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Hotel Chaldea Ep. Saber Lily feat. Koyanskaya
🕑 Added 2022-02-28 03:01:32 +0000 UTCKoyanskaya bursting into your office in a flurry of paper and latex was, by this point, a completely normal ocurrence. You weren't about to be shocked by it these days. Koyanskaya bursting into your room on your day off while you were having a nice chat with Medea, however, was new, and quite annoying.
"Miss Medea," the pink haired, still fox eared, secretary said, adjusting her glasses, and looking down upon you and Medea. "It's time already."
"Shame," Medea said, sighing. "I suppose it is the nature of things," she said, before leaning over and kissing your lips. "Next time perhaps?"
"I'll see if a space can be made," she spoke. "But it depends on the demands upon his time."
You frowned. "Time out, what's going on in here?"
"Master put me in charge of managing your time, both on and off of work, because she noticed that you have made a habit of mismanaging it," the secretary said. "Therefore, I've taken the liberty of making space in your schedule for the women who have been vying for your attentions."
"W-What? There's no way-"
Medea smiled. "Humility is good, but don't be too humble," she chastised.
"And let's not go that boring old route," Koyanskaya continued. "With the requests of your time having become too annoying to deal with and piling up, I've decided to just skip the middlemen and assign you as if you were one of Master's workers, except your clientele will be of a higher quality."
She smirked.
Medea hummed. "I'm glad you kept the talisman I made for you," she said, handing it back to you. "It should be even better than before. I hope it protects you even more," she said. "I've put all my effort into it."
Koyanskaya whistled. "There are men who would sink the fortune of a country for such a gift," she said. "I suppose your methods have showed success."
"I'm still spinning here," you admitted.
Medea sat up. "I believe it's the white Saber next?" she asked Koyanskaya.
"One and the same. Got the whole rest of the day booked to. Speaking about which, get moving," she said, turning to you. Get a shower and clean yourself up, make yourself presentable, I'll prepare an outfit for you," she said, gesturing towards your en-suite bathroom. Your room in Chaldea was now that of a special operative rather than the intern's room you'd once had.
Deciding to just go along with it because you didn't really feel like arguing, you hopped in the shower. Being clean wasn't exactly a bad thing either, even if you didn't feel particularly dirty. A little sweaty, perhaps.
By the time you finished, Koyanskaya was gone, as was Medea, and there was a folded up outfit in a bag, with a note upon it. You grabbed it, unfolded it, and read it.
It was simple instructions, to put it on, and to head a couple floors down and into an area that you didn't usually go to. Usually, you only went there when you had something urgent to tell the master when she was doing field work.
The outfit was quite nice. Black slacks and a black jacket, giving you the image of an important man. The note was actually quite clear on this, that you were meant to look like what you, by technicality, were - a Special Agent operative of the UN. No longer were you an intern in the standard uniform.
A white button-up and a black tie completed the ensemble. It wasn't quite a proper suit, you realized. It was elegant, but it was also breathable and you tested your range of motion by moving about... yep, it felt very easy to move in, despite the fact that you could find no loose fabric or slack anywhere. Even the pants seemed to be tailored perfectly to your legs.
"I think this makes me look thinner," you mused, looking at yourself in the mirror. "I can't lie, she has excellent taste in clothes," you mused.
As you continued reading the note... the first thing it said was "of course I do, and yes, I knew you were gonna say that", and you rolled your eyes. Koyanskaya's next instructions were regarding the particulars of the suit. She said that it was actually a gift from Medea, and that was how Medea had paid for the morning spent having tea, a good chat, and mind blowing sex.
The tie was the final part, and you thought you looked snazzy as you buttoend up the jacket and nodded to yourself. Clean shaven, hair styled, and well dressed, it was time to go... wherever it was that Koyanskaya wanted you to go, to do whatever it was that she had put on your schedule.
Trusting her blindly wasn't in the cards, but as long as she had the Master's trust, she would have yours by proxy, so you took a trip down to the bridge of Chaldea, a place usually reserved for the top brass, so to speak. Only the highest ranked employees and diplomats, dignataries and other super important people ever went there.
As you walked through the hallways, you were stopped by a familiar face, as the painter who went by the pen name of Hokusai played with a brush in a hallway, looked at you, nodded, and then waved, walking in the opposite direction from you.
Finally, you arrived at your destination... and the note said that it was a door down from the bridge's door. You placed your hand on it, and it chimed, first turning red as it validated your identity, then green as it opened.
There was something of a gust of wind and between blinks you found yourself elsewhere. "What is this..." you mused.
Koyanskaya's voice came from your ear. "I took the opportunity to knock you out and deliver you to your destination, oh, and don't worry about the communicator, it's subdermal, she won't see or hear it."
"Subdermal- did you put something under my skin?" you asked, frowning.
"You get under my skin often, so now we're even," she said, simply. "Also don't talk out loud to me, you'll look crazy."
You grumbled, looking around. You were standing in what appeared to be... a renaissance fair, of sorts? You knew the sort. It was an open air market specifically, and you found yourself in an alley between two cobblestone buildings. Houses.
"Right, don't worry about anything else - your objective will be here any moment. Your task is to accompany her. I'll take care of the rest."
You frowned. "What do you mean?" you whispered to yourself, more than her.
However, that was when an angel descended from the highest heavens, a vision of beauty so grand and perfect and pure that you wondered if God Himself would be able to craft something so perfect, in a fluffy white cloak that even virgin snow would weep in jealousy at. Her blonde hair, made up into a ponytail with a large black ribbon swayed gently in the breeze as she rounded the corner and approached you.
Her legs carried her fast, as a beatific and blissful smile crossed her face upon sighting you, and as she ran, she raised her arms so they could be wrapped around you. "I'm so glad you could make it, mister-"
And then she tripped, and in her hurried run, sent herself hurtling into the air, and through some strange series of events you were not sure of even after experiencing them, somehow she wound up on your arms, arms linked behind your neck, face redder and hotter than lava.
You blinked. "Lily, you look radiant," you said, simply. Your arm was supporting her impossibly smooth, bare skinned legs, even as her sturdy looking brown boots kicked in the air slightly from her own surprise.
She didn't waste time, reaching up and pecking your lips. "S-Sorry, I was a bit excited!" she said.
You smiled, resisting the urge to melt into a blushing mess yourself. "I noticed," you said, dryly, calmly allowing her to get her feet on the ground. You held her hand still, and she grasped yours tightly. "L-Like I said, I'm so glad you could make it," she said. "I, ah, I was starting to fear you- no, nevermind."
You decided to head it off, kissing her cheek. "Sorry, I'm bad with time. That's why I got Koyanskaya assigned to me," you said.
"Y-Yes, that's what Master said," Lily agreed. "Uhm, sorry about, about forcing this on you," she said.
"No, no, I'm the one to blame, if I was better about making time for you then you wouldn't need to," you said. "Still... I'm glad to hang out."
"R-Right, I have so much to show you!" she said, her grip on your hand firm and tight, as she began to pull you along. "Come, come!" she said, as you followed her into the open air market.
"Smooth. Keep that up. I'll make sure nothing disrupts your day. If anything comes up that I believe you need to be informed of, I'll keep you up to date, otherwise, you won't hear from me."
Koyanskaya's voice had a slight tinge to it, like it came from a communicator, and you wondered how the hell she'd managed to sneak a communicator on you and have you hear it so clearly. Was it really inside your ear or something?
Well, it didn't matter! It was important, but far, far less so than the happiness and joy of the lass pulling you along as she began showing you all the many different kinds of food that the stalls sold, and even taking time to greet the salesment, being greeted in turn by each of them.
It seemed you weren't the only one who thought she was a gift from the heavens wrapped into a package of wonderfully lewd purity, because there were more than a few stares that trailed after her as she animatedly chatted.
She got the both of you a kebab, and it was actually quite nice, though of course it was nicer to meet lips with her as the two of you chose the same bit of meat to munch upon. No doubt, both of you had the same idea, sliding off the skewer to just continue kissing, before parting.
Her face was red, and she giggled as the two of you began walking, side by side, hands entwined, fingers linked, through the fair. With snacks out of the way, she led you by the hand to the area where the games and tests of skill had been laid out.
There was an archery competition, a horseback riding challenge, a strongman challenge, and even a swordfighting tournament, as many men in many different kinds of armor and women in various period dresses walked about.
Lily sighed as she watched the swordfighters, obviously putting on a show rather than fighting to win.
"Do you want to participate?" you asked, idly.
"I was banned," she admitted. "I can't help my instincts," she admitted with a giggle. "I've tried, but the training I've got makes it hard, you know?" she said.
Oh, you could think about plenty of things that she made hard. "I'm sure it has nothing to do with people not being able to bring themselves to hit you," you said. "What with your nuclear-deterrent grade cuteness and all."
She blushed bright red. "That's-!" she shook a little, pouting, cheeks puffing up. "I'm not cute..!" she frowned. "A-At least... I don't want you to think of me as just a cute little girl..."
You kissed her as you walked past the archery exhibition, where a pair of dark skinned men with white hair, one significantly darker than the other, were trading shots and insults.
"Lily, I'd have a hard time seeing you as anything but a woman right now," you said. "Okay maybe I can see you as a violent lunatic that got barred from sparring practice because you injured too many fools."
"You can win all sorts of competitions, but you break one arm!" Lily ranted, and the both of you giggled together.
As you were about to head into the spectator's stands for the horseback riders' demonstration of skill and daring, you felt something ghots along your shoulder, and then a strange "thwip" sound, but when you turned around to look, there was nothing there.
How strange.
As the two of you sat, you wrapped your hand around Lily, and she leaned against you, a pleased smile on her face as she did so. You thought you might stand out given all the period clothing around, but it seemed that other than the specific places where the people in costumes gathered, most people here seemed to be out on dates or dressed normally.
So it felt quite nice to simply observe the proceedings. Honestly it was pretty interesting, moreso than you thought, the horses demonstrating agility and discipline, and the riders demonstrating calm and control, even as the demonstration of equestrian ability turned into a jousting competition.
Lily sighed as she watched. "It wasn't at all like that..." she said. "Perhaps it would've been better this way," she said, as the two heavily armored riders agreed to the rules, kept themselves under control, and of course, walked away in good health and spirits, win or lose.
The lance that struck the loser in the chest shattered, as did the winner's shield. Though as you ducked your head to dodge a flying wooden shard, you heard the sound of something striking the wooden backrest that prevented you from accidentally falling by leaning too far. There was nothing there, though, so you just shrugged it off mentally and got back to watching the jousting tournament.
Lily clearly and dearly wanted to participate, but it was impossible. Besides, you were fairly sure she'd be at an advantage, being so small a target to hit.
That said, what you did do, was take her down, following the handlers and knights to the stables. "Hey!" you called, as the handler for one of the horses put the tired beast in its box, while the other horse still had energy and spirit, and was wandering about in the sizable pen they had out of the way, off of the fair grounds.
"Yo!" The handler shouted back. "This place isn't part of the fair grounds, folks," he said, "but we're not gonna kick you out, right Dem?"
"Yeah," the so called 'Dem' said, his thick white mustache trembling as he spoke, looking your way as he settled the horse on its box before coming to the front. "Name's Demian, I'm in charge. You must be mister-"
The horse in its box neighed loudly.
"I think that means he's hungry," Lily said. "At least-"
"Right in one, little lady," Demian said. "Yo, Tim, get Hansel some'n to chew on."
"Right, right," Tim said, as he went deeper into the barn, probably going to fetch something for the horse to eat. "Gretus - we were gonna name'im Gretel but turns out it was a male - is harmless."
Lily nodded. "Y-Yeah," she said, watching as the horse walked about, ate some grass, and worked off its excess energy. "Can... can I pet him?"
"Ah, a horse girl eh?" the man said. "You related? You don't look it."
"More like out on a date," you said.
"You're one lucky lad, girl's got good instincts," Demian said. "Sure, go ahead, he's a tame fella."
Lily nodded, and happily tried not to skip as she went about approaching the horse. To say you were unsurprised when the horse happily allowed itself to be petted, even responded to her affections with its own, butting its head against her shoulders, rubbing against her, and even licking her face, Lily giggling and enjoying herself all the way.
Demian huffed. "Little lady's got a way around them, huh?" he said. "So not some spoiled bratty girl whose daddy bought her a pony then."
"Pretty far from that, if I do say so myself," you said. Lily was... well... there were many ways to describe her, but a spoiled brat was about as far from her as you could imagine.
As Lily played with the horse, you actually felt quite happy, to watch her smile and enjoy herself in such a way that few people ever got to. It filled you with warmth and happiness, to know you'd provided her that.
"Come on, come over here, introduce yourself to Gretus too!" Lily said, calling you towards her.
"Get hi-"
You thought you heard a voice for a moment, but then it mysteriously disappeared, even as you looked around. Deciding it must've been the wind, you accepted Lily's invitation, and were introduced to her new bestest friend forever, and even got a lesson in horse language for free to go with it.
You'd spend quite a bit of time there, and Lily would even climb on top of and take a small lap around the pen with Gretus, showing off impeccable riding skills, and the formidable spirit of someone who knew they had made a terrible mistake riding without a saddle, but powered through it anyway.
Soon enough, however, it was time to go, as the sun was setting in the distance, and hand in hand, you walked into a period hotel.
"Ah, we've been expecting you," the man at the desk said, passing you a key. "The penthouse suite, sir," he said. "The staff has been instructed not to disturb you, there is an ice bucket with champagne prepared. Please, enjoy your night, sir and madam," he said.
Lily was a little intimidated... but nodded at you.
Together, you walked with her to the elevator, disguised to look kind of like an old school platform... but when the doors opened, a blonde in skimpy red clothes appeared from between the doors, and her fist came hurtling towards your face, faster than you could even see.
By the time you woke up, you were already in the room, with Lily holding an ice pack to your cheek.
"S-Sorry, I, oh, I'm so sorry, so very sorry! I, I told her off for doing that!" she said. "But, uhm, oh I don't."
You groaned. You felt like a truck had run you over. Your head was pounding, and you couldn't quite focus.
Lily sighed, sounding a bit depressed. "I was looking forward to it too... I'm so angry!" she said, though rather than angry, she looked like a kicked puppy. "I want to think of some punishment for her... I'm sorry, there's no way you're up to it tonight, right?"
You nodded. You really felt horrible, your entire body hurt.
Lily nodded firmly. "I, I'll think of something, and, and tell you when I do, alright?"
You looked forward to it, and she came down and pecked you on the lips. You would not have sex that night, and your balls, having built up for it, protested it. The next morning would be a different story, but when you dreamed, you dreamed of returning the favor to that blonde psycho that had come out of nowhere and knocked you out...
