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046 - Snakes and Cherry Blossoms

Following Medea's advice, I get back home looking for Sakura. Not that she's all that hard to find, I just need to walk into the main bedroom to stumble into… something. It's… yeah. Something alright.

Sakura is wearing a killer spaghetti-strap nightie that reaches down to her hips, but barely covers her plentiful breasts with sheer black fabric before flaring to the sides as if tracing her ribcage, hiding nothing of the pale and soft skin of her stomach. The only other clothing article she's wearing are lacy black panties of a rather minimalist persuasion.

How many days ago was it that we had to coax this girl out of her rather tame clothes, again?

"Oh, Senpai~" She greets me with a purr. "You're finally here!"

And yet… while she's looking incredibly sexy at the moment and would certainly earn my erection attention in pretty much any other circumstance, she doesn't quite manage to become the focus of the scene this one time.

No, that honor goes to the other woman in the room, the one in a plain white dress and purple glasses that's nervously sitting on the bed and Sakura is practically wrapped around. Tall and shapely, Medusa is the sort of gorgeous beauty that makes models and porn actresses feel inadequate.

And yet, she's very much not the one in control here, blushing up a storm as Sakura plays with her hair with one hand while running the other along her jawline.

For all her predatory ways and dominant attitude when it comes to casual flirting and sex, Medusa is amusingly vulnerable to actual romantic relationships where meaningful bonds of affection are involved. She sees sex as another form of predation, you see. And she's the sort of person that would rather become prey herself before hunting down those she cares for.

There's also a… rather suspicious scent saturating the room. My dick throbs within the confines of my pants.

"Here I am, indeed." I greet back, taking a look at the fairly compromised position the Master-Servant pair is in. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Oh, no! Quite the opposite, actually. I was hoping Senpai would be willing to lend me a hand." Sakura reassures me, coyly nuzzling her face against Medusa's neck and causing her to visibly shiver. "Medusa here has the silliest misconception ever and I need your help disproving it."

"Well, that certainly sounds like a problem." My eyes dance between the two purple-haired women in front of me, suddenly wondering how much of Sakura's newly revealed confidence comes from finding acceptance with us and how much is simply coaxed out by Medusa's natural submissiveness. "What's this about?"

"She has this preposterous idea about being physically unattractive." Sakura explains, wrapping her arms around Medusa's waist and placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Preposterous indeed." I nod along, letting my eyes slowly trail up and down her figure.

"I'm not attractive." Medusa protests automatically, trying to squirm away from my gaze only for Sakura's body to block her retreat. "I'm big and clumsy and uncute."

I hold back a sigh at that. There's so much to say about that protest, and it would all be for nothing. I could tell her she's beautiful. How what she calls tall and uncute others would consider gorgeous and shapely. About how she's outgrown the cute charm of her waifish sisters to reach the alluring beauty of a mature woman.

But it would only get her angry with me for implying her sisters lied to her, it's not like she holds my words in more esteem than those from Stheno and Euryale.

It wouldn't be so sad if her sisters actually were the evil bitches they seem to be at a first glance, instead of simply being merely victims of their own nature and incapable of conveying their love and affection for Medusa in a way she could understand.

In any case, talking is pointless.

"I see." I muse softly instead of letting the situation get ruined with an argument, taking a seat in the bed by her side. "Have you ever been loved?"

"I've had sex with men before." She retorts dismissively.

"That's not what I asked." I protest, watching how Sakura's hands get ahold of Medusa's, pulling them together to rest on the Servant's lap. "Have you ever been embraced tenderly, looked into the eyes and been told how much you matter to someone?"

"I…" Medusa takes a glance to her lap, where Sakura's thumbs are gently massaging her hand and blushing a bit harder before looking away. "I have."

"Well, Sakura. I'm not sure what you need me for, then." I declare lightly, wrapping one of my own arms around the girl. "You seem to have everything well in hand here."

"Mou, Senpai…" She protests softly, blushing at my attention but still managing to maintain a confident tone. "Medusa deserves all the love! I can't do it on my own!"

"I see, I see." Wanting to fuck the complexes out of Medusa, are we? Well, it's working just fine with Sakura herself, so I can see why she would see it as a valid tactic. "And you're fine with me intruding in your personal time?"

"Senpai could never intrude."

"And you, Medusa?" I ask the woman, trailing a hand down the skin of her arm and causing her to squirm in Sakura's grasp once again. "Are you interested in having lovey-dovey penetrative sex in missionary position while entwining our fingers together at your Master's command?"

"I… Umm…" Medusa tries to stammer out an answer as my hand trails back up her arm to rest on her shoulder. "If that's my Master's will."

"Well then…" I trail off, softly pushing her shoulder back as Sakura slides from behind her so she can fall on the bed unobstructed. "Please allow me the honor of being an instrument of your Master's will, this one time."

There's some resistance as her dominant and submissive urges war with each other, caught in a situation where there isn't a clear-cut answer. As meek as Medusa can become amongst those she trusts, she's slow to extend that gift and I'm not quite there myself. Still, any thought of defiance flees her the moment Sakura's hand lands on her other shoulder to join me in my attempt.

Medusa surrenders herself, allowing us to guide her back onto the bed, her long purple hair fanning out behind her. Sakura bends forward, giving me a fantastic view of her shapely rear as she deposits another kiss on her Servant's cheek.

"Good girl." She praises Medusa, before straightening up and retreating from her side to the head of the bed, where she sits with her back against the headboard. "Now continue being a good girl and give your Master a good show, okay?"

047 - Dragon Lily from Outer Space

Emiya Haku

After the evening wound down and since Sakura had kind of called dibs on Nii-san, it didn't take long for me to excuse myself from the living room to try and get some sleep. Fun as it is to tease Ayako about her current living situation, I think I'll leave that task in the capable hands of Medea. I'm kinda pooped after fighting Tohsaka.

Even with the costs of maintaining Ecchan offloaded into Sakura, teaching that girl a lesson took a lot out of me. Combat projections aren't exactly cheap and that girl didn't go down easy.

… I might've been a bit overzealous in making sure she didn't go down easy, actually.

Shaking my head to clear it of unpleasant thoughts -I know I have a problem, alright? I'm working on it- I get into the smaller bedroom, distractedly closing the door as I walk up to the bed and collapse into it face first, spreading my arms open with a pleased groan.

Not as nice as the big bed in the bigger bedroom, but that one has Nii-san there, so it's an unfair comparison. Medea sure knows what she's doing when it comes to furnishing, I reflect as I snuggle into the head pillow. Sound isolation, on the other hand…

"Ah~! Senpai…"

I can pretty much hear everything that's happening on the other side of the wall.

Let's see… Do I want to wiggle my way closer to the wall or simply close my eyes and… let myself drift away? On the one hand, I could listen in and maybe rub a quick one calling it a day. On the other hand, these noises might give me some nice dreams if I just fall asleep, and I am kind of exhausted.

I only realize I've taken the silly middle path when the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing catches me nodding off with an ear against the wall and a hand inside my skirt.

"Who–?" I pull my hand away with a start, blinking in confusion when I realize who has decided to join me. "Ecchan? Is there anything wrong?"

Ecchan softly shakes her head a grand total of twice without ever breaking that adorable deadpan of hers. "I wanted to be with Master."

And with that, she takes a seat on the armchair on the side and takes out 'Ascendance of a Bookworm' to start reading without another word. It surprises me a bit that she's decided to follow me here. She doesn't really do the whole sleeping thing, being a Servant and all, and I would've expected her to stay in the living room like yesterday, talking with Ayako about their common passion for shitty literature barely worth the name until late into the night.

The Master-Servant bond is also suspiciously muted, which means Ecchan is trying to hide her emotions. Believe it or not and in spite of what one might assume from her usual cool demeanor, that's a bit of a surprise. Ecchan doesn't so much restrain her feelings as she simply… fails to communicate.

The only times I've ever seen her bothering to actively restrain them is when she's feeling upset or… flustered.

Smelling something juicy in the mood, I feel my drowsiness evaporate as a vulpine smirk forms on my lips.

"Well, It's good that you came in when you did." I comment idly, getting off the bed and making a show of stretching my arms behind my head once I'm back on my feet. "I was about to fall asleep in my clothes!"

Ecchan's only reaction as I start unbuttoning my shirt is a small nod… Unless you're paying attention and realize she's taken advantage of the gesture to hide her lips behind her book, that is. I go through the whole row of buttons while she remains intent on reading the lines of the volume in her hands.

A slow, lazy, teasing process I take my sweet time with.

I know for a fact I'm right on the edge of her vision the whole time, where she could easily lose sight of me with just a small tilt and claim it was all in my imagination if called on it. Harder to explain would be the fact that a voracious reader like Ecchan hasn't flipped the page a single time in the last five minutes.

Or the way her cheeks have been getting progressively warmer. I know for a fact that 'Ascendance of a Bookworm' isn't exactly a lurid read.

Feeling the smile in my lips widen a smidgen, I pull my shirt off my shoulders, rolling them to draw attention to the bare skin under the cloth and then tugging down my arms. As the shirt gets peeled off, I make sure my actions draw attention to my body. First to the cute bra I won't be wearing for much longer, and then down my stomach as I run my hands over my navel, shirt hanging on my elbows for a moment before I let it finally slip all the way to the floor.

"Like what you *hmn~* see, Senpai?" At the husky voice dripping with lust that comes from the other room, Ecchan's book raises again, hiding her face up to the line of her eyes.

Good timing, Sakura!

I continue taking my time with the rest of my clothes, unzipping my skirt and letting it slip down my legs, turning around before removing my bra and making sure to bend down a bit to give Ecchan a good view of my ass while I remove the matching panties.

"*Ah~!*"

Another moan of pleasure makes itself known right as I turn around, proving sufficient distraction that Ecchan isjust a teensy bit too slow in burying her face back into her book. In fact, she's so busy not looking in my direction she can't see the way I lick my lips in anticipation before slipping butt naked under the sheets.

Then it's just a matter of propping myself into a position I can see Ecchan from and wait. Watching in silence as my cute Servant gets redder and redder on the face as the sounds and noises of a night of passion keep filtering through the wall.

All through it, she keeps trying to sell the illusion of being absorbed in her book. Adorably stubborn even if she knows perfectly well I'm not buying it.

Ecchan isn't one for words. She usually isn't the kind of girl who suffers through uncomfortable silences, but rather the one responsible for them. Still… Everyone has a breaking point. It's subtle at first, but little by little the redness of her face is joined by other signs of restlessness in the form of increasingly blatant side glances and squirming in place.

Until finally…

"They…" She starts out, breaking the 'quiet' in the room, only to immediately trail off.

I prop myself up inside the bed, letting the bed covers fall off my body enough to hint and tease at what lies underneath. "They?"

"It's nothing, Master." She tries to backtrack, eyes fixed on the pages in front of her and voice somehow retaining her usual deadpan tone in spite of the obvious state. "Sleep well."

"Well, I'm hardly going to be able to sleep at all now." I huff in faux indignation. "I'll be too busy wondering what you were about to say!"

"They…" She still struggles with her words, and I can only assume she's licking her lips behind the book she's still holding in front of her face. "Sound like they're having fun."

"Well… I can't blame them." I comment with a hum. "Sex is fun."

"..."

She doesn't verbally answer, but the book in her hands ends up closer to her face, far too close to actually read, in fact. Holding back the urge to simply throw the sheets away to pounce on her, I give her my best enticing smile.

"Maybe you want to give it a try?"

"... Maybe." She answers after so long, I was afraid I had scared her off. "I don't know."

Someone else might've missed it, but I'm the one who knows Ecchan best in this world, even better than Nii-san himself does. That's not an expression of hesitation, but an admission of ignorance.

"Don't know?"

"Nothing."

I feel my pulse quicken at her words, at what they mean. Ecchan hasn't even kissed anyone before? Maybe it was unfair of me to assume she already had experience, but with the little Nii-san could tell me from the Servant Universe, I had kind of assumed she and her roommate were… involved.

"And…" I trail off, doing my best to keep my voice soft and inviting. The urge to jump on her and eat her whole is still there though. "Would you like to learn, then?"

"I… I'd like it." Her book is raised in front of her face like a shield by now, hiding everything but the tip of her ears, which have reached a cherry-red color by now. "If it's with Master."

Alright, Haku. Don't mess it all up now. Ecchan looks skittish enough to turn tail and flee if you make a sudden move. That or lash out, and she's a dragon-based Servant so it wouldn't end up well for you. Keep your cool, smile coyly, and talk her into jumping you.

"Then…" I shift around to stand on my knees, making use of the sheets to cover up just so. "Let's start with kissing?"

Mitsuzuri Ayako

I turn and twist in the living room couch, trying and failing to fall asleep as the very world around me seems to taunt my modest ambition of having a peaceful and quiet night. With a frustrated groan, I bury my head under my pillow and press it against my ears.

It doesn't work, utterly failing to drown the sounds coming from the two bedrooms in this wing of the building. My groan becomes a growl, and then turns into a rather pathetic whine, but I'm beyond caring by now. As fun as it was to eat dinner directly from Tohsaka's body, it also left me quite… worked up. The last thing I need when I'm trying to sleep is having to listen to not one but two active and very passionate lovemaking sessions taking place around me.

For Heaven's sake, there are three wizards in this place, one of them a witch of legend, but nobody knows how to set up a simple privacy barrier? It can't be that hard!