The girl summoned by the god

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In a long, carpeted corridor,

Fujiwara Genshin, the girl summoned by Caldea as a swordsman,

walked quickly with her head down.

A blush seemed to linger on her cheeks, creating an atmosphere more alluring than usual.

She stopped abruptly in front of a room. It was the room of one of the Master candidates who had been cryogenically preserved after being severely injured in the bombing attack

launched

.

"It seems no one else... saw it..."

The girl whispered weakly at the door, confirming that no one else was around.

"...Just... me."

There was no reply from inside the door to Musashi's voice. However, the automatic door opened, and the girl hurriedly stepped into the room.

It was as if she didn't want anyone else to know she had entered. No—in fact, it should be that she didn't want anyone else to know.

The room prepared for the Master was quite spacious, roughly the size of ten tatami mats. However, despite its large size, the room was filled with a suffocating stench.

The sour smell gradually seeped into his eyes, and the fishy odor, like boiled chestnut blossoms, continued to irritate his nostrils, causing Musashi to frown. Although he had visited this room countless times, he still couldn't get used to the smell.

The air conditioning system, which kept the room well-ventilated, was not the problem. However, if the stench continued to permeate the entire room, it meant that the source of the smell was still inside.

At the far end of the room, there was a bed that was too big for a single person and had no decorations whatsoever. In one corner of the pure white sheets, a man was sitting.

"Welcome. Musashi-chan,"

the owner of this room, whose face was covered with thick fat, smiled, as he was also the source of the stench that filled the room.

"Don't be so intimate..."

Toad. If one had to describe this man's appearance in a single sentence, this would be the most fitting description.

His appearance wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but besides that, his face was covered in

countless bumps, like the bumps of a toad.

His long, narrow eyes were fixed intently on Musashi's body as he entered the room. The viscous gaze, as if licking his entire body, sent shivers down Musashi's spine.

(This, scumbag magician...)

His enormous body, bloated with accumulated fat, stretched the Caldea-issued uniform open from the inside. But something was constantly drawing Musashi's gaze—

(Tsk, I don't want to see this...)

He tried to look away, but couldn't.

His bulging crotch, like a small mountain. Something about the size of two fists seemed to be pushing the fabric out of my pants.

Saliva began to overflow from my mouth.

"And then...did you need something today?"

The man answered, looking at me as I struggled to pull my consciousness away from the suppressed masculine symbol within my

pants .

"Gulp...what is it...?"

The man chuckled after being asked the same question. The reason the man had called Musashi to this room dozens of times, from the past to the present, was always the same.

"Of course, the purpose has been decided long ago, hasn't it, Musashi-chan?"

The man lay his obese body on his back on the bed, emphasizing the bulge hidden between his legs and his fat belly.

"Gulp..."

I reflexively swallowed the saliva that was about to overflow from my mouth. Seeing the girl's expectant gesture, the man's smile deepened.

"P-please let me...serve...you..."

Musashi uttered words of disgust as she stepped over the man's legs. Extending her slender, delicate fingers, she slowly unzipped the man's trousers. The swelling penis inside made the unzipping even more difficult. She adjusted the pressure slightly before pulling it down again. Judging from the girl's movements, she seemed quite used to it.

"Heh..."

The man let out a croaking laugh, a sound Musashi was very familiar with, his massive body trembling slightly.

Under these circumstances, the enormous size pushed open the zipper from the inside.

"Gulp..."

Through the gap, white underwear was visible. The front of the underwear was stained a different color by the gushing, pent-up stench.

The fishy and sweaty smell emanating from inside the underwear was dozens of times stronger than the odor in the room, intensely irritating the girl's nose. It gave her an overwhelming urge to vomit everything in her stomach. But at the same time, her body gradually heated up. Beneath her kimono, her bare crotch, exposed by the man's command, dripped with erotic fluid like Pavlov's dog drooling.

"Even if you didn't show this desire, I'd still pamper you properly today."

"Who wants something like this…?"

Contrary to her words, Musashi's gaze was fixed intently on the bulge between her legs. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing became rapid, and a tearful sheen appeared in her eyes. If anyone saw her expression now, they would all see through her lie.

"Hey, hurry up. This is your Master's order."

"…I…I don't acknowledge you as my Master."

"Even so, your Master is me now, that's a fact."

The man displayed the Command Seals—the proof of his Mastership—engraved on the back of his left hand. It was the unshakeable proof of his status as Musashi's Master. However, the one who summoned her was not this man.

"Ugh..."

The person who summoned Musashi to Caldea was the Master who survived the explosion caused by Lev Lenor and completed the great work of restoring humanity. That was three months ago.

At that time, the Master candidates who underwent cryopreservation gradually completed their magical treatments. Some returned to their hometowns, while others chose to stay in Caldea. This man was one of those who chose to stay.

This man seized Musashi's Master status from her original Master, replacing her as her new Master.

In the original Holy Grail War, seizing a Master's authority would be extremely difficult. Moreover, it would be absolutely impossible if the original Master was completely unaware. However, Caldea's Servant summoning system was quite different from that of the regular Holy Grail War, and it was established with Caldea's support. Furthermore, that system was designed to support multiple Masters.

Furthermore, the person who continued to grow stronger in the battles within the singularities, while his courage and

strength are beyond question.

However, judging from the level of a magician, his level can only be described as ordinary. Moreover, the number of Servants who have formed contracts with him has exceeded one hundred, and that person's power is not strong enough to determine whether the magical energy lines with each Servant are connected.

The weight of Musashi's Master authority being taken away by the man, and the need to prevent the original Master from finding out, weighed heavily on Musashi.

(There's still one week left...)

The reason Musashi reluctantly obeyed this man, besides the Command Seals in his hand, was also as a condition for exchange. If she still refused to obey this man after two months, the Master authority would be returned to the original Master. Therefore, Musashi

would be summoned by this man once a day, and sometimes even two or three times a day, to continuously receive lewd training.

"Hey, hurry up and take it out.

" "I know..."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the heat of that hard and large thing emanated from the front of his underwear, which was stained a different color by the juice of endurance. He rolled up the fabric of his underwear and pulled it out from the inside.

As the fleshy rod, tightly sealed by two layers of fabric, stood up, he seemed to hear a "thud." It was

a huge, thick shaft, almost the size of Musashi's wrist. The tip of the shaft, gleaming with a black sheen like a cockroach, dripped with a sap of endurance. Its imposing appearance seemed to be a weapon specifically designed to drive women (females) mad. Even though he had seen it several times, he was still overwhelmed by its appearance each time he saw it. A

masculine scent, several times more concentrated than before, irritated his nostrils, lingering deep in his mind.

"Hmm, ahh..."

A gurgling sound, a reaction began deep within his womb.

Since the beginning of this life, the magical runes etched by the Command Seals had slowly begun to glow. This base, lewd mark enhances Musashi's sensitivity but robs her of her reasoning, turning her into a shameless female beast. In countless sessions of training so far, this mark has fully exerted its effect, making her completely forget her martial prowess and become obsessed with the obscene pleasure this man provides.

Even if Musashi is an exceptional martial artist, she is now merely a Servant who relies on her Master to maintain her Spirit Origin.

"Gulp..."

A sound rang out as she swallowed the copious saliva that overflowed from her mouth.

(It stinks... the smell of this man's semen, and his sweat...)

Despite feeling the stench was so bad she wanted to cover her nose, she inexplicably took a deep breath. Whenever this stench assaulted her nasal cavity, she felt as if an electric current was passing through the depths of her brain, while her uterus seemed to be whispering subtle pains.

(Hurry up... let's finish...)

Was this her true thought, or just words used to urge herself on to continue pursuing lust? Even Musashi herself didn't know the answer. Shaking her head to dispel the attempt to reach a conclusion, she straddled the man's body, holding the position of straddling his legs.

"Expose your filthy breasts."

"Ugh..."

Following the man's instructions, she exposed her breasts to the air. Her slowly engorged, cherry-like nipples were revealed before her. Originally quite full, her breasts had become even larger after such lewd training, making her presence even more pronounced.

"Good. Sit down like this. Take it slow."

"I... I understand..."

She slowly moved her vulva a few centimeters above the man's erect penis, then

slowly lowered her waist, maintaining a crab-like squatting position. This was also a vicious command given by this man.

"Gurgle, ah, ah-hoo, um..."

Slowly, slowly. Every time she lowered her waist slowly according to the man's command, she could strongly feel the heat of that erect flesh cavity.

(So hot...)

The magic patterns etched on her lower abdomen continued to emit a purplish-red glow. And that glow became more and more brilliant as she slowly descended and got closer to that fleshy rod.

Her hairless secret place was covered with transparent, moist mucus as if she had lost control of her bladder, and silver threads slowly dripped down the fleshy rod.

"What a beautiful sight."

Looking up at this scene, the man's face showed a pleasant smile.

"Haa... um..."

Slowly, she let out a hot breath that she had brought with her before entering this room.

During this time, Musashi's waist continued to slowly descend. Ten centimeters, five centimeters, three centimeters, one centimeter—just when it was about to touch...

"Stop,"

the man's voice stopped her from continuing to descend. This had never happened before.

"Eh...?"

Just a little further in, and the quality of the penetration would be perfect, the secret crevice seemed to be dripping with honey-like fluid, as if expressing dissatisfaction.

"What else do you want?"

She maintained this lewd position with her legs wide open, asking the man a question. But throughout, she felt a burning sensation, as if fire was scorching her from below.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired of this forced service."

"At this point, you still want to say that... Suddenly forced to accept these conditions, it's impossible to be happy..."

The burning sensation from the penis made her feel intense pain in her uterus. Suppressing the moan that was about to escape her lips, Musashi resolutely resisted the man's mockery with a firm reply.

"Although the feeling of forcibly holding you at first was not bad, it's almost gotten a bit tiresome. It's about time you beautifully degenerate."

His selfish words made her clench her teeth and make a grinding sound.

"Though your body is at your mercy, don't expect my heart to be as you wish..."

"You haven't forgotten, have you? I hereby issue this command to my servant, Shinmen Musashi Fujiwara no Morinobu—"

Up until now, this man has consistently used Command Spells to issue lewd orders. Now, summoned as a servant, she can no longer resist.

"Gulp... Anyway, you'll just keep issuing a bunch of lewd orders. But let me make this clear: I will never lose..."

At least, only her heart will not yield. Hidden in her glaring gaze at the man is her strong will. However, Musashi's gaze seems to amuse the man, and a frog-like laugh comes from his mouth.

"--You are not allowed to lie about my question. Answer seriously.

" "Eh...?"

The man's command made Musashi frown in surprise.

Up until now, all the Command Spells this man has used on her have

been .

"Do you like me?"

Faced with the question, her astonishment grows.

(Could this guy... really think I'd like him...? After doing something like this, how could any woman like someone who does something like this...?)

Even if the Command Spell didn't work, there was only one answer.

"Why would you ask such a stupid question? I... I hate guys like you who take pleasure in trampling on other people's dignity." The

biggest curse I'd ever uttered was out of his mouth. I even wanted to spit on him.

"Even after accepting this level of violation, you still didn't give in... Truly worthy of the renowned swordsman Miyamoto Musashi. So, next question. You—yes, your original Master, did you love that person?"

"Wh... no, I... I only..."

I started to deny it, but my voice trailed off. Is this the Command Spell's precept? As a Servant, one cannot resist the commands issued by the Command Spell. So, I couldn't lie to this man.

"...Ah... ugh... the Command Spell... that person's... thing..."

Countless times, because of the Command Spell, I'd been forced to do lewd things. Although I knew I couldn't resist, confessing my feelings to that person in front of this man would only bring me unbearable shame. But she had no other choice; she could only try to resist, then give in.

"I...like..."

In her final moments of resistance, she uttered her true thoughts.

These words brought a wicked smile to the man's face.

"...I knew it. So, have you already slept with him?"

"No...I haven't..."

Forced to speak her true feelings by a Command Seal, this was more humiliating than anything she had endured before, and Musashi's cheeks flushed crimson.

Even though she wasn't a virgin, confessing her feelings to the person she loved in front of this man she hated most—that act alone brought her intense shame and guilt.

"Hahaha... To be loved by such a gorgeous female, yet never use this little hole... How should I put it, is that guy impotent?"

"That guy... is completely different from you. He wouldn't... treat women... like sex toys, like you do..."

"So... do you like my penis?"

"Um... that..."

The man's sudden question left Musashi speechless.

"What's wrong? If you hate it, just say you hate it like before. Anyway, my order is just to forbid you from giving a false answer."

"Ugh, I..."

The words she wanted to say were interrupted. Saliva accumulated in her mouth dripped down the corner of her lips, slowly forming a silvery thread.

"You bastard... filthy, cock, and stuff..."

"Is it filthy?"

"N-no, not filthy... Ha... full of a fishy smell... gurgling, thick veins, slowly crawling... Ha... Of all the cocks I've ever seen... this is... the thickest... the most powerful... Ha... Ha... It's making my head... a little strange... but my mood is... quite comfortable...

...It's just... this cock, oh... why would I... "

No.

I can't say it.

Even if I only say those words once, I—will—"

"Like..."

Cracked.

"Like...?"

My rationality made a crackling sound, slowly shattering.

"Like it so much...??"

My words and my heart both confirmed the man's question.

Originally, after enduring two months of lewd training, Musashi's rationality was quite difficult to maintain. From initially resisting all the orders given by the man, now only her attitude and mouth could express her will to resist. Even if this is just a lie, a way for my fragile self to accept everything

, once spoken, it will tear away the thin layer of deception covering me, shattering it completely.

"Oh...do you like my cock that much?"

The womb, yearning for the seed, slowly descends, descends, descends—falling deeper.

"Like??? Like it??? I hate you, you bastard...but your cock...the huge head...every time it hits me, it feels so good...constantly inside me...stirring inside my little hole...big cock...I like it...I like it the most??"

I succumbed to the power of the Command Seals—no way, this is just using the Command Seals as an excuse, Musashi's heart told herself. Obscene words overflowed from her lungs, through her throat, and poured out of her mouth.

Her waist, which had paused at the man's command, began to sway slowly. Although she was still far from reaching the limits of her strength as a Servant. But before that, she had already reached a certain limit, the limit of Musashi's desire.

"Have you seen that brat's penis?"

"How could I... I don't think so."

"Then imagine it. Do you think that brat's penis can satisfy you?"

"Um, ah..."

Musashi's words paused, indicating that she had already gotten the answer she wanted.

"What do you think, Musashi-chan? Do you think that the head of your favorite guy's penis can touch your deepest sensitive spot?"

"Ugh..."

"Can it completely fill your insides with just the shaft of his penis, like I can?"

"Um... um... because... I've already... I've already tasted this kind of big penis... so that guy's penis... can't satisfy me...?"

Her swaying waist slowly lowered, gradually touching the huge glans. The dripping love honey touched the sap on the penis, making a lewd, wet sound.

"Ugh, mmm?"

"Oh... not yet, Musashi-chan."

Just as Musashi's opening was about to sit down on the tip of his penis, the man stopped her again.

(Why... why not just... tell the truth... anyway... compared to that person... this guy... this master's penis is better...?)

Pink thoughts gradually surfaced in her feverish mind, and she wondered. He should really want to push her down, so why is he stopping her?

And this question was immediately answered.

"This is the last question. Musashi-chan. If you can answer this question honestly, your wish will be fulfilled.

" "What... is it...?"

"It's just a simple multiple choice. Do you want to stay by my side forever, being treated like a sex toy like this, or do you want to return to your beloved Master and resume your status as a Heroic Spirit as if nothing happened... which side will you choose?"

As the man said, it was a very simple either/or question.

"Master... my..."

"Oh... even in the end you still choose to go back to that guy?"

"I... swordsman, Shinmen Musashi-no-kami Fujiwara no Morinobu? Will be Master's sex toy...

please, use me as you please forever?"

In that instant, the last remaining shred of rationality in her heart shattered.

"Goo-hee! Goo-heo-heo-heo!"

The Master's laughter. To show off his victory, he let out a laugh like a frog's croak.

"Very good, Musashi-chan. I agree to let your little hole swallow your favorite big cock."

"Very, thank you very much?"

Goo-choo, goo-choo.

Musashi's waist sank further, the huge root buried in the secret crevice filled with lustful fluid, making a rather lewd sound.

"Hmm? Haa? Master's (Master's) big cock? It's inside, I'm going to come?"

Body and soul, without the slightest resistance. The insertion continued dozens, hundreds of times. But—

"This is the first time I've felt a penis since becoming a master's slave? It's amazing! So incredible!"

A vagina that is perfectly proportioned, able to change shape to fit a man's penis, while its suction doesn't weaken. It gives Musashi the ultimate pleasure. If she were human, the intense pleasure would probably kill her instantly, but a surge of sensual current coursed through Musashi's body.

Not because of orders, but by her own will, Musashi's vagina swallowed the penis completely, then slowly raised her hips, serving it with her vaginal walls. Her expression was that of a beast writhing in pleasure.

"Looks like there's no need to use any more Command Seals?"

"Yes… absolutely not… my master?" "

Use your eyes carefully. Think about getting pregnant with my child."

"Ah… ahh…?"

Pregnancy.

This man's offspring.

The seed of this valiant masculinity.

This world is full of infinite possibilities.

For example, one day, someone might face a seemingly insignificant choice: whether to take their first step with their left or right foot. This seemingly trivial question could cause a division in the world.

However, the future that wasn't chosen doesn't end there. Instead, it continues in a different parallel world.

The world of IF.

From countless possibilities, she selects the future that can fulfill her wish, that magical eye with supernatural power—the Heavenly Eye.

Even after materialization, a Servant who has never been flesh is still essentially a spirit. Therefore, the possibility of a Servant absorbing human semen and becoming pregnant is less than one in ten thousand. But what if it's one in a hundred thousand? Or one in a million, ten million, or even one in a hundred million? If countless miracles accidentally overlap, it might be possible to obtain that tiny possibility from infinite impossibilities.

To conceive the offspring of this valiant masculinity. Her Heavenly Eye grasped that future.

"

Ah

? Ah

? Haa ?

Ahh ... Even this sensation, which she shouldn't be able to feel within her own body, now brings her intense pleasure just from imagining it. Submitting, yielding, belonging. The wedge that painstakingly held Miyamoto Musashi's heroic spirit together—reason—suddenly snapped. This swordsman, who claimed to be the one who cut through everything, was pushed into an empty space she had never reached before. If this continued, it would be impossible to stop. But stopping was impossible. Because the gear that could stop it had long since broken completely. "Ahhh?? Guh... Huh?? This is such a dirty cock?? It's so filthy??" The figure hailed as the strongest swordsman was no longer there. Only a female beast, succumbing to base desires, utterly abandoning her pride and dignity. In this room filled with the smell of sex, she was panting, continuously moaning. Climbing into an empty space she had never reached before. [The End]

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