Flashback of the Dark-Tainted Tyrant...
In a dimly lit room, curtains drawn. A bare interior with little more than a desk and bed, reflecting the temperament of its occupant.
In that unadorned chamber of hers…
"Haah."
The girl—Saber—lay sprawled on the bed, sighing. Without a care for how her dress rode up indecently, she kicked her legs restlessly. The gesture, so unlike her, made plain that her mind was elsewhere.
"Why…"
She muttered in turmoil, her brows drawn down in lonely arcs. Burying her face in the pillow, she hugged, she murmured again.
"Why doesn't that fool come to see me…"
All alone in the quiet room from which her housemate had vanished, she brooded. Her thoughts were filled with that boy, and nothing else. Though only a few days had passed without seeing him, he occupied Saber's heart like a craving born of withdrawal.
After their last tryst, Saber had become certain of her feelings for him, yet she could not bring herself to approach him. It wasn't that she disliked the idea; she simply couldn't bring herself to act.
As a King, Saber had once been a monarch capable of advancing without hesitation. But now, as a maiden, Artoria was timid. She had hoped that, if fortune favored her, he might seek her out of his own accord.
Yet Kazuki, utterly oblivious, had left her utterly neglected.
Now there was nothing for it but to cast aside pride, kingly dignity, and all, and bow her head to him herself.
In fact, had she waited just one more day, Kazuki would have invited her to a meal with a casual "Are you free today?" But Saber had no way of knowing that. Even if she had known, she could no longer endure even one more day of waiting.
"Haah. So I truly have no choice but to confess myself? That fool… I wonder what he's doing right now…"
She left her room, thinking to take in some outside air. Leaning against the hallway railing, she felt the humid summer breeze. Then, in the shadow of the courtyard below, she caught sight of him in question.
'Kazuki Fuwa…!'
Her heart leaped. It was the very boy she most yearned to see. He carried plastic shopping bags; she could only see his back from here, but it was unmistakably him.
'A good opportunity. Should I simply jump down and go to him…?'
With Saber's physical abilities, leaping straight to the ground would be effortless. Waiting any longer would get her nowhere. As she pondered whether to steel her resolve and go to him…
From a blind spot, a crimson-haired woman swayed into view.
'That is… the Gremory princess? Kazuki, you were meeting with that woman?'
A shadow fell over Saber's heart. The elation she'd felt at seeing him chilled in an instant. She had never met her directly, but she had heard the stories—the beautiful, devilish girl who had become intimate with him before anyone else.
Kazuki, his back to Saber, appeared to be speaking with her. Saber could not see his face, but the woman's expression was clearly visible: moist, dreamy eyes and a soft, melted look. Without a doubt, the face of a woman gazing at her beloved man.
A faint jealousy stirred within her, and at the same moment, Saber's eyes flew wide.
'She… her chest…!?'
The Gremory princess had taken Kazuki's arm and, without any hesitation, pressed his palm against her own breast.
A sorrow that threatened to make her weep welled up in Saber's heart. And with it, a chilling sense of crisis that made her legs tremble.
'Ah… I see. I was mistaken.'
Saber had taken it for granted that she and he stood as equals. She had even considered this game of meeting or not meeting a kind of courtship contest.
Which of them would break first and seek the other? True, he had far more experience with women and held the advantage, but if she made him wait, might she not have a chance? If, by good fortune, he came to her, could she not frame it as her graciously accepting his suit?
But reality was different. She and he were not equals. The scene before her was proof.
To Saber, Kazuki was her sole object of affection, but for him, it was not the same. What lay between them was not a game of courtship—it was simply a matter of whether he would claim her or not.
If Saber indulged in such pointless self-wrestling, he would simply play with other women. Kazuki had no shortage of women, even without bothering with her. Beautiful women, more physically endowed than Saber.
'What was I being so arrogant about? Did I still think myself a king? The power dynamic between Kazuki and me is not a stalemate. The only thing I can do is beg him to make me his captive woman.'
A chill like ice in her gut, she stared blankly at the figures of him and Rias Gremory. A cold sweat would not stop. Regret washed over her; she should have knelt to him sooner, right after their last meeting.
And then, when the two below pressed their lips together…
"Hah."
Kazuki's kiss was something special to her. Even though it couldn't be, she had somehow felt as though his lips were hers alone. Having that illusion shattered so decisively, the girl's pride finally crumbled into dust.
"Ha—haha, ha. Hahahahahaha…!"
Something inside Saber snapped. Laughing like a wraith, she staggered back to her room.
The next day, Artoria could bear it no longer...
Without a word, with her cheeks faintly flushed, she jumped onto Kazuki and slowly lowered her lips. Before long, unresisted, the lips of boy and girl met.
"Slurp, slurp… pah…"
"Nn…"
What began as a gentle kiss gradually grew passionate, mainly from Saber's side, as she sucked on Kazuki's lips.
"slurp, slurp, nnmuu."
A blissful kiss, her eyes half-closed in rapture. Pouting her lips, she pecked at his tongue as though trying to drain every drop of his saliva.
With Saber doing such things, there was no way his lust could hold out. The softness pressing against his waist only sent more blood rushing to Kazuki's cock.
Saber was exquisitely sensitive to the hardness now digging into her crotch. She broke the kiss with a puhah.
"Kazuki… that hard thing… it's touching me; you know…"
"Ugh… I-I'm sorry. That's, um, a reflex."
"Ah, no. I don't mind. After all, tonight… I came here with that very intention."
Staring at him from point-blank range with dewy eyes, even Kazuki grasped her meaning.
Sensing the twitch in the cock that pressed against her panties as if it knew its time had come, Saber's face flushed even deeper.
Saber dismounted and stepped down onto the floor.
"Kazuki. Would you sit there?"
"Y-Yeah."
He sat on the edge of the bed as instructed. Saber lowered his pants, exposing his fully erect member.
"Ugh… Saber-san…"
"Fufu, look how hard you are already. Though it makes me happy. In other words, you're licking your chops to devour me, aren't you…?"
An imposing, fully engorged cock. Gazing at his erection in a daze, she spoke to him.
"Right, I hadn't asked your own will yet. I must properly consult this cock."
Rubbing his cock with the elegant bridge of her nose, then her clinging cheek…
"What say you, Kazuki? Will you not make me your servant? Ah, I mean your harem? I swear to offer you this body and this heart… Whenever you wish to hold me, simply summon me, and I will spread my legs. Should you desire to steal into my bed, I shall leave the door unlocked and wait."
"Ah… g-guh…"
Saber planted a kiss on the head of his dick with her lips. Fanning the flames of his straining shaft, she pleaded for submission.
"Kazuki, let me into your harem. I'll do this kind of thing for you anytime. No, that's not right… I want to do these things for you, always… I love you, Kazuki. I love you… Please, I'm begging you… take my virginity and make me yours alone…"
"O-Of course! There's no way I could refuse something like that!!"
Kazuki had loved Saber from the start, so there was no reason to decline.
Hearing his answer, joy spread across Saber's features. Her expression melted into something soft and giddy, the kind she would never show anyone else.
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