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As Scathach spoke, she raised her finger, and a faint light seemed to shimmer at its tip. Asher felt his vision instantly blur, as if covered by a white mist, until he opened his eyes again. He felt an itchy sensation on his cheek and desperately tried to lift his head, but his body was completely uncontrollable. He couldn't move at all.
What happened? Not just his head; he couldn't even move a single finger.
"Runes that can restrict others' movements, but they only work if there's a significant power difference between the two parties. This is a new ability that Shishou will teach you." Scathach slowly walked to the head of the bed and sat down. She lowered her head, her long lashes drooping with her. Her lustrous reddish-purple hair slid onto her shoulders with the series of movements.
"Shishou, are you having a fever?" Thankfully, Asher could still speak despite being unable to move. He noticed that the woman beside him seemed to be panting slightly, her face unknowingly flushed.
"Do you think I'd have a fever?" Scathach lifted her eyelids, her red eyes no longer as calm as usual. The aggressive light within them made Asher speechless, and he subconsciously swallowed. This was the first time Asher had seen Scathach with such a predatory gaze, as if she was about to devour her prey.
"I'm just a little warm," Scathach said, gently caressing Asher's face with her finger. Her fingers were long and slender, providing a cool touch against his skin. "You seem to be sweating," she whispered.
No... Shishou has never shown this kind of expression before, and she wouldn't make such intimate gestures. At least, not under normal circumstances.
"Shishou, can you release the restraint now?" Asher finally realized something was amiss.
"Why should I release it?" Scathach asked, puzzled. She tilted her head slightly, a smile appearing on her face, as if radiating a soft glow. "I haven't taught you how to use the restraint method yet. Aren't you a very studious
disciple?"
"I can only learn after you release me..." Asher looked at Scathach. She slightly raised her proud chin, revealing a glimpse of her fair, tempting neck. As he looked at her delicate skin, Asher couldn't help but hold his breath.
"You're right, you do need to be released before you can try my runes yourself," Scathach nodded gently. Hearing this, Asher just breathed a sigh of relief, but then he saw Scathach reveal a seductive smile: "However, unfortunately, I can't release you just yet."
Asher: "..."
This isn't my usual Shishou.
Why? She was fine when she first came in, but why did she suddenly seem like a different person just as she was about to leave? Asher's brain raced, but he couldn't think of anything. No, it wasn't that he couldn't think, but that his current situation made it impossible to concentrate.
"Why?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Scathach raised her index finger and pressed it against Asher's chest, pushing him onto the soft bed. Asher saw the ceiling for an instant, feeling like someone was watching him. He looked up, and Scathach was sitting at the head of the bed, her snow-white face leaning towards him.
"You'd run away if I didn't do this," she said. Asher finally realized something, his mouth slightly open, wanting to say more, but Scathach had already leaned down, her lips pressing against Asher's. The sweet and soft kiss emptied Asher's mind for a moment. He instinctively closed his eyes, feeling the sweet breath on his cheeks, then quietly opened his eyes. In his vision, Scathach's beautiful face was reflected, her red eyes filled with greed, her face flushed with desire for Asher's lips.
He could hear the sound of raindrops hitting the window. Asher's body felt as if it were restricted by gravity, completely unable to move. Even struggling with all his might was futile; he could only passively accept Scathach's soft and sweet kisses. She truly seemed to feel hot; sweat seeped from her skin, emitting a faint, intoxicating fragrance that quickly enveloped Asher's entire body.
Asher tried to move his fingers again, but it was still
useless. He could only watch as Scathach brazenly intertwined her tongue with his. Asher had never seen such a scene. His Shishou had always given him the impression of a calm and dignified figure, but now her every move was aggressive. Asher sighed inwardly.
At least release the restraint so I can do something! This is nice, but the feeling of being completely unable to move is truly uncomfortable, especially since he now felt an uncomfortable swelling in a certain area, yet he couldn't adjust his position.
Just as he thought of this, some kind of magic seemed to burst from his body. In less than a second, Asher could clearly feel the gravity that had been restricting his body suddenly disappear. He wiggled his fingers. He could move freely now.
Should I stop Shishou, or go along with her?
Two thoughts surfaced in Asher's mind. The sweet kisses continuously assaulted his brain, and Asher's first thought just now vanished amidst such kissing. He instinctively raised his hand to embrace Scathach's body.
However, as expected of a battle-hardened warrior, the moment Asher raised his hand, Scathach had already reacted first, pressing his hands onto the bed.
It was a long while before Scathach finally released his mouth. Her eyes were moist, gleaming with an unusual light.
"Shishou, you've been drugged," Asher said, panting as he gazed at Scathach. Although he didn't know when or how the other party managed to catch Shishou off guard, there was no doubt that Shishou must have consumed something to become like this.
"I know," Scathach said, slipping off the two thin straps of her dress. In the dim light, a flawless body vaguely emerged. Asher was at a loss for words. His gaze was completely fixed on Scathach, unable to move away.
Scathach noticed Asher's gaze and chuckled softly. She lowered her head and whispered into Asher's ear, "I know exactly what I'm doing, so don't worry..."
"I will take responsibility for you."
"Did we get our lines mixed up?" Asher said with a wry smile. "You'll definitely regret this later."
"No regrets," Scathach's fingers slowly traced down Asher's chest to below his abdomen. She paused, looking at Asher. "How did your Sister Morgan do it then?"
"Sister Morgan...?" Asher felt his brain freeze. When did Shishou know about me and Morgan?!
"Like this?" Without giving Asher a chance to think further, Scathach gently squeezed his hand. Asher shivered all over.
"Or like this?" Her fingertips glided, her nails lightly scraping. Asher had no energy left to think about anything else. For a moment, he even thought that Scathach was not only experienced in martial arts but also in other aspects. But he quickly realized that his previous thought was completely wrong.
A sound of pain reached his ears. Asher finally couldn't suppress himself and hugged Scathach's body tightly. But he didn't act immediately, only softly asking, "Shishou, should I continue in a moment?"
"No, keep going," Scathach embraced Asher back. "Just follow your feelings, disciple." The term, which he usually said so naturally, now seemed to stimulate Asher's nerves, making him much more excited.
Scathach's body could clearly feel the changes in her disciple at that moment. She winced slightly from the pain, but a smile remained on her face.
"Did that title stimulate your nerves just now?"
"Disciple, what do you want to do to your Shishou?" she said again, as if intentionally trying to provoke Asher.
"Are you sure?" Asher maintained his last shred of sanity.
"Of course," Scathach wrapped her arms around Asher's neck. "Let me see how much you've grown in these five years." Asher hugged Scathach again, their lips touching.
Scathach felt the pain begin to surge, gradually intensifying. Her toes slowly moved up along the bed, straightening rigidly. She subconsciously gritted her teeth. Before she knew it, the pain disappeared, and then a comfortable sensation spread through her body, as if the pain had never existed. Like distant thunder approaching, the passage of time was accompanied by a coming, unusual sensation, and the room was filled with a pink aura.
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Asher's mind felt like mush; he had no idea what he was thinking. It felt completely unreal. Even now, he still felt like he was dreaming, just like with Morgan Le Fay.
Even though it wasn't the first time, he was still very nervous, so nervous that he didn't even know what he was doing, as if everything was simply his body's instinctive action.
"Are you very tired?" Scathach gently stroked Asher's hair, holding him in her embrace. If it were normal, Asher's heart would probably be racing and his throat dry, but now he felt none of that. He had grown accustomed to such contact.
"Who drugged you?" After a long while, Asher finally felt capable of thinking. He whispered the question.
"Who knows?" Scathach looked down at the boy in her arms, smiling inadvertently. Whoever it was, she should really thank them. If it weren't for the person who added the drug, she probably wouldn't have been able to make up her mind now. This time, she took advantage of the opportunity to put her inner thoughts into action.
Oh, as for something like "it's not good to prey on minors"... well, this wasn't preying. This was just teaching. Shishou teaching her disciple.
"Maybe Morgan?" Scathach suddenly found the thought amusing.
No... I only felt something was wrong after drinking the fish soup, which means Scathach suddenly thought of something, staring at the boy buried in her chest, her eyes flickering slightly.
Connecting it with Artoria, who had just been called away by Morgan Le Fay, various events linked together, and Scathach soon showed an amused smile. So that's how it was? No wonder Morgan called Lily away, no wonder Lily had been desperately making fish soup for her disciple these past few days. Was it with such an unhealthy motive?
Luckily, she arrived in time, otherwise something truly bad might have happened.
This can also be considered my sacrifice for Lily's physical and mental well-being, right? Scathach couldn't help but think.
"Shishou, what are you thinking about?" Asher looked up and asked Scathach.
"Nothing," Scathach snapped out of her thoughts and changed the subject. "Did you learn it? The binding ability."
"To be honest, I have no idea how you used the binding," Asher said helplessly. "I also don't know why it released just now."
"It's probably related to something inside your body," Scathach said, combing Asher's hair, enjoying the intimacy after their exertion.
"What is that thing?" Asher asked.
Scathach shook her head. "I'm not clear yet, but for you, it's currently more beneficial than detrimental. That surging magic, if fully released, I think even Morgan wouldn't compare."
Magic that even Sister Morgan can't compare to? Asher felt the pleasant sensation on his cheeks and skin, while pondering Scathach's words.
"But this way, my strength will be even greater than before," Scathach sighed softly. "The difficulty of being killed will be even higher now." Asher snapped out of his recent thoughts and subconsciously looked up at Scathach.
Does Shishou still wish to be killed in battle? To be honest, Asher had always been unable to understand Scathach's wish. No, he could understand it, but he couldn't accept it.
"Don't worry, I'm not thinking of seeking death for now," Scathach said softly, as if seeing through Asher's thoughts.
"Are you satisfied now?" At first, she wanted to die simply because she knew living too long would be boring, but now, with her disciple, it wouldn't be too lonely. Asher nodded gently.
"Mm." Scathach gazed at Asher tenderly, holding him tightly to her chest, as if wanting to merge with him again.
"I... I can't breathe a little..." Asher said with great
difficulty.
"Sorry, I seem to have gotten a little too excited," Scathach slightly loosened her grip, giving Asher room to breathe. Scathach looked down at Asher, who had his eyes closed, seemingly also enjoying this warm moment. She felt a bit sentimental. She never expected him to have grown so much in less than six years. He had grown in many ways.
While enjoying this warmth, Scathach suddenly felt an unusual sensation rise from within her. Her body became even hotter than before, and she felt much more sensitive. Just sensing her disciple's presence made her uncontrollably aroused.
"Disciple..." Scathach released Asher, gazing at his tired expression. Asher looked up and saw a faint smile on Scathach's face. For some reason, he seemed to see a mischievous look on his Shishou's face.
"What's wrong?" Asher asked.
"The full effect of the medicine seems to be kicking in now," Scathach said.
Asher: "...You mean...?"
"Sorry, your stamina shouldn't have reached its limit yet. Please accompany me a bit longer."
"Shishou, I really have no stamina left..." Asher tried to negotiate with his Shishou. He was truly exhausted. While he hadn't reached his absolute limit, he was pretty close.
"Just leave it to me," Scathach said. "You just need to lie there obediently."
"That's not the problem"
"So noisy. If you speak again, I'll bind you," Scathach finally lost her patience and raised her finger. Asher's body instantly froze, unable to move. Soon, he felt warmth covering him again.
...
"Rest well. You have training tomorrow. Don't slack off because of tonight's relaxation." Scathach put on her dress. Her expression held more mature charm than before. She looked back at Asher, who weakly responded
"Yes," opened the door, and left the room.
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Meanwhile, in Morgan Le Fay's room.
"What a truly fulfilling day," Morgan Le Fay said, crossing her legs, her eyes narrowed in pleasure. She had just spent most of the evening chatting with her sister.
After educating her sister and discussing topics of gender and relationships, Artoria finally gave up her initial idea.
She felt that her sister was right; she was still too young to do such things, so she temporarily abandoned that plan. As for the scene she saw that night, Morgan Le Fay's explanation was that her magic was extremely depleted at the time, and if she didn't replenish it promptly, she might be in danger, so she had no choice but to resort to extreme measures. This explanation also convinced Artoria.
In short, the awkwardness between her and her sister due to that incident had completely vanished.
"But after chatting with my sister for so long, I feel a lack of magic again," Morgan said, licking her index finger. Recalling the pleasure of that night, she turned, her high heels stepping onto the windowsill, then leaped, transforming into a crow that vanished into the night. Soon, she flew into Asher's room.
The room was silent, shrouded in dimness. Was he resting so early today? A hint of confusion appeared on Morgan's face as she walked to the head of the bed. Asher only then felt someone approaching and opened his eyes.
"Sister Morgan, what are you doing here so late?" Asher greeted her weakly.
"Why do you seem so tired?" Morgan frowned. "Did you do something today?"
Asher's eyelids twitched slightly. He forced himself to sit up, shaking his head. "Nothing much. I was just sleepy and wanted to sleep. Do you need something this late?" Morgan didn't think much of it, as Scathach had already cleaned up all suspicious items before leaving. It would be difficult to notice anything unless one looked very carefully.
Morgan sat at the head of the bed, her shoulder naturally resting against Asher's. Her smile was alluring.
"What do you think?"
Asher's heart skipped a beat; he already had a premonition. At that moment, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist, and a soft body pressed against his back. Asher was stunned. He turned to look, and behind him, a Morgan Le Fay was embracing him. He turned his head again, and there was another Morgan Le Fay in front of him.
"That's right, it's triple the Sister Morgan tonight. You'll get triple the pleasure~" Morgan Le Fay revealed a gentle smile, her two clones closing in on Asher's body from two directions. She was originally a triple goddess, capable of summoning two identical clones, and tonight, it seemed she had summoned both clones to immerse Asher in even greater pleasure.
"Give me all your magic," Morgan's voice came from in front, while another Morgan beside him had already pounced on him on the bed.
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No one expected that Asher, on whom we placed great hopes, would actually fall on his path to becoming a Heroic Spirit!
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