Chapter 213: Ideal Type.
[You are pulled into the tent by Artoria.]
[Due to limited funds, the two of you only bought two small camping tents, which fit Anna's build perfectly.]
[But with Artoria's full and tall figure, the place becomes a bit cramped.]
[You are forcefully pulled into the tent by Artoria...]
"..."
Holding the other's hand, Artoria could barely wait as she pulled Eikou into the small tent.
Eikou's heart, in that very moment, pounded as if it were about to burst out of his chest.
He could smell the gentle scent on the full-figured Knight King, hear her soft and warm breathing, and feel the heart-trembling warmth whenever he accidentally brushed against her skin.
He nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling a bit uneasy about what might happen next.
"Artoria..."
"Don't be nervous, Eikou, I won't do anything bad to you."
Artoria gently smiled. "I only feel that you seem very tired, so let me — as your Servant — serve you. Tonight, let me ease your fatigue. I did use a slightly forceful method, I hope you don't mind?"
"No, not at all, but that thing you call serving… what exactly is...?"
Even though she spoke with a very solemn tone, that honey-sweet voice, those soft-as-water eyes, and that full, ripe body that looked ready to overflow — all of it made Eikou subconsciously think in an indecent direction.
"Please rest your head on my lap and sleep for a bit, so that I can serve you."
Artoria said with a smile.
"..."
"What's wrong, do you not like it?"
"No… it's fine too..."
Eikou felt a little disappointed, but also let out a quiet sigh of relief right after. Thankfully, Artoria was still a pure and dignified girl, not wild enough to drag him into the tent for a PvP.
Instead, it was just a gentle, subtle metaphor.
"Then lie here..."
Artoria kneeled down, lightly patting her full thighs with their soft curves, gently signaling for him to lie down.
"Alright, okay..."
Eikou always felt that something about this wasn't quite right, but he couldn't bring himself to refuse, so he obediently lay his head onto her lap.
As expected of the King of Knights seasoned in countless battles — just by resting on those full and captivating thighs, he could feel their clear elasticity and gentle warmth. This sensation alone was enough to make Eikou a little dazed.
Artoria removed her gloves and used her warm palms to gently stroke his hair.
"How is it, Eikou..."
The full-figured Knight King slightly parted her soft lips, exhaling a sweet breath, asking with slight anxiety:
"Is it comfortable lying on my lap? This is the first time I've ever let someone rest their head on my lap. How does it feel?"
"Thank you..."
Eikou's face was already beet-red, and his throat felt dry.
The reason was very simple: the moment he lay down, he realized his entire field of vision was completely blocked by Artoria's proud chest — he couldn't see anything else.
He suddenly remembered a scene from Frieren, that feeling of not being able to see the sky when resting your head on someone's lap.
To be treated so gently by such an alluring older sister… it was truly easy for one to be swept away into an emotional whirlpool.
"I have a question."
Artoria suddenly whispered, "What is Eikou's ideal type?"
Why is she suddenly asking this? What does she want to do...?
Eikou thought in confusion.
"It's just that my instinct tells me… it seems you don't actually hate me, and that there's a deeper reason… What kind of feelings do you have for me?"
"This matter is..."
He swallowed hard, suddenly not knowing how he should answer.
If he lied or denied it, she would very likely see through it with her instinct.
But if he stayed silent, the awkward situation from earlier would repeat again — Artoria feeling abandoned.
What would be the best answer here?
But before he could think of a suitable reply, Artoria spoke first: "Could it be… that you prefer more mature women older than yourself?"
Eikou jolted, and in the end his face turned completely red as he nodded: "Uh… yeah… that's right..."
"So that's how it is."
Artoria nodded as if she had understood, placing one hand over her chest — enough that anyone would understand what she meant without her saying it.
It seemed she intended to ask more, like what exactly he liked about them, but apparently that was no longer necessary.
And to Artoria, Eikou's flustered reaction was already the clearest answer.
"So that's how it is..."
Artoria suddenly smiled gently, her beautiful face becoming especially radiant — just one glance or smile from her seemed enough to mesmerize anyone.
"In that case, this is my fault. I misunderstood my Master's feelings and made my own assumptions about you."
As she spoke gently like that, she set him down on the ground.
Immediately after, Artoria revealed the allure of a mature woman, softly loosening his belt, then shyly pulling down the neckline of her own clothing.
"Can you accept my apology? I want our relationship to become a bit better..."
"W–wait, wait..."
But Artoria had absolutely no intention of letting him wait.
In the warm orange firelight, her beautiful and noble face was flushed red, her eyes shimmering with a soft, trembling light — she looked more irresistible than ever.
Eikou suddenly realized that throughout their journey together, it wasn't just him who had been suppressing himself — she had been doing the same.
But once this dignified and elegant King realized his affection, she no longer intended to endure it, and instead approached him proactively as a woman.
She took a deep breath, as if gathering all her courage, then pressed her full and captivating body against him.
"Since you care about my chest that much… then let me use it to soothe your heart a little... um, is it like this? I'll hold it steady for you."
"!"
The sensation... spread across him in waves of numbness!
[Several times, you wanted to stop, not wanting to create this kind of strange relationship with Morgan's younger sister, but Artoria refused your request.]
[Her reason was: she wants to build a good relationship with you seriously, and doesn't want you to be distracted by her body. Therefore, before you adapt, she won't stop. This is a consideration for future tactics.]
[These women truly are a bit starved for affection. Even the originally pure Artoria — once she gets the chance — treats you without holding back at all...]
[Because it felt too good, you even broke the previous record you had with Scathach.]
[Since Anna was in the tent next door, Artoria didn't dare make too much noise. After all, both of you were somewhat shy and reserved. Thanks to that, you barely managed to keep the purity you wanted to save for Morgan — that was your final hamon as a Pure-Love Warrior.]
[But if the two of you get another chance to be alone next time... you likely won't be so lucky anymore...]
From inside the tent, the muffled sound of their conversation leaked out.
"Wait, Artoria..."
"Eikou, I… I like you. Can you kiss me..."
"Don't confess to me while doing that… that's weird... No, no, I already have Morgan... We should stop here..."
"That clingy witch who won't let go of you? Unfortunately, I absolutely don't intend to give you up to a woman like her. How could someone as good as you be with her? Obviously I'm the one who suits you. I'll make you forget that woman right away, here... how is it, feels better now, right?"
"Mn~..."
He felt the full-bosomed Knight King using even more strength.
This Artoria… does she really want to steal him away from Morgan that badly?
...
Inside the other tent.
Even though Eikou tried his best to lower his voice, the cheap tent let every sound leak out — only they thought no one could hear.
Anna lay inside her blanket, face completely red, listening to the bits of conversation leaking over, unable to calm down enough to sleep.
"So… Master likes mature older sisters, huh?"
she whispered.
"In that case… um…"