"Emiya Kiritsugu?"
The moment Maiya heard this name, she lunged to the side of the injured and fallen Emiya Kiritsugu, shaking his body, which was somewhat weak from blood loss, with a trembling that felt like finding something lost: "I finally... finally found you!"
Emiya Kiritsugu was somewhat bewildered by this sudden intense reaction. His long career as a killer made him instinctively rise with strong vigilance.
He had a nickname that struck fear into people's hearts—"Magician Killer."
Deep in his heart, he hated all Magicians in the world. This stemmed from his unbearable childhood nightmare—he had witnessed how the Dead Apostle created by a Magician—who happened to be his biological father—turned the entire village into a place of death.
"You... why are you looking for me?" Emiya Kiritsugu asked, full of wariness, enduring the pain.
Kanjuro's instruction flashed through Maiya's mind—"You are an undercover agent."
She naturally couldn't say the real reason, so she quickly reined in her outward emotions, put on a feigned cold expression, and said, "Because I admire your abilities. Your physical fitness and your style of doing things are very remarkable. If I cooperate with someone like you to carry out assassination missions, it would surely be very... interesting."
Emiya Kiritsugu just scrutinized Maiya with those eyes that had seen too much death.
After a while, he finally managed to prop himself up with his arms. "Anyway... thanks for your help."
"Mhm." Maiya breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. Master Kanjuro, where are you right now? I really want... to see you again.
She successfully went undercover by Emiya Kiritsugu's side and began her mission.
She remembered Kanjuro's promise—that he would visit her every month.
Meanwhile.
Kanjuro was lying lazily in a room decorated with an extremely luxurious atmosphere.
The air in the room was warm, filled with an ambiguous, crimson aura.
Tohsaka Aoi, Takashiro Hiroko, Morimoto Reina, Morimoto Leona, Yukinoshita Yukino, Yuigahama Yui... women of various charms were currently surrounding him, serving him with all their heart.
And Kanjuro, by himself, was able to effortlessly satisfy the infinitely magnified desires and cravings of all these women.
This was all thanks to his unique, extraordinary asset derived from the "spear of longinus."
Sometimes, a session of frantic pleasure would even last for an entire week.
This place had become a forest of meat and a pool of wine, a den of extreme debauchery belonging to Kanjuro alone.
Kanjuro's heart was not yet fully satisfied; he was still planning to add some new, more "interesting" members to his "harem"—for example, the future "Sakura" and "Rin."
His gaze swept nonchalantly over the already showing bellies of Tohsaka Aoi, Yukinoshita Yukino, and Yuigahama Yui.
"Master is really something. Even though he's already made us pregnant, he still won't let us off easily..." one woman teased, her tone full of sweet compliance.
"Master Kanjuro, is something on your mind?" Takashiro Hiroko asked softly as she considerately massaged Kanjuro's shoulders.
The sister duo, Morimoto Reina and Morimoto Leona, held Kanjuro from front and back, trying to give him "the warmth of love" and "loving hugs" with their soft bodies.
Kanjuro suddenly felt a familiar fluctuation of power originating from a higher dimension!
Everything around him froze instantly—time had stopped flowing once again.
The door opened silently, and a woman with small, curved ram horns, a face that could topple nations, and an aura of charm and mystery stepped inside.
This time, she had changed into an elegant black evening gown. Her eyes held tender affection as she looked at Mr. Kanjuro, yet they also carried a hint of playfulness: "Mr. Kanjuro, you really are... as dissolute and romantic as ever."
"So it's Chiyo," Kanjuro said, not surprised at all. Instead, he gave a wicked smile and reached out, intending to pull this Demon Sister into his arms. "Speaking of which, it seems I haven't'seen' you in a long time."
He was preparing to give Chiyo a "high-intensity output" just as he did with the other women, only to find himself seemingly hitting an invisible iron wall, unable to truly reach her core.
Chiyo winked mischievously and chuckled, "Don't be in such a hurry, Kanjuro. I've come this time to give you a 'reward'."
"A reward?"
"You successfully caused Tohsaka Aoi to fall into darkness and orchestrated that brilliant death drama for Tohsaka Tokiomi; your actions were practically perfect. This is the reward I am granting you."
"Why can't you just give yourself to me as the ultimate reward?" Kanjuro gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with the desire for conquest.
Chiyo chuckled. Instead of retreating, she proactively leaned down... She raised her blurred eyes, her voice alluring: "Is this... still not enough?"
"Not enough!" Kanjuro growled, his temper flared. "Because I want to completely conquer you!"
"The more something is unattainable, the more you crave it... This is very much in line with your nature, Kanjuro."
Chiyo's voice reached straight into his heart. "But, it's still far from enough. You need to make five more women experience true 'darkening'... At that time, I might seriously consider satisfying this... wish of yours."
"Fine!"
Kanjuro took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart, and glared at Chiyo, accepting this "mission."
Chiyo smiled with satisfaction and reached out a slender finger, lightly tapping Kanjuro's forehead.
Instantly, a new, cold, and powerful force flooded into Kanjuro's perception.
He felt as if his eyes had been injected with an essential power that could pierce through falsehood, allowing him to see through all barriers and disguises.
"This is the 'Demon-Breaking Eye'." Chiyo leaned against Kanjuro's neck, her breath like orchids as she whispered in his ear, her voice full of temptation. "Is Big Sister good to you?"
"What use does this ability have?" Kanjuro asked calmly, feeling the change in his eyes.
"It will come in handy eventually." Chiyo gave a mysterious smile.
"After all, in the world of Magicians and Mages, those annoying bounded fields and illusions are quite a headache. Keep it up, Mr. Kanjuro~"
After speaking, her graceful body flickered like a phantom, and before Kanjuro could make another move, she had turned into a wisp of blue smoke and vanished without a trace.
Kanjuro stood where he was, taking a deep breath of the air that seemed to still hold her seductive scent.
This Demon Sister was always like this, coming suddenly and leaving with ease.
However, at the thought of the possibility of completely conquering and ravaging her in the future, a wave of indescribable secret pleasure and anticipation welled up in Kanjuro's heart.
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