Small Singularity: Women's Dorm Outdoor Hot Spring Area
The night was pitch-black like ink, stars twinkling coldly overhead. In that heavy silence, an almost completely transparent figure slipped soundlessly between the trees of the campsite like a nimble gecko.
It was Steve, clad in his Invisibility Cloak.
"Hmph. Sion. Did you really think making me work a few extra hours would make me give up? How naive! Compared to proving my resolve to Ritsuka, a little obstacle like this is nothing!"
Steve silently swore in his heart. He held his breath and cautiously peeked out from the shadows.
Ahead lay the most sacred and heavily guarded zone of the entire campsite—the women's open-air bath.
Steve insisted he wasn't spying. But the instant his gaze crossed the low bamboo fence and landed on the steaming water, his mind went completely blank.
"What the hell…"
Words felt pale and powerless.
It was truly a magnificent sight.
More than a hundred female Servants played freely in the vast hot spring pool, splashing, soaking, stretching without a shred of caution. In the swirling white mist, countless graceful figures appeared and vanished like mirages.
Some possessed mature, captivating curves—Minamoto no Raikou, Boudica. Others carried lively, elegant charm—Okita Souji, Nero. Still others, like Artoria, radiated sacred, untouchable royal dignity… even while wearing nothing but a single bath towel.
This was a visual feast. A true pool of wine and forest of flesh that could make any healthy man bleed out on the spot.
"Steve! Calm down! Your target is Ritsuka! She is the one and only Master!"
Steve desperately pinched his own thigh, forcing his gaze away from the sea of white skin to search for that familiar orange-haired figure.
But… it was too difficult. Genuinely too difficult.
Not only were there so many of them, but even the ones whose attributes happened to match his strange Fetish refused to let him look away.
"What the—Ophelia?! No… Stheno and Euryale! The latter's parameters are weird, but the former's aura as an Earth Mother Goddess is genuinely captivating…"
His gaze shifted.
"And over there… Granny Helena! She looks like a little girl, yet the kindness radiating from her… it's wonderful!"
His gaze moved again.
"That's… Illya! In her magical girl form! That innocent, childish charm… and beside her, Sitonai! That perfect blend of goddess and big-sister gentleness… Is this what heaven feels like!?"
His gaze shifted once more.
"Wait—that arrogant woman barking orders… Wu Zetian? Petite frame, absolute dominance, and that occasional coquettish attitude… I can't take it anymore!"
"There's Chacha! Usually acts like an idiot, but the grace of the Sun's Favored Concubine and those sudden maternal instincts… Ah, this is the true essence of maternal loli!"
Steve felt like a thief who had stumbled into a treasure vault. Even knowing he could steal nothing, the mere sight of these precious treasures made his heart pound and his mouth go dry.
Right as paradise nearly made him faint—or nearly gave away his position with a nosebleed—
"Senpai, shouldn't you get out soon? Staying in too long can make you dizzy."
A voice clear as spring water flowed straight into his heart.
Steve snapped back to reality.
On the far side of the pool, two figures wrapped in white bath towels rose from the water. One had the trademark short pink hair—Mash. The other…
Short orange hair damp and clinging to flushed cheeks. Fair skin glowing a seductive pink from the heat. Eyes holding a languid, moist light.
Ritsuka!
Found her!
Steve cheered inwardly. The entire world's fair was dazzling, yet to him the most special existence was this seemingly ordinary female Master who somehow radiated extraordinary charm to Servants of every gender.
He quickly composed himself, reluctantly tore his eyes from the living masterpiece, and silently followed.
Mash and Ritsuka chatted as they walked back toward the tents.
"Well then, good night, Senpai. I'll be right next door. Call me if you need anything."
"Good night, Mash."
After their farewell, Mash slipped into her own tent. Ritsuka stretched, lifted the curtain, and disappeared into her now-empty one.
"Heaven is helping me!"
Steve almost jumped for joy. Mash had returned! Sion was probably still buried in overtime work! Ritsuka's tent was now an unguarded treasure chest waiting for a hero to claim it.
He held his breath and tiptoed forward like a master of stealth. From inside came the soft rustle of changing clothes. The sound alone summoned countless indescribable images in his mind.
This was the moment!
He took a deep breath, reached up, grabbed the Invisibility Cloak, and yanked it off—preparing to burst in with the coolest pose imaginable and surprise Ritsuka.
But the instant his fingers touched the tent flap—
"…What are you doing in a place like this at such a late hour, Steve?"
A voice rang out behind him.
Childish. Soft. Carrying a youthful lilt. Yet the calm, all-seeing tone and slightly mocking half-smile sent a chill of déjà vu down his spine.
"!!!"
Steve's hair stood on end.
That voice… no way?!
He turned awkwardly. The cloak had slipped halfway off, exposing a face frozen in pure terror at being caught red-handed.
Then he saw the figure standing in the moonlight.
In that instant, Steve's pupils contracted to pinpoints. His breath stopped.
A small girl who looked no older than ten stood there. Long purple hair tied in a high ponytail. Oversized glasses perched on her face, behind which intelligent and cunning purple eyes sparkled.
It was Sion.
But this was definitely not the usual Sion in her Atlas Academy uniform. That Sion was slender yet unmistakably adult. This was literally a loli.
She wore a very cute light-purple frilled one-piece swimsuit. Soft limbs, a still-developing body full of future promise, and an expression with arms crossed that seemed to say "I'm just letting you look."
This appearance… this appearance…
"Isn't that the girl Sion from Memorial 1?!"
Steve screamed inwardly like a startled marmot.
As a time traveler, he knew this form well. It was Sion's special state that only appeared inside the Paper Moon in the future. But this was still before the 2.6 patch—why was this pattern manifesting here?!
Was this some kind of black technology Sion had specially prepared to target his Fetish?!
"What's wrong, Steve?"
The girl in front of him—Sion—pushed up her glasses and curved her lips into a mischievous smile. She stepped forward on short but surprisingly steady legs.
"Surprised to see me like this?"
"Or perhaps…"
She stopped right in front of him, tilted her head back, and stared up through her glasses with eyes that seemed even deeper than usual.
"…Compared to the girl inside the tent, am I closer to what you call a maternal loli?"
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