"Is that so?"
"Does Master like my work very much?"
Under the cover of night, seeing Ian appreciating her greatly, Kiyohime stopped pretending and directly switched to addressing him as Master.
"Hehehe... I like it very much too."
"Especially that incomparably rough moment from Master; I liked it so much I couldn't extricate myself."
Kiyohime cupped her own face, looking as if she were drunk.
"Heaven is unfair; why couldn't it have been me there?"
"How delightful that would have been—"
Facts proved the man's feeling was correct.
Kiyohime, from the moment she appeared, was a genuine choice of [Slaanesh].
"Oh?"
"Then do you want to give it a try?"
Ian took advantage of the situation to push Kiyohime down in front of him.
Tonight there was no moon, but the intertwining light that sealed the sky faintly illuminated the dilapidated house where the two were.
"Master, you are so bad—"
"Even though you just did such excessive things on the dragon's back, you found me right now?"
"Will you not feel guilty about this?"
Kiyohime spoke such words, yet her eyes did not leave the man in front of her for a moment.
She was waiting for an answer.
And Ian knew what that answer was.
Kiyohime was actually no different from a hedgehog.
Although every sentence seemed thorny, if one were to truly uncover it, one would find she possessed a side softer than anyone else.
"I won't."
"Because—"
"I know you definitely won't be repulsed by it, right, Kiyohime?"
The man stroked the young girl's cheek.
"Moreover, I don't want to be your Master only in name—"
Almost the instant the words were spoken, Ian saw Kiyohime's expression becoming gradually uncontrolled due to excessive excitement.
"Do you mean you want to dominate me thoroughly?"
The young girl breathed hot air from her lips, completely losing that proper young lady appearance.
"The kind where both body and mind are completely dominated?"
"Please, you must tell me, is that so—"
Truly an overly delicious ingredient.
How could there be such a perfect [Servant] capable of helping him manufacture [Pain]?
Looking at the young girl who had fallen into mental delusions, Ian did not answer, but simply touched Kiyohime's lips gently with his finger.
"You mean..."
"Heh, true."
"A rude creature like Mordred indeed left bad traces on your lips."
Kiyohime licked her own lips.
"Then let me clean them up for you."
The young girl wrapped her arms around the man's neck and took the initiative to kiss him.
Only—
Inconsistent with this overly proactive behavior, Kiyohime's lips were unexpectedly tender.
Sweet but not cloying, like a candy with the wrapper peeled off.
"You thought correctly—"
"You indeed obtained my first kiss."
"And you will soon obtain even more."
"Hehehe..."
Kiyohime sneered; despite her petite figure, she radiated an attraction no less than any mature woman at this moment.
There was no reason to refuse her, who was so proactive and thirsting for love.
Ian's hand landed on Kiyohime's waist.
"I might not be faithful to you alone, but I will absolutely make sure you don't regret choosing me."
"Your answer is truly honest."
Kiyohime's finger pressed against the man's chin.
"Then—"
"Please let me feel the same as Mordred."
A seduction that came naturally.
However, just at this moment—
"Hey, Ian!"
Jeanne [Alter]'s voice rang out.
This witch who wanted to save the world hadn't noticed at all that the atmosphere around her had long since become strange.
"Why did you hide here? I..."
"Eh?"
Jeanne [Alter] saw the scene of Kiyohime initiating intimacy.
Snap.
The young girl's brain disconnected.
But soon, the blood rushing to her forehead made Jeanne [Alter] react again.
"Why has it started again!"
"Didn't you just stop not long ago?!"
Jeanne [Alter] shouted in panic.
But at the same time, she found herself actually pondering another question—
Clearly, she met him first, right?
Why is it that, conversely, these two [Servant]s bore fruit first?
Is it not even my turn in the rotation?
Is this... discrimination without even pretending?!
The subtle atmosphere that had been created with great difficulty was broken just like that by the uninvited guest, Jeanne [Alter].
A thick killing intent emanated from Kiyohime's body.
She looked at Jeanne [Alter], smiling, and spoke words approaching freezing point.
"Can you get out immediately?"
"Do you perhaps have a fetish for peeping at others' happiness?"
"No, I..."
Jeanne [Alter] really wanted to refute Kiyohime's words, but found she couldn't say a single sentence.
This was only natural—where is there anyone who barges into a scene and can still be righteous?
"Sorry!"
"I'll go out right now!"
Jeanne [Alter] turned to run out, but heard unexpected words at this time.
"Stand still."
"Wh-What for?"
"Watch."
"Don't tell such cold jokes at a time like this!" Jeanne [Alter] shouted, "And it's not funny at all!"
"But I'm not telling a joke."
Ian answered Jeanne [Alter].
"Right now, I only have feelings for Kiyohime."
Jeanne [Alter]'s face turned even redder.
When the man said that, she found herself actually expecting some even more ominous answers.
"Stand there and finish watching—"
"Fi-Finish watching?" Replays of Mordred's punishment played in Jeanne [Alter]'s head.
"Yes, finish watching."
Ian's gaze returned to Kiyohime.
"Incidentally, take this moment to hand Kiyohime over to me—I very much hope she can become my [Servant]."
"..."
The displeasure on Kiyohime's face vanished in an instant.
"You are truly straightforward, Master."
"Being like this will make me want to cling to you even more."
The atmosphere returned to how it was just now.
Except...
There was the additional audience member, Jeanne [Alter].
Sitting in the corner, she covered her face with both hands, yet couldn't help peeking through the gaps in her fingers.
And Kiyohime also wanted to show off increasingly.
"Master❤—"
"You make me so happy❤—"
The lingering sounds echoed.
Having "married" Ian as she wished, Kiyohime listened to his words.
"Oh, oh... find a way to make Mordred recover, right."
"Please rest assured, I will go right now."
Saying so, Kiyohime stood up carrying the full fruits of battle.
When passing by Jeanne [Alter], she glanced at the other party seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and then gently flicked her skirt, revealing that section of white silk stockings that had been torn open.
"Hehehe..."
Kiyohime's sneer gradually faded into the distance.
Only Ian and Jeanne [Alter] remained in the room.
"Alright, what did you want to do?"
"N-Nothing!"
"Just passing by!"
Without waiting for the man to answer, Jeanne [Alter] ran out.
And looking at the corner where the young girl had just sat, Ian revealed a satisfied smile.
"If just watching can make you like this—"
"It really makes one look forward to the time when you sit on it yourself."
"However..."
Looking at the unceasing light outside, and listening to the footsteps constantly moving towards the judgment point, Orleans.
Ian became serious.
"Have to settle the trouble of this [Singularity] first."
"And Ritsuka, where are you?"
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