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Today, Benio looked absolutely adorable.
The black-haired beauty wore a simple white headband that framed her long, straight locks. Her outfit was a crisp silk shirt tucked under a brown school uniform jacket, paired with a sky-blue sailor skirt. It was a basic look, but on her, it radiated a pure, charming vibe. A bright red tie sat neatly at her chest, and below the skirt, black knee-high stockings left just a peek of her smooth, pale skin—what some might call the "absolute territory."
"Yuto-nii~~"
The moment she spotted him, the refined young lady's face lit up with a delighted smile.
"Come here, let me hug you!"
Yuto grinned, spreading his arms wide toward her.
Benio hesitated, her eyes flickering between him and her master, who was visibly grinding her teeth. After a brief moment of indecision, she made up her mind. With a faint blush coloring her cheeks, she stepped forward and slipped into his embrace. Her hands rested awkwardly on his waist, and she stretched up on her toes to whisper in his ear.
Her warm breath brushed against his skin, soft and teasing, her voice a gentle murmur that sent a shiver through him. Her slim frame pressed lightly against his chest, and for a fleeting second, Yuto felt a strange mix of simplicity and richness in the moment.
"…Wow," he muttered under his breath.
"Huh? What was that?"
Benio blinked, her sparkling blue eyes meeting his with a curious and almost tender gaze. Time seemed to pause, the scene feeling oddly perfect.
"Wait…hold on! Don't get handsy while we're hugging!"
Her face suddenly flushed a deep red, steam practically rising from her head. "At least wait until my master's gone!" she huffed, shooting an embarrassed glare at the boy still holding her close.
"What's the big deal?" Yuto chuckled, leaning in to blow a playful puff of air into her ear.
Her reaction was just too cute to resist. A proper, elegant girl like Benio turning shy in his arms? No guy could let that slide.
"Ugh…"
Her body softened against him, her blue eyes growing misty, her expression dazed.
"I… I said, let's go to the bedroom," she mumbled, ducking her head into his chest, her words barely audible.
"You jerk, stop teasing my apprentice!"
Subaru, usually calm and patient, couldn't hold back anymore. Her brows furrowed as she watched her sweet little student melt like a rabbit in Yuto's grasp.
"Oh? So you want to step in for her?"
Yuto turned with a sly grin, his arm suddenly hooking around the blonde woman's slim waist. "They say great teachers make great students. If Miss Subaru has a problem with me, how about you join me in the bedroom for some… English lessons?"
"You…ugh!"
Subaru's face went scarlet as she caught Benio's shy and curious glance. A wave of embarrassment hit her hard. Unlike the girl's fresh, natural scent, the mature woman's faint perfume filled Yuto's senses. Her striking features glowed with a flustered charm, her eyes hazy, her chest rising and falling with a quiet, feminine allure.
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Morning came, bringing a new day.
It was technically a school day, but Shuchiin Academy was now completely under Yuto's control. Whether he showed up or when was entirely up to him.
After leaving the tangled mess of a bedroom, Yuto washed up, threw on fresh clothes, and hopped on his motorcycle, heading for Iwanako Kotoko's place. Today, he had a job to do: crafting artificial limbs and a Mystic Eye for her.
Trailing behind him were Maojoji, Kiryuin Kaede, and the Snow Woman Oikawa Setsura, each using their demon arts to keep pace.
The weather was perfect: clear skies, a soft breeze, and warm sunlight filtering through thin clouds. It was one of those rare, peaceful days that made you want to slow down and soak it in.
Yuto eased off the throttle, letting his bike cruise as he chatted with the girls tagging along.
"Setsura, how's the demon group doing with tracking Hagoromo Gitsune and Abe no Seimei?"
"Master, we've been searching as hard as we can…" Setsura's sweet face twisted with a hint of guilt. "But those two are tricky. It's like they've gone completely off the grid."
"Hmm. If we can't find them, maybe we can smoke them out."
Yuto's mind kicked into gear, a sharp glint in his eyes. Hagoromo Gitsune and Abe no Seimei were both after the Sesshoseki stones that could crank demon power through the roof. F
With his A-rank Baptism Chant, he could purify the Sesshoseki left by the Nine-Tailed Fox, stripping away the nasty energy to get pure demonic essence. Hagoromo Gitsune, a dark demon, needed girls' livers to keep going. Abe no Seimei, the half-demon "Nue," relied on the stones to stretch out his lifespan. It added up—both should've been dead a hundred years ago. One clung to life through reincarnation, the other ditched humanity to survive.
So, Yuto figured he'd turn the tables. He'd have his group hunt the Sesshoseki too, putting the heat on those two until they slipped up. When they did, he'd take them down himself and snag the Saint Quartz.
The group suddenly fell quiet for a moment, their thoughts drifting back to that wild banquet a few days ago. Everyone had let loose, not just the four Snow Women, but the Zenin sisters, the Keikain lady, and the rest of them. The memory of that crazy, unforgettable night hung in the air. The three girls shifted slightly, their legs brushing together as if recalling the thrill.
Yuto, the one who'd come out on top, couldn't complain. With his Red Dragon physique and Siegfried's Spirit Origin, he was starting to feel like a real dragon; endless energy and a growing lust. A single session could stretch three or four days and still leave him wanting more. It was a perk of the blood, but it also made him hungrier for company.
Chatting as they went, they soon rolled up to Iwanako Kotoko's place. True to her status, her home was a sprawling Nordic-style villa, dotted with exotic flowers no one could name.
In the center, there she was; the lolita in her fancy dress, sipping coffee with all the grace of a proper lady.
"Well, well! Everyone's here bright and early to see me? I'm flattered, hehe~~"
Thump.
Yuto tapped her head lightly. "Cut it with the old drama lines."
"Ow, that stings…" Iwanako Kotoko pouted, scrunching her face.
"Please, I barely touched you," Yuto said, rolling his eyes.
"Everyone knows you're a strength freak," she shot back, grinning as she slid onto his lap. Her soft hands slipped under his shirt, poking around. "Let's see how those abs are holding up!"
"Off, you little perv."
Yuto laughed, pulling her hands free and buttoning up over her protests. Out of all his girls, Kotoko was the boldest, always the first to get handsy. Sometimes, he wondered who was really in charge.
"Alright, enough messing around." His tone turned serious. "I am here to get you a Mystic Eye and a proper body."
"Yeah, I know." Kotoko nodded, her playful edge softening. Her disability had always weighed on her. She stayed upbeat, but what girl wouldn't want to ditch the prosthetics?
"Don't worry. I've got this."
Yuto hugged her close, following her down to a quiet basement.
In the Fate world, homunculi were alchemical creations; life stitched together with magic, mimicking human birth. Puppet magecraft was close, but not quite the same. One built dolls; the other built life. Yuto had dived deep into puppetry back at the Clock Tower, mastering it with Projection Magecraft alongside the twelve disciplines.
When it came to puppet masters, Aozaki Touko stood out—the "Grand Puppeteer." Her skill was unreal. She'd whipped up an arm for Ryougi Shiki that could grab spirits and saved Shirou Emiya with a spare body. She even made backups of herself, waking up in a new "her" after dying, blurring the line between original and copy.
Yuto didn't vibe with that. Swapping bodies like parts felt off. He stuck to the idea that your body's a gift from your folks. Plus, he'd rather keep things simple: make himself and his people happy.
"Kotoko, take a nap. When you wake up, you'll be good as new."
He traced a Rune in front of her eyes. Her eyelids drooped, and she drifted off fast.
'Materials are set. Now, it's just the Mystic Eye.'
Mystic Eyes turned your vision into a magic circuit, letting you affect what you saw. Artificial ones could do charm or suggestion; nothing fancy like Rider's petrification or Shiki's Death Perception. Those were innate, rare gifts.
Yuto's Red Dragon magic and dragon vein connection meant he'd never run dry mid-procedure. He was a puppetry pro now, but this wasn't a standard job.
'I'm not using some basic Mystic Eye. No ancient relics on hand either.'
Instead, he'd craft one from a purified Sesshoseki killing stone which were tested and safe after countless trials.
"Here we go."
He pulled a carved, pure-white eye from his personal space, ready to begin.
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