Before I knew it, the clocks in Chaldea were pointing to late at night.
After a day like a storm, my body had long since hit its limit, but the real problem was that I didn’t even know which room I was supposed to stay in.
My memories from my time in Chaldea were still a blank.
"If it’s your room, I’ll show you. The Masters’ quarters in Chaldea are all gathered in Sector B."
Olga Marie naturally slipped her arm through mine and took the lead.
As we walked down the corridor, every time we ran into staff members, they recoiled in shock and hurried out of our way.
"Here. This is your room."
Where Olga Marie stopped was a fairly spacious and comfortable single room. When the automatic door opened, I saw a neatly arranged bed and desk inside.
"Thanks for bringing me here. Get some rest, everyone. I’ll see you tomorrow."
I was just about to step into the room.
"...Where do you think you’re going by yourself?"
"That’s right. If we leave our husband alone, he might push himself too hard and collapse again. We ought to stay by his side all night and nurse him."
Baobhan Sith and Shuten-Douji smoothly slipped in at my left and right and darted into the room. Olga Marie, her face bright red, quietly followed after them.
The only one left standing in front of the door was Kojiro.
He looked back and forth between me and the three women inside the room, then gave his usual sly smile and shrugged.
"Well now. This blade of mine is a bit too sharp to intrude on a flower garden. I think I’ll take a stroll through Chaldea’s halls and walk off my meal. Do have... a restful night."
Click.
With Kojiro’s farewell, the door shut firmly.
Only the three Servants and I remained in the room. The silence lasted only a moment before Shuten-Douji wrapped herself around me from behind like a snake.
"Ahh... at last, just the two of us. No, the four of us."
Her cool body temperature and sickeningly sweet demonic aura brushed against my ear.
She was small and flat-chested, but the fatal, decadent sensuality unique to a great yokai who had lived for ages came over me in a rush.
"Husband. I held back and held back all day today."
Shuten-Douji whispered as she lightly bit my earlobe.
The dizzying sensation sent a shiver down my spine, and at that same moment Baobhan Sith embraced me from the front, pressing her full breasts against my chest.
"Master. Pour all your red mana and white mana into me without holding anything back... Look only at me. Want only me, Master."
Baobhan Sith’s red eyes gleamed with lust. Her hands began undoing the buttons of my shirt one by one.
Before I even had time to be flustered by their blatant seduction, Olga Marie slowly approached and grabbed my hand. Then she guided it onto her own soft, ample chest.
"O-Olga?"
"...Me too."
Olga Marie’s face was so red it looked ready to burst, but her eyes never turned away. They looked straight at me.
"I want to make up for how cruel I was to you... with my own body. I’ll melt away all those lonely, cold years you went through. So... hold me."
Her shy, yet bold temptation.
The whole world looked at me like I was vermin and loathed me, yet these dazzling beauties were desperate because they couldn’t have me for themselves.
It was a truly unreal night.
"...Do you know what my ideal type is?"
When I asked in a hoarse voice, the three Servants all held their breath at once.
"Someone who likes me. There’s never really been anyone like that in my life."
With a faint laugh, I wrapped an arm around Baobhan Sith’s waist as she burrowed into my chest, stroked the nape of Shuten-Douji’s neck as she nibbled at my ear, and lightly kissed the lips of Olga Marie, who was still holding my hand.
"And I’m the type who doesn’t turn away people who come to me because they want me."
At that absentminded yet gentle permission, the three wicked women let out heated breaths and pounced on me.
The shadows of four bodies tangled together as we fell onto the bed.
The first one to claim my lips was Shuten-Douji.
Her tongue entwined with mine, sticky and deep, tasting sweeter and more intoxicating than sake aged for centuries.
Despite her small, slender frame, every time her hands roamed over my body, a tingling demonic aura seeped into my veins and numbed my reason.
"Haa... husband, you’re so hot. Feels like I’m melting all the way inside...♡"
As Shuten-Douji’s languid moan struck my ears, Baobhan Sith dug in at my neck as if jealous, leaving bite marks behind.
Unlike her usual arrogant attitude, she was astonishingly soft and wet inside. The way she clung to me, digging her nails into my back as if starving for affection, was almost desperate.
"Ah, Master... ngh♡, more, look only at me, touch only me...! Fill me completely with your mana...♡!"
And in the midst of that heated exchange of mana, Olga Marie threw herself into my arms with clumsy but blind devotion.
Even though she held the majestic mana of an immature Beast, trembling in pleasure under my touch, she was nothing more than a woman who wanted to be loved.
"Yaiba...♡ hng, ahh... I love it, your warmth touching me... I love it so much...♡"
Her full breasts crushed against my chest, and sweet moans mixed with tears filled the room.
That night, in Chaldea’s cold room, a sickeningly sweet and corrupt demonic aura, the enchanting fragrance of a fairy, and the radiant mana of an immature Beast all twisted together and churned through the night.
In the arms of women who loved only me with blind devotion, I tasted a salvation hotter and more ecstatic than ever before.
The next morning.
When I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself buried in the middle of an ocean of soft skin and sweet body heat.
Olga Marie was fast asleep while hugging my left arm, Baobhan Sith was breathing softly with her cheek resting against the right side of my chest, and Shuten-Douji had one leg draped over my stomach, smacking her lips in contentment.
"Mm..."
As I tried to sit up, all three women stirred at once and opened their eyes.
"Ah, husband, you’re awake..."
"Masteeer... let’s sleep a little longer..."
"Yaiba... good morning."
Their hazy greetings were soaked in the languor left behind by last night’s pleasure. I let out a quiet laugh and slipped out of bed.
My body was sore, but strangely enough, my body was filled with mana clearer and stronger than ever before. I wondered if this was the power that came from deep communion with Servants.
Well, rather than communion, maybe it just meant I’d absorbed that much mana from Shuten-Douji and Olga Marie. As a Master, had I ended up receiving mana from my Servants instead?
I had a feeling, and sure enough...
[Side Quest complete: Supply mana to a Servant. Reward issued: Guaranteed 2-star or higher Servant summoning ticket x1, 4-star Craft Essence summoning ticket x1.]
A 2-star or higher Servant summoning ticket, huh. The problem was that unlike before, it didn’t say evil alignment, which made it risky.
As for the 4-star Craft Essence, that was vague. If it were something like Imaginary Element, maybe, but with 4-stars, I had no idea what would even be good.
To begin with, getting rewards for sex was ridiculous. For now, I’d let those summoning tickets sit. Especially the Servant summoning ticket. If it wasn’t evil-aligned, it could be dangerous for me.
"Let’s wash up. It’s morning."
As I headed for the bathroom, the three of them, still rubbing their eyes, sprang out of bed as if by prior agreement and followed after me completely naked.
"We should wash together. I’ll scrub my husband’s back for him."
The bathroom in Chaldea’s Masters’ quarters had a fairly large bathtub. Beneath the stream of warm water from the shower, our bodies pressed together once more.
Shuten-Douji gently rubbed my back with a sponge covered in foam, then playfully traced down my spine with her fingers.
"Our husband’s body is quite firm. Every bone and line is a work of art."
"Hey, move over. I’m the one washing Master’s hair."
Baobhan Sith shoved Shuten-Douji aside and came over in front of me. As she worked up foam in my hair, she casually pressed her full chest against my shoulder.
The way her fingertips massaged my scalp was astonishingly gentle and tender, completely unlike her rough personality.
"How is it? Feel good, Master?"
"Yeah, it feels good."
Olga Marie, who had been hesitating as she watched from behind, finally came closer to my chest as if refusing to lose, her face turning bright red.
"I-I’ll wash you too! Give me that!"
With hands covered in soap, Olga Marie began awkwardly but earnestly washing over my chest and abs.
Every time her hands touched me, her eyes wandered helplessly in embarrassment, but she never once backed away.
Light kisses and laughter passed between us as we washed each other in the warm steam.
It was a comforting morning, as though the grime of loneliness that had bound me all my life was being washed away with the warm water.
After finishing our shower, changing into fresh clothes, and stepping out of the room, I found Kojiro waiting outside, leaning against the wall. The moment he saw us, his eyes widened.
"Ah, Master. So you’ve finally awakened."
Kojiro glanced at Shuten-Douji, Baobhan Sith, and Olga Marie as they came out behind me with languid expressions, then smirked and gave my shoulder a light tap.
"Looks like you had a very fine night. The thick scent of those vixens reached all the way into the corridor. My nose suffered for it."
"Quiet. Thanks for standing guard at the door."
When Olga Marie answered with a dry cough, Kojiro chuckled and straightened up.
"That aside, Master, I think you’d best hurry. I just heard in the cafeteria that there’s about to be a Heroic Spirit summoning ceremony in Chaldea’s summoning chamber for that young lady Master."
At Kojiro’s words, Olga Marie’s brow furrowed sharply.
"What? A Heroic Spirit summoning ceremony? Nobody reported anything to me! Those idiots are running the system without even consulting me, the director?!"
Olga Marie hurriedly pulled out the terminal from her coat. The screen was filled with dozens of missed calls and messages from staff members, including Romani.
"Ah..."
She had been so distracted by last night’s intense, shameless pleasure that she hadn’t noticed the terminal vibrating at all.
Olga Marie’s face instantly turned as red as a tomato, and Shuten-Douji and Baobhan Sith snickered.
"Ahem! E-even so! Proceeding with a summoning ceremony without my approval is a violation of protocol! Let’s go to the summoning chamber right now!"
"Don’t be too mad, Olga."
I lightly stroked the head of the fuming girl to calm her down.
"Ritsuka’s going to need a Servant if she’s going to fight from here on out anyway. Let it slide."
"If you say so... fine. Still, I’m the director, so I should at least go see it."
Olga Marie cleared her throat and took the lead, and we made our way to the summoning chamber at an unhurried pace.
By the time we arrived, the room was already filled with a rainbow-colored radiance so brilliant it was hard to keep my eyes open. Romani, Leonardo da Vinci, Mash Kyrielight, and Ritsuka were all staring at the summoning circle with tense expressions.
"It worked! Spirit Origin reaction! And this mana wave is...!"
As da Vinci shouted, the light faded, and a small silhouette appeared in the center of the summoning circle.
A tiny body like that of a child, dressed in traditional Japanese clothing, with striking red hair.
But unlike her adorable appearance, the presence pouring off her, like Shuten-Douji’s, belonged to a distant being that had lived through eternal ages.
The princess of Enma Realm, and the proprietress of Enma-tei, an inn that existed in another dimension.
The Tongue-Cut Sparrow, Beni-Enma.
"Welcome to Enma-tei. We are pleased to have you, guest."
Beni-Enma bowed deeply in a perfectly proper greeting.
"—Or not. Servant Saber. The Tongue-Cut Sparrow, Beni-Enma, has arrived to serve here. Kind and lovely Master, I look forward to working with you."
At Beni-Enma’s characteristic lisping yet polite introduction, color returned to Ritsuka’s face.
"Waaah! You’re adorable! Nice to meet you, Beni-Enma! I’m Fujimaru Ritsuka!"
"Yes, Lady Ritsuka. My skills may be lacking, but whether it is swordsmanship or cooking, I shall do my utmost to serve you."
It was a warm, cheerful summoning scene.
Then, as I entered the summoning chamber with Olga Marie, Beni-Enma’s gaze met mine in midair.
The clear light in Beni-Enma’s eyes froze over as cold as ice the instant she saw me.
Reflected in her eyes, I was the worst possible form, as if every sin and every filth in the world had been scraped together into one being.
It went beyond simple instinctive disgust. The instincts of one who served the judges of hell were passing judgment on me as a hideous evil spirit that deserved to be cast into the very bottom of Avici Hell.
"Cheep?!"
Beni-Enma’s feathers bristled, and she reflexively placed a hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist. Her once-cute voice turned cold and sharp like a blade of winter wind.
"Wh-what exactly is that filthy, revolting scrap standing over there in the corner? Why is an evil spirit that ought to fall into Avici Hell and be lashed by a rain of blades for all eternity shamelessly breathing here?!"
Beni-Enma’s murderous denunciation rang out.
The warm air in Chaldea’s summoning chamber froze in an instant, and a viciously cold silence fell between her and me.
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