"Tell me…"
With the solemn authority of a ruler, Vlad III gazed down from his throne, his expression heavy and conflicted as he questioned Rhodes.
"That mirror—used by your automaton—was a Noble Phantasm, wasn't it?"
His tone carried doubt, but the certainty within his voice was undeniable.
"Indeed." Having just finished shaking down the Yggdmillennia Clan, Rhodes put on an air of smug arrogance. "Tamamo-no-Mae is my Golem—no, my Legacy Golem. Using a Heroic Spirit as the foundation and shards of the Lesser Grail as the medium, I crystallized her legend into form. Even Noble Phantasms can be materialized this way, becoming indispensable weapons in my hands."
"I see…" Vlad III fell silent, eyes narrowing as he studied Tamamo-no-Mae's body. It wasn't simple admiration of her beauty—he was analyzing her power with utmost caution.
But Rhodes's craftsmanship was too refined; even Vlad couldn't pierce through her mysteries.
"…Haa." With a long sigh, Vlad closed his eyes. Under Darnic's stunned gaze, he declared, "Very well. We'll honor Lord Rhodes's demands for compensation. Lord Gordes, do not resent us. So long as you seize glory in this Holy Grail War, Yggdmillennia will not withhold aid from House Musik."
"What magnanimous recompense. I was ready to haggle." Rhodes smirked, deliberately stoking tension between Gordes and the clan. Then, taking Tamamo-no-Mae's delicate hand, he chuckled and led her toward the hall's exit. His mocking voice rang sharp in every ear. "What a splendid show. Lord Gordes—if you're so desperate for revenge, then by all means, come chase me down."
"…" Gordes froze. His face twisted with rage, yet he made no move to fight.
He'd already lost. The moment Vlad III voiced his support for Rhodes, Gordes no longer had any standing. To press the issue further would be nothing short of suicide.
"Oh, one more thing, gentlemen." At the doorway, Rhodes turned with a playful grin. "These Legacy Golems—crafted from Heroic Spirits—are fully mass-producible."
"—So long as the Heroic Spirit consents, I could raise tens of thousands of them. An army of legends." He strode out with unhurried steps. RyuZU swung the gilded doors shut with a crash.
BANG!
As Rhodes's footsteps faded, a strange silence settled over the chamber.
Master and Servant alike exchanged uneasy glances. Behind Vlad, Yggdmillennia's patriarch Darnic clenched his fists so hard his nails pierced flesh, blood dripping unnoticed onto the floor.
There was no denying it—the weight of Rhodes's words had struck every soul present like a thunderclap.
That technology could elevate Yggdmillennia to rival the Mage's Association—or see them hunted down and obliterated by every magus on earth.
Because that power meant revolution. It meant the future itself.
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Late that night, inside Rhodes's workshop.
"Ha… ha… haaah…"
Breathless, ragged moans echoed in the dim room—Tamamo-no-Mae's voice, unmistakable.
"Tamamo? What's wrong?"
Rhodes frowned, turning. She stood there, cheeks flushed crimson, her body radiating heat like steam ready to burst. Something was clearly very wrong.
"Master… Master…"
She ignored his call, only repeating his title again and again.
"I'm here, Tamamo. What happened?"
Alarmed, Rhodes rushed forward and seized her hand. Instantly, burning heat seared his palm.
"…Forgive me, Master. I can't hold it back anymore…"
In a flash, she slipped from his grasp and wrapped her arms tightly around him from behind.
Moist breath washed over his neck, fabric rasped against fabric—then her fangs sank into his throat.
"Tamamo…"
Completely ignoring the pain in his neck, Rhodes spoke in a gentle voice, even as Tamamo-no-Mae's teeth were sunk into his throat, warm blood welling up and trickling down his body.
Rhodes reached out and softly stroked Tamamo-no-Mae's head. Her body, pressed against his back, trembled slightly, but she didn't resist his touch.
Her faint pink hair rustled and swayed, and as always, her fragrance tickled his nostrils.
"Master…"
The next moment, Tamamo-no-Mae slowly loosened her bite, freeing Rhodes from the pain. He could feel her feverish body relax a little.
Lick… "Mmm… Chu… Smooch…"
As soon as she let go, her tongue crawled over the wound on Rhodes' neck, licking it carefully, stroke by stroke.
The oozing blood was meticulously licked clean by the warm tongue, her tender movements seeming like an apology.
Meticulous and gentle… it was the usual Tamamo.
"Master… I couldn't hold back. And I didn't want to."
Along with a bewitching, delicate pant, Tamamo-no-Mae's exquisite face appeared before Rhodes' eyes, still as beautiful as ever.
However, this time, Tamamo wore a lewd smile as she rubbed against Rhodes' body, her slender fingers slipping in through the collar of his shirt.
Instantly, a current named pleasure raced across his skin, damp with cold sweat, making Rhodes ignore all other sensations. His body gradually grew hot, every caress bringing a sweet, stimulating sensation.
"Do Servants have a mating season too?"
His breathing growing heavy and feverish, feeling the pleasure coursing through his body, Rhodes hugged Tamamo's delicate form with a wry smile.
"This is all your fault, Master."
Tamamo-no-Mae giggled coyly, then roughly pushed Rhodes down onto his usual workbench. Straddling him in one swift motion, she sat atop him.
She couldn't hold back any longer. The desires craving in her heart had long shattered reason. As if reverting to her bestial nature, she held Rhodes tightly, as if trying to melt him into her own body, breathing heavily.
Rhodes' clothes had already been torn to shreds by Tamamo. Her sharp claws sliced through them without a second's resistance, leaving only tatters scattered around.
Her delicate hand glided over his cock, instantly transforming it into an unwavering, towering pillar.
After a glance full of infatuation, Tamamo-no-Mae revealed her already drenched, slick entrance, positioned herself, and sank down. The sticky, slippery passage smoothly swallowed his length.
Satisfied, Tamamo threw her head back and let out a high moan. Then, while enjoying the friction inside her, she began frantically swaying her slender waist.
Her eyes narrowed in intoxication, Tamamo focused on grinding her hips, feeling the cock stimulating every inch of her narrow, tight passage.
"Ah"
Rhodes let out a comfortable groan. With every movement Tamamo made, intense waves of pleasure shot through his cock every second.
"As my Servant, you dare ride on top of me? This calls for some proper discipline, you know."
"Hehe, if Master still has any strength left after I'm satisfied, then what does it matter if I get disciplined?"
Tamamo's cheeks were flushed, but the gyrations of her hips showed no sign of slowing.
"Master, move too! Put some strength into it~!"
Tamamo moaned, but beneath her, Rhodes was inwardly lamenting.
Not from pain, but from excessive pleasure. The sensations were too intense. If this continued, he'd likely be the first to break.
For a man, being less capable than a woman was utterly shameful. Even Rhodes was not exempt from that.
But despite his thoughts, as Tamamo's sweet pants whispered past his ears, Rhodes found himself instinctively thrusting his hips up and down.
"Yes! Just like that!"
Tamamo screamed wildly, her movements growing even more frantic. Even Rhodes felt a sense of, 'Just sink into this, be conquered.'
Along with the wet, squelching sounds, lewd nectar continuously flowed from where they were joined.
"Haah… Haah…"
Rhodes gasped for air, as if trying to use it to fortify his nearly crumbling defenses.
"Don't underestimate me!"
With a roar, Rhodes tightly wrapped his legs around Tamamo, starting to match her wild dance, thrusting upwards from below.
"Nyaah!!!!"
Feeling the tip of his cock forcefully crash against the soft flesh at the end of her passage, Tamamo simultaneously let out a high, delicate cry.
"I may not be much, but I'm still a man!"
Saying this, Rhodes thrust his hips while pressing his lower abdomen tightly against their joining point. His hand slid up her thigh, toying with the pearl at her entrance.
"I can't just admit defeat so easily!"
While his fingers teased her pearl, Rhodes accelerated the movements of his hips, the repetitive motion of his spear battering the gate endlessly.
Hearing the continuous wet sounds from below, Tamamo's expression grew flushed. She gasped for air as if suffocating.
Seeing this, Rhodes chuckled lightly and instantly quickened his thrusts.
"Ah, ahhh!!~~ Aah!"
Unable to form words, Tamamo cried out loudly, her arms tightly clutching Rhodes' body.
Before Rhodes could speak, a sharp pain shot across his back—the feeling of Tamamo's nails digging into his flesh.
"This just makes it more fun!"
Rhodes showed a wild grin. This level of pain, compared to the pleasure of coupling with Tamamo, was nothing but a stimulant.
As his movements sped up, the contractions of the walls within Tamamo's passage grew stronger.
As if sensing she couldn't hold on much longer either, Tamamo frantically writhed her hips, wanting to drag Rhodes down into the abyss of pleasure with her before she succumbed.
After several dozen thrusts, a tingling, numbing sensation shot up his spine directly to his brain. A sense of fulfillment spread through both their minds.
Rhodes held Tamamo tightly, squeezing her ample breasts into a flattened shape. With all his strength, he thoroughly poured his thick, white essence deep into her.
Simultaneously, Tamamo's body sharply arched like a shrimp, springing up as she let out a climaxing moan.
As the bullets of semen repeatedly shot against the 'target,' Tamamo's body convulsed. Then, white, frothy bubbles formed where they were joined.
"Master, this humble wife acknowledges you as a true man."
Completely satisfied, Tamamo lay in Rhodes' arms, her jade-like arms looped around his neck as she giggled.
"You think it ends here?"
Rhodes lightly snorted twice.
"Don't men need some time after doing it once? Does Master have another move?"
Tamamo showed a puzzled expression, but her limp body remained motionless atop Rhodes.
"Of course! Because I'm no ordinary man!"
Laughing loudly, Rhodes reversed their positions, picking Tamamo up and placing her back on the table, making her support herself on her hands.
"Wah—!"
Before the flipped-over Tamamo could understand what was happening, his erect cock once again breached her defenses.
"How can this be…"
Tamamo resisted the pleasure; the sensations after climax were even more intense.
"So I told you, don't underestimate your Master!"
As he spoke, Rhodes plunged his entire length inside, making Tamamo's body arch backward. Her large breasts, swaying with unknown strength, bounced up and down.
When Rhodes thrust fiercely, Tamamo's eyes widened instantly, a dazed emotion appearing in her gaze.
"S-so rough…"
"So this is what I call disciplinary revenge."
Keeping himself fully sheathed, Rhodes pressed his hips forward, pinning Tamamo's body against the table, leaving her only her elbows and forearms to support herself.
"Let me see it, Tamamo. Your slutty side."
Rhodes whispered into Tamamo's ear as he pushed his cock against her cervix.
"Yes, if it's Master… Mmm… Your cock, thrusting in and out of me, squish squish… Ah—!"
Tamamo spoke deliriously, lost in ecstasy, while subconsciously moving her hips.
"So beautiful. I love you, Tamamo."
Rhodes said, licking the tip of her tail.
"I… I also… love Master… love you the most…"
Whether she was lucid or not, a dreamily intoxicated, blissful expression suddenly bloomed on Tamamo's face.
"Mmm, you're mine. Forever."
Rhodes inhaled infatuatedly, gently nibbling her furry ear as he whispered.
"I am Master's. So… please spoil me more. Have sex with me."
Tamamo's body trembled as she replied as if by natural reflex. Now, she was fully supported by the table on her upper body, her knees seemingly weak and dangling as if they might give way at any moment.
"Good, good! Then I'll give it to you. The best gift."
Saying this, Rhodes began a high-speed piston motion. After a hundred or so thrusts, his body shuddered violently. Semen gushed from the tip of his cock, flooding her honeyed passage, dripping down her thighs, flowing over her captivating, perky buttocks onto the floor.
"There. Now it's the most beautiful gift."
Rhodes laughed, squeezing the last drop of semen from his glans and smearing it on the last untainted spot on Tamamo's rear.
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Morning sunlight bathed Yggdmillennia's castle in golden warmth.
But the clan itself was on lockdown. After Rhodes's revelation, Darnic had ordered surveillance magecraft placed on every Master and Servant present, terrified that news of the Legacy Golem technology might leak.
If the outside world learned of it, the Clock Tower aristocrats would abandon their dignity and descend on Trifas like starving hounds, tearing Yggdmillennia apart.
Walking the corridors, Rhodes was accompanied by Tamamo-no-Mae—and one other. Chiron, the sagely centaur, had been tailing them. For thirty minutes Tamamo had glared daggers at him, her temper simmering.
Finally, Rhodes snapped.
"Hey! Stop following me. This is surveillance, isn't it?"
"Of course not." Chiron smiled with gentlemanly calm. "Darnic stated that once the Holy Grail War ends, he intends to step down as head of Yggdmillennia and install you as leader. I'm merely here to protect you."
"Oh? Is that so?" Rhodes sneered. "As if my ambitions could be contained by a mere Yggdmillennia branch family."
"Whether you can elevate the clan further is yours to decide. As for me, I'm just a Servant playing bodyguard." Chiron chuckled wryly. "Besides, Darnic also wants to prevent anyone from… stealing you."
"Stealing me?" Rhodes frowned. His gut twisted with unease. "What the hell do you mean?"
"It's Sir Astolfo." Chiron's voice remained kind. "One of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins. He desires a body to act freely in the modern world, and he's plotting to kidnap you for it."
"Of course, there's no need to worry. His sixteen previous attempts were foiled thanks to myself and his Master working together. Still, he's sworn he won't relent until you agree to help him."
"…" Rhodes's face paled.
You don't mess with a trap. At last, he grasped the true meaning of that phrase. Unlike others, he wouldn't be able to face Astolfo and keep his "sword" standing firm…
"…Fine." He stopped at a doorway, sighing heavily. "Tell Astolfo this—if he brings me fragments of the Lesser Grail, then I'll consider making him a body to act in this world. But after that, he's to leave me the hell alone!"
"Traps are too damn fuckable!"
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Author's Note: Happy now? Yes the title was not fucking clickbait!!!
And I see pretty much no powerstones or even reviews, I wonder if i should....