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[Mana Transfer - Another Way]
Thanks to
@Armoury for the beta!
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"Aren't you going to
touch me?"
It was a hell of a question to be honest, and as she had you pressed against the wall you had very little choice in the matter. You had never had sex, hell, you had never had a girlfriend, and Medea coming onto you like this all at once was more than enough to send every inch of your body into overdrive. There was a very loud, very horny part of your brain that was demanding you grab ahold of Medea by the shoulders and succumb to whatever the hell she wanted. But another, quieter… yet far stronger part of your brain won out, the part that recognized that there was something wrong about all of this.
You move your hands to grasp her by the shoulders, doing your best to only look Caster in the eyes. "If… you need mana, is there other ways? It doesn't seem like you want to do… this."
Medea looks up from where she had been sliding down your pants, a skeptical look on her face as she searches your own. Something that does, admittedly, do wonders for your libido now that she's no longer seemingly focused on seducing you. "I am offering my body to you, is that not enough?"
You shake your head. "It's… well, it's lovely, really. But you don't seem to want this… and I didn't save you just to have sex with you, and I don't consider it a reward anyway." You squeeze your eyes shut as Medea stands back up. "You're beautiful… but I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with."
You open your eyes a few seconds later, only to freeze as you find Caster's face a few inches away from your own. "Close your eyes boy."
You close your eyes, still pressed against the wall. You hear little else but her breathing, it causes a shiver to run through your as you feel her breath against your neck. With your eyes closed you could focus on… other things, namely the swell of her breasts against your own chest, the feeling of her leg rubbing against your own. And the faint but present scent of lilac.
Any further thoughts however, are wiped out as you feel her lips press against your forehead, anything after that, however, was a mystery to you. As you collapsed to the floor like a doll.
—
Medea… Caster, elected to stay at the house as you went to school that morning. She had informed you that she had some work to do around the building. If you had to guess, it likely had something to do with those weird hand gestures you had seen the day before. Regardless, she seemed in a remarkably pleasant mood, especially considering how she seemed as morose as a borrowed cat until recently. Still little in the way of smiles, but she was at least there for breakfast and was amicable, if not a chatterbox.
You had awoken in your own bedroom, fully dressed thankfully, and had slept until your alarm. The only sign that Caster had done anything at all was a brief spell of lethargy that went away with breakfast. She had, apparently, drained your mana via a command spell and a… regular spell she had decided not to describe to you. Either way she had mana now, which was good… if you got run over by another freight train shaped like a spearman you would rather you have some method of dealing with it other than a particularly large rock.
… It did nothing for your mood however to now have the second night of three where you hadn't fallen asleep naturally. You couldn't help but worry this was doing something rather poor to you physiologically. But then, magic. You assumed it was bad for you regardless. The fact that your magic training felt like someone was welding a two-by-four into your spine was proof enough of that… you should probably ask Caster about that actually, she would likely know a better way, or any way at all that didn't involve screaming.
You were just happy she was wearing clothes when you saw her in the morning. She was beautiful, frankly she was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life. Circe was voluptuous and tall, and more than a little flashy and showy. But she was also extant in only a dream. Medea was real, in all sorts of fascinating ways your teenage body appreciated and desired to worship. Servants were just… unfair.
"Shirou! Good morning!" a familiar voice calls out to you, breaking you from your thoughts.
You glance up from where you had been watching your feet to see Sakura standing at the intersection just a few blocks from your house and yours. The Matou household and your own were equidistant to the school, which mean for the last several years you had been walking to the school together with Sakura. To your relief, she was smiling.
"Morning Sakura."
Sakura's smile widens, and she moves to walk beside you. "Has everything been alright? Since the… servant attack?"
There was an undercurrent of worry in her tone. No, that's wrong. There was a tidal wave of worry in her tone barely held in check by a cracking floodwall.
"Haven't had anything happen since," you lie. A lot of things had happened, just none of them had tried to kill you.
Well.
Caster tried to kill you, but that didn't involve being beaten to death by a hulking monster. "It's been peaceful, besides Taiga working me to the bone yesterday," you reply.
Sakura lets out a giggle, her hand moving to cover her mouth. "She
was rather upset with you."
"That's putting it mildly, yes." You reply, frowning. "Not like I chose for all of this to happen."
"Well, you did go out of your way to save Caster."
You frown even more deeply. "Was I not meant to? She needed my help."
Sakura purses her lips, but says nothing for several minutes as you both continue walking. You head through the shopping area, a faint awkwardness passing between you that is quickly replaced by quiet peace. Around you are students, with Homurahara academy being the largest school around, it saw the largest amount of students, and there was something comforting being around so many people again.
The last few days had been rather nerve wracking in that regard. "You hear anything regarding Minori?" you ask.
Sakura doesn't respond, and you turn your head to look at her. She had her gaze focused on one of the displays, a row of computers lined up facing outwards towards the street. Each displayed the same image, a pink… background of some sort, with a rotating flower along with text that read… "Hack successful?" you repeat. "New ad campaign?"
Sakura tilts her head, staring at the screen. Then shrugs her shoulders. "I haven't heard anything about Minori. Ayako will certainly know."
Yes. Ayako. His older sister and your boss as far as archery was concerned. You had spent most of Saturday cleaning all the archery supplies then handed them off to Taiga. "She'll probably be cross with me for missing practice…" you say with a sigh.
"Probably, but you had a good reason at least?" Sakura offers.
"That's rarely if ever been a good excuse to her," you reply. "She's still better than Shinji in that regard, but Ayako can be a tyrant as well."
Sakura frowns at the mention of her brother, then lets out another giggle. "They both need you at least. When was the last time you missed the target?"
"... A year ago," you admit. You had given thought of quitting the sport all together, you had nothing more to
grow with doing it, you were… basically perfect at Kyudo. But Taiga had been rather firm in her insistence that you needed a hobby besides fixing stuff around the school.
"She can't stay mad at you for very long if you keep doing that," Sakura replies.
"She can, since she's bound and determined to be better at it than me," you say with a sigh. "With any luck she won't be waiting for me at the gate at least.
—
"I'll go ahead to class," Sakura says. The violet haired girl speed walking past you into the school grounds… and past Ayako.
Sakura was abandoning you, you will remember that for later.
Ayako was standing at the gate, her arms crossed underneath her bust and a ticked off expression on her face. The other students gave her a wide berth as she glared at you, and, like a man walking towards his execution. You stepped up towards your club manager. "Good morning, Ayako."
Ayako's eyes narrowed, her brown hair shifting in the morning breeze as she stared up at me. You had known Ayako for years, sometimes as a friend, usually as a one-sided rival. Her looking like this wasn't unusual, though looking like this so early in the morning
was. "I need to borrow you, archery club.
Now."
With that she turns around and walks off towards the archery building, leaving you to stare after her for a moment before you follow along. A few of the students wish you well, a few more wonder what it was exactly you did to piss her off. The archery building was apart from the rest of the school, not far, but it was its own building near the fence. As you follow along Ayako opens up the door and slips inside.
Following her in, you spot the freshly prepared archery supplies sitting against the far wa-
"Close the door," Ayako commands.
You do so, awkwardly standing just in front of it with your bag held in one hand. Ayako stood just in front of her, her hands clenched at her sides and her gaze firmly on you. She was no longer glaring, instead she just seemed rather… tense. You have only a few moments to process that, before her hand shoots out to grab you by your collar. She yanks you forward and down, pulling you into a… chaste kiss?
Ayako's eyes close, and her other hand moves around behind your neck to hold you there. You stand there, still, not sure what to do for several seconds. Before Ayako pulls away, a heavy blush on her face with her eyes half lidded. She stares into your eyes for several seconds more before she steps back, straightening up and wiping her lips with the back of her sleeve. "Minori said you saved him from a mugger, consider that a… Thank you."
Oh. He remembered you helped? You thought he was unconscious. You don't say that of course, in fact, you don't say anything as Ayako looks away towards the wall. "You could… you did a good job taking care of the archery equipment, and I owe you one. Maybe we could meet up for… a dinner, or something, sometime. I prefer older guys, but you aren't bad."
You process that, then feel your own cheeks start to burn up. Ayako
likes you? Well, you sort of felt she had a crush in the past, but you had never looked into it because you frankly couldn't see why anyone would find you attractive. "Are… you asking me to be your boyfriend?"
Ayako's eyes snap back towards you. "Is that a problem if I am!?"
"N-no?" you reply.
"Then what's your answer?"
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This does not lock any romance route.
[] [Yes]
[] [No]