[FMMISM] Chapter 71: I Really am a Scumbag

In the dead of night in the city of Fuyuki, the Pendragon sisters surrounded Ragna like a cheesy sandwich.

From behind, Artoria wrapped her arms around him, pressing her soft body against his shoulders.

Their fingers intertwined as she breathed her warm, fragrant air onto his cheek. Not only that, she even leaned her waist against his tailbone to prevent him from escaping.

In front, Morgan, standing in the cold corridor outside the door, cheerfully discussed tomorrow's plans with Ragna.

"Master, if it's convenient tomorrow, let's go visit the shopping street in Miyama before evening. I heard it's a unique commercial culture in Japan, so I'm a bit curious. I did a little research today, and it turns out the shopping street will have an event tomorrow…"

"Hmm, sure. If you want to go, I'm more than happy to accompany you."

As Ragna said this, he suddenly felt a warm current flowing into his chest.

Looking down, he realized it wasn't his imagination.

Artoria had lifted his pajamas with her snow-white hand, slipping it inside like a snake. After her delicate hand roamed over his chest for a moment, it finally rested on his heart.

Ragna could feel that the warmth from her palm seemed to say—'this is what truly makes your body warm'.

"..."

At this moment, Ragna couldn't help but remember an R18 netorare doujin from his past life and began to imagine—

Ragna: The 'heroine' in the story, outwardly pure and cute, but inwardly very perverted.

Morgan: The 'NTR-ed victim' in the story and the heroine's partner, who was gentle, thoughtful, intelligent, and caring but lacked exercise.

Artoria: The 'blonde villain' in the story and the victim's sister, with golden hair, a tall stature, a muscular build, and formidable strength.

'No, wait, this script isn't right!' Ragna forcefully destroyed his imagination.

With two soft balls of meat resting on top of him, Ragna bent down in regret.

Thinking about poor Morgan enduring the cold air outside the corridor while he was snuggled warmly in the bedroom with her sister, his lower body unexpectedly reacted.

Setting aside that problematic reaction, Ragna's heart burned with a desire for revenge.

Unwilling to be humiliated by a woman, he would make sure the self-important king understood who the true master of the castle was.

Even so, the only thing he could freely use right now was his left hand.

Already decided, Ragna raised his left hand and quickly reached behind his head, locking Artoria's neck with a reverse grip.

If only she tied her hair into a ponytail, he could grab it.

"!"

Artoria, whose neck was held by the boy in her arms, widened her eyes as she seemed to understand what he was planning to do next.

Unfortunately for her, Ragna didn't give her any time to react.

In no time, Ragna suddenly turned his face and met Artoria's surprised gaze, kissing her moist red lips.

"...Mmm!"

Artoria panicked and let go of Ragna's right hand, trying to retreat.

Seeing this, the perfect opportunity for him to counterattack had finally arrived.

Without wasting time, Ragna's right hand slid back and took advantage of the moment to grasp Artoria's full, luscious thigh.

With this, the roles were reversed, and her body was now completely at his mercy.

Ragna's fingers dug deeply into Artoria's supple, beautiful thighs, leaving faint pink marks on her tender, snowy white skin.

If he were to be honest, the sensation of her fleshy thighs was truly wonderful, momentarily making him forget the taste of her lips.

"Mmph..."

Artoria's breathing grew heavy, her sweet fragrance hitting Ragna's face as she inhaled his boyish pheromones.

Ragna gazed at Artoria's exquisite face so close, savoring the softness of her lips while enjoying her shyness and reluctance.

"Mmmpp... Mmmph..."

To make Ragna stop, Artoria tried to bite his tongue with her teeth, but instead of getting angry, he showed a deeply satisfied expression.

Strangely, this made Artoria shiver all over—of course, it wasn't anger that made her body shiver.

With a soft 'Mmhph', the King of Knights completely succumbed.

Wrapping her arms around the boy's neck, for the first time in her long life, she actively extended her cute, pink tongue.

"Master, is there someone else in your room?"

Morgan's sudden question pulled Ragna out of the depths of debauchery. He realized he almost messed up and quickly released Artoria's body.

At first, he had only intended to punish the annoying little sister to stand up for Morgan, but he had inadvertently become entranced by the taste of the mature King of Knights.

'Sorry, Morgan. I really am a scumbag.'

Shaking his head, Ragna quickly adjusted his clothes, which had been disheveled by Artoria, and faced the door.

"What's wrong, Caster?"

"Although it was very quiet... I think I heard other voices. Is there someone else in your room?" Morgan threw a question.

"..."

Lying was easy, but Ragna didn't plan to do that.

He had already told enough lies.

When it came to sincerity, this was the only way.

Without hesitation, he opened the bedroom door directly.

Ragna walked out in front of Morgan's surprised gaze, stood before her, and then closed the door again.

Since the whole process was quick and the room was very dark, Morgan didn't notice Artoria sitting on the floor.

"Master... why did you come out? Was there really someone else in the room?" Morgan asked confusedly.

Ragna wiped his lips, wet with Artoria's sweet saliva, and replied slowly.

"What are you saying, my heart has only you."

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Five minutes later, Ragna quietly returned to the room.

It was already two in the morning, and the only sound in the silent night was the gentle breathing of Irisviel.

At this moment, the room was pitch black, with only Artoria's emerald green eyes, tinged with gold, shining in the cold night.

After years of using Rhongomyniad as her primary weapon, Artoria's Saint Graph had become semi-divine.

Her eyes, originally emerald green, had taken on a hint of gold, signifying her gradual transformation from a human into a goddess. If she continued to use Rhongomyniad, her eyes would eventually turn pure gold after many years.

At that point, she would no longer be the King of Knights Artoria but would become the Lion King, Goddess Rhongomyniad.

"Did you finish talking with my sister?"

Artoria, sitting on the bed, asked calmly.

"Yeah..."

Ragna pulled back the blanket, climbed into bed, and wrapped his arms around one of Artoria's arms.

"...Huff, it's so cold."

Ragna's gesture of affection surprised Artoria.

"I thought you'd be mad at me."

"Why? Why would I be mad at you? I had a great time just now, you know. Let's do it again next time." Ragna shrugged.

Facing each other, their faces were only a few centimeters apart, causing them to share each other's breaths.

However, the air between them had lost its previous romantic tension.

Both had entered sage-like mode, calmly communicating only with the parts of their bodies above the neck.

"Master is really a strange person… What exactly are you?" Artoria asked softly.

"If you ask your sister, you'll find out."

"Can she know, but not me? She’s obviously hiding something from you, yet you really believe in her?"

"Can you tell?" Ragna asked with a surprised face.

Artoria nodded calmly.

"My eyes have 'clairvoyance', which lets me see things that were impossible to perceive when I was human."

"I see… Alright, I'll tell you, Lancer. My true identity is actually—"

"Enough, I don't want to hear it. Ragna is my Master now, and that's it."

"...Okay."

After silence for a moment, Ragna nodded and held Artoria's arm tighter.

"What were you doing outside just now?"

After closing their eyes, Artoria leaned her face against Ragna's soft hair and asked.

"Can't I skip that question?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Ragna felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

Evidently, Artoria had pinched him under the blanket.

'They're sisters indeed...' Ragna rolled his eyes. "We didn't do anything. We just chatted for a bit."

"You didn't kiss her?" Artoria asked, her tone carrying a hint of expectation.

"No." Ragna answered firmly.

"Is that so… You two are really pure, aren't you..."

Hearing Ragna's answer, Artoria didn't feel happy but rather became inexplicably irritated.

She tilted her head and thought secretly.

'Pure, huh... How great would it be if what he liked about Elder Sister was only her body...'