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'Seriously… who would understand the fact I had all these scars on my body. Maybe some battle maniac… that would just be weird.' Ritsuka dismissed the idea since he was certain that no matter what was going to happen, he would have Mash in his life. And probably every heroic spirit who said that they were his.
The only thing he had to worry about was the fact that his natural attitude was drawing in more women into his life. That was horrifying in and of itself. He wouldn't be here forever and it was better that nothing happened.
"Ritsuka! I've come to check on you~" Akeno called out in a sing song the door without a care in the world.
"Thanks. Here I am." Ritsuka passively waved with a bemused smile on his face. Akeno locked the door behind her. 'Fuck…'
'I know Rias said to let Akeno heal me but I could've done it myself… I desperately need an adult at this moment.' Ritsuka impassively screamed in his head while keeping that small smile on his face. It was slightly strained but only because of who was before him.
Akeno had strolled into the room. She was full of confidence and her eyes lit with joy. She was also only wearing a very long white buttoned shirt, at least from what he could see. She also felt dangerous in a way he only felt when it was Artoria Alter or Jeanne Alter's private time.
The two of them hated showing weakness of any sort unless they had him alone. They would then ride him until he was sucked dry expounding their love for him loudly and explicitly. He was not feeling very hopeful…
"Now Ritsuka kun, please take off your shirt." Akeno smiled perversely looking on as Ritsuka reluctantly took off the thin shirt he usually wore to sleep. "Good… now lay down on your back and we'll get started."
Ritsuka ignored the small lick of her lips and the enjoyment she exhibited while he laid on his back. With catlike grace she slunk on top of the bed slowly crawling on top of his body unhooking a single button on her shirt letting only the barest amount of her cleavage to show. Ritsuka let himself take a deep breath as best he could suppressing a small grunt when Akeno sat directly on his crotch.
"Is… is this actually necessary?" Ritsuka questioned. It didn't help that Akeno slowly let her hips move back and forth as if trying to find a comfortable position.
"Oh my Ritsuka-kun, of course it's necessary. How else would I examine your entire body in full detail as I check over your wound." Akeno gave a very convincing look… only broken as she licked her lips once more. "Now quiet… I need to… examine you."
Ritsuka gave off a nervous smile as Akeno did as she said leaning forward and undoing another button. Her fingers gingerly traced each and every scar along his body taking extra care to outline each individual instance of his muscles in excruciatingly slow movements. It took a few more moments of this before she finally got to the wound.
"How horrible… did it hurt much?" Akeno asked clearly breaking out of her little act she was putting on.
"Not really… up until the adrenaline gave up. After that then it was debilitating. I'm feeling better already… already healed it up just fine." Ritsuka answered a bit quicker than he would have liked to. He was never any good when any of the female servants got him in this position and weren't nervous as well. At that point they made it very obvious that they knew what they wanted and mana transfers were the furthest thing from their minds.
"No, no my dear Ritsuka-kun. You will listen to Madame Himejima and listen to her instructions. I will heal this wound… and you will lay there for me." Akeno smiled sweetly though the small pants and slight gyrations of her hips made it very apparent that things would escalate eventually.
Akeno focused her magic into her palm slowly running it over the affected area. Akeno wasn't a healer in any sense of the word but when it came to dealing with damage from Fallen Angels, she was your woman. What was still boiled flesh scabbing over slowly mended to red marks to the telltale signs of old scars white with age.
"Imagine that." Ritsuka brushed his hand over the newly formed skin. It was smooth and the ache that it had gave him was no longer roaring at his body. That also brought the real problem to the forefront because in that small lapse of awareness let Akeno remove two buttons from the bottom of the shirt.
Said shirt was held together by a single button directly between her breasts. The heavier pants caused them to jiggle with each breath she took. Her eyes were focused on his and he could tell how explicitly she wanted him.
Ritsuka mentally grimaced. This was one of those dangerous situations that Emiya had warned him about when someone took the role of the protagonist.
He was also worried about the fact what could come of this. He wasn't against the acts, the problems were more about the matters of the heart.
"So… before you do what you wanted to do since I can tell you want to do that I want you to answer me some things." Ritsuka stopped her hands from removing the last button.
"Mou… if I must." Akeno pouted as her hands rested on his pecs feeling them without any shame before letting her fingers flick at his nipples.
"I'm not against this at all, I want to state first of all." Ritsuka admitted once again a victim of Kiyohime's conditioning. "The problem is that are you really certain of this? We've only met barely a week ago. This is pretty fast, isn't it?"
Akeno stopped flicking his nipple and stared down at him. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head back and forth seemingly thinking about her answer.
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