The final, stubborn remnants of Zouken's dark magic dissolved completely into nothingness beneath my glowing hands. The pale blue and golden lights slowly faded from the living room, leaving behind only the quiet, peaceful rhythm of Sakura's deep breathing. Her skin was warm, the horrific purple veins entirely gone.
I let out a long, exhausted sigh of relief, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. I gently shifted her off my lap, resting her head carefully on a soft throw pillow at the end of the couch and pulling a blanket over her small shoulders.
I looked up, gesturing toward the armchair. "Alright, Kariya. You're up next. Come here and let me—"
Plop.
Before Kariya could even begin to stand up, a sudden, surprisingly soft weight dropped directly onto my lap.
I blinked, looking down. Berserker had completely bypassed her Master, casually straddling my lap and plopping her soft, tracksuit-clad butt right on my thighs. She stared up at me through her round glasses, her expression completely lethargic but undeniably expectant.
"Treats," MHXA demanded softly, poking my chest with her index finger. "You said 'in a bit'. It has been a bit."
I sighed, holding my hands awkwardly in the air to avoid touching her inappropriately. "Berserker, I meant I'd give you a mountain of them after I heal your Master. He's literally dying in that chair. Have some patience."
"But I want them now," she pouted. To emphasize her point, she shifted her weight, wiggling her hips slightly in protest.
My breath hitched. In her lazy, entirely innocent attempt to throw a tantrum, her soft rear accidentally ground directly against my groin. A sudden, dangerous spike of heat shot through my system. 'Whoa, okay, abort, abort!' my brain screamed.
I didn't even bother with a fancy transmutation sequence. I just slammed my hand into my system inventory and instantly materialized a massive, premium chocolate bar, practically shoving it into her hands to stop her from moving.
MHXA's eyes lit up. She happily tore the wrapper open with her teeth, completely ignoring personal space as she stayed comfortably seated on my lap to munch on the chocolate.
I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm my suddenly racing heart, when I felt a terrifying, icy glare boring a hole into the side of my head.
I glanced over toward the window. Okita was gripping the hilt of her katana so tightly her knuckles were completely white. Her gaze was locked onto Berserker with an intense, burning jealousy. The Shinsengumi captain looked like she was half a second away from declaring a blood feud over my lap space.
A sudden, slightly devious thought crossed my mind.
'Wait a second,' I realized, analyzing Okita's intense reaction. 'If I casually indulge another Servant like this, maybe it'll actually force Okita to behave and dial back her constant, hyper-aggressive demands. A little tactical jealousy to keep my vanguard in check.'
I looked past Okita to Kariya. The haggard man wasn't even paying attention to his ultimate, legendary Heroic Spirit sitting on an enemy Master's lap. His good eye was fixed entirely on Sakura's peacefully sleeping face, a look of overwhelming, absolute relief washing over him.
'I'm actively committing Servant NTR right in front him,' I thought, a bead of sweat rolling down the back of my neck, 'and he literally couldn't care less as long as the kid is safe.'
I decided to push the envelope, just to see exactly how much multiversal chaos I could cause with Okita watching. I looked down at the lethargic Sith Lord happily eating her chocolate on my lap.
"Hey, Berserker," I asked casually, keeping my voice completely calm. "Do you want to do a mana transfer instead?"
"I will do it!" Okita instantly shouted, taking a massive step forward, her hand flying off her katana to point frantically at her own chest.
"Master, I am fully recovered! If anyone is performing a mana transfer with you, it should be your vanguard! I practically begged you for one earlier!"
MHXA paused mid-chew, tilting her head lazily. A tiny smudge of chocolate rested on her cheek. "Mana transfer...?" she mumbled, her eyes blinking slowly behind her round glasses. "Is that a new seasonal flavor?"
I leaned forward, bringing my lips right next to her ear. "It's a special ritual," I whispered, making sure my tone sounded low and entirely suggestive to the samurai fuming a few feet away. "It's where we go into the bedroom, and I give you lots and lots of enjoyment. As much as you can possibly take."
MHXA's eyes instantly went wide, practically transforming into glittering stars. To her, "enjoyment" equated directly to an endless supply of high-tier galactic-level sugar.
She nodded vigorously, grabbing my collar. "I want it. Give me all of it. Now."
"Alright then," I said smoothly. I stood up, shifting the lethargic Sith Lord so I was carrying her in my arms like a princess. I looked over at Okita, who looked like she was actively having a stroke. "Saber, wait out here and keep an eye on Kariya and the girl. I need to go... replenish Berserker's reserves."
"M-Master?!" Okita squeaked, her face completely, entirely red.
I didn't give her a chance to argue. I carried MHXA down the short hallway, stepped into my bedroom, and shut the door firmly behind us with a loud click.
———
[Okita Sōji POV]
I stood completely frozen in the middle of the living room, staring at the closed bedroom door.
My mind was completely short-circuiting. My Master—my kind, miraculous, incredibly handsome Master who had cured my incurable illness—had just carried an enemy Servant into his bedroom. He had promised me a date! He had told me he would think about it if I killed Zouken! I did the job perfectly!
'Calm down, Okita,' I thought frantically, pacing a tight circle into the floorboards. 'He's a tactical genius. This is just an interrogation. Or... or a diplomatic negotiation! Yes! He's just securing an alliance! He wouldn't actually—'
"Mmmh... ah... wait, that's too big..."
My entire body stiffened as a soft, incredibly cute moan filtered through the thin apartment walls.
"So sweet... ahn... Master, it's so good... give me more..."
My jaw hit the floor. My face instantly ignited with the heat of a thousand blazing suns. The sheer, unrestrained bliss in Berserker's voice was absolutely undeniable.
"Slow down... mmm... my mouth is full..."
'He's actually doing it!' my inner voice shrieked in absolute, devastated panic. 'He's doing the mana transfer! Without me!'
I gripped the hilt of my katana so tightly my hands began to violently shake. The sounds of satisfied, sugar-induced whimpers and soft moans kept echoing from the bedroom. My imagination instantly filled with incredibly vivid, highly inappropriate images of exactly what that lethargic, tracksuit-wearing thief was doing with my lord.
"Traitor..." I hissed under my breath, my eyes welling up with tears of sheer, burning jealousy.
I crouched down, aggressively biting down on my thumbnail as I stared daggers at the bedroom door. I was the legendary captain of the Shinsengumi's First Unit, a hardened killer, but right now, I was absolutely, entirely losing my mind. I was barely holding it together, fighting with every ounce of my samurai willpower to not completely abandon my post, kick that door straight off its hinges, and demand my rightful turn.
I stood in the hallway, my face practically steaming. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to burst through that door, but the sounds filtering through the wood kept me pinned in a state of absolute, mortified shock.
"Mmmh... ah... wait, that's too big..."
My heart did a painful somersault.
"So sweet... ahn... Master, it's so good... give me more..."
"That's it!" I hissed, my samurai discipline finally snapping like a dry twig. I didn't care about tactical patience anymore. I grabbed the handle and threw the door open with a violent bang. "Master, I demand an explanation—!"
I froze.
———
[(MC) Kenji Sato POV]
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and honestly, the scene looked exactly as incriminating as I'd hoped. MHXA was sitting on my lap, her face a bright, sugary red as she greedily took a massive bite out of a thick, chocolate-covered banana I was holding.
"Ah... mmmf..." she mumbled around the fruit, her eyes half-closed in pure, sugar-induced bliss.
I looked up at Okita, who was standing in the doorway looking like her world was ending. I couldn't help it; the urge to keep the bit going was too strong. I clapped my hands together—*CRACK*—and blue alchemical sparks danced between my palms. I pressed them against the bedsheets, transmuting the ambient moisture and carbon into a handful of gourmet truffles.
"Here, have some of these too," I said, forcing a few more sweets into MHXA's mouth. She took them happily, though she let out a muffled, high-pitched whimper as she struggled to chew everything at once.
Okay, this was fun, I thought, a smug grin tugging at my lips as I watched Okita's brain melt. Teasing her with the out-of-context moans was a masterpiece. But I should probably stop now. She looks like she's about to either cry or commit seppuku in my doorway.
But I had miscalculated. Okita didn't back down. Instead, the absolute, burning jealousy in her eyes shifted into something far more dangerous. Her blush didn't fade—it intensified, and her gaze went sharp, locking onto me with the predatory focus of a Shinsengumi captain who had finally cornered her mark.
She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft thud.
"Berserker," Okita said, her voice dropping into a low, terrifyingly calm command. "Take the basket. Take your Master and the girl. Go for a walk. Do not come back for at least an hour."
MHXA blinked, her mouth still full of chocolate. She looked at the mountain of sweets I'd just created through Alchemy, then at the way Okita was looking at me.
"Understood," she mumbled, hopping off my lap with the basket. "The sugar-to-tension ratio is reaching critical levels. Retreat is the only logical option."
She slipped out the door. The lock clicked into place.
I barely had time to blink before Okita was on the bed, straddling my lap where the Sith Lord had just been. She leaned in, her body heat radiating against mine.
I let out a sharp, choked gasp as she dragged her tongue in a slow, wet line up the side of my neck. The sensation was a sudden, white-hot jolt to my system. Before I could even find my voice, she pressed her lips against the sensitive spot right beneath my jaw.
Chu. Mmm...
She let out a soft, satisfied hum against my skin, her breath hitching as she marked her territory.
"Master," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of affection and absolute, unyielding resolve. "You had your fun. Now... I believe it's time for the real mana transfer."
She leaned back just an inch, her forehead resting against mine, her eyes burning with a heat that had nothing to do with fever.
"And I'm not taking a 'no' this time."
The click of the lock sounded, and Okita didn't give me a single fraction of a second to speak or formulate an excuse. She lunged forward, her lips crashing directly against mine with a starving, desperate intensity.
She practically never removed her mouth, sealing us together in a deep, continuous kiss. Every time I tried to gasp for air, her tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me with a feverish heat while her hands forcefully pinned my shoulders to the mattress.
Slurp.
She dragged her wet tongue quickly against the corner of my mouth and down my jawline, marking the skin before immediately capturing my lips all over again. Her hands moved with blinding, warrior-like speed, tearing at the ties of her own clothes without ever breaking our connection.
Chu.
A wet smack echoed in the quiet room as she broke the kiss for barely half a second—just long enough to pull her haori and kimono completely off her shoulders and toss them to the floor.
Before I could even register the sight of her bare skin, her mouth was perfectly sealed against mine once more.
She shifted her weight with fluid grace, straddling my hips and pinning my legs entirely beneath her.
Her hands reached down between us, steady and completely resolved, as she grabbed my heat and perfectly aligned me toward her wet entrance.
[18+ part now...you horn dogs!]
Okita didn't waste a single moment on a slow transition. As soon as she aligned herself, she sank down with a sharp, determined exhale, taking me in completely in one smooth, practiced motion.
Squish.
She didn't wait for me to adjust. Her hands slammed into my shoulders, pinning me against the headboard as she immediately kicked her hips into a frantic, high-speed rhythm.
Squelch.
It was an all-out assault. The legendary captain of the Shinsengumi moved with the same relentless intensity she brought to the battlefield, her body a blur of friction and heat.
Plap.
The sound of her hitting against me was a steady, rhythmic slap that echoed through the small bedroom. I gasped, my head falling back against the pillow as the sheer velocity of her movements sent waves of white-hot pleasure through my entire system.
Squelch. Plap.
She was moving so fast I could barely keep my eyes focused. Her face was flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, her lips parted as she took in ragged, desperate gulps of air. Every thrust felt like a surge of raw mana being forcibly exchanged between us.
Slap.
"Master... ah... more... give me... everything!" she choked out, her fingers digging into my shoulders with enough strength to leave bruises.
Plap. Squelch.
The friction was incredible, but as she leaned back, arching her spine to drive even deeper, she finally hit the perfect, sensitive spot I had been looking for. My vision sparked as a jolt of pure electricity shot straight to my brain.
Squish. Plap.
I bucked up into her, matching her frantic pace as we both lost ourselves in the heat. The room was filled with the heavy, wet sounds of the deed, each one punctuating the absolute, unyielding intensity of her charge.
Squelch. Slap. Plap.
The high-speed rhythm of Okita's charge was relentless, but even with her frantic efforts, it wasn't hitting the deep, core connection I needed to stabilize our mana bond. Every time she surged upward, the friction was white-hot, but it felt superficial—like a blade that was fast but lacked the weight of a true killing blow.
"Wait," I grunted, my voice thick with heat and the sudden, overwhelming urge to take control.
I didn't give her a chance to protest. I grabbed her by the waist, my fingers digging into her soft skin with a firm, dominant grip.
In one explosive motion, I surged upward, catching the Shinsengumi captain completely off guard as I flipped her onto her back.
The bed frame groaned as I pinned her slender frame against the mattress. Okita let out a sharp, surprised gasp, her hair fanning out like a dark halo across the pillows. I didn't waste a single second of the momentum. I hooked my arms under her knees, pulling her hips flush against mine and driving back in with an authoritative, heavy depth that finally hit the mark.
Squish.
Squelch.
The alignment was perfect. I felt her entire body arch off the sheets, her eyes blowing wide as the impact resonated through her very core. I immediately picked up the pace, my movements turning into a steady, rhythmic assault that left no room for breath.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Squelch.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of our bodies meeting echoed sharply in the small bedroom. Okita's head tossed from side to side, her hands reaching up to claw at my shoulders. She couldn't find the words to complain anymore—instead, she surged upward, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck and pulling my face down to hers.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
Slap. Slap.
She kissed me with a starving intensity, her tongue tangling with mine as I led the charge. Every time I drove deeper, she met me with equal force, her legs locking around my waist to ensure there was no gap between us. The friction generated a heat that felt like it was going to set the room on fire.
Squelch. Squelch.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
I didn't hold back. I pushed the pace to its absolute limit, the "mana transfer" turning into a high-speed sprint. I could feel the energy between us reaching a critical mass, a blinding surge of golden and pale blue light flickering at the edges of my vision as our circuits fully synchronized.
Slap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
Squish.
Okita's eyes rolled back, her muffled cries of pleasure swallowed by our kiss as I hammered into her. The friction was reaching a breaking point. My vision sparked white as the mana flooded through our bond in a final, violent surge. I felt her internal walls tighten convulsively around me as her own threshold broke, her body trembling with the force of the release.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
With one final, powerful thrust, I let go, the mana transfer completing in a blinding, overwhelming rush that left both of us completely spent.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of our ragged, synchronized breathing and the faint smell of ozone and cherry blossoms. I slowly collapsed against her, my forehead resting on her shoulder as the adrenaline finally began to ebb away.
"You good?" I whispered, my voice sounding like gravel.
Okita lay there for a moment, her chest heaving, a dazed and utterly satisfied expression on her flushed face. She slowly untangled one hand from my hair, bringing it down to trace a lazy, possessive line across my back.
She looked up at me, her eyes clouded with lingering heat and a devious, unyielding affection that told me my "teasing" days were far from over.
"One more... won't hurt," she murmured, her lips curving into a tired but triumphant smirk. "Right, Master?"