"Let me ask you something…"
Seated high upon his throne, Vlad III regarded Rhodes with a complicated expression, authority weighing on his voice.
"That mirror your doll used—was it a Noble Phantasm?"
The question carried doubt, yet certainty bled through it all the same.
"That's correct."
Having just taken an enormous bite out of Yggdmillennia's coffers, Rhodes adopted an air of smug composure.
"Tamamo-no-Mae is my golem. Using a Heroic Spirit as the foundation and a fragment of the Lesser Grail as the medium, I completed a 'Legend-Bearing Golem.' Fame recorded in human history is crystallized into form. Even Noble Phantasms can be manifested and wielded as my tools."
"So that's how it is…"
Vlad III fell silent, studying Tamamo-no-Mae—not merely admiring her beauty, but dissecting her nature with a ruler's caution.
Yet under Rhodes' craftsmanship, her depths were unreadable.
"…Very well."
Vlad closed his eyes and sighed. Under Darnic's stunned gaze, he spoke.
"I approve it. We will proceed according to Mr. Rhodes' terms. Mr. Gordes, do not resent us. If you earn sufficient honor in the Holy Grail War, Yggdmillennia may yet continue to support the Musik family."
"What generosity. I was ready to haggle," Rhodes said lightly, driving the wedge deeper.
He took Tamamo-no-Mae's hand and turned toward the hall's exit, his mocking voice scattering behind him.
"A splendid show, Mr. Gordes. If you want revenge, feel free to chase me."
Gordes remained rooted in place. His face twisted with rage, yet he made no move.
When Vlad III sided with Rhodes, Gordes had already lost. Any further provocation would have been suicide.
"Oh, one more thing."
At the doorway, Rhodes turned back with a smile.
"Legend-Bearing Golems built on Heroic Spirits can be mass-produced."
"As long as the Heroic Spirits consent, creating tens of thousands of them isn't a problem."
With that, he departed. RyuZU slammed the gilded doors shut behind them.
The hall fell into an unnatural silence.
Masters and Heroic Spirits alike were lost in thought. Behind Vlad III, Darnic clenched his fists so hard his nails pierced his palms, blood dripping freely—yet he paid it no mind.
What Rhodes had revealed carried unparalleled impact.
A technology that could elevate Yggdmillennia to rival the Mage's Association—or reduce everything to ruin.
It promised revolution.
And the future of magecraft itself.
◇◇◇
Late at night, inside Rhodes' workshop.
"Ha… ha… ah…"
Disordered panting echoed through the room.
Rhodes recognized that voice instantly. Tamamo-no-Mae.
"Tamamo? Are you all right?"
He frowned and turned. She stood behind him, cheeks flushed dangerously red, heat rolling off her body like steam.
"Master… Master…"
She ignored his question, calling his name again and again.
"I'm here. What's wrong?"
Alarmed, Rhodes stepped forward and grasped her hand. Heat surged into his palm at once.
"I'm sorry, Master. I couldn't hold back…"
She slipped from his grasp and wrapped herself around him from behind.
Warmth. Dampness. Fabric brushing skin.
Rhodes froze.
Then her teeth sank into his neck.
"Tamamo…"
Pain meant nothing. Blood trickled warm down his skin as he spoke gently, hand rising to stroke her head.
Her body trembled, but she didn't resist.
Pink strands swayed softly. Her familiar scent filled his lungs.
"Master…"
She released him at last. The heat in her body eased slightly.
Her tongue followed, carefully licking the wound clean, tender and apologetic.
"My Master… I don't want to hold back anymore."
She appeared before him, eyes glazed, smile shameless. Her fingers slid beneath his clothes.
Electric pleasure raced through him. His skin burned.
"Do Heroic Spirits go into heat too?"
His breathing grew heavy and hot. Feeling the pleasure coursing through his body, Rhodes let out a bitter laugh and pulled Tamamo's delicate form close.
"This is all Master's fault," Tamamo giggled sweetly.
Then she shoved him roughly onto his workbench, straddled him with her legs, and sat down on top of him.
She couldn't hold back anymore. The desire she'd been craving had long since broken through reason. As if reverting to her beastly nature, she clung tightly to Rhodes, panting heavily, as though trying to melt him into her own body.
Rhodes' clothes had already been shredded by Tamamo. Her sharp claws slashed through—not even a second's resistance—and his garments scattered into rags.
Her soft hand brushed across his cock, and it instantly transformed into a towering pillar, standing rock-hard.
Gazing at it with infatuation, Tamamo revealed her already dripping wet pussy, lined herself up, and sank down. Her slick, wet passage smoothly swallowed his cock whole.
Satisfied, Tamamo threw her head back and let out a loud moan. Then, savoring the friction inside her, she began wildly gyrating her slender waist.
Eyes half-closed in ecstasy, Tamamo focused on twisting her hips, feeling the cock stimulating every inch of her tight passage.
"Ahh~~!"
Rhodes groaned in pleasure. With each twist of Tamamo's hips, intense waves of sensation pulsed through his cock every second.
"My own Heroic Spirit, riding on top of me like this… I'll have to discipline you properly."
"Hehe, if Master still has any strength left after I'm satisfied, then I don't mind being disciplined~"
Tamamo's cheeks were flushed red, but the movements of her lower body didn't slow in the slightest.
"Master should move too! Put some effort into it~!"
Tamamo moaned, while Rhodes beneath her was screaming internally.
Not from pain—but because it felt too good. The pleasure was overwhelmingly intense. If this continued, he'd be the first one to give out.
As a man, having less stamina than a woman was nothing short of humiliating—even Rhodes wasn't immune to that.
Still, despite his thoughts, as Tamamo's sweet moans drifted past his ears, Rhodes couldn't help but thrust his hips up and down.
"Yes! That's it!"
Tamamo cried out wildly, her movements growing more frenzied. Even Rhodes felt the urge to just surrender and let himself be conquered.
Wet squelching sounds echoed as obscene fluids continuously flowed from where their bodies joined.
"Hah… hah…"
Rhodes gasped for air, as if trying to use it to shore up his crumbling defenses.
"Don't underestimate me!"
Rhodes roared, clamping his legs tight around Tamamo. He began matching her wild movements, thrusting upward to meet her.
"Kyaah!!"
The tip of his cock rammed all the way into the soft flesh at the deepest part of her passage. Tamamo let out a sharp cry.
"I'm still a man, after all!"
Saying this, Rhodes thrust his hips while pressing his lower abdomen tight against where they joined. His hand slid up her thigh to tease the pearl at the entrance of her pussy.
"I won't give up that easily!"
While his fingers toyed with her clit, Rhodes accelerated the movement of his hips, the motion of his spear battering her gates repeating endlessly.
Hearing the wet sounds from below, Tamamo's expression turned flushed. She gasped for air as if suffocating.
Seeing this, Rhodes smirked and instantly sped up his thrusting.
"Ah, ahhh ahhh! ~~Ahhh!"
Unable to even speak anymore, Tamamo moaned loudly, her arms wrapping tightly around Rhodes' body.
Before Rhodes could say anything, sharp pain shot through his back—Tamamo's nails had dug into his flesh.
"Now this is more fun!"
Rhodes wore a wild grin. This level of pain, compared to the pleasure of fucking Tamamo, was nothing but a stimulant.
As his movements quickened, the walls of Tamamo's passage clenched tighter and tighter.
Sensing that she couldn't hold on much longer either, Tamamo twisted her hips like mad, trying to drag Rhodes down into the abyss of pleasure before she lost herself completely.
After dozens of thrusts, a tingling numbness shot up their spines and straight to their brains. A sense of fulfillment flooded both their minds.
Rhodes squeezed Tamamo tight, pressing her huge breasts flat against his chest. Using every ounce of strength, he pumped his thick, cloudy cum deep into her passage.
At the same moment, Tamamo's body arched violently like a shrimp, and she let out an orgasmic moan.
As the bullets of semen fired again and again into their 'target,' Tamamo's body convulsed. Then, white frothy foam bubbled up from where they were joined.
"Master, I acknowledge it—you're a real man."
Completely satisfied, Tamamo lay in Rhodes' arms, her lotus-like arms wrapped around his neck as she giggled sweetly.
"You think this is over?"
Rhodes snorted softly.
"Don't men need a while to recover after doing it once? Does Master have some other trick?"
Tamamo looked confused, her limp body still sprawled motionless on top of Rhodes.
"Of course—because I'm no ordinary man!"
Laughing loudly, Rhodes took control. He picked Tamamo up and flipped her over onto the table, making her brace herself with her hands on the surface.
"Wah—!"
Before the flipped Tamamo could understand what was happening, his rock-hard cock had already breached her defenses again.
"How is this possible…"
Tamamo struggled against the pleasure. In the period right after orgasm, the sensations were even more intense.
"That's why I told you—don't underestimate your Master!"
As he spoke, Rhodes buried his cock to the hilt, making Tamamo's body arch backward. Her huge breasts bounced up and down with a force that seemed to come from nowhere.
When Rhodes slammed in hard, Tamamo's eyes went wide, a dazed look of pleasure filling them.
"S-So rough…"
"That's right—this is what I call disciplinary revenge."
Rhodes kept himself fully hilted inside her and pressed his hips forward, pushing Tamamo's body flat against the table until she could only support herself on her elbows and forearms.
"Let me see how slutty you can be, Tamamo."
Rhodes murmured in her ear while pushing his cock against her cervix.
"Yes… if it's for Master… mmm… your cock, inside my body, squelching in and out… ahh—!"
Tamamo babbled mindlessly, her hips moving on their own.
"You're so beautiful. I love you, Tamamo."
Rhodes said, licking the tip of her tail.
"I-I too… I love Master, love you the most…"
Whether conscious or not, Tamamo's face bloomed with a blissful, dreamlike expression.
"Mm, you're mine. Forever."
Rhodes inhaled her scent with infatuation, gently biting her fluffy ear as he whispered.
"I'm Master's, so… pamper me more, and fuck me."
Tamamo's body trembled as she replied almost reflexively. By now, she was supporting her upper body entirely on the table, her knees hanging limp as if they might give out at any moment.
"Good girl, good girl! Then I'll give it to you—the best gift."
Saying this, Rhodes began a high-speed piston motion. After about a hundred strokes, his body shuddered violently. Cum erupted from the tip of his cock, flooding her honeypot, her thighs, dripping down her alluring ass and onto the floor.
"There—that's the most beautiful gift."
Rhodes laughed as he squeezed out the last drop of cum from his glans and smeared it on the last untainted spot on Tamamo's ass.
◇◇◇
Morning light spilled across Yggdmillennia Castle, bringing vitality to the weathered fortress.
The secret Rhodes revealed plunged the family into lockdown. Darnic placed surveillance on every Master and Heroic Spirit present.
If this knowledge spread, even the Clock Tower would descend on Trifas like starving dogs.
Rhodes walked the corridor with Tamamo-no-Mae and Chiron.
The centaur sage had been glaring at Tamamo-no-Mae for half an hour.
"Hey," Rhodes snapped. "Stop following me. This is surveillance."
"Not at all," Chiron replied calmly.
"Once the Holy Grail War ends, Mr. Darnic intends to step down and recommend you as Yggdmillennia's leader. This is merely protection."
"Oh?" Rhodes scoffed. "Yggdmillennia is far too small for my ambitions."
"That's for you to decide," Chiron said with a wry smile. "I'm just a bodyguard. Also… this is to prevent you from being 'taken.'"
"Taken?" Rhodes stiffened. "By who?"
"Astolfo," Chiron said gently.
"One of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins. He wants a body to act freely in the modern world and has been attempting to abduct you."
"…Sixteen attempts so far. All thwarted."
"And he said he won't give up if you refuse."
Rhodes went pale.
Crossdressers were terrifying.
Now he truly understood.
"…Fine."
He stopped before a door.
"Tell Astolfo that once he finds a fragment of the Lesser Grail, I'll consider helping him create a body. Until then, he is not to bother me again."
"Traps are dangerously fuckable!"