Fate/stay night: The Hypnotic Eyes 1-2

On this first

　day, the morning sunlight had just shone through the curtains, announcing the start of a new day.

Suddenly, a "smack" sounded. "Wait...wait..." The woman, who had lost her balance due to a shove from behind, was clearly hesitant. She braced herself with her hands, and as she did so, she arched her back, slightly parting her long, slender, lotus-root-like legs to kneel on the bed, barely managing to regain her balance.
Then, fearing any hesitation, she quickly raised her head, trying to turn her upper body to face behind her. But she was too slow. Just as her upper body slightly turned, before her face could turn, her body suddenly trembled. It seemed as if a force violently impacted her high-raised buttocks, and then her whole body was shoved forward, her face almost hitting the pillow.
A thick, long, imposing, hot penis had forcefully forced open her wet, tender labia from behind her raised buttocks and plunged into her hot, moist vagina.
"Wait...ah...!" Before she could even utter a word, the violent thrust made her tremble, her head snap back, and she cried out.
Before she could fully recover from the sudden, deep thrust, the penis, already deeply inside, slowly withdrew. Before the woman could even escape the pleasure of the glans scraping against the vaginal walls, the penis thrust in again with force. "Uh...no...no...wait...I can't do it anymore...oh..." Before the woman could even finish speaking, the penis completed its third thrust, followed by a series of rapid thrusts, the crisp "slap slap" sounds of testicles hitting buttocks echoing in the room. "
It's been a whole night, I can't take it anymore. Please, let me go." The woman's face was flushed, her brows furrowed, a picture of unbearable torment yet ecstatic.
The man lay on the woman's smooth, white back, slowing the pace and intensity of his thrusts, instead gently grinding against her clitoris. His hands reached forward, grasping her breasts and kneading them roughly.
"No, it's you who questioned me, saying our doctrines are false. That's why I went to so much trouble to have your husband send you here to receive my teachings. One night isn't enough!"
With that, his penis continued to thrust deep into her vagina, as if trying to pierce her.
He didn't know how long he fucked her, how many positions they changed, but the man remained aroused, his penis erect and powerful. But the woman couldn't take it anymore. So, like a dead snake lying on the grass, she continued to be a tool for his lust, like a lifeless inflatable doll
.

The man finally felt the urge to ejaculate. At that moment, gunshots and commotion erupted from the villa.
The door was kicked open, and a large number of heavily armed soldiers stormed into the room. A major general approached the bed. The intercourse on the bed continued unabated. The man's penis, as if determined to utterly overwhelm the woman, thrust at incredible speed, each time penetrating to its deepest point. The "slapping" sounds from her abdomen and buttocks grew faster and crisper.
"You are guilty of serious crimes including intentional homicide, pyramid schemes, bribery, and coercion. Orders have been given to kill you on the spot!"
With that, the general drew his pistol and shot the man through the heart.
The man thrust for a long time, reaching the crucial moment. Under the threat of death, he could no longer restrain himself. With a roar, he thrust his massive penis deep into the woman's womb once more, scalding semen gushing forth like a cannonball, filling the woman's fertile womb to overflowing. In that final moment of death, the man experienced an unparalleled, final pleasure.
From the moment the gunshot rang out from the villa, the man knew he was doomed. Despite bribing and coercing high-ranking government officials to act as a protective shield, all his trump cards were useless when someone used soldiers to launch a surprise attack and kill him. But the man had one last resort.
As his heart stopped beating, the sound of a powerful explosion echoed across the world—his final mockery.

Silence descended in the darkness. When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
"Where...am I?"

It took the boy lying on the bed about five minutes to gradually sort out his thoughts.

He had transmigrated.

A soul from another world had arrived in this world. He was a former PhD in psychology from the University of Tokyo, who later returned to China to work and inadvertently came into contact with pyramid schemes. His shrewd mind allowed him to instantly understand the nature of pyramid schemes, but his inner madness and aversion to a peaceful life led him to join this abyss. With his expertise and intelligence, he quickly became one of the top figures in the pyramid scheme network. Not content with his initial success, he founded a new cult among his fanatical followers called the "True Soul Cult," advocating for their fanatical worship of him. His propagation network, spanning several provinces and cities across China, grew into a massive sex religion with millions of members. He used this as leverage in negotiations with the government, making him a veritable dark emperor of China. Unfortunately, he was eventually caught red-handed, and the government discovered his hideout at his manor. Special forces and police were dispatched to assist in the operation. However, he was no pushover. Once inside the manor, he detonated bombs hidden throughout, taking them all with him.

Where was this place? The real world or some other unknown dimension?

Just then, the door opened, and a little girl with short purple hair, wearing a blue dress, entered. Her slender frame made her appear even more delicate. She spoke in a soft, almost inaudible voice, "Brother, you're awake." The

fact that she spoke Japanese made Shinji feel somewhat relieved; at least they could communicate.

But before Shinji could reply, the girl ran out. Shinji, wanting to gather more information, got up to explore the room and saw his own reflection.

He was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, seemingly of mixed race, with more defined features than his peers, a medium-slender build, and slightly curly hair, like a head of blue seaweed. He then found his name in the drawer:
Matou Shinji!

Having studied in Tokyo, he was familiar with the Fate story. Judging by his age and class, this should be two years before the Fifth Holy Grail War.
In the early morning, this Matou Shinji, playing the role of Matou Sakura, sat at the same large dining table as Matou Sakura, eating a Japanese-style Western breakfast, once again lamenting the cold indifference of his family. It was surprising that he hadn't even had a chance to feign amnesia, and no one had even asked about his situation. Naturally, the old worm, Matou Ryouken, was nowhere to be found, and no one cared where he was.
Sakura is only eleven or twelve years old now. Her youthful appearance and figure, combined with her gloomy mental state, exude an aura of loss from within.
After morning, the two arrived at school. In front of the shoe cabinet in the lobby, Shinji was still looking for the shoe cabinet that belonged to Matou Shinji when he saw a boy of the same age with carrot-colored hair waving at him and saying, "Good morning, Matou-kun."

Without a doubt, this boy with an ordinary appearance and personality, and a kind smile, is the future protagonist, the apprentice magician named Emiya Shirou.

Seeing the red-haired boy, Matou Sakura bowed slightly to him and ran away without a word. Shinji, a former PhD from the University of Tokyo, faced high school knowledge with no difficulty. In short, his first day of school passed uneventfully.
Matou Mansion.

Every night, the head of the family, Matou Reiken, would take his adopted granddaughter, Matou Sakura, to the basement. He would implant a Crest Worm, shaped like some kind of organ and cultivated using fragments of the Holy Grail he had collected seven years prior, into her body, and use various methods to stimulate her mind, causing her dark emotions to erupt continuously, echoing the decaying power of the Holy Grail. Unbeknownst to him, on this night, in that dark underground chamber, the worm-like old man was also taking Shinji, Matou, into his plans.

"Hmm, it's time. It's time to completely sever her last thread of attachment." When night fell again, the Matou Mansion was still filled with a sinister atmosphere.

The servants had all gone to bed, the mansion's lights had dimmed, and the pale moonlight shone into the dark garden.

But Shinji suddenly awoke from his dream.

A silent calling, like a pulling arm, drew him toward the darkness ahead. "This is... an underground chamber? Matou Ryokon led me here just to let me in? Hmm, with Matou Shinji's flamboyant personality, seeing an entrance like this, he'll definitely go in to explore. So what does he intend for me to do?" A
voice came from inside the door.
"Very good, Sakura, you've adapted to the Crest Worms and are qualified to inherit the Matou family. Otherwise, that good-for-nothing Shinji would only bring shame to the Matou family."
An impulse surged from Shinji's heart, propelling him inside. Matou Ryokon had vanished. The entire basement was a large hall several hundred meters wide, with a pool in the center filled with churning black mud.
Sakura lay naked by the pool, her snow-white skin particularly striking in the shadows. She flailed her arms, her feet moving forward and backward in a state of complete chaos. At the same time, a surge of heat welled up in Shinji's lower abdomen, merging with the impulses in his mind and transforming into a burning desire.
He strode forward, his heart ablaze. He reached out to the girl, inadvertently touching her numerous wounds. The blood stirred his thoughts... I am not Matou Shinji, why am I so angry?
The impulses within still drove my body; it was a hypnotic magic, but I was beginning to regain some clarity, instinctively fighting for control of my body. Shinji screamed, flailing his arms, his feet moving forward and backward in a state of complete chaos.
He had slowly moved to the edge of the pool filled with black mud when suddenly his foot slipped, and he fell into the mud with a "plop . " "

Ah ... "Ugh... this is..." Shinji opened his eyes and looked around, finding himself back in Matou Shinji's bedroom. It was already morning, and his experience last night felt like a nightmare. "Thank goodness, I didn't die, and I didn't get transported back to another world..." Shinji muttered silently, noticing Matou Sakura sleeping on the chair by the bedside. Shinji's awakening also startled the girl. "Ah, brother, you're awake." Three days later, the girl spoke these words to Matou Shinji again upon his awakening, but this time her words carried a hint of emotion. "Um... I'm sorry..." "Why are you apologizing?" "Well, about... uh, I'm sorry, anyway, I'm sorry..." Seeing the girl's bewildered expression, Shinji waved his hand and said, "If there's nothing else, go out. You have to go to school today, no excuses!" He sternly chased Matou Sakura out before getting up and walking to the dressing mirror. The reason he chased the girl away was because he felt a sharp pain in his eyes. Standing before the mirror, he focused his attention on his eyes. A strange pattern appeared in his pupils, and knowledge not belonging to him began to surface in his mind. "The Mystic Eyes, huh? Interesting." A slight smile began to appear on Shinji's lips. Matou Ryogen made no further comment on the events of the past few days, spending his days in the basement, seemingly preparing something. Then one day, Matou Ryogen told Sakura she could rest for three days and didn't need to come to the basement at night. Shinji, familiar with the plot, knew what he was up to—a body swap. On the third night, Shinji went to the basement. Matou Ryogen, having just changed bodies, was extremely weak, not even noticing Shinji following him. Shinji took advantage of this opportunity to use the Mystic Eyes to control Matou Ryogen and extract all the information he wanted, including the little-known secrets of the Holy Grail War and magic, secrets only the old bug knew through his long, lingering existence. Afterwards, Shinji began to take complete control of the Matou family based on the information he had obtained and destroyed the hidden doors that the old man had left in various places and on Sakura. Only then did the old man truly die.

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