The grand hall of the Roswaal mansion was a swirling, glittering chaos of light and sound. Enchanted lanterns drifted lazily overhead like tipsy golden bubbles, casting warm, flickering glows across long tables groaning under platters of roasted venison, honey-glazed hams, mountains of spiced pastries, and endless crystal pitchers of sweet summer wine that never seemed to run dry. The orchestra in the far corner—violins, flutes, and a harp—pumped out lively melodies that made everyone's feet tap whether they wanted to or not. Laughter echoed off the high ceilings. Glasses clinked. People danced in loose circles. It was supposed to be Subaru's victory party—another loop survived, another day they all got to keep living and breathing and teasing each other like normal.
But for Emilia and Rem, the night had already derailed into something wild, stupid, and completely unstoppable.
Emilia was leaning hard against the longest oak table, her beautiful silver hair a little tangled and messy from all the head-tossing she'd been doing. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, rosy pink—almost glowing—from her... fifth? Sixth? She'd lost count of the goblets. She swayed gently side to side, giggling at absolutely nothing, her usual elegant half-elf poise completely melted into loose, wobbly silliness. Across from her, Rem was even further gone. The blue-haired maid kept bumping her hip into the table edge every few seconds, eyes sparkling with pure drunken mischief, her cheeks bright red, one strap of her maid outfit already slipping down her shoulder without her noticing.
"R-Remmm~" Emilia hiccuped so loudly it drew a couple of curious glances from nearby guests. She slapped the table with her palm, nearly knocking over an empty pitcher. "Y'know whaaat I jus' thought of? Like... like right this second? It's geniuuuus! Super-duper geniuuus!"
Rem burst into a fit of giggles so violent she had to grab Emilia's arm with both hands just to stay upright. "Whaaaaat is it, Emilia-samaaa~? Hic! Tell meee, tell meee! I'm sooo curious now!" She leaned in way too close, almost nose-to-nose, her breath smelling like sweet wine and strawberries. "You're makin' that face again—the naughty one! Hahaha!"
Emilia grinned wide, eyes half-lidded and sparkling, and leaned in even closer, voice slurred and passionate. "Okay okay okay—listen! Subaru... he deserves the absolute best girl, right? Like... the very best one in the whole world! Hic! And how do we even know who the best girl is? It's super simple! A girl's value... her real worth... is decided by how many men want her! Yeah! The more guys who desire you and wanna sleep with you... the more valuable and desirable you are! So the one who sleeps with more guys tonight proves she's the best! That's who gets to marry Subaru forever! The loser... poof! Steps aside! Hic! Isn't that the smartest, most fair way ever? Subaru only deserves the girl who's wanted by the most men!"
Rem's eyes went huge, round as saucers. Then she clapped both hands over her mouth and exploded into another wave of drunken laughter, tears of pure glee forming in the corners of her eyes. "E-Emilia-samaaa! You're sooo naughty tonight! Like... super naughty! But... but that makes total sense! Subaru deserves the best! And we'll prove who that is by how many guys want us! Hic-hic! Loser steps aside forever? Pinky promise right now! No take-backsies!"
They hooked their little fingers together right there at the table, both of them swaying and giggling like absolute idiots. The wine had burned away every single filter, every shy hesitation, every "maybe this is a bad idea" thought they normally carried. In their fuzzy, spinning heads it sounded like the smartest, most perfect, most romantic plan in the entire world.
"Deal!" Emilia cheered, almost toppling over. "No take-backs! Whoever wins gets Subaru all to herself~ And we'll be best friends forever no matter whaaat!"
They didn't waste another single second. The game was on.
First they wobbled straight over to Julius Juukulius, who was standing near the punch fountain looking as elegant and composed as always. Emilia threw one arm around his shoulders, nearly dragging him off balance. "Juuulius~! You're sooo handsome and knightly and perfect! Wanna have some fun with us tonight? Both of us? Or just one? Pick pick pick! Hic!"
Julius raised one perfect eyebrow, his polite smile never wavering. He clearly thought the two of them were just very drunk and looking for a dance partner or some silly party game. "Ladies, I am truly flattered by the invitation. Perhaps a dance later? My heart and sword, however, belong elsewhere this evening." He bowed gracefully and slipped away before they could clarify anything.
Rem pouted dramatically, lower lip trembling. "Awww... he's no funnn at all. Just a dance? Boooring!"
Next they found Otto already face-down on a side table, snoring softly into his own sleeve. Emilia poked his cheek with one finger, then two. "Ooottooo~ Wake up sleepyhead! We wanna play with youuu~ Come on, it'll be fun! Hic!"
Otto mumbled something incoherent, didn't even lift his head. Rem shrugged, almost falling sideways. "Mmm... he's way too sleepy. Maybe later when he's less... dead. Hahaha!"
Garfiel spotted them coming from across the room and let out a huge bark of laughter. "Hah! You two look completely smashed! Nice try, but I ain't gettin' dragged into whatever crazy drunk game this is tonight! Go bother someone else, sis!" He bolted before they could even finish their slurred invitation.
Roswaal simply gave them that eerie, knowing smile from the shadows, swirled his wine, and vanished into the crowd like smoke. Felix winked, blew a playful kiss, and danced away with a group of maids. Wilhelm patted both their heads like they were adorable kittens and gently excused himself with a warm "Perhaps another time, young ladies."
By now the score was still zero-zero and the night was getting later and louder. Emilia's head was spinning like a top, but her determination only grew stronger with every goblet she finished.
Then her blurry, wine-heavy gaze finally locked onto the one person who stood out like a shining beacon of honor in the middle of all the chaos.
Reinhard van Astrea.
He was impossible to miss—tall, broad-shouldered, crimson hair catching the lantern light, golden armor gleaming softly, the Sword Saint himself standing near the balcony doors with that calm, perfect knightly posture. Every inch the ideal, untouchable hero.
Emilia grabbed Rem's wrist so hard she almost yanked her off her feet. "Him! Right now! We both ask! Whoever he picks—or if he wants both—gets the first big point! C'mon Remmm~ This is our chance!"
Rem's cheeks flushed even deeper crimson. "R-Reinhawd... he's so strong... so dreamy... so tall... Subaru won't mind, right? Hic! Let's do it! Let's ask him super nicely!"
They stumbled over together, hips swaying way more than they meant to, giggling and hiccuping the whole way like two mischievous drunks on a mission.
"Heyyy, Reinhard~!" Emilia sang out, voice thick and slurred, throwing her arms wide. "We got a super special proposition for youuu tonight! Like... really special! Hic!"
Rem pressed in close on his other side, batting her lashes dramatically. "Yeahhh... both of us wanna have lots and lots of fun with you! You can pick one of us... or maybe even both? Pretty pretty please? We'll make it the best night ever~ Hic-hic!"
Reinhard's blue eyes widened in genuine surprise. Like everyone else tonight, he assumed the two girls were just very, very drunk and looking for attention—maybe a dance, maybe some silly flirting, maybe a harmless party game. Nothing more. The Sword Saint smiled politely, voice calm and courteous as always. "Ladies... this is quite unexpected. I am truly flattered by your enthusiasm, but I must decline. My duty as a knight and my loyalty to my friends will not allow me to indulge in... whatever game this is. Perhaps a dance instead?"
Emilia stuck out her lower lip in the biggest, most exaggerated pout she could manage. "Awww c'mooon, Reinhawd! Don't be such a boring prude knight! You're missing out on the best night ever in the whole world! Hic! Just one little bit of fun?"
Rem's face suddenly crumpled. The playful, giggly mask slipped off completely in a single heartbeat. Tears welled up fast and hot, spilling down her cheeks before she could stop them. "Please... Reinhard... we really really thought you'd say yes... Hic... Why does everyone keep saying no...?"
Reinhard's divine protection stirred faintly at first—nothing alarming. Just drunk girls. Harmless. But then Rem's voice cracked, and the tears kept coming, and his blessing suddenly flared bright and sharp inside his chest. It told him the truth beneath the slurred words: this wasn't a game. Rem was hurting—deeply, desperately. She genuinely believed, in her wine-soaked, broken heart, that giving herself to him tonight might somehow fix everything with Subaru. It was twisted, drunken, painful logic... but to his protection it rang as pure, painful truth.
He tried to speak again, gentler this time. "Rem... I apologize if I've disappointed—"
She cut him off with a broken sob that actually made his chest tighten. "Subawu... Subawu doesn't see me the way you could... Hic! He always looks at Emilia more... I just wanna feel wanted. Desired. Just once. Please, Reinhard... I'll do anything... See? I'm not ugly, right? Why does everyone reject me...?"
Her trembling fingers reached up and started tugging at the laces of her maid uniform right there in the open hall. The fabric slipped off one pale shoulder, exposing soft skin and the curve of her breast. Tears streamed freely now.
The party noise was loud enough that almost no one else noticed. But Reinhard did. Every knightly instinct screamed duty. His protection screamed something far more dangerous and urgent.
He glanced once toward the crowded hall—Subaru was still laughing with Beatrice across the room—then back at the small, crying girl in front of him.
"...Come," he said quietly, voice suddenly tight and low. "Not here. Please."
He took her wrist—gentle but firm—and led her out through the balcony doors, down a long quiet corridor to his private guest quarters. The door clicked shut behind them with a soft, final sound. The room was simple and elegant: a large four-poster bed with crisp white sheets, one lantern glowing softly on the nightstand, moonlight pouring through tall windows like silver rivers.
Reinhard turned to her, heart pounding heavily in his chest like war drums. His voice was gentle but serious. "Rem... what is it you truly want from me? Tell me honestly. I brought you here because you were crying, but I need to understand."
Rem stood in the middle of the floor, dress half-undone, tears still running down her flushed cheeks. She looked up at him with those wet, desperate eyes and whispered, voice thick with wine and pain, "I... I need you to sleep with me tonight, Reinhard... Hic... If you don't... if I lose the bet to Emilia... I might... I might hurt myself. I can't lose Subaru. I can't watch her win him. Please... I'll do anything. Just... just take me. Make me feel wanted... or I don't know what I'll do to myself..."
Reinhard's face went pale. Shock hit him like a physical blow. The Sword Saint, who had faced dragons and demons without flinching, felt his stomach drop. His divine protection flared again, confirming the raw truth in her words—she wasn't lying. The desperation was real. He swallowed hard, guilt already crushing his heart, but the need to protect her overrode everything.
"...If that is truly what you need," he said quietly, voice hoarse, "then... I will not let you harm yourself. I cannot refuse you now."
Rem didn't wait. With trembling fingers she finished undoing the laces. Her maid dress slid down her body and pooled at her feet. She stood completely naked before him—small, soft, trembling, beautiful. Reinhard's breath caught. He had never seen a woman like this. The shock made his heart thunder even louder.
Rem dropped to her knees right there, her drunk coordination making her wobble. "I'll... I'll show you how serious I am... hic..." Her small hands fumbled with his belt, tugging his trousers down until his cock sprang free—thick, hard, intimidating. She stared at it for a second, eyes glassy, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
The warmth and wetness hit Reinhard like lightning. Rem's lips stretched around him, tongue swirling clumsily but eagerly. She bobbed her head, sucking with sloppy, drunken enthusiasm, cheeks hollowing. "Mmmph... ahh~..." Little moans vibrated around his length as she worked him deeper, tears still on her lashes. She pushed until the head nudged the back of her throat, gagging softly but refusing to stop. Her hands cupped his balls, stroking gently while she sucked harder, faster, the wet slurping sounds filling the quiet room.
Reinhard's hands trembled at his sides. Guilt screamed in his head, but the sight of the blue-haired maid on her knees, swallowing him so desperately, made his knees weak. "Rem... you don't have to—"
She pulled off just long enough to gasp, "I do... for Subaru... but... hic... you taste good too..." Then she dove back down, sucking with renewed hunger until he couldn't hold back. With a broken groan he came hard down her throat—thick, hot ropes of semen flooding her mouth. Rem's eyes widened but she swallowed every drop, gulping noisily, a few stray strands dripping from the corner of her lips. She licked him clean, then sat back on her heels, panting, a dazed smile on her face.
Only then did she let him lift her onto the bed.
Their mouths met in a clumsy, wine-sweet kiss. At first it was hesitant—almost tender. Then hunger and desperation took over completely. Rem moaned softly into his mouth, fingers tangling desperately in his crimson hair as she pulled him closer. Reinhard's hands shook as he lifted her easily, carrying her the last step to the bed.
He was careful—agonizingly, reverently careful—at first. When he finally pushed inside her, Rem gasped sharply, nails digging hard into his shoulders. A tiny flash of pain crossed her face, then melted away into something raw and electric and overwhelming.
"Ahh~... Reinhard..." she moaned, legs wrapping tight around his waist on pure instinct. "Y-Yes... just like that... hic... ahh~... you feel so good... so big... so warm..."
Inside her head the thought kept repeating like a desperate mantra: This is for Subaru. This is for Subaru. This is how I win him. I'm doing this for him... I'm sacrificing for him... he'll see how much I love him... he'll finally choose me...
Reinhard moved slowly, so slowly, each inch sinking deeper with painstaking care. The guilt still burned hot in his chest. He hated himself. He hated how good she felt already—tight, wet, perfect heat gripping him like nothing he had ever imagined. "Rem... forgive me... I'm so sorry..."
But Rem's body responded before her mind could. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips as he bottomed out. The fullness was shocking. Different. Better than anything her drunken imagination had prepared her for. Still, she clung to the mantra. For Subaru... for Subaru...
He began to thrust—gentle, shallow strokes at first, letting her adjust. Each slow drag of his length against her inner walls sent sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. Rem's breath hitched. Her hips twitched. The pleasure was warm and spreading, making her thoughts start to blur at the edges.
"Nnnh... ahh~... ahh~... Reinhard... it... it feels... hic... strange... but... good... I think... ahh~... but it's for Subawu... only for him..."
Reinhard's jaw clenched. The guilt was crushing him, but the sensation of her fluttering around him was pulling him under. He tried to stay controlled. Tried to hate himself more. But every time he pulled back and slid in again, her walls squeezed him tighter, wetter, hotter. "You feel... incredible... gods, Rem... I shouldn't love this... I shouldn't..."
Another thrust—deeper this time. Rem's eyes fluttered. The pleasure bloomed hotter, brighter. Her mantra started to flicker. This is for Subaru... This is for Subaru... But... but why does it feel so much better than I thought it would...? Subaru never... Subaru never touched me like this... he never made me feel... this... ahh~... ahhn~...
She tried to hold onto Subaru's face in her mind. Tried to picture him smiling at her. But every time Reinhard rolled his hips, the image blurred. The thick, heavy drag of him stretching her so perfectly made her toes curl. Her back arched without permission. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her ears—thump-thump-thump—like it wanted to burst out of her chest.
"Ahh~... ahh~... ahh~... Reinhard... s-slower... no... harder... hic... I don't know... it's making my head go blank... I'm losing focus... ahhn~... my heart is racing so fast..."
Reinhard's control was fraying fast. The guilt was still there—sharp, painful—but the pleasure was louder now. He loved how she sounded. Loved the little "ahh~ ahh~" moans that slipped out with every thrust. Loved how her small body took every inch of him. Loved the way her walls fluttered and clenched like she never wanted him to leave. He started moving faster, deeper, the bed creaking rhythmically beneath them.
Rem's head fell back against the pillow. Her thoughts were fracturing. For Subaru... for Subaru... But Reinhard is so deep... so thick... every thrust is hitting something inside me that Subaru never even reached... It feels too good... I can't think of Subaru anymore... I'm losing myself... ahh~... ahh~... ahhn~...
"Reinhard... ahh~... ahh~... Reinhard... it's... it's too good... hic! Subaru... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... but you feel better... so much better... I can't stop feeling it... ahh~... my heart... it's pounding so hard for you..."
She started meeting his thrusts now—hips lifting greedily, chasing that delicious friction. Her small breasts bounced with every stroke. Sweat beaded on her flushed skin. The pleasure flooded her brain until only Reinhard remained. Her heart thundered wildly, matching the rhythm of his hips—thump-thump-thump—each beat screaming how good this felt.
Reinhard groaned deep in his throat, guilt and ecstasy warring violently. "Rem... I'm sorry... I'm betraying him... but you're so perfect... so tight... I love this... gods help me, I love how you feel... I love those little sounds you make..."
He shifted angles, driving upward, hitting that spot inside her over and over. Rem's eyes rolled back. A long, broken moan tore from her throat—louder, needier.
"Ahh~... ahh~... ahh~... There... right there... hic! I was thinking of Subaru... I swear I was... but now... now I can't... you're too good... you're ruining me... and I love it... I love it so much... ahhn~... ahh~... ahh~... my heart... it's going to explode...!"
Her legs locked around him tighter. Nails raked down his back. The pleasure built and built—coiling, tightening, unstoppable. Rem's voice cracked into desperate, slurred cries that filled the room.
"Harder... please... make me forget him completely... make me yours... ahh~... ahh~... ahh~... Reinhard... Reinhard... I'm... I'm cumming... I'm cumming for you—!"
Her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her entire body seized, walls clamping down around him in powerful, rhythmic pulses. She screamed his name—raw, shameless, loud enough to echo—back arching so sharply she almost lifted him with her. "Ahh~—! Ahh~—! Ahhn~—!" Tears of pure overwhelming pleasure streamed down her face. Her heart pounded so violently she thought it might burst.
The feeling of her coming undone around him destroyed the last of Reinhard's resistance. Guilt shattered. Only pleasure remained. He loved it. He loved every second. With a broken groan he buried himself to the hilt and spilled deep inside her—hot, thick, endless ropes of release that flooded her completely, pulse after pulse, filling her until it overflowed.
They stayed locked together for long, trembling minutes, panting, hearts still hammering wildly against each other.
Rem finally stirred. The wine hit her even harder now. Her legs felt like jelly. She slid off the bed on shaky, trembling limbs, barely able to stand. The room spun. She had to grab the bedpost just to stay upright. "I... I have to go tell Emilia... hic... she's waiting..." she mumbled, voice thick and slurred. Cum still dripped down her inner thighs as she bent down, almost toppling over, and scooped up her maid dress. She fumbled with the laces for a full minute, giggling drunkenly at her own clumsiness, before finally tugging it on crookedly. One strap hung off her shoulder again. Her steps were wobbly and slow, thighs pressed together, each movement making her wince and moan softly.
Reinhard helped steady her, guilt written all over his face, but she waved him off with a dazed smile. "I'm... I'm okay... just super drunk... barely walking... but I gotta go... hic..."
She left the room quietly, stumbling down the long corridor like a newborn foal, one hand against the wall for balance. A warm, slick reminder between her legs made her cheeks flush all over again. Her mind was a whirlwind—guilt, pleasure, the bet, Subaru, and the terrifying new feeling that maybe... just maybe... she hadn't done it only for Subaru after all.
Back in the noisy, swirling hall, Emilia spotted her immediately and came hurrying over, almost tripping over her own feet in her drunken excitement.