs… Naughty girl.

Though you didn't gaze at her for long, as the bounded field's activation made it quite impossible to see the other side. You believe only Robin would be able to see through the cells with the bounded field up, but you haven't asked her nor really cared.

Though maybe you should keep it up at all times if Medusa is going to be masturbating like the dirty slave she is. Wouldn't want her to climax and give away her survival to Sakura!

It's a fun idea at least, not one you care about as you scale the stairs as quickly as you can to join Olga. "What was that about?" Olga asked.

"Don't worry about it!" You wave off.

You began walking over to Sakura's cell once more, but then quickly came to another realization. "Oh yeah, we might want to get naked." You say rather suddenly.

"W-What?" Olga yelled, as if scandalized by the idea.

"What? It's nothing I haven't seen before." You reasoned.

"That's not the problem, and you know it!" Olga shouted.

Sighing, you tell it how it is, "Alright, so you want to get your clothes dirtied with blood and grime then?"

"I don't want any of that on my body either! Thank you very much!" Olga said with a turned-up nose.

"At least you can wash it off afterwards." You say half-heartedly.

"I can wash it off my clothes too!" She yelled.

"Before Mash sees?" You then say.

Unable to come up with a response, she fumbles with her words for a bit before yelling, "Is there even a bath down here?"

"No, but there is one a few rooms over you can quickly run into once we're done." You explain.

Her face twists in disgust as she finally acquiesces, "F-Fine… Just give me a second…"

She wandered into one of the empty cells as you stared at her awkwardly… "Really?" That was all you could say in response to what she was doing.

"Look away, you jerk! At least let me keep some dignity!" She yells.

"I'm going to see you naked anyway! What's the problem with me seeing you strip?" You yell in response, not really getting her problem.

"Shut it and out!" Is her grand reasoning.

Whatever, that gave you the perfect time to do something pretty important anyway. Wandering into Sakura's cell, you looked at the purple-haired girl with a raised brow as you looked at Celenike's work in full display.

Sakura was still hogtied upside down, as she had been left beforehand. Though you're honestly surprised, she was still hanging considering she was tied vicariously to the light fixture on the ceiling. The dildos were still stuffed into her holes, and cum likely filled her belly and ass to the brim.

Unfortunately, the candles that Celenike had left dripping wax onto Sakura had burned up. The wax stained her torso and the underside of her breasts, as well as a slight bit of her nipples.

With all that said, the only other thing of note was that the poor girl seemed utterly exhausted. She hadn't even reacted to you or Olga yelling at each other!

Hell, she may be asleep! Not that you could tell, considering the blindfold!

Having ensured the view was firmly etched into your memory, you immediately began using your contracts to affect Sakura's restraints. The rope hanging her up loosened, and Sakura was soon careening to the floor headfirst.

The distance between her head and the floor wasn't much, so you knew the most she would suffer was some light head trauma.

The girl squealed like a damn pig upon falling onto the floor and began struggling with her restraints, accidentally forcing the dildo stuck up her ass out. With an evil smirk, you then decided to test out the precision of one of your preferred techniques with contracts.

Blades of wind shaved and shredded off all of the rope binding Sakura, all the wax covering her, and the cum pouring out of her ass. You turned it all into dust—not even a scratch on her body! Ha! Not that you would've mind cutting her up a bit before starting.

Though now that you think about it, that means you'll have to go grab more rope after you're done.

Oh well!

Ripping off the blindfold of the girl, you make eye contact with Sakura as you push her down by her neck and pull the dildo stuffed in her pussy out. It was obvious your poor slave had only just woken up, considering the absolute terror in her eyes.

Before she could do anything, you forced her to stand up and then pushed her into the wall.

Letting go of her neck, you pull both of her arms up before making use of your contracts to hold her to the wall with invisible air. Using your feet, you spread her legs out evenly before doing the same to her legs.

Afterwards, Sakura's emotions finally caught up with her, and she returned to that dead expression you had gotten used to seeing. You also did her a little favor and cleaned off the cum leaking from her cunt, with contracts, of course. It might be your cum, but there's no way in hell you're touching spunk willingly.

Gripping the face of your slave, you begin whispering to her, "Alright… So here's how this is going to go…"

"My friend is going to come in here and ask you a few questions. Some of them are probably going to be the ones I asked you beforehand. Now you are going to cooperate to a certain extent; make this too easy or boring, and I'm going after that lover girl of yours as well as your sister, got it?" You warned.

Sakura glared at you in response.

"I'll fucking make you watch me torture them; you got it…" You growled.

The glare weakens as Sakura's eyes begin to tear up.

Letting your face match how you actually feel, you smile wildly as you add on, "Oh yeah, I'm going to remove that gag of yours now. Tell my friend anything about what I've done to you previously and I'll fulfill my previous promise posthaste, got it?"

You said that last part as you ripped the ball gag keeping her mouth open? Shut? Both? Gagged is probably the best word.

"Got it?" You repeat.

Instead of answering you, she nods.

Annoyed at the response, you use a contract to cause the wind to cleanly slice her cheek, just below her eye. "Got it?" You ask again.

"Y-Yes…" She weakly says.

"Good!" You exclaim.

"What's good?" Olga asked from behind you as your nude lover stepped into the cell with a flustered expression.

"Don't worry about it! You look nice, by the way!" You tease.

"Shut up!" Olga shouts as her blush completely takes over her face.

Taking a deep breath, your fellow magus calms down before taking a closer look at Sakura and saying, "The Matou? I didn't expect her, that's for sure."

Your only response was a small smirk.

You begin walking out of the cell, much to Olga's confusion. Seeing the need to clarify, you tell her simply, "I'll leave you with her for a moment. I'm going to grab some implements real quick to get her to talk if she's going to be uncooperative."

Olga glances at you with narrow eyes and says, "I'm assuming you tried such physical methods beforehand… Why would they work now?"

"Because I have you to do it!" You say as you stand outside the cell door.

Olga stands up straight as her entire body shows visible shock. After a brief moment, she points at herself and says, "Why would me doing it help! I don't have your bullheaded strength you dunce! I got that you just wanted to torture the poor girl but to have me do that, why? I thought you were just going to have me use my magecraft and mayb-!"

You begin walking away, as that was basically your only way to get her to do anything right now.

"Will! Don't you dare walk away! Answer me! Will!" Olga shouts.

"Be productive while I'm gone!" You shout back, not really caring. Again, this was the only way she was going to be proactive.

Also you really did need to grab a whip or something.

Olga Animusphere Marie POV (Back in Sakura's Cell)

"He's such a jerk…" Olga grumbled under her breath as she stepped back into the cell. Staring at the restrained girl on the wall, Olga became contemplative. She had taken proper consideration behind Will's words beforehand.

She could tell her lover wasn't being entirely honest. However, it wasn't in his annoying 'I'm keeping secrets from you because I think only I can handle the truth' way.

She expected to use her magecraft and be helpful while he had his fun with the girl. Olga had already put together that Will was planning to and already had done unsavory things to Sakura Matou before she had even stepped in the cell. If she were to be honest, she doesn't know how comfortable she was with that fact.

However, it seemed Will wanted something else from her but the dots just weren't connecting for her… Does he actually care about results in this case? 'No, he doesn't think long-term like that. Something like that in his case just isn't plausible...' She thought with a wince.

'Do I really think so poorly of him?' Olga thought to herself.

Then she looked at the dead-eyed naked girl strapped to the wall on the other side of the cell and quickly thought to herself, 'Sometimes I think too highly of him as well, now that I think about it.'

Sighing, she walks forward to the girl as she says, "I don't suppose you would tell me what we wish to know if I promise to not hurt you, right?"

The Matou just stares at her as if that were a stupid question and well… She guesses it was.

Looking over the girl's body, Olga finds herself lingering her gaze on certain parts of this girl's body.

Some people really were blessed. Olga was pretty confident about her body but when looking at this girl's chest, even she feels a bit of envy.

She knows her breasts aren't the largest and if they were any larger, she'd probably be annoyed at the weight more than anything and they'd most likely just get in the way. Yet as she stares at the Matou's well endowed chest, all of her rationale vanished as she wondered if Will really only kept her alive because of her body.

'He isn't so shallow…' She thought to herself.

Staring into the unimpressed eyes of her lover's captive, she finishes her thought, 'Right?'

Biting her lip, she thinks over what she should do. Will would be upset if she did nothing, right? She doesn't want to disappoint him… While she was acting haughty when he brought up the idea, she feels as though she's not really capable of this kind of thing. At least on the physical side.

Though, could she really call herself a magus if she wasn't capable of this little?

The idea made her sick. She hates how her brain works at times as it immediately tied the idea of not being okay with torture to not being capable as a magus. It was such a logical leap that she immediately got angry at the idea. Taking a deep breath, she tried to void such stupid thoughts from her head.

Her mind was just trying to justify why she should feel okay doing what she's about to do. She's mature enough to recognize that the real reason she wants to do this is to impress Will. She wants to show him that she can be relied on and is just trying to justify her going farther than she usually would without admitting that.

'Hmph! He should be grateful to have a girl like me willing to do stuff like this for him. I mean, why would he even need a girl with a fat chest like this when I would do ANYTHING for him?' She thought to herself.

Pausing at the thought, she continued her internal monologue, 'Wait. That sounded really creepy, and a bit stalker-ish.'

Shaking her head she thinks to herself a bit more, 'I'm letting him get into my head and I doubt he's even really trying do that. I just need to calm down, I'm better than this. I have no reason to be jealous and so I won't be jealous.'

Then she looks back down at Sakura's breasts and for whatever reason rage clouded her mind once more. It's not like she would be jealous of some stupid bitch that Will only keeps around to get his dick wet. No, she was classy, a real woman. She would never get offended at even the idea, because it's just absurd.

She's Olga Marie Animusphere, the daughter of a clocktower lord with a good and healthy relationship with her lover.

She is not at all coping with the fact that her mind, soul, and body never seem to align.

It wasn't like her mind was trying to justify her ridiculous choices in men and how she's going to bend over backwards for his demands. Her soul definitely wasn't raging and screaming at her to destroy this pathetic slut who'd dare take Will's attention away from her.

And without a doubt, her hand did not just slap this BITCH'S face! Which would have left a bright red mark on the dead eye girl's 'perfect' body if she did, of course.

She's not jealous.

She's not jealous.

She has nothing to be jealous of. She can please Will, all she has to do is make this girl talk and let him have his fun right?

If she does this professionally he would stop keeping secrets from her and treat her like a partner. Like he always should have. So she can't stand to be unprofessional right now. That's exactly why Olga Marie Animusphere wouldn't slap a captive girl just because a nagging thought in the back of her mind said Will preferred women with large breasts.

Definitely not.

She especially wouldn't begin using a paralysis spell as a way to set this aforementioned girl's nerves on fire. Because that would be unprofessional.

And Olga Marie Animusphere was a professional woman who could be trusted as a partner by her lover William Arathorn.

William Arathorn POV (Returning to Sakura's Cell with tools in tow)

Ah the sweet melody of a weakling screaming. It didn't matter if it came from men or women, the sound was always a delight. Though you definitely preferred different contexts depending on the gender. To be honest, you weren't expecting this level of reaction on Sakura's part just yet. You expected you'd need to get involved and guide Olga towards what to do.

Yet it seems she's a natural.

"Stop! Stop!" Your prisoner yelled haggardly as you neared the cell.

The screaming didn't stop even as you stepped into the doorway. She tried fruitlessly to get Olga to stop by begging her, "Please!"

Looking at Olga, you expected her to continue but she turned to look at you. Upon realizing you were there, her eyes widened as if she were caught stealing something. Taking her hand off Sakura, Olga walks over to you, slowly taking a glance at what you were holding.

"Did you get her to say anything? I wasn't gone for long?" You asked as you take a glance at Sakura, noticing a particular red mark on her check. It was shaped oddly like a hand.

Olga shaked her head, and said, "Oh, no. I gave her the chance but upon realizing she wasn't going to be cooperative, I thought it best to, well…"

Turning your full attention back on Olga, you cooed, "You wanted her to know you should be taken seriously?"

Blushing at your words, Olga slaps her hand against your chest as she says, "You're making us look like idiots!"

"Oh, don't worry. We're in the position to act as we please. Sakura is not. Thus, it doesn't matter if I embarrass you or you embarrass yourself. She has to take us seriously." You say mockingly.

Enraged at your teasing, she pulls away from you as she crosses her arm and huffs. "Just shut up, if you would?" Olga asks with no heat in her voice.

"You want to do all the talking?" You say as you drop the stuff you brought into the corner.

Spinning on her heel, she points at you angrily as she almost rants at you, "That's not-! Nope. You won't get a reaction out of me! No sir!" Unfortunately, it seems you've been doing it too much recently; she's learning.

"Ah well. So what did you do to cause her to scream like that?" You ask, not really caring if you embarrass Olga or not.

"I used a paralysis spell. Well, perhaps use is a bit too generous. I royally screwed up the execution, intentionally, and kept-." Olga starts.

"Then you kept reactivating it or kept it up to do terrible things to her insides, gotcha." You finish. Olga seems a bit annoyed at you finishing her sentence but says nothing other than a harumph.

Taking a closer at Sakura, it appeared that the spell had done a number on her. She was already ragged and panting like a dog just from that. You've been under the specific paralysis spell Olga likely used before. You know what it does to a person's insides when the spell messes up.

However, that should cause some major discomfort. Not this.

Then again, it could've been a different spell with a different method of paralysis. Your own method would be to surround someone with contracted constructs, such as solid air or contracted plants, to restrain them. Case and point Sakura right now. Though you were using it to a lesser extent just to restrain her and not outright paralyze her.

Ah, well, you probably shouldn't dwell on it. It was likely a different spell.

"So then. Let's begin." You say as you pick up the whip you dropped.

Olga, staring at the whip nervously, asks, "Do you want me to-?"

"Maybe later; for now, let's just ask her some questions and try to get her to speak. Unless she's willing to tell us now?" You say.

You look towards Sakura and as she tries to speak, she finds no sound coming from her throat. You knew she would take Olga's excessive use of a screwed-up spell as enough to say something… But you didn't see it the same way, and thus, contracts ensure your fun continues.

With a flick of your wrist, the whip strikes the floor, and the thwacking sound it makes ensures that it will be perfect for what comes next. "So. I'm going to ask something and if I don't like what I hear or hear nothing at all. This is going straight towards that chest of yours." You 'warn' Sakura. Her expression changes little but you catch her glancing at Olga.

You then add, "After I get my answer or a lack of one. Olga here is either going to ask you a new one or the same one, depending on how important the question is. If she doesn't like the answer, she's going to give your body that nasty shock all over again. Got it?" Learning from last time, Sakura silently nods.

Olga, meanwhile, flinched at your mention of her. Then, when you explained what you planned on for her to do, her face became pensive. As if she wasn't looking forward to it.

"Alright, question one." You strike the whip against the floor once more.

"Who were you allied with?" You 'ask'.

Sakura goes to say something but noticing the narrowing of your eyes, she says something else, "I worked alone…" She lied.

You strike her right breast, leaving a mark above the nipple. Her wince and quiet squeak almost made you strike a second time. Taking a second, you look at Olga, and she seems split on grinning like a made woman or snarling right now.

You decide to distract her by saying, "Olga?" You were trying to subtly remind her that it was her turn to ask a question.

"Oh. Yes. Ahem. Who were you allied with?" Olga asks, not really trying to be menacing. It seems like she was distracted by internal thoughts and not just your 'query'.

Sakura bites her lip, and with that being the most emotion she's shown outside of her begging, she spat out, "I don't exactly have anyone that would ally with me."

"Including your sister?" Olga asked, not realizing at that moment what that question would imply. Then again, the Chaldea files mentioned her blood relation with Tohsaka, so maybe she knowingly asked that?

For some reason, that didn't seem right.

Regardless of whether on purpose or not, her question asked about two people, not just one.

"N-No…" Sakura said with shame.

"No, as in even your own sister wouldn't ally with you, or no, as in she was?" Olga asks.

"No… Shina wouldn't want anything to do with me." Sakura lied.

Then you were proven wrong with your earlier assumption.

"What about Tohsaka?" Olga asked with a grin on her face and at this point, you remembered that she was supposed to shock Sakura by now! Instead, she just keeps asking questions!

"Who?" Sakura lied again as her eyes widened. You wondered if she thought you told Olga this already.

"I know you were formerly of the Tohsaka family. I doubt she'd want to have anything to do with you either, but I like to cover my bases." Olga said smugly.

Wincing at that, Sakura says, "No… We don't talk to each other so why would she help me?"

"So no sisterly love from either of your siblings? You know, for some reason, I just don't believe that." Olga said sadistically as she stepped forward. Oh good, you wouldn't have to remind her.

Placing all five of her fingers on Sakura's stomach, Olga maliciously says, "You'll tell me the truth next time, won't you?"

"Wai-! Don't!" Sakura screamed as she was overcome by agony once more.

"Please!" She shouted.

"This is-!" She did her best to make her screams legible.

"This is too much!" Sakura cried out as you watched her struggle against her restraints with the most emotion you've seen from her yet.

Her face had twisted and contorted as she failed to steel herself and grit her teeth. Tears had yet to fall, but they had begun to pool at her eyes. You let Olga continued as she pleased, forcing Sakura to squirm more and more.

You wanted to see how much pain she'd sustain.

However, you noticed something odd about her. The veins in her face began to bulge, her eyes had become bloodshot, and it was when you noticed red tears that you decided to place your hand on Olga's shoulder.

Olga immediately ceased using the spell upon feeling your hand lay upon her. Not expecting the contact she was unable to stop herself from fumbling out, "H-Huh?"

"Perhaps you should slow down on that." You say calmly.

Olga's face twisted into a grimace before her eyes widened as she realized what she was doing. Pulling her hand away she looked down in shame at the state she left Sakura. "You didn't do anything wrong." You tell her honestly.

Your fellow magus looks up at you with a questioning gaze. You then tell her, "It's fine if you were getting a bit too into it, but I don't think you realized what you were doing. You were absolutely destroying her insides with whatever that was, and while it was hot. We do need her alive."

Pointing at Sakura you look in fascination as she slowly transitions back into that dead-eyed girl you were familiar with.

Olga crosses her arms as she says, "Apologies. I should've realized what I was doing."

Chuckling you take Olga in a embrace as you tell her, "No need to apologize. No one was hurt that didn't need to be after all." All you wanted to do was make her comfortable with what's to come.

Your statement seems to do the trick as she lets her arms fall to her side as she says, "I guess so. Though will she talk?"

As those words reached her ears Sakura flinched back a small bit as her eyes let terror walk back into the limelight. Though she quickly calmed down and returned to her apathetic facade. It really was impressive to watch, she clearly experienced something similar to this and knew how to fake it.

However, this experience of hers didn't change the fact that she was a young and stupid girl.

For even now she tried to beg, "P-Please… Don't…" She should know better.

"Will you talk?" Olga repeated as she pried herself from your grip and walked into the girl. The breasts of both girls pressed into each other very nicely and you almost took Olga from behind then and there. It would've been hot, but just not the time.

Your pride wouldn't let you willingly make a fool of yourself.

"I… I was working with my sister, Shina, not Tohsaka. I was being honest when neither liked me, at least I don't think they do. Please just… Don't do that to me again…" She pleaded earnestly.

"Oh please… I have files on both you and your sisters. I don't doubt your words on Tohsaka. But your school records clearly show some level of care from your fellow Matou!" Olga shouts in her face.

"H-Huh?" Sakura asked, confused.

Shaking her head Olga looked down at Sakura with a upturned nose as she pressed herself further into Sakura—completely unaware on the effect this wonderful sight was doing to you— as she said, "Is it so hard to believe a magus wouldn't prepare for any and all opponents they would face? Really you must think I'm stupid or be stupid yourself if you don't think I'd do anything to get an advantage."

"N-No that wasn't what I was suggesting!" Sakura squeaked, emotion filtering back into her expression as she pulled back as Olga continued to press their bodies together.

"Oh really, if not what else? You don't intend for me to believe that you-…" Olga stops mid sentence as she looks at Sakura's expression. A mixture of confusion, fear, and sorrow Olga leaned in a bit with her head as she looked deeply at Sakura.

With some form of realization Olga pulls back as she says, "You've got to be kidding me…"

"What?" You ask with a gentle smile.

Shaking her head as she takes a step back, Olga says, "She genuinely believes her sister doesn't care about her." Okay that made you raise a brow, you don't believe that for a second, Sakura went above and beyond to protect her from yo-...

'Oh she is beyond fucked up isn't she?' You thought in your head as you laughed out loud.

"You're such a stupid bitch you know that Sakura?" You say aloud. If she really believed her sister didn't care about her, the fact she is going so far to protect her from you is hilarious.

Olga raises a brow at your statement but doesn't say anything, Sakura meanwhile pulls away at the provocation.

"Hmm that's gonna be a dead end then. I know about a girl that both of the Matou's were friends with that turned out to be a Master. Though based on what Lancer told me she only summoned a servant after Sakura lost hers so I doubt she knows much about the servant." You explain.

Olga sighs as she says, "I guess that's that then. Are we gonna try the same thing? It didn't get her to tell the truth on that little, so I doubt it would work this time."

Nodding at her words you say, "We're gonna have to go at this with a different angle, how would you like to fuck up that cunt of hers? I know she's especially weak to sexual torture." You weren't even hiding your intentions at this point, your smile didn't even recede as Olga shrinked in on herself at your words.

You know she knows. She knows you know she knows.

However, she already did things that were beyond the pale for what would be considered torture. This was technically a step back, so you knew she would do it.

You knew she would enjoy it.

Something about Sakura got her to want to treat her terribly. You would be a fool if you didn't use that feeling to make Olga see from your perspective.

Walking into the corner you grabbed one of the tools you had left there. Turning to Olga with whip in one hand and something not to different in the other you ask her, "Do you want to use this or the whip?"

Olga looked between the riding crop and whip in your hands. Her face was conflicted but quickly became resigned as she says, "I'll take the crop."

Smiling like a mad man, you could only say one thing.

"Good choice."

Olga Marie Animusphere POV (Is still right there)

She watched in resignation as Will dropped the whip. At this point, there was no turning back; she was going to commit to this horrible decision. Yet even as he approached her, even as he handed her the crop by its handle… She was apprehensive.

Was she making a mistake?

Certainly she was… But was she aware of the extent? Was this no small decision?

Gripping the riding crop in her two hands, she felt uncertain. Surely if she felt this way, Will would understand that perhaps she wasn't comfortable with this. Though maybe she was wrong, for Will decided to say, "Do you even know where to start?"

He loomed over her. He had a caring gaze as he looked down on her, yet she felt fear.

This was too much… She let some immature annoyance control her earlier. She wasn't… This isn't her. She doesn't want to do this, not really but… Then Will may be disappointed in her…

As he looked at her expectantly, an earlier thought re-entered her mind, 'I would do anything for him.'

'Even this.' She resigned. There was no point fighting it. She knew she would cave, she had earlier.

So Olga Marie Animusphere committed to a terrible mistake. "N-No… Not exactly. Would you…" She rested her responsibilities as a human being into the hands of William Arathorn.

"Do you want me to lead you?" He asked with a sense of intrigue.

"Just… Yes… I guess lead would be apt. Lead me." She acquiesced.

Will took his place behind her. She felt his member rub against her back, just above her butt. She shivered as he took hold of her wrist and led her hand until the tip of the crop was pressing into Sakura's pussy. The tip ever so slightly spread her lower lips as Will motioned her hand back and forth.

Olga watched as Sakura's face took on the slightest hint of flush as she continued to let Will 'lead her'. She then felt Will grab her other wrist and lead her hand to Sakura's left breast. She instinctively enveloped the large tit with her hand. She was kind of disturbed by how quickly she just did it.

She began to fondle Sakura with little care. She was certain that if she could see her own face right now, her face would have a similar apathy to what her victim was faking earlier.

Should she not feel something at this? Regret? Disgust? Lust?

No, of course not. This was just another duty. Just another responsibility for one of two people she dared not disappoint in this world.

Yet she did feel something as she began to move on her own. As her waist connected with Sakura's, Olga began to feel a simmering rage. It was a rage towards these abominable things she holds with her left hand.

What woman needed breasts this large? Whores, that's who.

And that's what Sakura was. A whore. A whore for HER William's lust.

A lust she herself should be able to fill on her own, but for whatever reason, Will found it within his heart to spare this wench. It annoyed her to no end! Why did he lust after other women? Why was she not enough? Was it…

Was it because she didn't have these? These breasts that her own hand could not fully encapsulate even if she spread her grip as far as it could go? These breasts that were so soft she could mistake them for clouds wrapped in silk? These abhorrent breasts that she did not have?

Were hers too small? Olga's breasts weren't the largest, sure, but they fit perfectly into Will's hands! Should that not be enough?

Annoyed, Olga struck the crop down on Sakura's cunt, causing the restrained girl to groan in discomfort. To distract herself from her rage, she gritted out the words, "So… What about that other friend of yours and her servant? Tell me everything and I won't go any farther…"

Sakura gave her a strange look before bracing herself. The fact that she just accepted what was to come next set something off in her.

Placing her knee right in between Sakura's thighs and ensuring that her cunt was riding her leg, she placed her left hand right next to Sakura's head. Leaning closer to the girl, she placed the head of the riding crop right under the chin of Sakura. The girl tilted her head up as the crop was pushed under her jaw but did not open her eyes nor her mouth.

"Do you want to reconsider?" Olga growled out.

Sakura did not.

Letting out an annoyed grunt, Olga pushed off the wall and smacked the riding crop against Sakura's cheek, where she had smacked her earlier. However, she did not stop there. She smacked the girl's stupid breasts again and again.

She couldn't stop herself as she brought her own down on Sakura's left breast, causing a yelp to escape the girl's mouth. Olga, annoyed at Sakura for just about everything, lowered the crop back down to the girl's crotch. Forcing the shaft in between Sakura's pussy lips once more, Olga thrust the implement back and forth as she mauled both of Sakura's breasts with her free hands.

"Talk!" She shouted.

"Stop!" She pleaded, but Olga refused to do so.

"Please stop!" Sakura pleaded again as her face got redder and redder.

Ceasing her assault of Sakura's breasts, Olga gripped the girl's fragile throat as she pinned her head to the back of the wall and growled out, "Then talk…" Though she had stopped beating and gripping Sakura's now swollen breasts, Olga did not cease in stimulating Sakura's lower body.

Which ultimately led to the degenerate girl known as Sakura Matou to cum wildly upon Olga pinning her head to the back of the wall. Olga felt intense disgust as she realized what she was doing was helping the girl get off. "Terrible… Just terrible…" She said as she took a step back and tossed the riding crop away, not wanting the girl's fluids anywhere near her.

"Now, talk, or I'll do worse." The magus threatened, though, to be honest… she doubted she could do something so extreme again. Something overcame her that just made all of that come to her naturally. She doubts it would happen a second time, at least so soon.

Then William stepped into her view.

It was then she realized she just did all that in front of him without much direction on his part. "What did she do to get on your nerves?" He asked with a smug grin on his face that made Olga really want to punch him.

Though she ignored that feeling, as she was certain she'd just hurt her hand rather than actually do him any harm. Instead she lied to him by saying, "I just wanted to get this done and over with. I don't have all the time in the world after all." She just didn't want to admit to his face that she was jealous.

Jealousy wasn't befitting of an Animusphere. It wasn't befitting of her.

"If you say so?" He said, clearly not believing her.

"Now are you gonna talk, Sakura?" He asked the beaten girl.

"Y-Yes… Just stop… Please…" She begged.

Taking a bow and pointing both his arms towards the restrained Matou, Will told her, "You have the floor."

Nodding, she asked one last time, "Tell us about that friend of yours and her servant. Everything. I'll know if you're lying!" She actually would; the girl was very obvious when she was lying, after all.

"Her…" Sakura started to say before biting her lip.

It seemed like she was fighting back against the need to say it.

Though this struggle to speak didn't last long as Sakura lowered her head in shame until her hair obscured her face and mouth as she said, "H-Her name is Shirou Emiya…"

She pauses before she says, "She's been good to me for a long time, I hope she considers the two of us as friends…"

"T-Though, I-I d-don't r-really know much about her. S-She's a good person… Too good, if she's willing to put up with me…" She said.

"But I d-don't think sh-she really has a life outside of helping others. Sh-She likes to cook… But I wasn't… I wasn't even aware she was a magus until a few days ago!" Sakura cried out as if the words were spilling out of her mouth without her consent.

It really annoyed her that she wasn't just getting to the point of the question. "What about her abilities? What can she do? I don't care about your sob story…" Olga asked, firm in her tone.

Sakura looked up, her hair parted and revealed a teary face. "Um…" She said, thinking over what to say next.

"S-She… S-She said that she's o-only really g-good at reinforcement… T-Though, h-honestly…" She pauses.

"She's really not good at it." Was how she finished.

Olga lifted a brow at that, expecting more. "Wait? That's it? Reinforcement?" She asked mostly out of disbelief.

"That's all I know! Sh-She could be better a-at other things!" Sakura called out, seemingly defending her friend's lack of ability.

Shaking her head, Olga then asked, "I doubt it, but then what about her servant? I doubt whoever she summoned would be any more capable than her, but if it's an Assassin or a Caster, that could be worth knowing."

Sakura didn't hesitate much when she said, "I th-think her… Her servant said she was a Lancer…"

"And?" Olga felt as if Sakura was going somewhere with that, but she just kind of stopped speaking after that.

"She had a mount…" Was all Sakura added.

Olga nodded at that, so the servant could potentially be a Rider then and just lied about being a Lancer… Which could mean this Shirou girl was faking her abilities, even to allies, which would be smart. Or…

It was just a Rider who was embarrassed at how weak they were.

There was also the possibility this was just a Lancer with a mount though… Servants were weird like that.

"Her servant was really strong… I could feel how dangerous she was before I even saw her… It was like the world itself was telling me to stay far away from her." Sakura muttered to herself. Her words got quieter and quieter the longer she spoke but Olga heard every second of it.

That was mildly concerning if Sakura was to be taken at her word.

Though, before she could ask anything else, she heard William snap his fingers.

"Alright then." He said with dramatic effect.

Olga found her looking his way in confusion at what he was doing before she heard something plop to the floor behind her. She then noticed Sakura had been freed from her 'restraints'.

"Now the fun part." He then said, Olga's eyes immediately went back to Will, only to notice a very big issue.

A part of her wondered if she did a bad job and he was just going to fuck that whore of his in front of her as some odd punishment. Yet when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, she knew she was thinking about it all wrong.

William Arathorn POV (A few minutes later)

"Like… Like this right?" Olga asked. Currently, she is situated on top of Sakura's face, per your instructions. She was nervous as all hell. Olga was awkwardly sitting on top of Sakura, using her right hand to hold her up by laying it on Sakura's chest just above her breasts.

"Yeah, though it might be more comfortable to use the ground to support you rather than Sakura herself." You explain to her as you hold up Sakura's legs, lining up your dick and her cunt.

"Oh… So more like this, then?" Olga asked with a sheepish expression as she leaned back with both her hands touching the ground.

Nodding, you say, "Just… Like… That!" You push into Sakura, causing her to moan under Olga. You catch Olga shivering in delight from the action.

After Olga finished with Sakura's 'interrogation', you had let Sakura down and restrained her arms with whatever rope you could scrounge up. Though it honestly wasn't necessary. You just found it hot that she literally couldn't refuse you as you fucked her and had Olga ride her face. Though it was a pretty limp ride right now considering the two girl's uncertainty of what to do.

"Tongue out, you dumb bitch! Not you, Olga." You say, adding that last bit just so Olga doesn't get confused.

Though that just seems to get her to glare at you, yet the glare does not last as Sakura's tongue dives into Olga's pussy. Olga swiftly raised one of her hands to her mouth as she did her best to hold in a squeak. You, meanwhile, began thrusting into Sakura. This only makes it harder for Olga to keep her mouth shut.

"D-Dammit~!" Olga complains as she lets her hand down and begins to move her hips.

"You get why I enjoy this now?" You ask.

Olga tries to muster up a glare, but her face can't keep up the expression as she loses herself to the pleasure of debasing Sakura. "Just shut up~!" Is her grand comeback.

Taking your attention off of Olga for a moment, you take hold of one of Sakura's breasts, mostly to play with her erect nipples. Though it was all for one specific goal. "Ugh! Stop that~! I'm not used to it!" To get Olga to cum at least twice before you do so once.

Sakura not only put more effort into tongue-fucking Olga when stimulated but her own lustful sounds reverberated into Olga's most sensitive parts. Which all served to make Olga cum. She would realize the pure bliss that was this existence. The existence of being a master.

You don't mean being a Master of a Servant.

What you meant was the joy of being the master of a slave.

Considering how furiously Olga was riding Sakura's face right now, you knew she was beginning to understand. "Ugh! AAAA!" She shouted as she came loudly. Olga couldn't catch herself as she fell backwards onto the ground.

You watched it with some mirth as you shifted your position to more on top of Sakura as you began plowing down into her. The girl in your grip wasn't faring much better than Olga. You were certain she's come at least twice, but you weren't concerned about her pleasure in the slightest.

You gritted your teeth. With how hard you were fucking her, you should've cum by now. Yet you were effectively blue-balling yourself. You wanted to get Olga back on Sakura's face. You needed that wonderful sight before you'd even consider letting yourself cum.

Olga roused from her climax as she got onto her knees and looked at you wearily. Her eyes widened at the sight of you fucking Olga before her expression turned sheepish again. She crawled over to you and asked, "Wouldn't you rather do that to me?"

The genuine question fucked with you and you stopped in your assault of Sakura. Olga looked at you intently, waiting for an answer as you thought it over. It doesn't take you long to figure out your answer, though, "No. I wouldn't do something like this to you. You're too important to me to be treated like this."

That causes Olga's eyes to widen in realization and surprise as she turns her flushed face away from you. Not saying anything, she crawls on top of Sakura before resting her crotch on Sakura's face once more, but this time she was facing away from you.

"I hadn't even considered… That you thought of me differently from other women… To you, this whore, is just that right? Another woman?" She asked, never once looking at you as she mounted Sakura.

Though you really didn't understand what she was asking. So you just answered the question as you understood it, "Yeah? Why?"

"Then I'm special, right? I'm not just another woman to you, right?" She asked almost pleadingly, and you really didn't like her tone of voice. It just made your gut feel uneasy… And honestly… That kind of talk was a turn-off, at least coming from her.

"You're my woman, Olga. You could never be just another woman to me." You tell her firmly, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

"I thought so, but… A voice in my head couldn't stop myself from comparing me to the other women you surround yourself with. At least now I know for certain…" She said as she turned her head to face you, a smile was planted on her cute face.

"So enjoy the show! Now out with your tongue, you dumb bitch!" She said, the latter part, mimicking what you said to Sakura earlier. Of course, Sakura listens to her as she should. Though honestly, hearing a word like bitch coming from Olga's mouth was more adorable than intimidating.

You could see the very moment as Sakura's tongue enters Olga's pussy, and you got to see every single detail as she began to actually ride the restrained girl's face. Fuck it, you don't care; you gotta cum. Letting your load out into Sakura's womb, you quickly remove yourself from her cunt and place yourself on her stomach.

Placing your dick between Sakura's breasts, you hold both of her boobs up with just your left hand, both of her nipples firmly in your grip. Your right hand, meanwhile, wraps around Olga's body and grabs onto her right breast. With exceptional skill in fondling, she was left moaning due to both you and Sakura's efforts. Obviously your efforts were more appreciated.

"You-! You asked earlier if I understood why you enjoyed this! I do! I get it! I get it now!" She shouted as her lewd face looked at you with such obvious lust…

With that, you couldn't stop yourself from moving your hand from her breast to Olga's mouth, shoving two of your fingers into her gaping mouth. You forced her mouth to stay open so every wonderful moan could be heard. It made every second spent between Sakura's wonderful breasts worth it.

Because you should've been delved deep into Olga's cunt right now, making sure she understood how important she was. The fact she had to even ask if you were special to you upset you greatly. You also understood her inability to understand that was exacerbated by Sakura's presence.

So she should just do her fucking job, and make you cum!

"Fuck!" You shout as you let Sakura's tits go.

Olga then lets out a squeal as she is lifted ever so slightly, and has her cunt filled with your cock. You cum instantly upon the insertion, as you had already been on the edge of losing yourself for a moment there. You feel Olga orgasm at this action and for a moment, the two of you just sit there, basking in the glow of sexual pleasure.

Your cum dripped onto Sakura's face even with you plugging up Olga's pussy with your cock.

After a few more seconds, you let yourself loose from Olga as she fell face-forward. Her lower half lay on Sakura's face limply as cum pooled out of her. Sakura's mouth curled up in disgust at having your lover lay on top of her like that.

However, you had fun. You'll spare her just a little bit.

Pushing Olga off of Sakura, you tell her, "Sorry Olga, gonna need you to move."

"S-Sorry." She weakly says as she rolls over.

Sakura's face then goes back to her usual dead-eyed expression.

You simply look down at both girls with a serene expression.

A Few Minutes Later

"Like that?" Olga asked anxiously, uncertain of her task.

Standing behind your fellow magus you tell her simply, "Be a bit rougher, you want to make sure it sticks after all." You had properly restrained Sakura once more and right now you were having Olga apply some irritant to Sakura's sensitive spots. You don't know what the irritant actually is, as it's not branded…

Now that you think about it, Robin is a deviant. It's probably homemade, though you doubt it was made for personal use.

Maybe she's used some of this stuff on that poor servant of hers?

That's not important! Right now you have to ensure Olga is feeling nice and in control of the situation as she gets Sakura very uncomfortable. She was currently applying the stuff to the girl's nipples, gloves on obviously.

Though you could only find some gardener's gloves down here.

They were way too big for her hands, but the purpose of them was to prevent the irritant from being applied to her own hands. Of course you could've just contracted air around her hand like a glove and saved everyone some time…

However, you wanted Olga to be a proactive element and not just an assistant in these dark deeds. So she needed to know how to get these things done on her own.

It had absolutely nothing to do with how hot it was watching Olga awkwardly debase your slave just because you asked.

"I… I move onto her vagina now?" Olga asked, turning to face you slightly.

You take a closer look at the Matou's body, and her breasts were already pretty red. The girl's face had scrunched up in annoyance as well instead of sticking with her usual expression. So it was safe to say, "Yeah, be a bit gentler on her down there than you were being with her breasts though. You were practically mauling her tits!"

"You said be rough!" She yelled.

Laughing at her annoyance, Olga quickly went back to work deciding that it was best she ignored you.

A Minute Later

"Alright done. Now, are we going to be productive, or are you going to continue being a degenerate?" Olga asks with a pensive expression as she stands up letting the gloves fall from her hands.

"You can go and get washed up, I ain't gonna stop you. I need to do one last thing though before I go get cleaned up myself." You explain.

Olga crosses her arms as she turns away from you and says, "I can just… Wait for you…"

"No. I don't want Mash coming across you and asking questions." You say.

"She'll ask me questions if she finds me coming out of a random shower as well, Will." She points out.

Shaking your head you then explain, "Yes but that'll be easier to explain than the grime and… 'Fluids'. Besides, the longer you take the higher the chance of something like that happening. We probably don't even have to worry if you're just quick about it."

"That's true…" Olga whispers.

Relenting Olga then says, "Alright well… Finish up swiftly then. I'll need you this afternoon, I don't want to waste it doing nothing, got it?"

Waving her off you are left alone in Sakura's cell as you kneel down to the now squirming Matou. She wasn't gagged, yet she was trying to keep her weeping silent. The irritants had already gone to work and it was clear from how red faced she was, that they were working.

Smiling softly you drag your hand down towards her thighs as you say, "You should be happy that I'm not doing worse after your poor showing. However, I am a benevolent master. Beg me to, and I'll grant you an ounce of pleasure before the pain truly sets in."

"Please!" She begged immediately, not even hesitating.

"Please?" You ask expectantly.

"Please let me cum, master…" She quietly muttered.

"Of course, slave." Diving your hand into her pussy, you finger Sakura ferociously as she cums again.

You had incidentally left her on edge before you and Olga had finished, only worsened by Olga applying those mysterious irritants. It really only took a few pumps of your fingers and she was lost to the pleasure of her master.

You get up as Sakura pants and go into the corner one last time to grab your final tool. Pulling a vibrator and a bit of rope from the dark corner you walk back over to Sakura.

Tying the thing to her thigh, you set the vibrator to low before leaving the cell finally.

Sakura Matou, your slave, would stir in obscene suffering until you returned.

For now, you had to get yourself a disciple.

Ayako Mitsuzuri POV (Somewhere else within the Mansion)

Ayako uh… Ayako didn't know what to do in this situation.

She had just finished grabbing breakfast from her gracious hosts and wanted to go find William… As he had said, he planned on teaching her magic, and obviously that piqued her interest. Yet instead of being taught how to fling fireballs, she's getting hounded by this random woman.

She wasn't even aware this woman lived here! Yet here she is!

Ayako couldn't help but notice she kind of looked similar to that Servant that was with her when William collapsed a day back. She quickly made the assumption that this woman was her master, even if it was for really shallow reasons. Which she cannot be blamed for considering this woman was still grilling her for no reason!

"Have you even listened to a word I've said?" The woman asked pointedly as she looked down on Ayako.

With her glare and her voice, could Ayako be blamed for feeling upset? She acted all superior and stuff while looking so emo! The only thing saving this woman's fashion sense was her face and eroticism! Not that she was looking at the woman like that!

Ayako is very certain of her sexuality but damn, are those breasts hypnotic…

"Oh, I see? I appear to have left that little hex on… Charmed so soon? If it's that easy to worm my way into your heart, I fear for your dignity, as I know what I'd do to an innocent thing like you back home." She said with a seductive gaze that Ayako did NOT blush at the implication of.

However, she feels like she needs a proper adult near her right now! At least some sort of authority to keep this clearly evil woman away from her!

The woman does a small flourish with her hand and… "There!" She said.

Suddenly, Ayako's 'attraction' to this woman vanished, as if only now she realized that she wasn't into women. It left Ayako confused until she critically thought about what the woman said… Was this woman using magic to seduce her?

Crossing her arms under her breasts, the woman then authoritatively asks, "Now, if you would answer my question, I believe you said something quite ridiculous… Something about a certain idiot teaching you 'magic'?"

"He's not an idiot…" Ayako grumbled to herself.

"Oh, is that so?" The woman smirked to herself.

Ayako feels sheepish, she feels like she should defend his intelligence. However, his smarts probably lie more in technique than actual intelligence… 'Sorry, William…' She thought to herself over the intrusive feelings.

"If you're going to say something like that, you should at least hold firm in your words." The woman says before allowing herself a short chuckle. She'd call it more of a cackle, though, her laugh was horrendously ugly.

Wanting to no longer hear that horrendous laugh, Ayako quickly shouted, "Anyway! He said he was only going to teach me magic if I had the potential for it! I think he's mostly concerned with me pulling my own weight rather than actually intending to make me a wizard."

"I believe the term is magus; at least here it is." The woman says behind a hand she brought up to her face.

"Whatever!" Ayako shouted, really just done with this woman.

However, instead of reacting to Ayako's attitude, the woman steps forward and looks deeply into the younger girl before saying, "Hmm… The idea he could teach you anything is rather foolish. At the very least, I can tell you for certain you have potential… A lot more than your appearance would dictate anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ayako shouts, though internally she was happy at the idea that she could potentially cast fireballs.

"Well… At least for the surroundings, you are rather plain. A relatively normal girl, a bit tomboyish, though nothing special. Which is surprising considering I can tell your potential is rather fierce. Where I'm from, there's at least some physical detail or personality quirk associated with this kind of potential." The woman says.

She didn't know how to feel at her words so she just decided to take it as a compliment. Normal was a good thing, right?

However, before she could ponder further on the implications.

A familiar voice interrupts, "Tharja… What are you doing with my guest?"

William Arathorn POV (He's Right There)

You had taken your sweet time cleaning up before you went to go look for Ayako and it seems that was just a mistake. So here you are, witnessing Tharja of all people harassing her. You felt oddly protective of Ayako, not to say she was anything like Olga or Lucia to you.

Whatever this protectiveness was born from was not at all the same.

Maybe it was better to describe this 'protectiveness' as how one would feel seeing a stranger mock their young pet?

Yes, that seemed accurate.

"Tharja… What are you doing with my guest?" You call out from behind the girl. You watch as Tharja's expression turns annoyed in record time as Ayako turns to you with a slightly hopeful expression.

You had heard a bit of their conversation before you had interrupted, but that didn't matter. Well beyond the fact Ayako indeed had the potential for magecraft. What did matter was the fact that Tharja was poking around where she best kept her hands away.

You've tolerated her so far because she's Robin's plaything as well as the potential usefulness of her servant.

However, if she was going to start making trouble, perhaps it was time to take a different approach. Staring at the woman, you wait for her to defend herself. Instead, she says, "So I hear you're planning on taking up a student of all things." Her voice was clearly mocking.

"Ayako is rather ignorant of the moonlit world; I seek to remedy this. She needs to bring value beyond her servant after all if she wishes to be my ally." You explain.

Placing her right hand on her hip as she lets her other hand fall to her side, she continues to mock you, "Oh? I am rather ignorant myself, you see. I'm from rather far away, so I'm not familiar with how you people handle the arcane! You wouldn't mind teaching me as well, would you?"

"Um… I'm pretty sure magic works the same all across the world… At least I think it does…" Ayako says, rather ignorantly.

"Not entirely." You mutter. It also doesn't help considering Tharja and Robin's circumstances. You don't exactly know how their magecraft works yet, or if it's even magecraft.

Irregardless of those facts, you decide to mock Tharja in turn, "I'm afraid I'll have enough trouble with one student. So I can't have you occupying my time for Ayako. However, if you wish to learn, I'm certain Robin is willing to fill you in." In response to your words, Tharja's face begins to shift into a grimace, and you watch her curl up her left hand into a fist.

"If we're going to start being honest now, I don't see how Ayako's education involves you." You say, cutting through all the bullshit.

Ayako looks between you and Tharja, not really sure what to say. Though it seemed she really wanted to say something.

Tharja responds before Ayako can say anything, saying, "I just feel as if it's a waste for a girl with her talents to be brought under your wing of all things. It doesn't help that even if she has potential, I doubt your magecraft will be a good fit for her. I know that she can learn a lot more from me and even more from Robin."

You begin to glare at her as you think, 'So that's her gam-!'

"I do not want the girl for myself. It's just been a while since I've seen… Such potential. The last time I was presented with something like this… I squandered it. I do not wish to see such gifts turn to ruin once more." Tharja explained, her voice surprisingly solemn.

You didn't for a moment, believe her words to be true. However, you gave her leeway this one time.

Perhaps you should take a second to think it over…

You've been considering your options for several minutes now, and honestly, you're beginning to get a headache. You really, really want to just tell Tharja off. After all, what right does she have to be near someone that YOU have taken into your care? However, you were forced to recognize that you aren't exactly a regular magus…

Sure, by all accounts, you are one. Still, the way you go about things as well as your mindset are definitely not the standard. They may not be good fits for Ayako, especially since contractual magecraft meant that you largely learned certain skills ass backwards. Admitting that stung your ego a bit…

Which honestly made you want to shove off Tharja even more.

Yet, you did actually want Ayako to become an ally you could rely on or at least not one that would hold you back. So for now, you shall put your Pride aside, and hey…

Maybe you can get something out of this that will make it all worth it.

"If I could pull you aside for a moment to speak privately, Tharja, that would be appreciated." Though you said something that sounded cordial, your voice was authoritative and left no room for argument.

That didn't stop Tharja from trying to be cute, "Oh? What could you possibly need to tell me that you can't say in front of your supposed 'student'-..."

"Perhaps you would figure that out faster if you just acquiesced instead of trying to get me upset." You say plainly, which finally gets rid of that smug look on the pale woman's face.

Rolling her eyes, she motions for you to go, and the two of you walk a fair distance away. You did have to check to make sure Ayako wasn't following you before you entered a random room. Thankfully, it seemed she understood to stay put, and you didn't even have to tell her!

Tharja stands straight as you shut the door behind the two of you, her glare piercing but ineffective. She tried to say something, but you were already on top of her and pushed her into the corner of the room, not even giving her the chance to fight back. Placing both of your hands by either side of her head, you watch in delight as Tharja's face turns into a grimace before she says, "You petulant bastard, you're really going to go this far fo-!"

"Shut up." You tell her, using as many contracts as you could think up to shut that mouth of hers.

She lets out a groan of annoyance as her lips slam shut without her consent. You could've done something as simple as holding her tongue down with her own breath or something, but you felt this was more appropriate.

You then start to say, "I'll admit, you were correct in the regard that I may not be a good teacher for Ayako, at least in terms of developing her magecraft. I can recognize that." That causes Tharja to look at you with a raised brow, clearly not seeing where you were going with all this.

"I'm also willing to recognize and trust that you will be a better teacher in that regard. However, even if I am willing to lend her to you so that she can learn from you, she will still be my student. I have far more that I can teach her than just magecraft and it will only be by my grace that you get to teach her that understand?" You finish.

Releasing the contracts, Tharja then says bitterly, "You really are a child, to go this far just to have a semblance of control-?"

Taking your left hand and squishing her cheeks, then lifting her face to look straight into her eyes, you speak plainly, "This is more than just control… You want to teach Ayako because of whatever reason you are hiding in that head of yours? You'll have to earn my favor, and right now I don't view you very favorably. So again, if you want to teach her, it will only be by my grace."

"What do you think that means?" You then whisper into her ear, to ensure what you actually meant stuck.

"Perverted bastard…" Tharja complains. You feel her hands reach for your pants and you were almost surprised by how quickly she was willing to do such a thing. Then again, you're pretty sure once upon a time she was Robin's bitch so this isn't that strange.

Pushing her hands away despite deeply wanting to start something at that moment, you tell her, "Not right now. I at least want to see how you'd teach Ayako first before proceeding."

Letting go of her face and taking a step back, you then say, "Teaching Ayako will be a privilege I'm extending to you, Tharja. Get out of line, and I'll revoke it."

Crossing her arms under her breasts, Tharja then responds with, "I don't care to what extent you debase me, Arathorn. I can see what Ayako can become, unlike yourself. So I don't care what you want from either of us, I'll nurture her abilities and you can corrupt her in whatever demented way you please. As long as those talents of hers are developed, I don't care."

It seems there was a bit of misunderstanding, so you clarified, "I never really cared about your actual intentions with Ayako. I just wanted you to understand what you'll have to give if you want to take my precious soon-to-be student."

Rolling her eyes, she then bemoans, "Why can't men with your kind of power not be controlled by their base desires?"

Waving her off as you approach the door, you then tell her, "Stop your moaning, I only want to hear that in very specific situations, and right now is not one of them."

Tharja just groans at your shitty joke as she follows close behind again.

Now! Time to inform Ayako of the plan.

Ayako was standing in the middle of the hallway awkwardly waiting for the two of you to return. She shuffled in her spot instead of taking the time to sit down on one of the chairs left about the hall. The second she noticed the two of you had returned, her eyes lit up, ecstatic.

Though it didn't seem Tharja shared her enthusiasm. Disregarding that you begin speaking as you approach your student, "Alright, so Tharja will handle teaching you magecraft. I'm certain that if it were just me, I could do an acceptable job. However, I feel that Tharja may be more capable than me in terms of teaching you how to actually use magecraft."

Ayako looks uncertain as she asks, "Um… Then what would you be teaching me?

"I'll handle everything else important in regards to being a magus, I'm certain you'll find plenty of it boring, but knowing this information can only be useful." You explain.

"Oh…" Ayako said, looking significantly less interested now.

"Hey, I'll find a way to keep your attention…" You tell her, not really hiding your intention, though Ayako remained ignorant.

She did, however, panic as she began waving her hands wildly as she shouted, "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean I wasn't grateful, it's just-!"

"Not as exciting, I get it. Trust me when I say you'll find learning magecraft isn't that fun either unless you particularly like theory and esoteric knowledge." You tease.

"Oh… Well… I'll do my best to be a good student… To the both of you." Ayako said shyly.

"I'm sure you will…" You say vaguely.

It was now time to come to a decision, you started with, "Now…"

"Let's go somewhere private." You finish speaking after a brief pause.

Ayako looks confused between you and Tharja, but it appears Tharja is just as bewildered by what you meant so you'll have to make your point clear, "Well? I told you I'd want to see how you'd teach Ayako before proceeding…"

"I didn't think you meant now…" Tharja bemoans through gritted teeth.

"Well, no better time than the present!" You say enthusiastically.

Ayako, meanwhile, has a minor freak out, "Wait now? I'm going to learn magic now? I don't think I'm mentally prepared! Give me a second!"

Placing your right hand on Ayako's shoulder, you then say, "You'll have some time to prepare Ayako, as I doubt Tharja has all the material she'd use to teach you on hand… Unless she's hiding it somewhere…"

Meanwhile, your teasing words appear to only make Ayako's mood worse but at least you got an entertaining grimace from Tharja's ugly mug as she says, "I will have to grab some things true… However, without much time to prepare, I doubt the lesson will be anything spectacular."

Ayako's eyes widened at that, leading her to plead, "Hey! There's no need to rush, right? I'm sure if you give her the proper time, she'll be able to teach me quite a lot!"

You take a second to think but ultimately come to the same conclusion, "Nah, I need to know how well she can teach now. I'm not too trusting of others, so she'll need to earn that trust. Besides, if she's incapable, I'll be able to teach you some stuff in recompense for her wasting our time."

Tharja doesn't react to your taunting words, much to your disappointment.

Instead, she says, "Take our student to whatever room you feel is suitable enough for this. I'll be able to locate you once I retrieve my things so don't wait for me." After saying that, she just started walking off!

Tharja really needs to understand that you two are nowhere close to equals… She should at least ask for permission to leave first! Something to fix later, you suppose.

With that thought leaving your mind, you move behind Ayako and place your left hand on her other shoulder. You then lean in to whisper, "Good thing I have just the place…"

Your bedroom would be acceptable, and not just because of what you could do to Tharja in it if she disappointed or impressed you. You'd also be in close proximity to your things, which would assist in the process of teaching Ayako, now that you think about it.

Ayako shivers at your words and says, "Hey… Don't be creepy like that…"

Chuckling, you begin leading Ayako to your bedroom.

Twenty Minutes Later, Ayako Mitsuzuri POV (Your bedroom)

Tharja, the woman who was supposed to teach her magic, still hadn't arrived yet. It had been about fifteen minutes since she and William had arrived at his bedroom, and there was no sign of this 'Tharja'. She wishes the woman would get here faster…

The reason for that was rather embarrassing…

Now she isn't being weird about being in a guy's room. She was pretty certain William didn't think about her like that and she was only a bit apprehensive about entering earlier…

However, now she was just sitting awkwardly in his room, completely silent. The reason for her silence was that William was looking all around his bedroom for various things… Some of those things were books, others looked like sticks, and some were too esoteric for her to really describe.

Now she's certain William is doing this for good reason, but he hasn't said a word to her since she was asked to hand him a book next to the chair she was sitting in.

So she decided that the only thing she could do to make this situation less awkward was to start a conversation. Now she would like to think she's actually a pretty good conversationalist… But the situation was so awkward all she could do was weirdly ask, "So this is your room?"

'What the fuck, Ayako!' She yelled internally in her head, already wanting to curl up into a ball and stay quiet.

"Yes." He plainly said, he didn't appear to really care about her question.

Then for whatever reason, she continued speaking, "It's a lot bigger than the one I was given, that's for sure…"

'Shut up, shut up, shut up!' Her mind screamed, only serving to stress her out further.

"Indeed." He said without care.

Then she stupidly asked, "Why is that?"

'Zip your goddamned lip, you idiot! He's going to think you're mentally challenged!' She cried on the inside.

"It's a master bedroom, yours is a guest bedroom… You have lived in a house before, yes?" He says as he grabs one of the books he piled on his nightstand.

Her mind was a mess at that point. How could she just thoroughly embarrass herself like that? The fact that he didn't seem to care was the worst part! The least he could do was tell her to shut up so she could keep some semblance of dignity!

William then puts down the book with a thud—causing her to jump in her seat—as he lets out a sigh and then says, "Alright… I believe that is everything. Just keep in mind I didn't exactly bring with me any educational books, but some of my reading material does include stuff like important terms that I can check to ensure I'm teaching you properly."

"What about all that other stuff?" She asked.

"Oh, that was just because I didn't want Tharja to make a mess of my stuff. Honestly, I kind of left things about without any rhyme or reason. So now was a good time to clean up." Was his explanation.

"Oh…" She said, hoping for something more interesting.

So all she did was look down at her feet, patiently waiting for Tharja to arrive. Her mind is an utter mess and is not at all prepared for the upcoming lesson.

"You really need to control your nerves." William says from his side of the room.

It was then she realized she was tapping her feet together, which probably made an obnoxious noise. Great, she was now even more nervous.

Of course, with her luck, it was when her anxiety peaked that the gloomy woman who was supposed to teach her barged into the bedroom. Could she really do this?

William Arathorn POV (Still in his bedroom)

"Is there a problem?" Tharja asked upon entering the room. The endowed mage was staring longingly at Ayako, and you could only sigh internally at the very obviously nervous girl. Tharja was not alone, as Celenike was found behind her, pushing a cart full of books.

Celenike looked excited upon seeing you but before she could say anything, Tharja told her, "You can go now…"

Your maid gaped at Tharja and it seemed like she was about to yell at her. Yet before she could, Celenike was quickly put in her place as Tharja then growled out, "Go before I show you what a real curse is like, girl." Celenike's eyes widen and she quickly slinks away.

You settled on glaring at Tharja as Celenike ran away, which was pretty funny.

"They aren't your servants, Tharja…" You say menacingly, not really caring except for the fact that Tharja thinks she has authority.

"They certainly act like it." Is all she says as she pulls the cart inside your bedroom.

"Forgive me for taking my time, but Robin wasn't exactly happy with me taking her books. It didn't take long to convince her but she… Made me make some promises that I wasn't comfortable making…" Tharja said solemnly.

"I wasn't aware that you had limits when it came to her." You say, honestly surprised.

Tharja glares at you as she says, "I don't, but that doesn't mean that I'll do everything she asks of me with a smile on my face. She knows that more than anyone, much to my detriment."

'Surprising.' You thought to yourself, only mildly interested.

"So I'm sure you'll keep that promise a secret, but it wouldn't happen to involve our precious student, would it?" You ask, all but ready to go to war with Robin if she dared to make a move against you like this of all things.

"No, the only thing she asked of me in regards to her is that our student return any books she doesn't need." Tharja says wistfully, looking into the corner of the room.

She then turns her head to stare at Ayako as she says, "While Robin honestly doesn't need any of these books, she doesn't like when others have her things."

You quickly put together what she said and told Ayako, "So make sure to hand any books you've finished back to Robin… Wouldn't want you to become barbeque." Upon hearing your words, Ayako's eyes widen and you notice sweat pooling at her forehead.

"She wouldn't go that far over some books, right?" Ayako nervously asks.

You and Tharja then speak in sync, "She'll do worse."

Ayako flinches as she mutters to herself, "Return books when done. Return books when done. Return books when done…"

"Calm down, Ayako! I'll keep you safe!" You tease.

Tharja, meanwhile, grins to herself.

You were pretty certain the most Robin would do is yell at Ayako, and considering Tharja's reaction, you're even more certain on that idea. "Please remind me to give the books back! I don't trust myself!" Ayako cried out from her spot in the room.

'This girl really is just a big bundle of nerves ain't she? Something that'll be fixed in due time… Though it has its charm.' You think to yourself upon seeing that reaction.

Tharja does the responsible thing and calms down your student by saying, "You won't have to worry, I'll handle returning the books for you."

"But what about books I finish without you there?" Ayako asks.

"It would be irresponsible of me to leave you alone with even one of these 'books'. They are more than just their pages and hardcovers, after all. So any reading you do shall be done with me in the room. In that case, you won't have to worry." Tharja says.

"Huh?" Ayako asks, not really getting it.

Wanting to keep things on track for once you cut in and say, "All that aside, I'll do my lesson with Ayako first! It'll be quick, as I just want to make sure she understands what it means to be the student of a Magus. If you don't mind, that is." Your look was challenging.

"I don't care, do as you please. Just don't waste too much of my time." Tharja says as she waves you off and begins looking through the various books she brought. You assume she was thinking up how to handle teaching Ayako magecraft—or whatever she does—in the first place.

With nothing in your way, you turn to Ayako and start the lesson, "Alright Ayako, first things first. Let us talk about the relationship between Master… And Student."

"Now all you'll need to concern yourself with are the responsibilities of a student. Worry about what being a teacher or master means later." You say as you back away from the shaking girl.

Reaching your hand out, you tell Ayako, "For the foreseeable future, you will be my student, and that means I am responsible for ensuring you act the part of a magus. As a student, there will be expected behavior from you as well as an expected reverence you should be giving to those more important than you."

As Ayako takes hold of your hand and rises from her seat, she looks at you weirdly. "Huh?" She says once more, utterly lost.

"Bow." You demand.

Ayako, almost instinctively, immediately does a ninety-degree bow. "Eh?" She lets out.

Taking your hand under Ayako's chin, you lift up her face to catch the girl, who is utterly anxious and almost literally sweating bullets.

Chuckling somewhat at her expression, you then tell her, "What you just experienced was my magecraft taking hold of you. However, while I don't care all too much about you showing 'proper respects' to me. There are other Magus who'll get annoyed at some common girl—some common Asian girl at that—not showing her deference."

Letting go of the contracts, you take another step back as Ayako straightens her back. You added on to your previous statement while she was doing that, "Now, you won't need to bow that low to get most high and mighty magi off your back. Just keeping your head down and staying quiet should generally be enough."

Crossing your arms, you look the nervous girl up and down as you finish with, "However, keep in mind that you should speak respectfully, eloquently, and leave no room for misunderstanding if you are asked to speak for any reason. If you need to be long-winded to explain something, it's best to just apologize and say you were wrong even if you were right."

Your words seem to have left Ayako dazed. Instead of speaking, the girl has just taken hold of her left arm and begun rubbing awkwardly as she looks away. "So I have to play nice with these other magic guys?" Ayako asks, clearly uncertain.

Shrugging your shoulders, you then tell her, "If that makes it easier for you to understand, yes. You are but a student, a first-generation magus at that, from a country most magi look at poorly. You effectively hold no value to a majority of magi, and if you are to meet one besides myself, you shouldn't treat them the same way you'd treat others."

"That sounds… Terrible…" Ayako groaned.

"Did you think magecraft was going to be this wonderful thing, Ayako?" You asked with a lazy expression.

"I… Ummm… Yes." She said, with some sense of shame.

Such a funny girl. Though she makes you laugh, she needed to learn. So you tell her this, "Let me teach you my family's creed then. 'Magecraft is an implement of sacrifice', those are the first set of words in my family's own motto."

"Sacrifice… That-..." Ayako tries to speak.

But you weren't finished, "The second half is, 'and the Magus, the one who sacrifices.' To truly understand magecraft, to truly achieve the pinnacles of magecraft, something must always be given up. 'You must surrender to win, you must lose to gain, you must die to live'."

Ayako was now looking at you as if you were crazy. The fear she felt was so thick, you could smell its scent.

Looking down on Ayako, you continue speaking, "However, don't concern yourself with taking it so literally for now. It's more metaphorical anyway, talking about what one must do to live the life of a magus. So…"

"You want power? You want to wield magecraft, Ayako?" You ask her.

The girl looks more uncertain than ever as she struggles under your gaze. Her mind was lost in thought, which led to her stumbling back into the chair she was sitting in. Biting her lip, you almost felt like she was going to say no…

Then she spoke, "Y-Yes… I do…"

"Then you must give up your former life, you must give up being Ayako Mitsuzuri. From now on, you're my student, Ayako. Do you have any idea what you'll lose by agreeing to be my student?" You tell her with a smile.

After a bit of thought, Ayako nods and says, "I think I understand…"

"You don't, but it's far too late to worry about that." You say vaguely.

"Now, get up. I'm going to have to teach you what I expect from you as my student." You say in a sing-song tone.

Ayako, the precious thing that she is, struggles to get out of her seat as her confidence wavers. Yet despite that internal struggle, it really does seem like she's determined to become a magus. Such a precious thing, indeed.

"Ayako, as you are my student, it will be expected of you to refer to me in specific ways when in front of others. Though I don't particularly care what you want to call me, if master or teacher is uncomfortable for you, feel free to just call me sir. You won't have to use any honorifics with me in private if you don't want to." You explain as you sit on your bed, looking straight into Ayako's eyes.

Her cheeks flush a little as she scratches at her face with her index finger and says, "You wouldn't mind if I called you Sensei, would you?"

"I just said you can call me whatever." You sigh.

"Oh yeah, sorry! S-Sensei…" Ayako exclaims.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you then say, "And you don't have to call me that in private."

Ayako stares at you for a moment, and then you start staring back…

"What?" You ask with narrowed eyes.

Her eyes look away and her face flushes as she embarrassingly says, "But I want to, though…"

You feel your left eye twitch uncontrollably but considering it was Ayako's choice, you say, "Whatever, if that's what you want…"

Crossing your arms, you decide to move on and tell Ayako, "Now, as for my expectations for your behavior, do keep in mind they'll be loose for now. By all accounts, you were a normal girl last week, so I don't expect you to get it right in even a few days."

You took a quick breath and then continued speaking, "However, I expect to be given your full attention whenever I'm speaking to you. Even if it seems like a passing conversation, I want your eyes staring into mine and your ears greedily eating up everything I say."

"Yes, Sensei!" Ayako exclaimed.

"And to only speak when spoken to in settings such as this." You add hastily, for some reason that word made you cringe.

Ayako went to say the same thing but quickly caught herself as she shut her mouth.

That saves you the trouble of hearing that again and again.

Next, you tell her, "I expect you to follow my instructions to the letter, and if someone were to tell you to do something that conflicts with my instructions… I expect you to either come to me about the issue or ignore them… Understood?"

"Yes, Sensei!" Ayako exclaimed. You immediately felt stupid for adding 'understood' to that…

"Lastly, though Tharja shall teach you magecraft and I expect you to listen to her much like you should listen to me… Be aware my authority will always supersede her. If she has a problem, she can take it up with me." You explain.

You could feel Tharja's glare from behind the book she was currently reading. Bitch.

Standing up, you tell Ayako, "That's it for now, just instill those basic ideas in that cute little head of yours and you should be fine. Now, any questions."

"None that I can think of, Sensei…" Ayako says, not entirely certain in her own words.

Okay you might have to nip this whole Sensei thing in the bud, it grates on you for some reason…

"Well, Tharja… Let's see what you can do…" You call out to the gloomy woman.

Shutting the book in her hands Tharja looks at you exasperated as she asks, "Finally, how hard is it to explain that she needs to listen to you?"

Shaking your head, you say, "It's not that I think she is stupid and needs the concept explained to her in such a way, Tharja. It's the fact that the reinforcement of ideas ensures the mind won't forget. I need the idea to settle in her mind and become second nature, instinct."

"You just like hearing yourself speak, there's no need to lie." Tharja says with a slick smirk.

You just level a glare at the woman instead of saying anything else as she walks up to Ayako.

"Unlike him, I shall ask this only once." Tharja starts as she looms over your student.

Ayako begins to sweat uncontrollably as the woman looks down on her. But doesn't say anything, likely afraid of what she'd say.

"Are you ready to change your very life as you know it?" Tharja's gaze turns sensual, and somewhat seductive as she says this.

Ayako could only nod.

Minutes Later…

Tharja had taken to teaching Ayako like a fish to water. The two ladies were huddled over your desk right now reading one of the books that Tharja brought. Ayako was reading intently, asking questions, and generally following along from what you could tell.

So they were probably going over theory right now rather than anything practical, you weren't really listening in. You were a bit more focused on something a lot bigger than teaching Ayako. Two large round somethings…

Why did Tharja wear such skin-tight clothing? She had parted her fucking cape so you had a perfect view of her skin-tight see-through cloth clad ass.

No… Focus, you should be ensuring Tharja is doing a good job teaching Ayako. Not-…

Tharja then bent over to point something out in the book.

Well a touch couldn't hurt right?

Walking up to the two focused ladies, you take hold of Tharja's right cheek as you look at what Ayako was reading.

Tharja stopped whatever she was saying to give you a side-eye before returning to her explanation, "Make sure to memorize the linework. Tomes use up the pages required to produce the spell so that you don't have to spend the time drawing it in the air and wasting precious mana."

You gave Tharja a good squeeze as Ayako said, "But I have to use mana while drawing it right?"

Tharja ignored you molesting her buttocks as she says, "The special feature of tomes is that there are only two times mana is used up. The initial drawing of the various parts of the spell circle, and the activation of the pages. For now I will handle making your pages, you should focus on figuring out how to apply mana to the page itself."

"It says I should just be able to feel the mana in my body… But I don't really know what to look for." Ayako bemoans as she rests her hand on her head.

Tharja's tone becomes motherly as she says, "You won't figure it out in a day Ayako, it's something you'll have to work towards. Now, back to reading."

"Alright…" Ayako says as she continues with her reading.

Hmm… Tomes? You haven't heard of this… Is it a form of magecraft primarily centered on calligraphy that uses books as a medium to cast spells? Or something more? You'll figure it out later. For now your fingers wander around Tharja's bountiful back side before your pinkie and ring finger found themselves prodding her pussy.

Tharja finally returns to standing up straight and you love the grunt she makes as she grips the arm you were molesting her with. Ayako was completely unaware of what was happening behind her, too focused on soaking up the information provided to her.

The gloomy woman then leans towards you and whispers, "You can't do this later?"

"Oh? There can be a later?" You ask in response.

Groaning at your response Tharja just pulls away and lets go of your arm… As if not reacting would make you stop…

Seems your words were enough to startle your student from her lessons.

"Huh?" Ayako asked confused, noticing Tharja's mood as well as your smirk.

"Don't worry about us, focus on your reading." Tharja chided the young girl.

Ayako looks at you and Tharja interchangeably for a moment before flinching upon realizing what Tharja said then letting out a yelp, "Right!" With new fervor Ayako began scanning her book like never before.

At this rate she'd learn something yet.

While Ayako focused on her lessons you on the other hand got bolder in your approach. You already enjoyed such lewd and degenerate acts but there was a joy unlike any other of doing it in plain view while keeping an innocent soul such as Ayako completely unawares.

Standing directly behind Tharja you grip both her cheeks with each of your hands and start playing with her once more.

You hadn't mentioned it before but Tharja's backside had a very pleasant mixture of some firm muscle and plenty of supple flesh that made your filthy act all the more enjoyable. It was as if she had taken up a lifestyle to mold her ass to be as fun to molest as possible.

This kind of ass was not something one was just born with but did everything possible to make it what it was. A strict diet and very specific exercises must've been used to get this kind of tush…

So you don't think it's much of a stretch to say that Robin must've been an ass woman…

"So each circle means something different?" Ayako suddenly asked aloud.

Tharja gives you the side-eye as you continue to touch her, but focuses on answering Ayako's question, "Kind of. More specifically each section of the spell circle is particularly designed to represent and bring out a certain concept, most usually an element of some sort. The spell circle can be separated into three, five, or nine sections each."

Ayako looked like she had more questions but it seems Tharja was way ahead of her as she said, "Focus on learning which each section signifies and the composition of three section spell circles. You'll learn about five and nine section spell circles later as well as how to layer them once I start teaching you how to make your own tomes."

"Oh… Okay." Ayako said rather upset at the preemptive answer.

You then move your right hand between Tharja's legs as she says, "Patience memorizing each section as well as calling forth your mana is all you should be focused on right-... NoOoW~!" You plunged your fingers deep into her pussy through her skin-tight clothes.

"Are you alright!" Ayako asks, scared by the sudden shout.

Tharja pauses briefly as her face is overcome by an angry flush, but is quick to come up with an excuse, "I'm fine… Your other teacher almost made me fall over with how close he's hovering over me."

"Are you interested in what I'm reading William?" Ayako asks innocently, not even considering why else you'd be standing directly behind Tharja like that.

With a soft smile you simply lie to her, "Sort of. It's more that I want to make sure you're being attentive and taking this seriously. I was trying to stay out of sight and out of mind but I guess I was too focused on keeping an eye on you."

Ayako becomes sheepish at your words as she too is overcome with a red hue and shyly says, "Ah… You can stand beside me if that would help…"

Instead of pushing your luck or giving the game away you say, "Sure." You then stand on the other side of your student giving a hungry look towards Tharja as you force yourself to leave her alone.

Just a bit longer…

Just a little bit longer.

Twenty Agonizing Minutes Later…

"Are you sure we should stop here…" Ayako bemoaned as Tharja collected her books.

Tharja rolls her eyes at Ayako's behavior before shaking her head and firmly saying, "Pace yourself. I personally feel I've already given you too much to work with. Just focus on accessing your mana and memorizing what you've already read. At least for the former you can do that on your own time and at a later date I'll give you some notes to study over in regards to what each section of a spell circle signifies so you can do the latter."

"Okay! I'll get this down in no time just you watch!" Ayako suddenly shouts, motivated.

"You aren't going to slow down no matter what I tell you… We'll see if your talent can measure up soon enough I guess…" Tharja says with a tinge of sadness behind her words.

Ayako ignores Tharja's words and turns to you then asks, "Oh… Uh… Should I leave now Sensei? Or?"

"You can go for now, I have to speak with Tharja for a moment." While your words were kind it seemed as though you upset Ayako with your answer somehow…

Looking a bit down Ayako then says, "Oh… I thought we could… Nevermind, I guess I need to talk with Boudica anyway… Seeya Sensei!" At that last word you feel your hands twitch.

There was just something about the nickname that upset you.

Perhaps if she called you 'Teacher' instead you'd be happier? No, you'd probably feel this way still.

Ah well that's not what you care about right now. Waving your hand at your fleeing student you feel yourself give up the act not even a moment after. A cruel smile overtakes your face as you silently approach a turned away Tharja.

You've waited for just a bit too long…

As Tharja places down the book you are already on top of her grabbing both of her wrists. There is a brief struggle as you pin her to the bedroom wall.

You had pinned both her hands together above her head.

You had pinned her hands together over her head, leading her to squirm underneath you and cry out, "You mangy cur!" Though you don't pay attention to her words as her curves move in a way you could only describe as enchanting as she struggled. This practically ensured you would not let go of her now that you've been so thoroughly seduced by her body.

"Ugh! You unpleasant, no good, dirty dog! What is wrong with you?" She bit out as her struggles slowly ceased.

Giving a soft smile as you stared down into her glaring eyes, you say, "You, clearly. I mean, the whole point of this was meant for us to focus on my dear student… But I can't be blamed for being distracted, not with all…"

You maneuver both her wrists under one hand as you take your right to her breasts copping a brief feel of each as you finish your prior sentence, "This in view."

"Tch, control yourself better, it is not my fault that you are so easily transfixed by your carnal desires." Tharja bit back as she continued to glower at you.

"No but it is your fault for dressing like a slut!" You shout as you cup her ass with your free hand, pulling her in for emphasis.

"Hmm~!" Tharja shut her eyes tight and let out a short moan as your fingers prodded her asshole unintentionally.

You look at her fondly as she mutters under her breath, "There is nothing… Nothing wrong with how I dress…"

"I never implied there was… However, when an outfit is made to seduce a lesser man, a greater man cannot be blamed for feeling temptation. Nor can he be blamed when he indulges in that temptation without consequence…" You say as you lean in, bringing your face closer and closer with Tharja's.

You took note that she had begun pulling her head back as you continued to close the gap. As you purse your lips, not stopping in your approach to take her own, Tharja thrusted her head forth.

"Agh-! Mmph!" Tharja shouted as you placed your hand over her mouth.

As you had leaned in you could tell that Tharja was gonna try something…

But the fact she tried to bite you was hilarious!

Guffawing at the act you heckle, "Now who's the dirty dog you little bitch. What were you going to do? Bite my chin?"

Removing your hand from Tharja's mouth you let her explain, "I was going to ensure your outsides looked more like your insides, starting with your face." Though all she did—ironically enough—was growl and bark at you like the mutt she was claiming you were.

This time you don't give Tharja time to even react as you take her lips for yours in a dominating kiss, pushing her head firmly against the wall.

Her initial resistance was poor as she sunk in on herself, the two of you lowering yourselves closer to the ground before she found some fight within herself. Tharja then began pushing back against you trying to get out of the awkward position of you bending over her while she was forced to bend backwards all the while being pushed into the wall.

But she was unable to find purchase and merely fed your desire to dominate as she squirmed pathetically under you.

She then tried to bite your tongue, which resulted in immediate retaliation.

With your free hand you plunge three of your fingers into the dreary woman's cunt—tearing through her skin-tight clothing—though in hindsight sticking your fingers there was kind of stupid. As Tharja immediately fell over due to this action compounded with the already awkward position she found herself in.

You were the only thing holding her up at that point and since you were so focused on manhandling Tharja, the both of you fell together.

Her back hit the floor while you landed on top of her, your hand no longer restraining her as it found itself behind Tharja's back pulling her into an embrace as you continued to conquer the sensual woman. You could never be satisfied with merely playing with this body of hers, it was too addictive. No, Tharja needed to be yours, not Robins…

Yours.

The way her breasts pushed against your own chest, how her cunt tightened around your fingers, and how you weren't even considering loosening your lips' hold on Tharja. All of it was just too much, this woman was built for sex, it's clear to you now.

It was taking all of your willpower not to fuck her then and there. Perhaps the logic doesn't make sense to anyone other than you, but it would feel hollow to take Tharja here and now.

You didn't make her yours if you just fucked her here and now.

No, she needed to submit. She needed to say she was your woman, she needed to become your woman of her own willful declaration. You would not be satisfied otherwise.

Pulling away from the kiss, as you needed air, you took a second to look down at Tharja.

The woman's face was now overcome with a flush and arousal. Tharja's eyes had gained an alluring and seductive glint to them, which you could only assume was a go ahead to go further.

She panted underneath you clearly to some degree exhausted from what had happened over a three minute period. Her hair was disheveled, with strands lying on top of her face as the rest of her silky locks laid strewn on the floor and wall.

Tharja's hands continued to lie over her head despite the fact you had let go of them a while ago. Her legs interlocked with yours as they were forced to spread due to your hands intrusion into her pussy. The heavy breath she was overcome with left her chest rising and falling at a slow yet somehow erotic pace.

All of this just to say…

You could only take a deep breath as you locked lips once more with Tharja, one hand pumping away at her pussy and the other pulling her into a deeper kiss.

You didn't make out with Tharja for an agonizing length of time like you had previously. Instead as you continued to finger fuck the now submissive woman's pussy the time spent locking lips had become sparse and brief. Mere contact between each other for moments at a time.

Still there was a willingness to it that wasn't there beforehand.

Your hand leaves Tharja's back now that you two weren't chronically exchanging breath. Instead your hand found its way to her breasts as you pulled down her top exposing her left breast. You of course start to play with it immediately.

First you started by cupping the breast, running your hand along the large mammary. The plump flesh perfectly fit into your hand, and it didn't take much for you to remove your other hand from Tharja's pussy so you could partake in both her breasts.

Pulling out her other breast you start groping them for real.

You take handfuls of her bountiful assets as you pull at them, partaking in their soft yet firm texture. Once again, a piece of this woman's body is completely addictive. Her tits have the same quality as her ass, perfect.

You hadn't even realized it but now you were straddling Tharja's stomach, pinning her to the floor with her head resting on the wall. You were just so focused on her breasts that you only noticed this fact when you went to shove your fingers back into her cunt.

You took this as a sign to continue playing with her breasts.

It was time to move upwards. Your left hand was now pinching Tharja's erect nipple in between your index and middle finger. You began moving the two fingers in opposition to one another twisting Tharja's perky teat.

"Agh~! No… Don't! Mmmm~…" Tharja lustfully moaned.

Seemed she was especially sensitive here.

Now with both of your hands you gripped both of her nipples with all of your fingers and pulled gently in different directions. "St-Stop~!" She once again moaned.

This time you pulled them roughly in the other direction, Tharja moaned loudly, "St-St-Stop! I'll… I'll! I'll cum!"

That made you immediately cease your movements. You held both her breasts up, pulling them to their apex by her most sensitive bits.

"Mmm~… Ah… Of course now you'd stop… Ah~… Cheeky mutt…" Tharja said in between breaths as she looked at you exhausted, one of her eyes shut due to the building pressure.

"I won't grant you release just yet, turn over…" You tell her as you let her breasts go, they plop down and sag beautifully on her upper torso.

'I can control myself…' You tell yourself, trying to not pull your dick out and shove it down Tharja's throat. That expression of hers just called for you to act, but you needed to stay in control.

Tharja listens to your command as she rises and shifts herself onto all fours, her ass in full view of your eyes. Your hands clenched into fists as you feel an erection finally take hold. You should be proud to have made it this far you guess.

But you weren't here to get off…

You were here for what's yours.

Tharja turns her head to look at you, with an expective glance. You ignore as you shove your hands onto each of her cheeks. Taking handfuls of them much like her breasts prior, the pliable flesh once again proves to be a divine feeling.

You then reach your hand for Tharja's head, she pulls back at your touch, but then finds herself being thrust into the floor. Though her face hits the baseboard on the way down. "Who owns you…" You ask, with a deep tone.

While you could not see Tharja's expression, you sure her eyes widened as soon as she realized what was going on. "R-Robi-!" She tried to say.

You smack her ass hard at the blatantly wrong answer, you repeat, "Your owner, who are they?"

"It's not you!" She growled out, wrong answer again.

This time you smack her tit, causing her to yelp out in shock. You then say, "Be honest, dear Tharja. Who… Do you… Belong to?"

"This is just some dirty fun, you dog! I submit to you because that is what Robin has dictated, don't get what this means twisted!" Tharja says in clear defiance.

Flipping over Tharja from her position, she finds herself like she had been before. Up against the wall, hands restrained over head, and in your clutches all over again. She did not struggle, yet even as you held her hands together with just your one there was a power behind them even if subdued.

With your free hand, you grip her mouth cheeks as you say, "Dog this, mutt that. Is that all you can come up with? Well at least it's clear now Robin only kept you for your body." Her face had become clear of arousal and returned its natural pale coloration.

A sadness appears in Tharja's eyes at your words, but quickly vanishes as she turns to her standard glare.

"She tossed you away like a toy and she only picked you back up since it's been a while. How long until she throws you away again?" You ask.

The sadness returns as Tharja goes slack, any semblance of strength fading as the woman looks down. "I won't get rid of you like she would… At least I have more uses for you than just what you offer me sexually too… Just submit, we'll both have fun together as greater and lesser." You say with no small amount of pride and arrogance.

"Now, who owns you." You ask once more.

"You…" Tharja mutters looking away as she does so. Since she answered correctly you let go of her arms as they fall to her sides.

Tharja then whispers something under her breath, adding onto her previous statement, "For now…" You ignore it despite the fact you heard her clear as day.

The fact she said it all is deserving of some release.

You lay your body next to Tharja's. As you lie down you maneuver your right arm underneath the woman and back round to her right breast as you take it in a firm grip. Your left hand meanwhile finds itself in between Tharja's legs as you rub her pussy lips.

Tharja's skin becomes flushed with red once more as her breathing gets heavier. Pinching her nipple with your thumb and index you hasten your massaging of Tharja's other sensitive place. This quickly turns into fingering once more as half your hand dives into her depths.

You swiftly move your index, middle, and ring finger in and out of Tharja as her breathing gets louder. Her erotic moans and eroding willpower do unthinkable things to your current mental state. You get rougher and rougher with your movements.

With Tharja already so close to climax, you ask one last time, "Who is your owner, you dumb bitch!"

As you ask this you plunge your three fingers as deeply into her cunt as possible and pull with all your might on her right nipple.

This gets the most appropriate response possible from Tharja, "You~! Oh gods! It's you!" Her voice cracks as she shouts towards the ceiling, her tongue spilling out of her mouth as she yells.

Exhausted Tharja lies against the wall unresponsive.

"Indeed it is." Is all you can say as you pull Tharja on top of your lap.

Now your bedroom has fallen silent, the only noise being the soft moans and panting of Tharja as you continue to play with her breasts. She had fallen asleep on top of you, even with how rough you were being.

Time would tell if Tharja was being truthful in her words…

A while later…

Playing with Tharja's sleeping form got boring after a while, it was a novel experience sure. However, the lack of reactions made it really hard to stay invested. Ah, well… You have other things to do today anyhow.

So as you leave your bedroom behind it can be pretty understandable when you get frustrated at suddenly bumping into something afterwards.

Or in this case someone considering you just landed ass first onto the floor from a mere bump.

"What the hell-! Enkidu?" You shout utterly bewildered as the enchanting green-haired woman continued to walk forward. Was she not even aware of your presence?

What is her problem?

She was walking at an even pace, both arms to her sides, and head tilted at a downwards angle. Her brow was furrowed and it appeared she was deep in thought… What could she possibly be so invested in thinking about that she wasn't even aware she bumped you?

You!

How dare she!

You will have your vengeance!

…

You'll admit, not your brightest moment—that sounded stupid even in your own head. You'd be even more embarrassed if you had said that out loud, but anyway… You don't quite like getting shoved around, especially by people not paying attention to you…

So…

You'll just have to grab her attention.

Speed walking towards the oblivious Lancer servant you raise your hand high as she continues to walk at her steady pace. With a mighty swing a powerful smacking sound bounces off the walls of the hall as you slap Enkidu's ass so damn hard you see her 'flesh' reverberate under her loose clothes.

"Ah! Oh my!" Enkidu sort of yelps at the sudden contact before turning around to face you.

"Willia-? Ah!" Enkidu asks upon realizing you were in front of her, but you had already acted before she could say anything. Another smacking sound rebounds through the hallway as you get both her breasts in one powerful slap.

The jiggle was divine, yet before you went to smack them again Enkidu spoke up, "Is there a reason for all that?" Enkidu's tone while asking that was perfectly neutral, however her expression betrayed how she really felt.

Her voice is almost apathetic in tone, yet her face is shy and she is pulling her head away from you as her skin takes a slightly red tint.

"Embarrassed?" You ask.

As if noticing how her minute expressions can be taken, Enkidu's head resets to its initial position as all but her faint blush vanishes. Starting with an ahem, Enkidu then asks, "No, why would I be?"

"Perhaps from the fact you knocked me on my ass without paying attention?" You say with a growl as you lean in.

Some small bit of her earlier expression returns as the red on her face gets more intense as she continues to speak with that tone of hers, "Ah, my apologies. I have been preoccupied elsewhere in my own mind."

Narrowing your eyes you slink your hand behind Enkidu's back as she focuses her gaze on your face. Without much warning—not that Enkidu didn't see it coming—you slam your hand down on her ass as you pull Enkidu in.

"What's got you so red?" You ask as the blush on her face got brighter still.

"I have no understanding of what you mean…" Was Enkidu's response, which was not a very good defense since you could literally see how red her face is.

Poking her cheek, you watch as Enkidu's eyes twitch downwards at the contact before she returns to locking eyes. "This, all this red on your face. What's got you like this? Embarrassed? Or are you…" You then raise your free hand in between Enkidu's legs to start fingering her like you had been doing to Tharja earlier.

Yet before contact could be made Enkidu's hand was suddenly gripping your wrist as she said, "Such nonsense. My face is not red. Perhaps your vision has been messed with William?" Such poor excuses, it was cute enough that you'd forgive her for this…

Also your wrist was really starting to hurt.

Thankfully as you pulled away from Enkidu she let you go and allowed you to walk a fair distance away as you went to ask, "Anyhow... What's bothering you? You said you were lost in thought?"

The blush had still not left Enkidu's face as she stoically said, "Oh yes, I did. In regards to that, I'd be more than happy to discuss it with you. In fact you might be what I need at this exact moment."

"Some might misconstrue that last bit, Enkidu…" You tease.

The blush gets a bit stronger as she says, "How so?"

"Don't worry about that… Now what is it you wanted to discuss?" Is your response, you actually wanted to know what could keep someone like Enkidu trapped in their mind enough to pace around in thought.

"Give me a moment to collect myself…" Enkidu says as her face becomes serene, it was like she was meditating while standing upright.

You took your chance to have fun, "Collect yourself from what exactly Enkidu?"

The strange woman then opened her eyes slightly to glare at you, of course at that point you backed off. You did so enjoy poking sleeping bears.

"Do you recall the Abyss? I believe we have discussed it once or twice prior." Enkidu suddenly asks.

The question came after about a minute or two of silence so you won't take shit for being a bit startled at the noise… Now being the one needing to collect yourself you quickly say, "Yeah. But I don't think we went into too much detail…"

"Well last night I decided to descend the dark chasm-..." Enkidu tries to explain.

Oh yeah that reminded you actually… You were intent on figuring what all that was about, so you interrupt her and say, "So you know where the entrance is? I kind of wanted to investigate it mys-."

Enkidu ceased in what she was saying to quickly and uncharacteristically shout, "No!" Her blush, that had been dying down for a while now, had completely vanished with this action.

You'll admit, you jumped at her shout. Figuring this was important, you waited for Enkidu to calm herself as you believed she had more to say. Which of course, she did, "That place is far too much for you. I implore you to devoid yourself of such notions and avoid the Abyss unless you are particular about ending your legacy sooner rather than later."

"May I ask why?" You ask, unsettled by the surprising amount of care behind her words.

Looking down at the ground Enkidu then asks after a slight pause to think, "Have you ever felt a taint so corrosive that you feel disgust marching it's way from your gut to out your mouth? Have you ever felt a suffocating presence that made the bones in your body truly shiver? Have you ever felt your mouth dry as blood pools in it? Have you ever felt any of that?"

Her expression as she spoke was completely vacant, like not neutral or apathetic. Like dead, she looked dead eyed.

"Uh… No…" You say with some trepidation.

Enkidu's expression clears up as she looks at you apologetically for some reason and then says, "Well, neither have I, or at least I shouldn't be able to. A brief venture in that all corrupting chasm gave me much to reflect on and made me feel things I couldn't hope to understand…"

"I'm not sure I'm following…" You admit without shame.

"Don't worry about that… Either way you understand that I am saying there is something deeply wrong and powerful about this 'Abyss' yes?" Enkidu asks as she takes a step forward.

"Sort of?" You ask yourself as you take a step back.

"Let me inform you, William… The number one reason you should never go there is because within, at it's very bottom… Lies a dark and all corrupting existence… Strong enough to put fear in my heart… I'm certain if I had the capacity to go all out I could be victorious…" Enkidu stops in her words, her mouth hanging open as the slightest quiver in her lips becomes apparent.

Pressing her lips together she lets out a noise of annoyance before saying, "However, as it stands. There is nothing in this war with the firepower to devastate a divine yet evil existence such as the thing that spawned that Abyss."

That's… That's not good…

"Well… Other than my Noble Phantasm…" She then added.

Not really knowing what to say in response to this revelation. You think over what you could possibly say for a moment before coming up with, "I'll take your word for it… If it shook you up, I'll try to avoid it for now… But you know something like that is eventually going to turn its ugly head and be a threat."

Enkidu nods at your words then following up by saying, "Hopefully by then my Master and I can handle the situation. Worry about other things than the Abyss for now, that is my warning…"

Uh… Hm… Maybe you were a bit too quick to say you'll avoid it…

Should you just…

Like should you say something else?

Would you actually avoid it?

You come to a decision after some thought. It is clear this Abyss thing will probably be an issue eventually, thus you need to be informed.

"I do at least want to know more about it, you know… If it's enough to get you worried, I should probably do something to prepare." You bring up.

Tilting her head Enkidu says, "Ah… I don't know if that would be a good expenditure of your time."

"Why?" You ask, obviously incredulous at the idea.

Enkidu shuts her eyes as she says, "Please understand I don't mean to be rude or insinuate anything about your character." Yet her saying all that only gets you more upset than saying whatever she was thinking!

Opening her eyes and seeing your displeased expression, Enkidu follows up her previous statement with an explanation, "It is just that I do not believe there is anything you could do that would be meaningful in this regard. It would be best to leave this to my Master and I." Clenching your fist you think about how best to hurt Enkidu in recompense for her words.

Though that is a fleeting thought at most.

"If you will do nothing to help me prepare, then I shall do so on my own. This is not something that can just be left alone." You say with audible growling.

Enkidu then responds with, "If you cannot summon or ally with stronger Servants there is nothing you can do."

Before you could start yelling at her she raises her hand and says, "I do not mean merely strong Servants, but rather the strongest. You'll need servants that can make this creature crumble due to either being it's better, it's equal, or having the ability to face those much stronger than themself and win."

"Thus, there is no point in worrying. Focus on more immediate problems if you could." Enkidu told you, clearly trying to make you see her perspective.

Yet you couldn't help but get angrier and angrier…

The doubt, that is what pissed you off the most.

That you doubted yourself is a crime that cannot go ignored.

"You think I'm pathetic…" You mutter to yourself.

Enkidu shakes her head as she says, "I didn't mean to imply such a thing William. Rather, there is a level of difference between your current entourage and what lies down there. One that cannot be so easily overcome by sheer will."

You heard her words, understood them intrinsically, and still felt slighted.

Whatever, that was not of your concern. You'll put aside that creeping doubt for now. You had something else on your mind, "Well, if I need to find out for myself this 'level of difference' I will. I am not going to live my life blind to the dangers around me."

You then raise your voice as you try to say, "Not even you are going to stop m-!"

"Very well…" Enkidu says suddenly.

"If 'helping you prepare' is the only thing I can do to prevent you from going down there I will." Enkidu explained.

"Huh?" You say confused at that.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You ask.

"Come." Enkidu says as she starts walking away.

Confused, but interested, you begin following her. Eventually she leads you out behind the mansion and at this point you really don't know what she plans on doing… "Why are we out here?" You ask, understandably confused.

"Call out your Lancer." Enkidu asks with authority.

"What?" You ask, yet again understandably confused.

"Call out Lancer." She says again.

Uneasy you do so, 'Hey Lancer, I need you over here.'

'For what?' He asks in response.

'Just get back here, would you?' You shout in annoyance into the mental link.

'Jeez, trying to bust my ears or something?' He complains, but soon enough Lancer shows up.

Your unease at this point has reached its peak as Enkidu stares directly into Lancer's eyes challengingly. "I wish to demonstrate to your Master the futility of this venture." Enkidu says. You feel yourself get aggravated at the statement alone, but you were also left rather befuddled.

"Uh… What?" Lancer asks now as confused as you.

"I will face you, win handily, and your Master will be forced to recognize that my words do more than hold some weight." Enkidu explains. Wait what?

Your servant's eyes twitch as he enters a battle stance, and says, "Oh yeah? I don't mind a scrap, in fact I'd prefer it. But you're ridiculous if you think you're going to 'win handily'." This is not what is happening right now.

"I'm quite certain it's a foregone conclusion." Enkidu says as she wraps her arms, not even entering a stance of any kind.

"C'mon then!" Lancer shouts.

Why the hell did everything escalate so fast? What the fuck?

Cu strikes fast, way faster than Enkidu expected considering her now widened eyes as she dodges the initial strike. A spear launches itself from the ground in response and Cu is quick to adjust his posture and block the strike then dodge the next one.

With the initial exchange done with the two back away from one another giving Enkidu the opportunity to say, "I apologize, perhaps win handily was the wrong choice of words." A pleasant smile is on her face as she says that all the while she paces in tandem with Cu.

"Oi, don't take back your words so soon… I need to make you choke on em first!" Cu says with battle lust clear in his tone as both he and Enkidu vanish from sight.

You literally could not follow them. All you could witness was the fading gold energy from the spots in the earth where Enkidu created weapons to fling at your Servant. Some exchanges did not escape your eye though.

You catch Enkidu parrying Gae Bolg before tossing a short blade at Cu which he handily dodged.

An exchange where Cu stabbed his spear in the ground—clearly Enkidu had been there mere milliseconds prior—only for chains to nearly miss him as he leaped into the air. The chains though they missed Cu had taken Gae Bolg from his grip. You missed what happened after that.

However, Cu definitely got his hands back on his weapon.

Some clashes ensued where both got hits on the other that you saw. The pole of Gae Bolg striking Enkidu's side. Enkidu punching Cu's gut. Cu getting back at Enkidu by punching her face. A sword and a spear connecting only for the two of them to vanish from your sight yet again.

It was hard to explain how you felt…

But outclassed was definitely one of the things you were feeling. Enraptured by the few things you could see you almost didn't notice a small white dog approaching you…

Okay that was a lie. You didn't notice Setanta until he bit your foot.

"Agh! Fuck!" You shout at the surprisingly strong jaws of the small, yet obviously demonic, pup.

"What do you want?" You ask, not expecting an answer.

Setanta ran in a circle wagging his tail before running off. You think that was him asking for you to follow him… Looking back at the ensuing fight you catch Cu and Enkidu locked in another clash of blades with Enkidu sort of winning as she pushes her sword down on the polearm of Gae Bolg.

The two of them had crazed expressions that made you incredibly concerned for the well being of the mansio-.

"Ow fuck! Fine, I'm coming!" You shout as Setanta bites you again.

About twenty minutes later…

Setanta had led you all the way through Fuyuki to the river that split the city into two. Walking along a pathway at a lower level that was closer to the water he was now leading you towards the harbor. Honestly you don't know what the hell this mutt wants from you, but you weren't getting bit by the little demon a third time.

It was at this thought that the beast then takes a sudden right into a wall…

Correction, through a wall.

You stare at the wall the dog had just wandered into for a few moments. Then Setanta jumps out of the wall and begins barking at you, startling the shit out of you. It was easy to surmise he wanted you to follow.

Though you had to wonder was this some sort of illusion? Was this even magecraft?

You didn't notice anything odd about the wall beyond the fact Setanta ran through it like it wasn't there.

Pressing your hand into the wall you find no purchase as your arm sticks through it, the entirety of the fake wall vanishes not long after. "That's odd." You say, not really understanding what happened. If this was magecraft you didn't know what to think as illusions weren't your expertise.

You had a feeling it wasn't magecraft though.

With the wall gone some sort of drainage system had revealed itself. Though it didn't go on for long as darkness concealed anything further than a few meters in. It was at this point you realized what this was… "The Abyss?" You ask yourself.

Not unaware of the arm now wrapping around your throat.

You are then pulled into an unwilling embrace as an annoying bitch with pink hair shouts directly into your ear, "Once again we are brought to one another's side!"

This might not be so bad. "Ah! You're smiling! That means you're happy I'm here right?" Medb squeals as she backs away.

"Great, I was in need of a meat shield." You say enthusiastically.

"It warms my massive heart to hear that you-... What?" Medb didn't take too kindly to your words it seemed.