[FMMISM] Chapter 64: It's Obviously Very Pleasant and Delicious

Walking down the street during the day, Lancer Artoria undoubtedly attracted a 1000% rate of head turns.

Unlike her usual masculine attire worn to minimize her presence while accompanying Irisviel, at this moment, the King of Knights had changed into beautiful clothes when going out with Ragna.

At this moment, Artoria wore a water-blue cashmere sweater that hugged her body, revealing her proud, ample chest and sensuous, slender figure. Her lower half featured a form-fitting skirt for ease of movement, with her long, rounded legs encased in black pantyhose.

Meanwhile, her vibrant golden hair was styled into a youthful ponytail, and she wore a pair of iconic London boots suited for the heroine of Nasuverse.

It was no wonder Artoria, who perfectly combined modern beauty with royal elegance, caused a stir on the streets of Fuyuki.

"…Hmph, staring at me non-stop since earlier." Artoria complained.

In response to her remark, Ragna nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, there's nothing to be done about it; the quality of Japanese men is just too poor. I'm just built diff—"

"I'm talking about you." Artoria interrupted him.

"…?" Ragna was taken aback.

"Hmph, not denying it, huh…" Artoria smiled when she saw his reaction. "I see now. I understand a bit why my sister is so fond of you. But speaking of which, seeing her again, it feels like… she's changed a lot compared to before. It's like she's a completely different person... Master, is this all because of your influence?"

Since Artoria's high-and-mighty tone irritated Ragna a bit, he didn't answer and instead changed the topic.

"So, how about you, Lancer?"

"Me?"

"Why are you interested in me?" Ragna said with a joke-like expression. "To be honest, it seems a bit too blatant. You know, the noble and great King of Knights has been making advances on a little boy she just met since last night. I don't think my charm is enough to make you fall for me on the very first day of knowing me."

"Master, is that what you think?" Artoria raised her eyebrows.

"Just a piece of advice, if you're doing this because of a rivalry with your sister, I'd suggest you stop soon." Ragna said in a somewhat emotionless tone.

"…"

Artoria looked at the emotionless Ragna with some surprise.

After hesitating for a while, Artoria said softly, "Indeed, just as Master said, I did develop an interest in you because of my rivalry with my sister, but it wasn’t for her sake that I approached you."

At this point, she paused.

Ragna furrowed his brows in confusion, feeling like he was listening to a sermon.

"It might be her change that has made my heart restless as well. After all, that tyrannical, scheming, and cold-hearted sister of mine is actually behaving like an ordinary human woman..." Artoria gazed at the sky. "What did you do to cause such a big change in her…? That's why I've become curious about you."

Shortly afterward, she gave a regretful, charming smile.

"Sorry, Master. I'll be more mindful of my words and actions from now on... I'm even aware of my own shortcomings. A woman as dull as I am, who's lived her entire life as a man, would only end up causing trouble for men if I tried to imitate my sister and approach them."

"Hmph, is just apologizing enough?" Ragna snorted haughtily after hearing her confession. "To casually toy with an innocent boy's heart and then just walk away—is that what the noble King of Knights does?"

"...I am deeply ashamed and very sorry for that." Artoria sighed.

"That's not enough. You need to make it up to me." Ragna said with his hands on his hips, looking like an arrogant brat.

"Make it up?" Artoria paused for a moment, then continued, "Ahh, could it be that Master wants to treat me like you did with Iri…"

A flush of red appeared on her face as she recalled the scene from their first meeting when Ragna had forcefully kissed Irisviel in the BBQ restaurant.

"I will be honest, Master, I don't think it will be a pleasant experience. Unlike the beautiful and elegant Irisviel, I—"

"Lancer."

With a serious expression, Ragna suddenly interrupted Artoria, who always disparaged herself as a woman, and grabbed her wrist, quickly pulling her into a narrow alley around the corner.

"There are enemies."

Ragna kept his back against the wall, glancing toward the distance as he spoke in a low voice.

"Look over there. In the cafe across the street, those two men sitting by the window…"

Upon hearing that, Artoria put on a solemn expression and squinted toward the direction Ragna pointed out.

"Master, since you were heavily injured just last night, please don't do anything reckless today. I have already decided to dedicate my lance to you, so I will handle—?!"

As Artoria prepared to materialize her magical armor, Ragna suddenly pulled her close with force.

In that instant, standing on his tiptoes, Ragna kissed Artoria's defenseless lips.

"Emph?!"

Artoria's eyes widened in shock as her lips were suddenly taken forcefully.

Ragna did not shy away from her embarrassed and angry gaze, his eyes gleaming with excitement and greed.

At first, Artoria's mind was blank, unable to fully understand what was happening as she let the boy enjoy her lips, but soon, she realized.

Firstly, the appearance of the enemies was, of course, a lie. What Ragna had just done was as deceptive as the previous night when Artoria had tricked him into believing there was a problem with his Command Spells.

Realizing she had been tricked, Artoria tried to resist.

However, Ragna was obviously prepared for this.

One hand wrapped around her slim waist, while the other held her wrist, making it impossible for her to move.

"…Ugh."

Gradually, Artoria stopped resisting, and her stiff body softened.

Her lips, her mind, were now completely occupied by the boy's presence.

In her disheveled breathing, Artoria slowly closed her moist, beautiful emerald eyes, allowing the boy to access her tightly closed, pink-colored lips.

In the dimly lit alley, the passionate kiss lasted a full minute before finally coming to an end.

"Hahh… Hahh..."

After their lips separated, Artoria weakly leaned against the wall behind her.

Her heaving chest rose and fell intensely, and her moist, radiant lips emitted a sweet, blissful breath.

"You're clearly lying, saying that kissing you wouldn't be pleasant at all." Ragna said with a smile, savoring the immense satisfaction and sense of conquest. "It's obviously very pleasant and delicious."