The lewdness of time travel

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I'd been transported here, completely suddenly. I squinted at my computer for a moment, and when I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by a dense jungle. It wasn't a dream or a hallucination; the light armor I was wearing and the one-handed sword in my hand gave it a real feel.

"And it's even a game world!"

This wasn't without reason, because with just a little concentration, my mind would conjure up
images of: Class: Spellsword Warrior

; Level: LV99/? ?

Equipment: Dark Night's Headband, Impeccable Armor, War God's Gauntlets, Demon King's Cloak, Demon Sword Destruction, Flying Boots, Goddess's Amulet, Ring of Domination.

Gold Coins: 91038.

Items: 18 Herbs, 68 Small Healing Potions, 72 Large Healing Potions... Valuable Items, etc.
A set of familiar equipment and props, just like the equipment in the fantasy RPG game I'm playing. The level cap of 99 has been changed to three question marks, but everything else is exactly the same. In addition, there is a forest in front of me that looks like an oil painting, and rays of sunlight falling through the trees. The beautiful and neat fallen leaves and grass on the ground make it a forest with a very obvious anime style.

(Is it a prank by God? Did my three years of dedication to this game move the god of games? Or did I accidentally die from playing until 3 AM and my soul was transported into the game?)

No matter how I speculated, it was inexplicable, and no god-like old man appeared to explain. Fortunately, my level, equipment, and abilities were all inherited. My body felt incredibly light. With a casual swing of my magic sword, I easily cleaved a tree as thick as five people, leaving a smooth, mechanical cut.

My level was 99, which should have been the highest level in the game. Bosses of the same level usually resided in various tombs, volcanoes, canyons, or deep underground, and weren't easy to encounter. Of course, even if I did encounter one, I wouldn't be afraid. I had slaughtered countless level 99 bosses over the past three years. The rare equipment they dropped, the newly synthesized equipment, and the enhanced equipment I obtained through in-game purchases were all in my inventory, which I could retrieve with a single thought.

(However, it's unclear what happens if you get injured or die in this world. In short, try to avoid serious injury. Right now, you need intelligence. Let's head to a village or city with people first.)

Just then, I suddenly heard the roar of an unfamiliar beast and a woman's painful scream. Something I could never have done before this journey—distinguishing between men and women from such subtle sounds and pinpointing their location. My body is becoming increasingly superhuman; I immediately rushed towards the sound. Cutting down all the branches and leaves blocking my path, I moved straight ahead at a speed exceeding human limits, arriving at my destination in moments.
Before me stood a gigantic green orc, over five meters tall, with a massive body, a high belly, and wielding a giant log. (A

giant man-eating monster, level 10.

Just by concentrating, you can see the identity and level of the person opposite you—a convenient setting!)

Not far from the man-eating monster, a silver-haired woman struggled to support herself with one hand, her red Western-style dress tattered and bleeding from every wound.

(Isn't that Irisviel from *Fate/Zero*?! What's she doing here?!)
A face so beautifully crafted it resembled a doll's, with ruby-red eyes, long, shimmering silver hair, and wearing the same red high-class Western-style dress and white skirt as in the anime, black stockings over white over-the-knee boots. She was the married woman from *Fate/Zero*, a woman with an eight-year-old daughter, possessing the innocence of a child yet the gentleness of a mother, a beautiful woman whose short life was tragically cut short by fate.

Irisviel herself didn't know why she was here. Her body, which should have completely ceased functioning and transformed into the Holy Grail, suddenly found herself in this jungle. All her physical weakness had vanished. At first, she thought she had died and entered the afterlife, but the sudden appearance of a giant monster and the resulting injury reminded her that she was still alive. Irisviel used her expertise in manipulating metal forms, freely controlling the silver threads, weaving them into a net to attack the giant monster.

But the cannibal simply swung its giant club (a tree trunk as thick as two people) and snapped the silver thread. The wind pressure generated by the swing blew Irisviel away, sending her crashing into a tree behind her. Injured, Irisviel was completely immobilized. Lying on her side on the ground, she helplessly watched the enormous monster approach her, closing her eyes in despair.

(I'm sorry, Kiritsugu, Saber, we were inexplicably attacked by monsters in an unfamiliar place, and we died without completing the Holy Grail... Illya...)

Irisviel's greatest worry was her eight-year-old daughter, Illya, and the inability to complete the Holy Grail, allowing Kiritsugu to win, fulfill the Einzbern family's long-cherished wish, and realize Kiritsugu's ideal of saving all humanity.

"Roar! Ro

...

Irisviel barely opened her eyes, only to see a black silhouette fluttering in the wind and the massive body of a monster collapsing heavily. Due to excessive blood loss, her silhouette overlapped with that of her husband, Kiritsugu Emiya.

"Kiri...Tsugu..."

Thinking it was her beloved husband coming to save her, Irisviel's tense nerves relaxed, and she fainted.

"Does he think I'm Kiritsugu Emiya?"

Just before the ogre attacked, he rushed forward. As a level 99, facing a level 10 early-game monster, even a simple normal attack caused significant damage, resulting in a one-hit kill. Notifications such as 50 gold coins, two small healing potions, and 126 experience points entered his mind.

He walked to the beauty's side, gently lifting her head and placing it on his lap. As he stroked her silky hair, a delicate fragrance seemed to waft over. Coupled with her beautiful face and her unguarded, curvaceous body, his lower body instinctively reacted.

(Putting personal desires aside, saving lives is paramount.)

Barely suppressing his urges, he took out a red potion bottle from his inventory. Unlike in the game, it didn't restore health with a simple click. He removed the cap and poured it into Irisviel's lips. However, the unconscious Irisviel didn't drink the potion; instead, it flowed out. The red liquid

flowing from her bloodless lips, paired with her doll-like white skin, created an odd beauty that aroused a desire to defile it.

My burning thoughts made my lips unusually dry, and I wanted something to drink. Suddenly, I thought of a perfect solution. I took out another bottle of potion, held it in my mouth—it tasted like light sugar water—and then kissed the beautiful woman's lips. I pried open Irisviel's lips with my tongue and poured the potion into her mouth, stirring it around. Finally, I felt the liquid being swallowed. After finishing the potion, I could clearly feel life coming to life in Irisviel's body; her body began to heat up, and a sweet taste filled my mouth. The potion was gone, but I still wouldn't let go, continuing to kiss those fragrant lips, my tongue swirling in my mouth. I hugged the soft, fragrant body tightly in my arms, and my hands involuntarily reached inside her clothes, past her bra, and directly kneaded her soft, full breasts.

"Mmm..."

The beauty in my arms began to moan, which excited me even more. I immediately gently placed Irisviel on the ground, lifted her white dress, tore open her stockings, and inserted my hand directly into her private parts through her black panties. Since my fingers were not wet yet, I could only rub them on the outside.

Just then, I suddenly sensed a murderous aura. I immediately stood up and saw a gray wolf rush out. I punched the wolf directly in the face, and the level 3 gray wolf howled and died instantly, then vanished. I didn't even bother with the dropped items; my heart was filled with rage at the gray wolf that had interrupted my good time. If the corpse hadn't disappeared, I would have unleashed a few powerful attacks to thoroughly thrash it.

However, the gray wolf also calmed me down. After all, this was a jungle teeming with monsters. While these small monsters might feel like mosquito bites to me during our intimate moments, I couldn't guarantee what would happen if they attacked my genitals.

Looking at the silver-haired beauty lying on the ground, disheveled, my lower body felt even more uncomfortable. A dark desire filled my heart, and then I carefully observed and pondered.

Irisviel LV2, Occupation: Magician.

Only slightly stronger than a regular NPC. By that logic, even if Kiritsugu Emiya or Saber were here, their level wouldn't surpass mine. So what do I have to fear? I want to possess this beautiful woman before me and make her my woman.

But how? Forced assault? Even though this is a game world, the idea of falling in love after being with someone a few times still feels foolish. For a woman like Irisviel, who already has a strong sense of self-sacrifice, forcing her would likely lead to mutual destruction.

Just as I was fretting and covering my face, I suddenly noticed a jet-black ring on my right index finger, engraved with tiny, incomprehensible characters. It

was the Ring of Domination, which could be used in conjunction with the Ring of Slavery. In the game, it was used when the enemy monster's health was low during battle. If successful, it would make the enemy monster your slave, subject to your complete domination.
(It can't be used on NPCs in the game, nor on story opponents or teammates; clicking it will have no effect, but this isn't a game anymore.)

On a whim, I used the Ring of Domination. A jet-black light appeared in my hand, followed by a black ring with incomprehensible tiny characters. The only difference was the flower bud carving on the top of the ring.

"I have to manually install it, huh? Well, it makes sense. Potions are the same; I have to drink them anyway, and it doesn't restore or awaken me instantly, although wounds heal immediately."

I walked to Irisviel's side, knelt down, and lifted the beautiful woman's left hand, placing the jet-black ring, filled with my wicked desires, into Irisviel's ring finger, just as it was inserted.

"Ouch!"

Irisviel suddenly awoke with pain, sitting up and clutching her aching ring finger. Irisviel had already fully recovered thanks to the potion, but the exhaustion from being forced into a deep sleep by the giant monster had caused her to fall into a deep sleep. In her dream, she was back in her castle, her husband gently beside her, comforting and kissing her. But suddenly, she felt a prick in her hand and woke up. Still groggy, she raised her left hand to check the painful spot.

Although startled by the sudden movement of the beautiful woman, she quickly recovered and began to check if the slave ring was functioning properly. The originally black ring suddenly turned a vibrant red, as if soaked in blood, and the flower buds that had adorned it bloomed into a cluster of bright red roses.

(Success!!!)

The shape of the roses was exactly the same as the rose pattern that appeared on the screen when a slave was successfully enslaved in the game.

Irisviel's eyes gradually adjusted, and she checked her fingers, immediately noticing a beautiful ring engraved with a red rose. Although it was beautiful, looking at the ring filled Irisviel with fear. She immediately tried to remove it, but couldn't.

"Are you alright, beautiful lady?"

she asked tentatively, just to be safe.

Hearing the voice, Irisviel noticed the man before her. He had black hair and black eyes, appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, and carried a one-handed sword at his waist. He was relatively handsome.

"Yes, much better. You saved me, didn't you, sir?"

Recalling the last figure she saw before losing consciousness and comparing it to the man before her, Irisviel quickly deduced that he was her savior.

"It's only right to help those in need."

The words from the other person were spoken in Japanese, just like in the anime. I was speaking Chinese, but even though I don't understand Japanese, I understood perfectly. My initial worries about the language barrier completely disappeared.

(So it wasn't Kiritsugu

after all.) A moment of regret and sadness vanished instantly. Irisviel was no naive, sheltered young lady. Although the man before her had saved her, she knew nothing about him and couldn't easily reveal her feelings.

"Irisviel von Einzbern thanks you for saving my life, sir. I will repay you after we reunite with my family." Her

elegant demeanor, beautiful face, and silky hair exuded an alluring aura.

(She's truly well-mannered and stunningly beautiful. If such a woman existed in real life, I wouldn't be so bothered by my parents' pressure to get married; I would have married her long ago.)

A dark desire surged within me; I wanted to possess her, to have her moan beneath me.

"It's nothing, just a kiss as a token of my gratitude."

"Huh...?"

For a moment, Irisviel thought she had misheard something, her expression one of disbelief. But what followed surprised her even more; her body moved towards the man before her, seemingly out of her control.

"How could this be...?"

Recalling the only change on her body—the ring on her left ring finger—Irisviel immediately understood that this was some kind of curse, but she couldn't remove it right away. She wasn't a professional magician; she had only learned some basic protective and healing techniques, though even a professional magician couldn't undo it.

Helpless, Irisviel could only glare at the boy before her. He had placed a curse on her while she was unconscious, and he wouldn't give up easily. Irisviel knew how attractive her beauty was to men. When she and Saber first arrived in Fuyuki City, they had attracted the attention of many men and women, although some of those attention was directed at Saber.

"Mmm, kiss, um... kiss..."

Irisviel took the initiative to kiss the man before her. Her mouth was invaded by his tongue, and she actively extended her tongue to intertwine with his. Even though she was already a wife, she and her husband, Kiritsugu Emiya, weren't the kind of couple who were constantly entwined in affection. This intense French kiss with a man other than her husband still made Irisviel close her eyes in shame. However, she soon discovered that with her eyes closed, the sensation in her mouth was even clearer.

(Success! This woman's body is completely mine now.)

Although I don't believe in the kind of thing you see in adult anime where you fall for someone after just one or two times, what about ten, twenty, or even a hundred times? I could completely develop the body and soul of this beauty before me, and sooner or later, she would be mine too.

I thoroughly enjoyed the fragrant lips of the beautiful married woman, Irisviel. Seeing that she was struggling to breathe, I reluctantly released

her. A thin strand of saliva stretched between our tongues. Irisviel's cheeks flushed red, and she gasped for breath, while I felt no difficulty breathing at all—the difference in our physical abilities was so obvious. "Enough! Can you let me go now?"

Gone was the initial gentleness; the beauty before me glared fiercely at me. However, this only fueled my desire. I immediately turned and embraced Irisviel's soft body, kneading her full breasts through her clothes. Although it wasn't as pleasurable as directly kneading them before, I figured I'd save the real business for the comfortable bed.

"Don't speak now. Just come with me,"

I stopped Irisviel before she could say anything.

Holding Irisviel tightly, my hands kneading her breasts and hips, I activated my flying boots, instantly levitating into the air. Looking around above the forest, I immediately spotted a towering, snow-white castle. Irisviel's eyes widened; yes, this castle was the Einzbern castle, prepared for the Fourth Holy Grail War.

(Are Kiritsugu and the others in the castle? Help me, Kiritsugu, Saber!)

Seeing the hopeful look in Irisviel's eyes, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips.
(Heh, even if Kiritsugu Emiya is in the castle, so what? Breaking his limbs and violating his wife in front of me, making her beg me not to kill her husband, and becoming Irisviel willingly serving me—that would feel even better. Even if Saber is there, I can just turn Saber into my slave too.) The

Demon Swordsman was originally a dark profession, and the oppressive feelings of reality, coupled with the sudden acquisition of invincible power, and the fact that things he could only dream of before were now within his grasp, all these factors caused the man's already limited conscience to vanish completely.

With a dark heart, he flew towards the castle not far away.

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