On the rooftop where everything began, Manaka had the brightest smile I had ever seen.
Her blue eyes, filled with deep, obsessive love, were locked onto me, her entire being radiating pure devotion.
"Brother, do you remember this place?" she asked softly, her voice dripping with nostalgia.
"Yeah..." I scratched my head awkwardly.
Back then, I had been furious at her for sending all of my lovers overseas, ripping them away from me without so much as a discussion.
In retaliation, I had demanded her to take their place.
And well… we both knew exactly how that ended.
Her expression grew even more intense, her lips curling into something between a smile and a moan.
"At that time, you were so rough… so possessive… so strong," she whispered, stepping closer, pressing her body against mine. "You took me as if I was yours, as if I had always belonged to you. No one else had the right to claim me. Only you."
Her delicate fingers trailed down her stomach, brushing over her womb with an almost reverent touch.
A shudder ran through her, and her next words came out in a hushed, almost trembling murmur.
"Unfortunately… it wasn't the time." She sighed, a mixture of longing and frustration in her voice. "I wanted to have your baby, brother. I wanted to carry your child, to make you mine forever. But there are still so many pests standing in our way, so many vermin trying to ruin our future happiness. Until then..."
Her voice darkened, eyes gleaming with an eerie determination. "I will eliminate them all for you. I will cleanse this world and make it truly ours. No one will come between us. No one will take you away from me."
Her fanatic devotion sent a thrill through me.
"Yes, no one will take it away from us," I agreed, my hand reaching up to stroke her soft, golden hair.
She melted into my touch, her body trembling slightly from the affection.
I liked her more and more as time passed.
Honestly, every other girl felt bland compared to her.
Tiresome. Replaceable.
But… let's see if she could truly satisfy me on her own. If she could, I wouldn't mind indulging in her completely—for the rest of my life, even.
But only time would tell.
For now, however, I was more than satisfied with her.
Without hesitation, I pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling her warm, soft body press against mine.
She snuggled closer, nuzzling against my chest, her breathing slow and content.
We stood there in silence, the fresh wind grazing against us, basking in each other's presence.
"Brother..." she exhaled, her voice filled with bliss.
I smirked. "What is it?"
"What Servant do you want to summon for the Holy Grail War, brother?" Manaka reluctantly pulled away from our embrace, her sharp gaze locked onto mine.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "I already told you, didn't I? I don't care about participating—I just want to watch the chaos."
Manaka's expression hardened.
"They aren't for you to fight with," she said firmly. "They will be your bodyguards. Your very loyal bodyguards."
There was something unsettling about the way she said that, her protectiveness bordering on sheer madness.
I deadpanned.
Since when the fuck were Heroic Spirits and legends from the past supposed to be personal bodyguards?
But at the same time… if it was Manaka, of course she'd come up with some insane logic like this.
"Then I'll choose White Princess as my bodyguard. That should be sufficient and the safest choice, right, Manaka?" I said, my tone casual.
Of course, that wasn't the only reason I picked her.
In truth, I wanted to see if White Princess was as naïve as those countless Chinese novels made her out to be. The whole "pure, gullible, untouchable beauty" trope was plastered all over fanfics, and I was curious if reality matched the bullshit people wrote.
Yeah, I never played Tsukihime. Never touched FGO either. All my knowledge came from fanfiction, random wiki dives, and maybe a few doujins—nothing more. I never had the time to waste grinding through gacha hell or reading deep lore. My life was a relentless cycle of study, study, and even more goddamn study. Too many businesses to handle, too many responsibilities. My only escapes were writing fanfics, reading them, and occasionally watching movies or anime in the dead of night, maybe squeezing in a game or two when I wasn't drowning in stress.
So if White Princess really was as naïve as those stories suggested, then this was a golden opportunity. If I could manipulate her, it'd be game over for anyone who even thought about messing with me. A walking, talking nuclear bomb at my beck and call—ready to obliterate any dumbass courting death.
At my response, Manaka frowned. Her eyes flickered with hesitation, her fingers twitching slightly as if she were debating whether to grant my request. Then, she stared straight into my eyes and asked the real question.
"You know her… Why must it be a beautiful woman, of all the Servants?"
I smirked, amused by how quickly she caught on.
"Obviously because I don't want any random boy getting near my beautiful little sister," I said, pinching her nose.
The moment my fingers brushed against her skin, her cheeks flushed red like a ripe fruit. She was so damn easy to tease.
"I've always been yours, brother," she said in a firm, unwavering voice. "I won't let a single man touch me."
That level of devotion sent a thrill through me.
Satisfied, I grinned. "That's why I like you, Manaka."
She pouted, still glaring at me despite her obvious pleasure at my words. "Don't change the topic, brother… Why does it have to be a beautiful woman?"
I shrugged at her question, keeping my expression perfectly nonchalant.
"Is there any female Servant that isn't beautiful?"
She hesitated. Checkmate.
Manaka looked at me with doubt. "Why do you seem to know so much about this world, brother?"
I leaned in slightly, my smirk never fading. "You do too, don't you? Maybe it's fate… maybe that's why we're destined to be together, Manaka."
Only someone like me—shameless as fuck—could say that kind of corny shit with a straight face.
But instead of questioning me further, her eyes lit up with joy.
She believed it. She believed this ridiculous, half-assed reasoning like it was divine gospel.
"Yes… it's fate," Manaka murmured, her voice soft, almost reverent.
She bought my bullshit completely.
And honestly? I fucking loved that about her.
I couldn't resist her silliness and pure fucking adorableness—so I didn't. I grabbed her, crushing my lips against hers, claiming her mouth with the kind of hungry, possessive kiss that left no room for doubt.
My arms wrapped around her, holding her close with the fierce, primal possessiveness of a man who refused to share—who wanted his woman to belong to him completely. Heart, body, soul—every fucking part of her was mine.
As we kissed, our tongues tangled in a heated, messy battle—wet, needy, desperate. I could taste the soft moan she let out, the way her breath hitched as I deepened the kiss, devouring her like she was the only thing that mattered.
I lifted her petite frame with ease, pulling her against me until her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. Her panties dragged up against my trousers, pressing right against my cock, making her shudder.
She felt it. Felt me.
And fuck, that only made me worse.
I kissed her harder, rougher, taking her mouth like a man starved, grinding against her as I held her tight, as if daring her to even think of pulling away.
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I'm holding the next chapter hostage, so hand over all your powerstones if you want it to be released.