Outside the Gate of Babylon, while Kama was cleaning herself and soaking in the bath, Yuki stood in the middle of the extremely messy room.
Her gaze swept around in confusion at the chaos surrounding her.
"What exactly are they doing?" she wondered aloud. "Why is the room always a mess at night? Are they fighting?"
She looked down at a puddle on the floor that vaguely resembled spilled yogurt.
"If they were fighting…" she murmured, "why would there be something like a spilled drink?"
Curiosity began to tug at her thoughts. She bent down and touched the puddle with the tip of her finger.
She observed it for a moment.
"A bit sticky, like yogurt… but also slippery…" she muttered in confusion. "What kind of food is this, really?"
Unable to resist, the little girl lifted her finger and tasted a bit of it.
Immediately, her face changed.
"Uweeek…!!" she exclaimed instinctively, sticking out her tongue. "Yuck! So bitter!"
Panicked, Yuki quickly wiped her tongue with the edge of her dress, hoping the strange taste would disappear.
A few moments later, the bitter taste did begin to fade.
But suddenly, her body felt hot. Her energy seemed to drain away, leaving her slumped weakly on the floor.
"W-what…?" she murmured softly.
Her breathing became slightly rapid, and her heartbeat felt strange in her chest.
Yuki stared at the puddle she had just tasted, her eyes trembling in confusion.
"Did I eat something wrong…?" she said anxiously.
Her body felt uncomfortable, and her head was slightly dizzy.
"Ouch… could it be spoiled…" she added, her face beginning to panic.
She quickly stepped a little away from the puddle, wiping her mouth again.
"I don't want any more… it tastes so strange…" she said quickly, trembling slightly.
With difficulty, she tried to stand.
"Will Oji-san be mad if I get sick…" she murmured, starting to worry.
But her breathing grew more unstable, and her body trembled slightly again.
Yuki hugged herself.
"But… why do I feel like I want more…" she muttered in confusion.
She stepped forward a little… then stopped again.
"No, no… that's weird…" she said, taking a step back.
Then she stopped.
Stepped forward one more step.
Two steps back.
Her movements became like a strange game between curiosity and fear.
"This must be a trap…" she said with a serious expression, as if she had uncovered a grand conspiracy.
She stared at the puddle suspiciously.
"…evil yogurt."
A brief silence.
"If I die because of yogurt, that would be so embarrassing…" she murmured softly.
Finally, she turned and started walking away unsteadily.
"H-hang in there… Yuki… you're strong…" she whispered to encourage herself.
But before truly leaving, Yuki glanced back once more.
"…but just a little shouldn't hurt, right…"
She immediately slapped her own cheek.
"NO WAY!"
She finally began to walk away.
One step—her legs wobbled, heat pooling low in her belly.
Two steps—cold sweat ran down her spine, sticky, trembling with a mix of shame and longing.
Three steps—her pace faltered completely. She froze, breath catching, pupils dilated, every nerve screaming with forbidden desire.
Finally, she turned her small, unsteady frame around, drawn like a moth to the heat she could no longer resist.
Her gaze fell upon something she had dared only to name in secret: Yogurt.
"Just a little…"
She sat down and hesitated for a moment before extending her index finger. Slowly, she touched the spilled yogurt, scooped a small amount, and lick it.
Her brows furrowed.
"…still bitter…"
Yet, for some reason, her hand moved again and again.
As if something was pulling at her from beneath the surface of her thoughts—subtle, persistent, impossible to ignore.
(Note: 🗿)
***
Not long after, Kama stepped out of the bathroom.
Her long silver hair was still wet, and her damp body was wrapped in a towel.
Having sensed Yuki's presence moments before, Kama now appeared in her teenage form.
On the other side, Yuki had stopped and turned toward Kama, who had just emerged.
Kama saw Yuki sitting on the messy floor.
The little girl's expression was blank, her eyes half-closed as she stared at Kama.
Even the invisible aura she emitted felt like a push to do anything for love.
Kama glanced at the tip of Yuki's fingers and the puddle nearby, immediately understanding what had happened.
She gave a faint smile—a reaction she recognized very well.
A flicker of interest crossed her mind, as if something intriguing was about to happen. Yet, she could not let it continue.
Kama walked over to Yuki and bent down in front of her.
"Yuki…" she called softly.
Her hand rose slowly, gently touching the little girl's cheek.
"You mustn't eat that," she continued in a calm, soothing tone. "Are you trying to be a naughty girl, hm?"
Kama's gaze softened, though a faint, indescribable glint lingered in her eyes.
"And you want to give your love to your Oji-san?" she whispered. "What a good little girl you are…"
A brief silence.
"But…"
Suddenly, a terrifying aura radiated from Kama's entire body, making Yuki shiver in fear.
"I am the only one allowed to give him love," she continued coldly. "Know your limits, little girl…"
The aura vanished instantly, replaced by an unnaturally bright smile.
"For that reason," she said gently, "I will take it from you."
Kama brought her face closer, lips glistening, slightly parted, tongue sliding sinuously between the soft, slick folds, moving in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that made every nerve quiver.
"Slurp…♡ chu…♡ Nye-shan…♡ ngkuh…♡ lick…♡ haah~♡ slurp…♡ lick…♡"
Soft, wet moans spilled from both their throats, breaths hitching, ragged and uneven. Each suck, each lick was deliberate, slow, savoring every slick inch, every trembling reaction.
"More...♡ haah...♡ slurp...♡ kiss mhore...♡ lick...♡ lick...♡"
Yuki didn't resist—her small body was slick with heat, quivering, completely lost to Kama's teasing, like she'd been under her control from the very first touch.
Every stroke, every wet, desperate motion drew her further into indulgence, making her shiver, moan, and drip helplessly.
Moments later, Yuki's body grew weaker and weaker until she finally lost consciousness, falling into Kama's embrace.
Kama gazed at her for a moment, then gently stroked her hair.
"Good night, my sweet Yuki," she whispered softly. "When you wake up, you'll be back to your usual self."
A few moments later, Kama fell silent.
Her gaze slowly shifted, filled with questions.
Even Yuki could be affected by her love corruption… but why hadn't Kuro—who interacted with her far more often—been affected at all?
Kama closed her eyes for a moment, pondering.
"What exactly are you… Master-san?"
***
Time passed quickly, and night once again enveloped the skies over Fuyuki City.
Below, a building appeared normal from the outside.
Yet inside—in the midst of silence—blood and lifeless bodies were strewn about, filling a space that should have been a workshop but now resembled a white laboratory.
The walls and floor were stained with blood, leaving dark red, horrifying traces.
There stood an adult man with tanned skin and long blonde hair, his entire body covered in wounds.
This man was none other than Atrum Galiasta.
His hands trembled as he tried to support his own body, but his strength was nearly completely drained.
His breath was heavy and ragged, each inhale feeling like it was scraping at his lungs from within.
Around him, the remnants of experiments—broken tubes, shattered magical constructs, and lifeless bodies—created a chaotic scene he had once controlled entirely.
Slowly, his eyes lifted, locking onto a pair of red eyes before him.
Atrum's gaze was filled with a mixture of disbelief and anger, forced to stay alive.
"Y-you… who are you…?"
His voice was hoarse, barely escaping through a dry throat like a whisper.
His jaw clenched, though his body continued to betray him.
A magus seemed to have been defeated… even before summoning a Servant.
It… made no sense.
It shouldn't have ended like this.
Yet, behind the sharp gaze he still maintained with the remnants of his pride, something was slowly cracking—fear that could no longer be hidden.
Not just fear of death itself, but fear of the reality that he didn't even understand what had just destroyed him.
Kuro smiled faintly, then raised his left hand—his ring and pinky fingers bent.
"Someone who will take your place as a Master in this Grail War," he said calmly.
In the next instant, a ripple appeared in the air.
A magnum bullet shot forth from it, piercing Atrum's neck—severing his carotid in an instant.
Fresh blood spurted, spraying into the air, drenching the walls and floor around him.
Ding!
[Achievement Unlocked: Preemptive Elimination]
[Condition: Eliminate a Master before the Summoning process is complete.]
[Reward: Increase Quality Level of Magic Circuits by 1.]
As the notification appeared, Kuro's knees weakened, and he sank to the floor.
His left hand covered his mouth, while his right hand supported his body on the blood-soaked floor.
"Ugh…"
A wave of nausea hit him—he felt like vomiting—but he held it back.
"My first kill as a magus…" he murmured quietly. "It's a massacre… ugh…"
Trembling, Kuro drew a cigarette from the Gate of Babylon, lit it, and inhaled slowly.
"Haa…"
He exhaled, letting the smoke mingle with the air around him.
"This is better…" he said softly.
His gaze then fell on Atrum's lifeless body.
"After all," he continued, "this is the price I have to pay to start stepping into the dark world of magi."
He took another slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling deliberately.
"Next… I just need to summon a Heroic Spirit, right?" he murmured. "If I remember correctly from my Cain memories, this person has a summoning circle. I should probably use that… after I finish my cigarette."
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Author's note:
I don't know if it should be 18+ or not? 🗿
Well, whatever, what do you think?
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