Chapter 27: Shadow Realm -10-

Scáthach and Tamamo.

The nightly tug-of-war between the mistress of the Abyssal Realm and the dazzling great yokai was nothing short of a catastrophe.

By day, Kay’s bones were pounded to dust by spear thrusts; by night, he was wrung dry by the two women’s inexhaustible stamina and possessive demands.

No matter how virile Kay was, in their presence, he couldn't help but feel a fatigue so deep it felt as though his very marrow was being sucked out.

“…Not today. If I get swept away again tonight, my waist is going to turn to powder.”

Exhausted, Kay pleaded for mercy and fled to his personal chambers tucked in the corner of the castle.

He locked the door securely and collapsed onto the bed. No sooner had he closed his eyes than a crushing fatigue overtook him, and his consciousness plummeted into the abyss.

Warm sunlight. A gentle breeze tickling his cheek.

When he opened his eyes, Kay found himself not beneath the ashen sky of the Abyssal Realm, but standing on the familiar, beloved fields of Britain.

“…A dream, then.”

He suspected he was dreaming, but the vividness of the scenery caused him to let his guard down completely.

That was when he heard a clear, familiar voice behind him.

“Brother.”

Kay spun around, his eyes widening.

Before him stood a silver-tinged blonde girl wearing nothing but a thin, fluttering white dress—no training gear, no boy’s clothing. It was Artoria.

“Ah, Artoria?”

“I’ve missed you, brother. Every night, I longed for the smell of the meals you make and the warmth of your presence.”

This was not the stalwart King of Knights he knew.

Her cheeks were flushed like peaches, and her emerald eyes were dazed and hazy. She glided forward and threw herself into Kay’s arms.

“Hey, wait! Artoria, something is weird about your vibe—I mean, I know it’s a dream, but still!”

Kay jerked back, attempting to push her away. No matter if it was a dream, he couldn’t tolerate this sort of sticky intimacy with his sister.

But...

“...Huh?”

He couldn't find any strength in his body.

As if paralyzed by poison, or as if his entire body had been coiled tight by an invisible serpent, he couldn't move a single finger.

His mind grew foggy, and a strangely mature, potent floral scent—far too heavy to be Artoria's—numbed his senses.

“This isn't right….”

Kay barely managed to part his lips to protest, but Artoria rose onto her toes and breathed hotly against the nape of his neck.

“It’s alright. No one can disturb us here… in this sweet sanctuary.”

Her soft lips licked up his collarbone, and the small curves of her body, felt through the thin dress, rubbed blatantly against Kay’s firm frame.

The visual shock, the paralyzed reason, and the hyper-amplified sense of touch combined to overwhelm him.

Soon, she slowly undressed before him. Then, as dreams often do, the space shifted abruptly into the familiar house of his hometown.

“You’re so hot, brother.”

Artoria licked Kay's face. Before he knew it, she was sliding herself onto his already swollen member.

He was being unilaterally ravished, yet he felt no revulsion. His mind swam in a haze, and only raw desire writhed within him.

“More… give me more of you.”

Finally, the last thread of Kay’s sanity snapped.

Driven by pure instinct, he pulled the illusion close in a powerful embrace.

Upon the bed of his dreams, Kay began a scorching and violent liaison with the sweet phantom that had paralyzed his mind.

“You're so rough… more, do it harder!”

Once, twice… he reached a climax countless times, pouring out mana without end. It was an overwhelming pleasure, as if his very soul was being sucked out of him.

And in the final moment, as his vision flashed white...

“…Thank you for the meal, Master.”

The golden-haired girl in his arms shattered into pieces, and in her place, a cascade of long, sleek violet hair poured down.

A blindfold covering her eyes. A cool, seductive smile.

It wasn't Artoria.

The identity of the succubus who had manipulated and paralyzed his dream.

It was Medusa.

“Gah!!”

Kay snapped his eyes open.

The house in Britain was gone, and he was back in the dark bedroom of the Abyssal Realm.

However, despite waking from the dream, the heavy pressure weighing down his body and the raw pleasure coiling around his lower half did not disappear. Rather, they had become reality, feeling even more vivid against his skin.

“You’re awake. You were so passionate in your dream that I almost lost my reason as well. Though it was a dream, I was acting in tandem with you in reality. If I were still in my days as a goddess, I wouldn't have been able to endure it.”

In the darkness.

Medusa was mounted on top of Kay, her black tights half-pulled down, pressed completely flush against him.

Having firmly swallowed Kay's lower half, she rotated her hips with the flexible, sensual movements of a snake, slamming her weight down.

Squelch… plap♡

“You, ugh… Me-Medusa…! What do you think you're doing…!”

“Exactly what it looks like. I needed mana, and you are a wonderful source. I couldn't bear to let Tamamo and Lady Scáthach monopolize you… your scent was simply too potent to ignore.”

Medusa extended her long, red tongue and licked up Kay’s sweat-beaded chest.

The allure she radiated completely paralyzed Kay’s physical body.

“What a truly magnificent body. I heard you were a man of mediocre talent, but the size of the vessel you hold… and this ferocious weapon is not lacking even when compared to the heroes of the Age of Gods.”

She whispered in admiration, entwining herself around Kay’s upper body like a serpent.

Her once-cold body temperature was heating up as it mixed with Kay's. Despite having ejaculated dozens of times in the dream, the onslaught of physical pleasure caused Kay's body to swell once more as if it would burst.

“Kh… let go, I have no strength in my….”

“Are you going to leave everything to me? You're the type who hates having the initiative taken away from him, aren't you?”

Medusa curled her lips and loosened the magical restraint pressing down on Kay—just a tiny bit.

That was the moment.

As the paralysis lifted, Kay’s beast-like instincts, honed by endless nights of battle, exploded.

Despite his foggy state of mind, he grabbed Medusa’s slender waist with his powerful arms and flipped her over in one swift motion.

“Ah!”

A shallow scream, mixed with genuine surprise, escaped Medusa's lips as she hit the bed.

Kay panted like a wild animal and began thrusting upward with a violent, merciless speed.

“You’re the one… who lit the fire.”

“Haah! Ma-Master… wait, it's too deep… ngh! Nngh♡!”

Physical reflexes took precedence over rational thought.

Medusa thought she had drained his energy through the dream, but his tenacity and stamina far exceeded her expectations.

“Ah… wonderful, Master. More… harder♡! Carve your beastly mana… deep into the furthest reaches of my inside…♡!”

“Seriously, are all women from mythology this obscene!? I can't even keep my head straight because of you people!”

“I’m sorry♡. I’ll apologize with my body, so harder! More, more violently explore my body! This deficient body that even the Sea God coveted♡!”

Medusa let out moans of ecstasy, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as she wrapped her long legs tightly around Kay’s waist.

In the deep, dark night of the Abyssal Realm, Kay’s bedroom, which should have been peaceful, turned into a greedy mire where a serpent and a predator entwined.

“…Ah, I’m going to die.”

The next morning.

Kay pressed his hand to his forehead as soon as he opened his eyes. His waist was numb, and he felt as though every drop of moisture had been evaporated from his body.

Looking down at his arms, he saw Medusa sleeping soundly, her blindfold removed and placed on the desk.

Her usual cold and distant aura had vanished, leaving only the image of a seductive woman with a red glow blooming across her skin.

Sensing Kay moving, Medusa slowly opened her eyes.

“…You’re awake, Master.”

Medusa stretched and rubbed her cheek against Kay’s chest. Perhaps due to the fierce coupling of the previous night, her skin was glowing and her mana was at its peak.

“Thank you for the meal. It was a wonderful feast, enough to make my stomach burst. I’ll… be looking forward to it again.”

She whispered with her characteristic seductive smile.

Kay let out a sigh of disbelief.

“You really… manipulate dreams to seduce people? How long have you been targeting me? Do you even see me as a man?”

At Kay’s grumpy question, Medusa pulled the blanket up to half-cover her bare breasts and answered honestly.

“Servants do not get pregnant, nor do we have the same physiological mechanisms as humans. So, it began strictly as a means of mana supply and sexual release. Since I possess the body of a monster, my appetite—sexual appetite—is quite voracious.”

She reached out and stroked Kay’s cheek.

“However… it is true that I have developed a fondness for your upright soul and the kindness you show in struggling for the sake of your sisters. I do not lack the pride to share my flesh with a man I do not like.”

At Medusa’s honest and straightforward confession, Kay found his cheeks flushing involuntarily.

“…Anyway, you certainly have a way with words.”

Just as the two were enjoying the lingering, ticklish afterglow of the morning beneath the covers...

BAM!!

“Hey! You pathetic cook! The sun is high in the sky, so why aren't you making breakfast? Where the hell are you hiding—!!”

An unwelcome guest kicked the bedroom door open with a crash.

It was Jeanne d’Arc Alter.

She had come looking for Kay because she was hungry, only to freeze in place at the explicit sight before her.

Clothes strewn across the floor like a snake that had shed its skin.

The heavy scent of night-blooming flowers and a musky body odor filling the air.

And Kay and Medusa, naked and embracing under a single blanket.

“Uh… um. Jeanne. This is, well….”

Before Kay could find an excuse, Jeanne d’Arc Alter’s pale face turned as red as a tomato.

“Y-y-y-you!! What kind of crazy thing were you doing in broad daylight!!! You… you horny animals!!!”

Jeanne d’Arc Alter screamed, half-covering her face with her banner.

However, even while covering her eyes, she was obsessively observing Kay’s toned abs and the erotic atmosphere of the bed through the gaps in her fingers.

For the Avenger, who had known only how to hate and burn, it was the first time a powerful awareness of sexuality was etched into her mind.

“Oh my? What is all this commotion? What is happening to my dear husband…?”

“I wondered what little rat had crawled into my nest without permission….”

To make matters worse.

Hearing Jeanne d’Arc Alter’s screams, Tamamo and Scáthach came rushing down the hallway with terrifying momentum.

Blue sparks flew from Tamamo’s eyes as she assessed the situation, and Scáthach already had Gáe Bolg in her hand.

“Hee, you certainly tried to take the easy way to a free meal, didn't you?”

“You’ve scraped up every bit of my share. I think snake skewers will be on the menu today.”

“…I’ve had my fill, so I’ll be going. Master, I wish you luck.”

Medusa gave a seductive smile and quickly leaped through the window, escaping outside.

Left alone on the bed was Kay, clad in nothing and dripping with cold sweat.

“Hey, girls? I really got drained of every last drop of blood last night. So please, no violence… AAAAAHHH!!!”

In place of the escaped Medusa, they pounced on Kay, who was just beginning to naturally recover his strength.

Out of stamina? With Tamamo’s bedroom arts and Scáthach’s Primordial Runes, it was now simply a matter of willpower.

Jeanne d’Arc Alter muttered something and bolted outside, feeling her body heat up from an unknown emotion.

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