Jeanne d’Arc Alter feigned boredom at Kay’s crude efforts while slyly stepping in as his sparring partner, and Medusa quietly built a bond by easing Kay’s knotted muscles with her unique massage techniques.
And Tamamo launched an outright love offensive on Kay.
"Master~ I hand-washed your training clothes today. Please, take in the scent that’s dripping with my sincerity and love!"
As the days wore on…
"Milord! I’ve prepared some nutritionally rich grilled eel for you to enjoy after training! Now, start from the tail—say ‘Ah~’!"
She grew bolder and bolder.
"Milord! The nights are cold. Use this plush fox tail as your blanket… Oh my, why is your hand on my thigh… kyah!"
Tamamo hovered by Kay’s side from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning until just before he fell asleep at night, her tail constantly swishing.
Her perfect beauty, gentle charms, and subtle skinship shook the rational core of the healthy, hot-blooded Kay with every move.
Of course, it became a daily occurrence for the Queen of the Abyssal Realm to interfere, thrusting the sharp tip of her spear forward to cut through the mood.
But recently, there had been a subtle shift in Scáthach’s attitude.
Scáthach stood alone on the ramparts, looking down under the ashen sky at Kay and Tamamo, who were standing side by side prepping ingredients.
"That vixen… she’s even taken to sprawling out on Kay’s lap now."
Scáthach frowned. Normally, she would have hurled Gáe Bolg immediately to pin that fox tail to the wall.
Yet, she relaxed her grip on her spear.
I belong to this Abyssal Realm. Someday, when that man returns to Britain, I cannot be by his side.
Bitterness flickered in Scáthach’s red eyes.
To one who had lived in lonely solitude for centuries, the warmth of an ordinary man like Kay was unbearably sweet—so much so that she wanted to keep him by her side forever.
Yet she would not be selfish. No—because she loved Kay’s steadfast convictions, she could not cling to him.
Kay must return to Britain to protect the family he loves.
On that perilous path, someone had to accompany him. Someone had to fulfill that role in her stead.
I may not like that vixen… but the deeper the bond between Master and Servant, the greater their combat power. If I am to entrust Kay’s back on the battlefields of Britain, perhaps it is better to let her fall completely for him…
Scáthach sighed and gently stroked her lower abdomen.
That doesn’t mean I intend to hand him over without a fight.
Scáthach was a witch possessing a level of divinity that was renowned even in Celtic mythology. Her body had long since transcended human limits; thus, despite spending countless nights with Kay, she could not easily conceive.
This was despite the fact that Kay was certainly no "seedless watermelon."
He was neither infertile nor impotent. On the contrary, his seed was excellent, but Scáthach’s unique constitution made conception difficult.
"…Time is running out. Before he departs for Britain, I will ensure I conceive his bloodline in my womb."
Scáthach’s eyes burned with a terrifying resolve.
She decided to turn a blind eye to Kay and Tamamo’s flirting. Instead, she began researching new Abyssal Realm-style positions to completely exhaust Kay's energy every night.
With Scáthach’s tacit permission—or rather, her passive tolerance—Tamamo’s love offensive began to run wild like a carriage with broken brakes.
"Master~ Lady Scáthach has gone to the hot springs alone for some reason. Isn’t this the perfect chance for just the two of us to spend some intimate time?"
Tamamo sprang onto Kay’s back and hugged him tightly.
Her ample bosom pressed firmly against Kay’s broad back, and her two soft fox ears tickled his cheeks.
"Hey, Tamamo! I’m cooking! I told you the oil will splatter!"
Kay twisted in panic, but Tamamo clung to him like a leech.
"Oh my, my skin is perfectly fine against a little oil. More importantly, Master, your heart is beating so loudly. You deny it with your words, but your body is quite honest, isn't it? Ufufu."
Tamamo whispered seductively in Kay’s ear, exhaling warm breath.
Kay’s nape flushed bright red.
In truth, Kay had been on the brink of madness for the past few weeks. With a peerless beauty teasing him from morning until night, there was a limit to how long a healthy man could hold out like a stone Buddha.
Furthermore, having engaged in intense nightly battles with Scáthach, he had already acquired a taste for such pleasure.
Unlike before, when he lived a life of strict restraint, suppressing his desires now felt like torture.
"Ta-Tamamo. If you cross the line one more time…"
"Cross the line? And what will you do? Will you devour this Tamamo? Oh my~ that is exactly what I’ve been hoping for! Come now, pounce on me atop this fluffy tail!"
Tamamo went so far as to loosen her apron, closing her eyes and pouting her lips.
A legendary beauty capable of toppling nations was now seducing him defenselessly right before his eyes.
"You… you wanton beast… really…!"
Finally, Kay’s patience snapped.
He flung the ladle aside, snatched Tamamo by her slender waist, and carried her straight to his private bedroom.
"Kyah!"
"You provoked me first. And Scáthach… damn her, saying I can take a concubine. She’s seriously messing with my head."
Kay breathed heavily like a wild animal as he mounted Tamamo.
"Ufufu… I’ll have to brag to her later about just how blissfully I satisfied Master."
Tamamo wrapped her arms around Kay’s neck as if she had been waiting for this very moment.
And so, their first union began.
Tamamo was known as a legendary yokai and a femme fatale who had bewitched countless men, but in essence, she was a devoted woman who wished to serve only one man with all her heart.
"Ngh… Ah, Mi-Milord…♡"
As Kay’s large, rough hands stroked her sensitive fox ears and tail, Tamamo shuddered, letting out sweet moans.
She tried to lead Kay with her usual allure, but once the act began, she found herself helplessly overwhelmed by Kay’s dominant physicality and raw stamina.
"Milord, haaang♡ Wa-wait… it’s too big… I feel like I’ll break…♡ Ugh!"
Tamamo’s confident expression quickly dissolved into a tear-streaked mask of pleasure and pain.
It was far from the soft, romantic union she had imagined. Kay’s technique and endurance, honed through nightly encounters with Scáthach, had turned him into a veritable powerhouse.
"You’re the one who asked me to devour you. I’m not stopping until your tail breaks."
Half-lost to his instincts, Kay bit into Tamamo’s milky-white nape and thrust upward.
The sounds of the nation-toppling vixen being thoroughly conquered echoed through the room.
"Aaaah! Milord♡ Master! Uwaah… Mi-Miko-oooong♡!!"
Though she felt as if she were drowning in waves of pleasure, Tamamo clawed at Kay’s firm back and clung to him tightly.
The partner she had longed for so deeply.
As the overwhelming heat and love of the partner she desired filled her body, she wept tears of joy and fell completely for Kay.
"…God, my back."
The next morning, Kay staggered to his feet.
Beside him lay Tamamo, her tail wrapped around his body, fast asleep with the happiest expression in the world.
"Are you awake, you beastly brute?"
A chilly voice.
Kay turned to see Scáthach standing there with her arms crossed, looking down at them.
"Uh… Scáthach! This—this isn’t what it looks like… she provoked me first…"
Kay broke into a cold sweat as he tried to make excuses, but Scáthach simply snorted.
"No need for excuses. I permitted it. However… I cannot allow my husband’s vigor to be completely drained by that vulgar vixen."
Scáthach slammed Gáe Bolg onto the floor with a thud and smiled seductively.
"Kay. I have decided that before you leave for Britain, I will conceive your child. Therefore, I shall squeeze you dry every night. I will take every single drop of your seed so that fox will never dare to pounce on you again."
"…What? A child?"
Kay’s pupils shook violently.
Woken by the noise, Tamamo rubbed her eyes and sat up. The moment she grasped the situation, her fox ears pricked up.
"Oh my! A declaration of pregnancy? Isn’t that a bit too selfish for the primary wife? I want to bear Master’s child too! I’ll have a little fox daughter and we’ll live happily ever after, Milord~"
"Be silent, you brat. Your fragile womb is no match for the womb of Ulster."
"Ho? But I was the one who received Master’s overflowing love last night. The real competition starts now!"
The murderous gazes of the two women clashed once more in midair.
Caught in the middle, Kay wiped the cold sweat running down his spine.
"…Can’t I just go back to Britain right now?"
For the mediocre Kay, life in the Abyssal Realm had evolved beyond merely getting stronger; it had become a survival game to keep his life intact.
And then.
"Servants aren't supposed to be able to conceive. Well, perhaps it would be possible with a Primordial Rune."
Medusa, who had been secretly watching everything, spoke up.
"Still, sexual intercourse is very useful for mana supply. I, too, find myself craving mana."
She licked her lips, wondering if she should visit Kay in his dreams tonight.
"What is wrong with those people?"
Meanwhile, Jeanne d’Arc Alter, who still had no idea what was going on, had simply shown up asking for food.
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