Chapter 36: Episode 34

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I couldn't quite describe how I felt during my reunion with Rin. As funny as it might seem, the smaller girl was basically the only bit of 'normalcy' left in my life. She brought with her no political struggles, nor enemies that needed to have their arses kicked, neither did she expect me to return any favor I might have received with some sort of ridiculous quests, something I couldn't say the same for Gil. After putting the tsundere to sleep and assuring her I wouldn't disappear into the night like I had over the last week, I quickly went to meet the Golden Queen in her room.

She hadn't changed much. Still drop-dead gorgeous with a body that could probably break my hotness-scale and a voice that sent tingles down my spine. Of course, the fact that she was in nothing but her birthday suit may, may have contributed a tad to the experience as well. "You are finally here, Leonis. This Queen was beginning to think you had forgotten about her…"

Gil took several long looks at me, grin widening with each step as she stalked towards my unmoving form. I didn't panic, keeping a relaxed smile as she approached, humming and prodding as though I was a fascinating creature she had yet to see. Then, Gil chuckled, cackling with my jaws held tight in her fingers, amusement clear in her expression. "You have changed, Leonis." She stressed, caressing my face almost lovingly. "I do not know what, but something fundamental about you has drastically changed while you were away…" Gil paused, eyes seeming to try and bore into my very soul.

"Care to explain, little lion?" Little lion? That nickname was new, not that I disliked it or anything. "It's nothing much, I've just managed to resolve some past traumas. Murdered tons of people in the process too."

I hesitated to call the Illusions 'people', but they had appeared authentic enough that they could likely pass off for the genuine articles. Granted, they had probably been created from parts of my subconscious and figments of my imagination, meaning they could only be as real as I allowed them to be. Once I had figured out what that Reality was, they were less people and more… Glitching NPCs. Some had failed to even keep up a decent conversation. The most severe ones were barely a mesh of humanoid colors that I stabbed.

It was like I was tripping balls on weeds and cocaine.

Not that I knew what snorting the hard white felt like, but I'd imagine it wasn't too dissimilar from what I went through.

Seriously, that was the weirdest fucking experience of my lives. 'Was that what tripping on DMT feels like?'

Speaking of DMT, I wondered if there were any truth to its presumed ability to let us see into the different layers of Reality? Would have been hilarious if all a Magus needed to reach the Root was chewing on some mushrooms. Just imagine the faces they would be making nearly threw me into a fit of giggles. "Is that so?" Gil's voice quickly snapped me back to the present. "You have done well, and as a Queen and your teacher, I must reward you for your efforts. But, you currently have no need for new weapons, I doubt armors would interest you with your Style."

Gil looked contemplative as she continued. "I have a few potions that will can grant you Supernatural abilities, books that can aid in your research and more–" The Golden Queen peered at me. "So tell me, what is it that you desire for your rewards? As long as it isn't too unreasonable, I'm willing to grant you your wish, little lion… Do not say I'm not a generous ruler."

There were tons upon tons of things I desired, things I so salivated at. But, at this moment, faced with the nude Queen mere inches away from me, the Queen with a body that could set fire itself ablaze, I knew exactly what I wanted. "You." I clarified. "I want you, Gil." I hadn't been able to truly enjoy our last session. Partly because I was conscious of my young body, but also because I feared I couldn't satisfy her who must have had endless suitors and lovers in life. Now, those fears were gone, and I found myself wishing for another taste of her deliciously sweet nectar.

Gil smirked as she gestured me over. "Then come and claim your prize, little lion."

I didn't know if she understood, but her body wasn't all I desired from her. I desired her heart too. Sadly, the former might be obtainable currently, but the latter would require much, much more time and attention on my part. At least, I must be stronger, more powerful than her if I was to steal her heart. Right now, I'd have to settle for just her body first, but as the saying went: 'Familiarity breeds fondness'. I refused to believe I couldn't make her fall for me with all the advantages I had.

Besides, she already had positive feelings towards me, I simply needed the right pushes and Gilgamesh– The Queen Of Heroes would belong to me. There was also Artoria, which I absolutely adored. I doubted Gil would object to me going after our precious Saber, but Artoria might have something to say about Gil. Well, I'd cross that bridge when I got there. At the moment, there was a beautiful and very, very bare woman I must pay my utmost attention to. 'Can't have her feel under-appreciated, can't I?'

I swaggered forth, internally prepping myself for the incoming 'battle'. Anyone who would tell you sex wasn't a fight was lying to you. Trust me, it might as well be one given all the care, attention to details and rigorous workout it entailed. It was even worse for man, since typically, the average men could only go for two, three rounds at best, while women could go seven to eight times on their usual days, and if they were especially horny? The number of climaxes they could reach might even exceed two digits easily. It's for this reason that I believed foreplay was an integral part of sex.

In fact, it was best if you could tire out your partner with foreplay first, then and only then should you begin with the main course. Here's to hoping my Supernatural Vitality would handle the issue…

I jumped onto her fluffy, velvet bed. The soft silks reminding me of the gentle warmth the sun would occasionally provide in this season. Still, it was nothing compared to the softness of Gilgamesh's skin. Even the warmth stood no chance against the heat that radiated from her body. I cupped her breasts, leaning to claim her lips for my own as she rested her back on the headboard. It's funny, despite having tasted her lower-lips before, I had never kissed her. Usually, it's the complete opposite, right? Oh-well, I had plenty of time to make up for it, and Gil didn't seem to dislike the act either.

Yes, yes. I was aware she had given me mouth-to-mouth before, but that's not the same, was it?

In fact, if her body language were anything to go by, I'd say she even appeared thrilled by it.

Gradually, I began to let my tongue slip between her moist lips. Gil stiffened in my arms as her hands clenched painfully tight on my shoulders. For the slightest second, I couldn't help but want to push her even more, my previously romantic, slow French-kiss turned aggressive almost as if I was trying to suck our her soul with my mouth. My right hand slithered down her flat stomach, feeling the muscles under her skin, then sliding down just above her creak and onto the small tuft of smooth blonde hair.

I didn't touch her vagina, merely caressing the areas around instead. There would be plenty of time for that later, if I wanted to leave an impression, I had to slowly, gradually build up to the main attraction. The first time I had gotten with a girl, I was hasty and instantly tried to jam two, three fingers in that and was rebuked for nearly an hour. Needless to say, I didn't get to dip my sausage in any sauce that day. It was quite the embarrassing experience. But, it had given me an important lesson. Listen and listen well…

'Haste makes waste. Unless the girl you are with has masochistic tendencies, or you have built the atmosphere prior to the actual thing, don't rush into it.' Gotta admit though, her moaning was really enhancing the experience.

Once her nectar had spread all over the bed and I could hear the wetness in her private part with my Supernatural hearing, I backed away, but not before taking one last lick of her lips. For a woman who spent the better parts of her days downing alcohol, there was surprisingly little residues of the foul substance in her saliva, just enough to make the taste somewhat… Better? "You stiffened up for a moment there–" I dipped a finger in her vagina, grin widening as she tensed up, glaring at me. Now, usually that was a look that could send grown men running, but given the circumstance, it just made me want to tease her even more.

Afterwards, I started to clean my finger, slurping up the heavenly liquids dripping from my hand as I resumed with my teasing. "You acted as if that was your first kiss, don't tell me…"

Unexpectedly, Gil didn't answer, angrily turning away with a harrumph. I wasn't the brightest, nor did I claim to be the smartest when it came to women, but wasn't that a tacit affirmation? "Wait, wait! You're telling that after Gods know how many lovers and suitors, after what I can only describe as an Unholy amount of sex, you still haven't had your first French-kiss?!" Gil blushed at that. I swore I wasn't making things up, she blushed like, like… Rin! That was it, she blushed like Rin when teased! "More like I haven't had any kiss in general."

Oh. My. Gods. Gil scowled. "Is that going to be a problem, Leonis?"

"N- No, just- How- I mean, you–!" The Golden Queen sighed, rolling her beautiful crimson eyes. "You will find that when you stand at the top, very few will risk their lives just for a chance of bedding you. Most of my former lovers and suitors have never tried to initiate anything. The bolder ones would try to dominate me in bed–" Gil giggled, visibly amused as she remembered their attempts. "But, even they wouldn't dare do something I haven't approved of, and I've always made it clear I'm not interested in trading saliva with anyone…" Holy shit, I just got Gil's first kiss. Not a peck, an actual French tongue wrestling!

"Don't look so smug about it, little lion. It was in the heat of the moment, don't expect it to–" I must have appeared quite excited. How could I not? I interrupted her, smooching on her lips even as Gil flinched back, my hands roaming her perfect body. "How- *Slurp*- Can I- *Smooch*- Not be excited when you admit your first kiss is mine?"

At last, I couldn't just spend the whole night kissing her, so I reluctantly let go. Gil looked sullen, but the redness creeping up her face betrayed her true emotions. "Leonis, you dare–?!" I didn't feel afraid, if anything, I was happier than I could ever be. I ran my fingers along her moist, slightly swollen lips, shutting her up in the process. "Mine." I muttered, continuing louder. "This is mine."

I stared into her eyes. "You are mine, and no one else's." I'd freely admit, not the smartest choice of words. Hell, telling her that wasn't even a smart thing to do in the first place. Still, I didn't regret staking claim on my territory. Perhaps it's the residual effects of literally killing my weaknesses, but I was feeling uncharacteristically brave. Surprisingly, Gil didn't seem fazed by my unintentional comment. She merely chuckled, said chuckles soon turned into laughter as she pushed me down on the bed. "How arrogant of you, little lion. Do you believe yourself better than my former suitors?"

She grinded on the my crotch as she spoke, causing my already rock-hard member to shoot up, trying desperately to escape the confine of my pants. "Every single one of them is– Umm~ Is richer than– Haaaa~ Than you, more influential… They were Kings and Princ- Ahhh~ Princes!" I struggled under her immense strength, Gil might not have been a great warrior, but she was born blessed with physical prowess few could ever hope to stand up to. She was a Demigoddess after all, even with [Reinforcement], I couldn't possibly resist her.

"If we are going to this– Umm~ You must belong to me, not the other way around." She finished on top of me, her cum soaking through the fabric of my pants as she threw her head back, golden locks swinging wildly in the air.

But, maybe I could use leverage against her? With [Reinforcement] activated, I smashed my hand on the bed, causing the somewhat durable piece of furniture to crash onto the floor. Then, as Gil was falling backwards due to being startled, I used [Petal Burst] to swiftly maneuver out from under her. I instantly appeared behind Gil, [Mana Manipulation] working at full force to create chains made out of pure Mana that shot forth and tied her wrists together and her ankles to her thighs, leaving Gil on her knees with legs spread wide open.

I was under no impression that this would hold her for too long, so I immediately dove in, licking and sucking on her lower-lips. Gil's attempt at escaping ceased as she felt my tongue dig into her entrance, her strength seeming to leave with each moan she released. I pressed my thumb against her anus, massaging the hole as I unzipped my pants and lined my five inches cock to her entrance. The reason for my action was simple, I was eight and couldn't possibly satisfy her with my below average equipment, but I could further stimulate her if I penetrated both entrances.

I let my tool run wild, slapping and rubbing outside her vagina in order to lube myself up. Just the stimulation from this alone was pure ecstasy, especially when my tool hit the small bud peeking out of her vulva. "Mine." I leaned forwards, tracing kisses from her neck to shoulders as she moaned helplessly under my relentless assault. Watching her supple, spotless skin that was being covered in hickeys, I grew even bolder. I bared my fangs and bit down near her neck, not hard enough to pierce her skin, but certainly enough to make her limbs tense, shattering the chains.

Thankfully, I had anticipated this. Conjuring up several actual leathers restraints on her with [Gradation Air] and repairing the ethereal Mana ones with [Mana Manipulation]. "I'm going in." I whispered, watching bemused as her reddened ear twitched cutely, tickled by my hot breaths. "I didn't wait for her reply, thrusting inside her warm, dripping entrance in one smooth motion.

Gotta admit, despite having had a countless number of suitors and lovers, hers was tighter than a nun's anus. It was beyond any, and I meant any pussy I had gotten in both lives. To compare hers with my exes' was to compare a grade A vagina with a makeshift sex toy made of rubber-glove, toilet paper core and an abysmally modest amount of lotion. Or, as the Chinese often put it, like comparing the Heaven and Earth… My left hand unconsciously reached for her swaying breast, while my right approached the small bud above her entrance.

It's moment like this that I wished I had been born with more arms. There were so many parts of her body that should be appreciated, but hearing her moans, I couldn't bear to move my hands from her chest and clitoris.

We went several rounds with her climaxing multiple times, not nearly enough to be put in the 'Mind Break' category of Hentai. Still, it was unreasonable to expect that kind of ridiculous happening. Men and women bodies weren't garden hoses. There came a time when even a woman's juice would run out if you kept at it, anything after that would only be painful for the woman in question. And after nearly three hours, and a dozen changes of position, even Gil and her inhuman physique was reaching her limit, which was good because I had been pushing my [Mesmerize] Skill to its maximum capacity too.

What? Did I think I'd have been able to fuck for two and a half hours without climaxing even once unaided by self-hypnotization? And with a woman of Gil's caliber at that? Yeah, I wasn't sure who could. That level of difficulty was on par with achieving True Magic!

Finally, I allowed the orgasm I had denied myself for two hours to wash over me. Yes, I said 'orgasm', not cum because… Well, my bullets were all blank rounds. Eight years old body, remember?

I slumped over her sweaty body, dispelling the chains and restraints with a wave of my hand. Gil let out a tired, choked gasp as she turned over. Now, call me paranoid, but I had a feeling she was trying to make an angry expression and… Failing miserably. Suddenly, I felt myself be lifted up and thrown on the broken bed. Seconds later, Gil crawled and hovered over me, face colder than a block of ice. "I see I've neglected to teach you how to respect your superior…" She climbed on me, straddling my waist. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to teach you properly today."

"Wai- Wait, I–!" Just as she was about to insert my tool, which had hardened once more under her gentle strokes, someone burst into the room. We turned towards the uninvited guest to find Rin, skin red with embarrassment and her index finger pointed tremblingly at us. "You- You two!" Rin stuttered. The door, having struck the wall next to it, was slowly closing until Rin could no longer be seen. Moments later, I heard shuffling behind the door as Rin ran off. I made to go after her, but was stopped…

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Gil pushed me down, beautiful, slender fingers settling firmly on my throat. "Lay still, mongrel. Your little girlfriend can wait–" The Golden Queen chuckled. "You are dealing with me right now."

Only then did I realize…

'Crap, I may have bitten off more than I can chew.'

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

Morning came fast after I fell asleep. In what felt like seconds to me, the chirping of birds had echoed in my ears.

I woke up to a destroyed bed, the expensive mattress looked like it had been host to a particularly angry tiger last night… 'Or two lions in heat'. I chuckled at the thought, turning to face Gil, who in spite of the noises outside, was still asleep. Her ears twitched, eyelashes fluttering as she frowned slightly, likely disturbed by my movements. My hand reached for her hair, brushing away the golden strands that had fallen near her mouth. Gil was beyond beautiful usually, her confidence and sexuality working in tandem to highlight her bombshell figure and aristocratic features.

It was rare to see the Golden Queen so… Peaceful? Relaxed, perhaps? Her expression brought me an odd sense of accomplishment that exceeded even what I had felt when we were going at it like rabbits last night. I didn't know why either. Maybe it's the fact she trusted me enough to leave herself open and completely unguarded? Or perhaps, it was simply the contrast between her usual, confident personality and her of the present. Regardless of what it might be, I found my eyes drawn to her enchanting lips once more, like a moth to an open flame.

Rationally, I knew Gil wouldn't approve of my actions. She was a Queen after all, and a Queen shouldn't carelessly reward others, lest the value of her boons and gifts be diminished in the eyes of the mass. Yep, she definitely wouldn't approve, yet I just couldn't help myself… In this situation, who could? 'It's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, might as well.'

I leaned in, claiming her lips for my own. They were as sweet as last night and the rumble that her moan made sent shivers down my spine still. Even my tool, which I thought had been wringed dry and rendered limp after our session began to be roused from its slumber. I reluctantly backed away, unwilling to continue. Firstly, she couldn't exactly consent at the moment, being asleep and all that. Secondly, kissing her was already pushing some boundaries, I wouldn't want to be caught in the process of feeling her up without her consent or approval.

That was how people earned a one-way ticket to the Afterlife.

And that's only if, if you still had a soul to enter whichever Underworld you believed in once she was done with you, because Gil undoubtedly had weapons capable of affecting the Spiritual Body and I certainly wasn't in a rush to test those out on myself. I carefully slipped out of her embrace, while collecting my scattered clothes in the process. My t-shirt was gone, there was no other way of saying it. Gil had basically torn the piece of clothing in two, then threw it near the fireplace, leaving on rags. My pants was in a somewhat better condition, but it was no longer something I could consider wearing, be it in or outdoor.

I sighed, using the rags to cover my private part and hurried to my room. Now that I wasn't distracted by the sleeping Queen Of Heroes, my mind whirled at the conversation we had after our late-night session.

Gil had used two out of three favors I owed her. For the first, she wanted me to get an actual, legitimate education at the Clock Tower and for the second, she told me to build a powerbase there. She didn't say it like that, but that basically summed up our talk nicely. I hadn't bothered to object since it wasn't like I could go against her, and I did wish to visit the Clock Tower to further my education. Yes, I had told Rin I'd wait for her, to accompany me, I hadn't forgotten that. Still, following the experience in that Illusion, I had realized I couldn't keep delaying my life.

I planned to talk to Rin this morning, to ask if she was willing to come to England or not. Hopefully, she would agree, but I wasn't counting on it, especially not after what she saw yesterday… Yeah, I wasn't looking forwards to explaining myself either. Another thing of note, Gil had practically demanded-ordered me to get Shiro to her within the day, meaning I'd have to visit Emiya Residence as soon as possible.

But, Rin and Shiro could wait.

I had to make breakfast first, before Gil began complaining about how miserable she had been, having to endure Kotomine's extra spicy-ass foods for a whole week.

I couldn't even blame her, having personally tasted his cooking myself, I could testify that his foods could likely rival the sun in sheer hotness.

Drinking his miso soup was like being forced to choke on molten lava…

Which was why I had been assigned to cook while I was in town. No idea what she had planned once I left for the Clock Tower, but by then that was no longer my business.

'I'm sure she can conjure up money and eat at restaurants anyways.' I shrugged, throwing the matter at the back of my mind, already wondering what I should make for breakfast. It was for two lovely ladies– Gil and Rin after all. The former must be starving after last night too.

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

In the end, I didn't get to see Rin before going to the Emiya Residence. The girl was awake, I could very clearly hear her shuffling about in her room, but she refused to open the door so I just left her breakfast there and asked her if we could talk once I was back. Although she didn't agree instantly, my pleadings seemed to have worked as she eventually relented, albeit reluctantly. That was good, I was afraid she wouldn't even want to talk, I supposed seeing her childhood friend rutting with the recently reborn Queen Of Heroes might have been too much for her.

Oh-well, I would deal with the issue in due time. As long as she was willing to hear me out, I was fairly certain I'd be able to resolve the situation peacefully…

Frankly, at this point Rin was no longer useful for me. I was rich enough, I had a type of Magecraft to focus on, and my psychological problems had mostly been straightened out. Her sole value now was to be my friend, and I had plenty of ways to make new ones. But, I was unwilling to let her go. Besides the fact that she was my first friend in this World, I desired her, or her future-self to be exact. I didn't want to groom her, nor was I interested in a child regardless of their maturity, but Rin Tohsaka was one of my favorite in all of Type-Moon, second only to Artoria 'Baeber' Pendragon herself.

If this was the past me, I wouldn't have taken the initiative to ensure I'd be able to woo her in the future, but I wasn't the same person I was a week prior. I had made peace with the fact that I was a scumbag, and that I desired a harem for myself. After all, to be loved and appreciated by many was a driving factor of my personality. Thinking back, the reason I had been such a pathetic, lowly bastard in the past was because I refused to follow my heart's desires. There were plenty of opportunities I let slip, simply because I feared what my family and others would think of me.

I even took all sorts of works onto myself to please them until my self-esteem, confidence and ambition were little more than a flickering spark, but even then it wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

Never again.

I was living for myself, no one else.

Anyone who would criticize me could go fuck themselves.

Unless, they were cute girls, in which case I was more than willing to do the 'fuck' for them.

I was a scumbag, a wannabe womanizing bastard. I wanted Gil, I wanted Artoria, I wanted Rin. Hell, I wanted Sakura and she didn't even make my 'Top 20 Waifus' list. Granted, Dark Sakura was Hot, with a capital H. I wanted them all for myself, and I was tired of denying the truth just to have something as ludicrous and illusory as mere peace of mind, I was beyond exhausted of pretending to be someone I was not. My so-called 'dream' to travel the Omniverse was just an excuse– A means to an end, my real goal was to woo women of different franchises and look good doing it. Everything else was merely tag-alongs.

Even the power I so desperately sought was the same. "Now that I think about it, I'm scummier than a lot of antagonists out there…" At least, I was still better than Matou Shinji. I had no plan to ever force any girl into a nonconsensual, sexual relationship with me after all. That had got to count for something, right? Right?!

I was but a few hundreds feet away from the Emiya Residence when a flash of Notifications caught my attention. My eyes glinted as I realized what it was, the implication nearly made me collapse in laughter.

[Title Gained: Aspiring Harem Entity]

After Lord, there is King. Beyond King is Emperor, and Beyond Emperor is God. You who have chosen to be the scummiest of scumbag, to collect girls like actual pokemon, has the potential to reach beyond that and become a Cosmic Entity with 'Harem' in your Title… However, this is merely your aspiration, whether you can ever realize this potential, who knows?

Rank: Harem Seeker

- You can more easily gain good first impression with Waifus and Husbandos(Named Characters).

- Your partners are less likely to fight amongst themselves and more inclined to accept your dream to have a harem.

- You and your partners will gain 0.1 to all Stats, including mental ones after every sexual encounter of you two, or three, or five,…etc. You can now get a permanent Post-Nut Clarity! Nice.

'You finally have my back, Game.' Never thought it could work like this, so all I needed was sufficient desire to create a Title? That was ridiculous, but I definitely wasn't complaining.

I dismissed the Notification, rolling up my sleeves as I knocked and called out for Kiritsugu and Shiro. I'd press the bell if there was one to press. Sadly, the Emiya Residence had been built decades ago, its more traditional architecture ensured that any attempt to modernize it would be a pain and a half to achieve. "Is anyone home?"

I knocked several more times, before finally hearing movements approaching. The one to greet me wasn't the retired Magus Killer, but Shiro herself. Her hair matted with grimes, forehead covered in sweats and she looked shades paler than I remembered her being. On her body, there was a faint scent of Mana, though the more dominant smell was that of blood and burnt flesh. Immediately, I understood what had happened. She was cannibalizing her nerves to do Magecraft.

"Goddamn it, I told you to teach her properly, Kiritsugu!" I growled, sweeping the startled girl in my arms as I entered. Technically, I didn't say it like that, but it was implied! Seriously, why bothered teaching her if you were going to half-ass it? If not for Avalon working at full capacity, Shiro would be crippled, or worse, on a t-shirt. The girl herself got over the initial surprise soon, though judging from the way she was trembling and the labored breath, the pain was clearly too much for her to handle. "Leo?"

I shushed. "Look, you are hurt so I won't scold you, but once Avalon has healed you up, we are going to have a very thorough discussion about the dangers of Magecraft and why it is a bad idea to go in with faulty information, got it?" While the fault did mainly lie with Kiritsugu, Shiro must take part of the blame as well. She should have asked him if she wasn't sure, instead of practicing Magecraft like she did. "Then, I'm gonna help you unlock your Magic Circuits."

Internally, I commented. 'What goes around, really does come around… It's no fucking wonder Rin was so pissed at me when I was reckless with my research.' Sorry, Rin-sensei.

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