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Fate Chapter 104: Assassination
🕑 Added 2023-01-19 11:04:29 +0000 UTCSemiramis lay sprawled on the bed, her head thrown back, eyes closed, a tiny glistening rivulet of semen streaming languidly out of her pussy. The urge to pull out his sketch pad and draw her right then and there was almost overwhelming.
Semiramis was sprawled out in a tangle of sheets, her head thrown back, eyes closed, a tiny glistening rivulet of semen streaming languidly out of her pussy. The sight stirred something inside him, and he felt a sudden urge to capture the moment and tease Semiramis with it later.
‘Why do phones of this era suck?’
After Semiramis returned to earth from heaven of pleasure, he scooped Semiramis up in his arms, cradling her body to him with a satisfied sigh. They kissed and cuddled for twenty minutes before he reluctantly peeled himself away. He quickly filled the tub and scrubbed himself clean, the soap stinging at the places where their sweat had mixed. He couldn’t meet Nobunaga with even the faintest scent of sex lingering on his skin.
While relaxing, he looked at his status.
[Haruki Hayashi]
Species: Dragon [Current awakening progress 10.4%]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height, Weight: 188 cm/77 kg
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
[Parameters]
Strength: 45 (B)
Endurance: 48 (B)
Agility: 44 (B)
Magical energy: 80 (EX)
Luck: 10 (E)
[Authorities]
Dragon Heart
Dragon Blood
Dragon Core (Incomplete)
Protection from the Witches
Master of Breast Valley
Void Creation
Protection of the Poisonous Witch
[Skills]
Sojutsu [A]
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‘Ten frickin’ percent.’
He could only upgrade servants to the second stage at his current awakening, which was ten percent. What type of results would he have at fifty percent? What about a hundred percent? Would his semen transform a woman into a Divine Spirit?
“Get down to earth, kiddo. You ain’t achieving that before some of your lovers die.”
Arch excelled at her role of party pooper, without a shadow of doubt. When he spoke of his ambitions, she would always find something wrong with it, pouring cold water on his enthusiasm and extinguishing any flame of hope in the process.
‘You can’t let me have fun, can you?’
“I do whatever is necessary to prioritize your survival. Overconfidence is not right for you.”
Haruki shook his head, and a shiver ran down his spine. He slowly turned to the door, a shadow lingering under the doorway. With a soft click, the door opened to reveal Sakura in a pale blue cardigan and yellow skirt. Her eyes met his, and she smiled warmly.
“Haruki-senpai.”
Unbeknownst to him, she was Hassan of Serenity, here to assassinate him on Angra Mainyu and Kaede’s orders.
Haruki’s eyes widened as Sakura strutted across the marble floor, her hips swaying with each step. He stepped out of the warm, foggy bathtub and stopped in his tracks. She moved closer and wound her arms around his neck, pressing her warm body against him.
“Haruki-sama, I’m aching down there… make love to me.”
He peeled off her hands from his neck, eyes glinting with ruthlessness. “Do I look like a fool to trust your half-baked act?”
Sakura would never approach him for sex or try to seduce him, unless someone fed her a bottle of aphrodisiac. The woman before him wasn’t Sakura. There wasn’t any intimacy between them. No connection. She was a fake, he was sure.
Serenity, who had assumed Sakura’s appearance after being freed, blinked her eyes in confusion. “Haruki-sama, what do you mean?”
Serenity's heart raced as she saw Haruki studying her intently. She hadn’t spent enough time around Sakura to completely copy her mannerisms, so she resorted to fake her way through by lifting her chin and speaking with a softer tone. She wrung her hands together to steady her nerves, hoping he hadn’t noticed the subtle tremble.
She came here, confident that Haruki would fall for her seduction like other men and kiss her. The poison from her lips would kill him, thus ending her mission.
Haruki laughed coldly and slipped his hand inside her cardigan. Pulling down her bra, he squeezed her breast. He could envelop her tit in one hand. The size, the texture, the feel — everything about the breast in hand was different from Sakura. “Your imitation of Sakura’s body is almost flawless but you couldn’t imitate her chest without wearing pads.”
Serenity bit her lip. Her shapeshifting skill was limited in its use: it couldn’t increase her breast size or restructure her body shape. If she was on a mission, she’d have more flexibity to fake her appearance. While stuck in this mansion, she neither had time nor the tools to be choosy.
“Senpai, Look at me. I’m Sakura. Your Sakura. Why are you asking weird questions? Artoria’s extreme training must have jumbled your mind.”
Haruki’s smirk grew colder. “Oh, you know I sparred with Artoria? Then you must also know how many times did I fuck you the day before yesterday?”
Her cheeks flushed. She placed a finger on her lips and raised her chin, imitating Sakura’s gestures from her memory. “Haruki-sama, why are you bringing up embarrassing stuff…?”
His lips curled up in amusement, her desperation to prove her identity was laughable. “For your information, Sakura’s first time was yesterday.”
Serenity’s eyes widened as she realized how fruitless her efforts had been. She never stood a chance in fooling him.
“My cruel, cruel master~,” whined Semiramis in a sluggish and sulky voice as she stood in the doorway. Her eyes glowed with mocking anger, lips down-turned in a classic pout. She crossed her arms and looked accusingly at him. “I can’t believe you left me alone in the bed and came to mess with Sakura. My heart is broken.”
Semiramis misunderstood the entire situation. Haruki sighed.
“Semi—”
Serenity sprang towards him in a moment of opportunity and pressed her lips against his. He felt a cool, slimy substance entering his mouth. He instantly recoiled, shoving Serenity away and coughing as he tried to expel the foreign substance from his mouth. Wiping his mouth in pure disgust, he looked at her.
“What the fuck was that?”
Semiramis rushed to Haruki's side and grabbed his hand. “What is happening? What did Sakura do?”
Serenity, who had fallen on her butt, stared at Haruki with a blank expression. “My poison will kill you.”
Semiramis’s mouth dropped open as the realization sank in. Her gaze darted between Sakura and Haruki. Her voice shook as she said, “You aren’t Sakura.” Fear threatened to overwhelm her as she looked at Haruki. “Tell me you gained poison immunity after fucking me. Please.”
Her mind wandered to the poison curing medicines from her time. She pulled at her hair, her spirit breaking apart at the thought of losing Haruki. “Argh, tell me already.”
Seeing her genuine panic, Haruki couldn't help but smirk. He stepped forward and gently held her shoulders, hoping to stop her from further panicking. “Yes, I did. But that’s beside the point.”
He then turned to Serenity, his expression growing more serious. “It's time to reveal your true appearance.”
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