Adam looked into Medusa's pleading violet eyes and pressed his lips together, fighting back a sigh. He couldn't give in. He still had real work to finish. He couldn't let those soft, tempting looks cloud his judgment.
"I still have things I need to do… right now…"
He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear—he didn't have time for a long, private session with her.
Medusa's head dropped, the light in her eyes fading. She let out a deep, heartbroken sigh.
"Haah…"
"I knew it. My body's too heavy for you, isn't it, Master? You don't like it…"
She turned to leave, shoulders slumped in genuine disappointment.
But the moment those self-deprecating words left her lips, Adam's self-control cracked. Screw the schedule. He would fix this habit of hers right now. He hated it more than anything when Medusa put herself down.
"Medusa, I hate it when you talk about yourself like that."
"What do you mean 'too heavy'? You call that heavy?"
"I've told you before, haven't I? Out of the three sisters, you're the one I like the most."
"Stop belittling yourself all the time."
"Right now I can tell you honestly—your body makes me want to pick you up and pound—"
The words poured out of him nonstop. Medusa's heart hammered so hard it felt like one continuous beat. Her face flushed crimson, steam practically rising from her skin.
She was pressed tight against him. She could feel her own temperature skyrocketing—not just from embarrassment, but from raw desire. At this distance she could feel every hot breath Adam exhaled.
He kept praising her body in that low, relentless voice, and with every word her strange state grew more intense.
Finally, Medusa couldn't hold back any longer.
She grabbed Adam's head and kissed him hard, tasting him without restraint, savoring every second like she would never get enough.
When she finally pulled away, she was panting, eyes dark with lust as she stared at his slightly dazed face.
"You said so many nice things about how much you like me… now prove it."
There was no doubt what she meant—stop talking and start acting.
Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Adam felt a warm, slick wetness against his thigh.
Looking at Medusa like this, he had nothing left to say. He glanced at his remaining apples.
[Golden Apple × 0]
[Silver Apple × 2]
[Bronze Apple × 5]
That was all? It would have to be enough.
Time to fight!
The schedule was tight, but there was always a way. He would finish this fast. It was only one Medusa, not all three sisters at once.
He could handle her within half a day.
On the way to his workshop, Adam replayed Medusa's behavior today and felt something was off. The usual Medusa wasn't this… aggressive. She had never deliberately targeted the one weakness she knew he couldn't resist—her putting herself down.
"Medusa, who taught you to talk like that?"
"You never used to do this before."
Medusa lowered her head guiltily, unable to meet his eyes.
Under his repeated questioning, she finally confessed who had coached her.
"…Big Sis taught me."
Adam wasn't surprised in the slightest. It was unexpected, yet completely in character.
"Stheno, huh~"
He mentally filed the incident away in his little black book. He would settle accounts with Stheno later.
The exact method of settlement? Extra-special attention, of course!
Super-sized puff reserved.
It didn't take long for Adam to bring Medusa to his workshop.
The moment the door closed, only the two of them remained inside.
Adam pushed her down onto the bed with just enough roughness to make her gasp. Medusa responded instantly, coiling around him like a python claiming its prey.
Because time was short, Adam's strategy was simple: thanks to the apples, he had nearly limitless stamina for a short burst. He would hammer straight into Medusa's Reminiscence Shell, using everything he had learned from their previous nights together to strike her weakest spots first, then overwhelm her completely.
Under that relentless assault, Medusa's defenses crumbled in moments.
But things didn't go exactly as Adam had planned.
Emotion works both ways.
Medusa craved him, but he craved her just as badly. He had only been holding himself back because of everything else he needed to do.
The moment he saw the look in her eyes when she glanced back at him—deep, drowning, utterly lost in pleasure—
Adam had to admit it.
He was completely gone.
...
By the time morning had become afternoon, Adam sat up and stretched. Medusa lay beside him, still fast asleep, her body twitching violently every few seconds.
Sweat and other fluids covered almost every inch of her skin.
Yeah… maybe he had gone a little overboard.
He took a bite of the bronze apple in his hand. The moment it touched his tongue, strength flooded back to normal levels.
He checked the inventory again.
[Golden Apple × 0]
[Silver Apple × 0]
[Bronze Apple × 0]
Apples officially zeroed out.
The strategy had been fast, but it burned through stamina like crazy and ate up every last apple. Because he had lost control halfway, he hadn't even reached his original goal, yet the physical toll was real.
Looking back, it seemed like ninety percent of the apples he had ever used had gone straight into "protein replenishment."
Adam glanced at the clock.
From morning to afternoon—way longer than he had expected.
This was bad. Time was running out.
There was no way he could finish Olga Marie's new body in just one night. The earliest he could manage now was tomorrow afternoon.
Was there any way to speed things up?
He opened his Servant list.
His gaze settled on Da Vinci (Caster).
Back in his own Chaldea, the only person he had ever discussed doll-making techniques with was Da Vinci, because the adult version had wanted to create the younger one and had come to him for advice. The two of them already had perfect synergy when it came to crafting bodies.
But even with both of them, it might still be tight.
He looked at the Rider version of Da Vinci. If he summoned both the Caster and Rider versions at the same time, the three of them working together should produce a 1+1+1 greater than 3 effect.
The problem was both were five-star Servants.
Their combined deployment cost was 16 + 16 = 32.
Adam checked his current limit.
Deployment Cost — 0/24
Yeah, not even close. He was still eight points short.
Someone might ask why he didn't just call the Chaldea's native Da Vinci.
First, how much did this world's Da Vinci even know about puppet craftsmanship?
Second, what excuse could he give for bringing her to his workshop?
Adam looked at Medusa still sleeping soundly on his bed and fell silent.
How exactly was he supposed to explain her?
" Sorry, I got distracted by how good she felt and fell behind schedule on the Director's body"?
Social death incoming.
No. Better to call the ones who already knew him inside and out.
They had been with him for so long that nothing was embarrassing anymore.
He checked his emotion points next.
Emotion Points — 18,210
A nice increase. Medusa had given him quite a lot just now.
He spent 16,000 points to raise his deployment limit.
Deployment Cost — 32
He should have been happy about the increase.
Instead he looked at what remained.
Emotion Points — 2,210
Great. Apples gone, emotion points almost gone.
No more gacha to restock apples.
Adam remembered every time he had used them before.
He looked at Medusa on the bed, then thought back to the tomato pasta, Mash, and Artoria Alter.
Being out of apples was going to be troublesome.
And it would only get worse. More and more Servants from his Chaldea would arrive in the coming Singularities. He would end up right back in that phase again…
He recalled a certain period in his own Chaldea when things had gotten a little too wild.
Or rather, when one Servant's unrestrained desire had triggered a chain reaction.
Most of the others had stopped holding back their bottomless hunger for him and launched all-out offensives.
Apparently maxing out every Servant's bond level to at least five had its downsides.
Hiding in closets, on ceilings, under beds, in bathrooms, beneath desks…
That time had been painful and blissful in equal measure.
Later he had instituted the "Master Bedroom Management Act" and things improved dramatically.
He had even appointed a Director of Bedroom Safety and a Deputy Director.
Incidentally, the deputy was Mash.
The director position changed hands frequently because most holders abused their authority to sneak extra helpings of Master.
It had already gone through several rotations.
But this Chaldea had none of those rules.
Adam could already picture his bedroom receiving double-digit visitors per day once a few more Singularities were cleared.
In the past he might have swallowed nervously.
Now it was different. Or rather, it would be different soon.
With the apples boosting him, he basically had infinite stamina—as long as the stock lasted.
If he could ever draw a Mystic Code that restored both stamina and magical energy indefinitely, it would be perfect.
But that was for later, and only if he had plenty of emotion points. Right now he was completely broke.
Still, the First Singularity was coming up soon.
He could harvest a ton of emotion points there.
He remembered one of the Servants they would meet early on was the regular Jeanne.
Adam looked at the Metatron Jeanne in his Servant list.
He wondered what kind of face the original Jeanne would make when she saw her.
Heh heh heh.
After planning out exactly what he wanted to do in the First Singularity, Adam summoned both versions of Da Vinci.
The younger one already knew the situation. He gave the adult Caster a quick briefing, then the three of them divided the work and started crafting Olga Marie's body.
Both Da Vincis still shot him knowing, teasing glances when they saw Medusa sleeping naked on the bed.
The most mentally taxing part of Olga Marie's body was already done. The rest was just careful, time-consuming craftsmanship.
With three people working in perfect sync, the project that should have taken over ten hours was compressed into six.
Midnight passed. A new day had begun.
And on this day, Olga Marie would be reborn.
Adam swapped out his active Servants and summoned Lancer Eresh. With a few final adjustments, everything was ready.
"Director~"
"Director~"
In her hazy consciousness, Olga Marie seemed to hear voices calling her name. Her eyelids trembled as she tried to open them.
Then she heard a strange, teasing tone saying words she barely understood.
"Olga Marie, open your eyes. It's Adam."
"I'm Chaldea's forty-eighth Master. Come back with me, Olga Marie."
"If you don't hurry, your position as Director of Chaldea is going to end up belonging to Roman."
The moment she heard the name Adam, her eyes had already begun to open, though her mind was still foggy.
But when the rest of the sentence hit—especially the part about losing her position as Director—Olga Marie shot upright, eyes wide with pure terror.
"WHAT?!!!"
She was instantly awake.
Olga Marie looked around in confusion. When she saw Adam, she finally realized she had truly been brought back to life.
Joy at surviving and gratitude toward Adam flooded her chest.
Words of thanks were already forming on her lips—
Then she felt a sudden chill across her skin.
She looked down.
And saw her completely naked body.
Not a single thread. Not even a single hair.
"KYAAAAA!!!"
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