[FMMISM] Chapter 69: Lancer, Let Me Hug You

After speaking provocatively toward Ragna, Artoria finally closed her eyes with satisfaction.

However, five seconds later, she heard his voice near her ear.

"Hey, Lancer... can I sleep while hugging you tonight?"

"Hmm? Hugging me?" Artoria asked softly.

"Um." Ragna replied, his gaze fixed directly on her.

At this moment, the room was filled with the scent of shower gel, and the peerless king lay defenseless beside him. Adding to her suggestive words earlier, he felt a bit aroused.

He couldn't help but recall the exquisite experience of Irisviel's delicate skin and soft body from the previous night.

If just hugging Irisviel to sleep was so blissful, how heavenly would it be to fall asleep embracing the King of Knight's voluptuous body?

"...Is it okay?" Ragna asked cautiously.

"Hmm..."

Upon receiving the expected reaction, Artoria's heartbeat quickened slightly without her realizing it, while her golden eyebrows rose with pleasure.

'Heh... So understanding, it was worth me enduring the embarrassment to say that.'

Artoria thought amusedly, then opened her beautiful emerald eyes.

"Master, even if you are still a child, you should understand that this is not a request that can be casually made to an unmarried woman. Please be cautious and discreet in the future when around others to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

'Bruh, when I kissed Irisviel, you said married women shouldn’t be disrespected. Now I just want to hug you, and you say that one should be reserved with unmarried women. What do you really want, woman?'

Ragna thought frustratedly.

'Is it wrong for me, a disaster of humanity, to be gentle with this world and every woman in it?'

However, realizing that Artoria hadn't outright refused his request and that there seemed to be some leeway in her tone, Ragna tried again.

"Lancer, I have a habit of hugging soft things to sleep; only then can I sleep peacefully. Last night, I slept hugging Iri."

Noticing Artoria's doubtful gaze, he added again.

"I won't do anything inappropriate. Iri should have told you before. I behaved very properly and honestly all night."

Indeed, when Artoria inquired about this earlier, Irisviel confirmed that Ragna hadn't done anything improper. Even so, it made Irisviel so anxious that she hadn't slept all night.

As a result, the extremely tired Irisviel was now lying beside Artoria, quickly fast asleep. At this point, even if the bed shook violently, she probably wouldn't wake up.

'...What should I do?'

Artoria couldn't help but feel a bit of affection and joy as she watched Ragna's anxious and cute face.

"Master, if you insist on hugging me tonight, please use a Command Spell."

Artoria smiled teasingly as she spoke, but suddenly, in the late-night room illuminated by the amber light of the bedside lamp, a crimson glow appeared.

"By my Command Spell, I command—"

As the magical incantation was uttered from Ragna's lips, his expression was firm.

For him, exchanging a mere Command Spell for the warm embrace of the King of Knights was an obvious choice.

"Lancer, let me hug you—"

"Fool!"

Artoria quickly grabbed Ragna's hand and pressed it down, stopping him from using the Command Spell. Frowning, she looked at the crimson tattoos on his hand with a displeased expression.

"Master, are you out of your mind? You actually plan to use such an important Command Spell on something so trivial? Is our contract really that insignificant to you?"

"No, that's not it." Ragna shook his head and said softly. "Right now, we're in the Fourth Holy Grail War. In the previous three wars, it seems the Holy Church left behind many unused Command Spells. If you want them, I can always go get them for you."

"Not interested." Artoria said decisively.

"You know, what’s more important than mere Command Spells to me is spending time with you…" Ragna's expression was serious. "Artoria, I want to share more meaningful moments with you and make wonderful memories!"

"Hmph, nonsense..." Artoria snorted.

Even though she knew that Ragna was thinking about lewd and improper things, he still put on a serious face as if he were in a job interview, which made her both angry and amused.

"You know, there is a poem that says 'A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold'." Ragna solemnly quoted some nonsense he made up. "It means that a night spent with a beautiful lady is more valuable than Das Rheingold."

Surprisingly, his earnest nonsense piqued Artoria's interest.

"...A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, huh... Hmm, I might actually like this poem."

After a long silence, Artoria turned away from Ragna, hiding her blushing face.

"Now that I thought about it... It's indeed because I forced myself into this situation that you couldn't cuddle with Iri. If I don't offer you some compensation, it might go against the code of chivalry I uphold."

"So?" Ragna asked, holding his breath.

Artoria, with her heavy, towering chest, swallowed nervously.

"On such a rare and good night... I'll make an exception and let you hug me, Master."

"Alright!"

Ragna took a deep breath and quickly embraced the soft, voluptuous body in the sleeping robe from behind.

"!!!"

As soon as he embraced Artoria's body, Ragna felt his body melting. Although her body was quite voluptuous, her body had a flexibility that Irisviel didn't possess.

It seemed to be a testament to the body of a king who was always victorious, forged through countless trials.

Ragna also noticed that Artoria was completely different from all the other women he had held.

As a woman with the heart of a dragon, Artoria's body temperature was slightly higher than normal. Holding her felt like holding a soft, warm heating pad, and the wonderful experience cleared away all of his fatigue from the day.

Inhaling the fragrant scent of the King of Knights, Ragna mischievously blew a breath on the back of Artoria's neck.

"...Ugh."

Artoria's white back trembled slightly in response.

"Don't do weird things, or don't blame me if I get rude, Master."

Artoria's cold voice trembled a bit.

Although she wanted to maintain her kingly demeanor, Ragna knew that this was the first time she had been embraced by the opposite sex.

After spending the last couple of days together, Ragna had become somewhat familiar with this Lancer Artoria—typical high attack but paper-thin defense, a glass cannon.

When it was her turn to attack, she acted dominant like a king, every word and gesture exuding regal authority. But when it was her turn to be on the receiving end, she was no different from an ordinary, innocent girl.

Ragna, with a mischievous grin, rested his chin on Artoria's soft shoulder and breathed gently against her cute earlobe.

"Lancer, what do you mean by 'weird things'?"

Upon hearing his question, Artoria's blush deepened as she bit her lower lip.

"Just—"

Knock Knock Knock

Suddenly, several cold knocks on the door resounded, shattering the intimate atmosphere of the room.