In stark contrast to the understated opulence of the Tohsaka estate, Shunsuke Miyano's apartment was… well, exactly what you'd expect for under 30,000 yen a month in a neglected corner of town. The exterior was drab, faded, and hinted at years of deferred maintenance. Inside offered no hidden charms.
The main living space was roughly eight tatami mats—less than thirteen square meters—crammed with a sturdy desk, a desktop PC with a decent-sized monitor, two hastily (and poorly) hidden gravure magazines peeking out from under a textbook, and a soft single bed. It felt cluttered, bordering on cramped, even before the addition of a figure as… substantially endowed as Gorgon. Thankfully, it also boasted a small but separate bathroom and toilet. The ceiling, at least, was reasonably high; even Gorgon's imposing height wasn't an issue.
"Is sitting on the floor… an option?" Gorgon inquired dryly, surveying the cramped quarters with an air of detached curiosity.
"It's… tight," Shunsuke admitted sheepishly, gesturing around. "And this is after my regular cleaning efforts." He understood her implied question. The bed dominated the space, the desk claimed another significant chunk, leaving only narrow strips of worn flooring barely wide enough to sit cross-legged. Gorgon's presence seemed to shrink the already meager dimensions further.
On the upside, the confined space intensified Gorgon's unique, subtle fragrance—that strange mix of something floral, ancient, and dangerous. Shunsuke quickly scooped up the offending magazines, stuffing them under the bed, then shoved the rumpled duvet aside, patting the mattress. They both ended up sitting side-by-side on the bed, shoulders almost touching.
"Small room has its perks, I guess," Shunsuke attempted, trying to lighten the mood. "Saves money on chairs." When Gorgon merely offered a noncommittal grunt, he scratched his head awkwardly and nudged the mouse, waking the sleeping computer. The monitor flickered to life.
Instantly, the screen filled with writhing, pale flesh. The unmistakable sounds of rhythmic slapping and breathy moans filled the small apartment. Oh, crap.
"Ah! Th-this is—" Shunsuke fumbled frantically for the mouse, cheeks burning. He'd forgotten he hadn't finished… researching… that particular 'action movie' last night. He braced himself for Gorgon's inevitable scorn, perhaps even disgust. But when he glanced at her, she was simply watching the entwined figures on screen with cool, analytical detachment. Her calmness strangely diffused his own panic.
"Are these positions… effective?" she asked clinically.
"For… viewing pleasure, maybe," Shunsuke mumbled, still slightly flustered.
"Then studying them is largely pointless," Gorgon concluded flatly.
"Well, some basic positions might be useful reference," Shunsuke conceded, feeling slightly defensive of his viewing habits. "The real problem is how vague the victory condition is. It's not like a game with walkthroughs and wikis. We don't even know how to definitively win…" He glanced at his phone, then back at Gorgon. "Look, I should probably run down to the convenience store, grab you some toiletries, basic stuff."
The store was just around the corner. Shunsuke was back in less than five minutes, letting himself into the quiet, almost empty apartment building. When he pushed open his door, he found Gorgon still perched on the bed, eyes fixed intently on the 'action movie' still playing on the monitor. Her long purple hair curtained her face, framing her stunningly beautiful, coldly regal features. She wore the elegant, mature dress Luvia had provided, but even the modest cut couldn't fully contain the staggering swell of her breasts, which inevitably recaptured Shunsuke's attention.
An unrelated, yet suddenly pressing, question occurred to him. "With… your appearances… yours and the others'… Doesn't going out in public… attract a ridiculous amount of attention?"
"Do you pause to admire a extinguished, dust-coated torch within a long-abandoned temple?" Gorgon countered without looking away from the screen.
"Uh—well, in a temple scenario, I'd probably be more focused on gold relics or ancient curses or…" Shunsuke trailed off.
"Then the answer is no."
"...Why not?"
"Though no formal overseer team exists for this particular farce of a Grail War, the Aphrodite Grail itself manipulates external factors that might interfere," Gorgon explained, her tone laced with weary condescension. "Under its influence, you and I could engage in public fornication on the main thoroughfare, and the surrounding insects," Shunsuke mentally translated insects as 'pedestrians', deciding it wasn't worth arguing the semantics, "would simply… fail to perceive us. Such is the mundane power of Magecraft when applied effectively." Her explanation, though dismissive, resonated with Shunsuke's limited understanding of the hidden world. A proper ritual, even a perverted one like this, operated under its own set of rules, insulated from mundane interference by the Grail's immense power.
As Shunsuke started clearing a space on the narrow shelf for the toiletries he'd bought, Gorgon suddenly moved. In one fluid motion, she pinned him back onto the mattress, her hands already working deftly at his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head, fumbling with his belt buckle. Before he could fully process what was happening, he was naked beneath her, her significant weight pressing him down. She straddled his hips, leaning over him, her expression unreadable, impassive. Her perfect collarbones accentuated the long, elegant line of her neck. Strands of her fragrant purple hair brushed against his face. The sheer, overwhelming weight of her massive breasts pressed firmly against his bare chest. Just as he managed to stammer out a questioning noise, her cool fingers pressed gently against his lips, silencing him.
"Focus solely on achieving victory in this war. Extinguish all extraneous thoughts," the witch-goddess commanded, her voice a low, hypnotic whisper that sent shivers down his spine, awakening an unexpected desire to simply… obey. "Wipe that insipidly relaxed expression off your face. I have no interest in playing house. Not even the fleeting amusement a serpent finds in toying with its prey holds any appeal. I desire only to win." Her jaw clenched, a dangerous glint flashing deep within her amethyst eyes. The casual atmosphere Shunsuke had inadvertently cultivated vanished instantly, replaced by the cold, sharp reality of their situation.
She was right. As Gorgon pointed out, he had been far too relaxed since returning to the apartment, almost falling into a comfortable domesticity, like welcoming a new girlfriend. He'd been fussing over her comfort, fetching things, trying to make small talk. But she wasn't his girlfriend. She was his Servant, his weapon, his partner in a deadly, bizarre war. Her harsh words, though cutting, were accurate. Winning was his only path to survival too.
"I understand," Shunsuke replied, meeting her intense gaze, his voice firm, resolute.
"Good." A flicker of approval, perhaps? Gorgon leaned down, pressing a brief, surprisingly gentle kiss to his lips. Then, her hand slid down his abdomen, fingers closing expertly around his rapidly hardening cock, stroking its length with deliberate, calculated friction. "Then let us waste no further time. Let us… train."
With that, she shifted her weight subtly, positioning the tempting cleft between her thighs directly over the swollen head of his erection. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself, engulfing him inch by burning inch until she was fully seated, taking his entire length deep within her impossibly tight, scorching heat. Gorgon's breath hitched for a split second, betraying the intensity of the sensation, but her expression remained impassive as she leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands on the mattress beside his head, settling into the intimate invasion.
"Based on your performance last night… your stamina is… inadequate," Gorgon stated clinically, already beginning a slow, controlled undulation of her hips. "Endurance must be improved. Persevere… Ngh…!" She broke off with a soft grunt as she started the first deliberate, grinding rotation. Bracing herself on her elbows near Shunsuke's ears, she began a slow, methodical pumping motion – lifting her hips to nearly withdraw his slick, throbbing length, then sinking back down with exquisite slowness, swallowing him completely once more. Back and forth, a deliberate, almost mechanical rhythm.
"Can… can I train you too?" Shunsuke gasped out, fighting against the overwhelming waves of pleasure generated by the tight suction and grinding friction.
"You may employ any and all methods at your disposal to challenge my limits," Gorgon replied, her voice tight, strained, but unwavering.
"…Understood." Resolved, Shunsuke reached up, cupping the impossibly heavy globes of her breasts in his hands. He gently squeezed the soft, yielding flesh, then guided the hardened nipples together, taking both into his mouth simultaneously. He suckled rhythmically, teasing the sensitive peaks with his tongue. A faint, sweet, musky liquid immediately flowed onto his tongue. Gorgon's breathing hitched again, becoming noticeably ragged, though the relentless tempo of her riding didn't falter.
Compared to the frenzied, mindless coupling of the previous night, this felt… different. Deliberate. Almost robotic, like a true training exercise focused solely on building endurance and control, despite the raw physical pleasure coursing through them both, despite the thick, viscous pre-come already coating his shaft.
After what felt like hundreds of slow, controlled repetitions, Gorgon suddenly sank down fully, grinding her hips against his pelvis, then stilled her movements, remaining impaled upon him. Her skin felt fever-hot against his, her breathing ragged. She collapsed forward slightly, resting her forehead against his shoulder, clearly fighting for control. Beneath the curtain of her purple hair, Shunsuke could see her face was flushed a deep crimson. He wasn't faring much better. Buried deep within her scorching core, his cock was throbbing painfully, swollen to its absolute limit, perched precariously on the brink of release.
"What… are you touching?" Gorgon gasped, her voice strained, as she felt his hand begin to gently explore the full, rounded curve of her ass.
Instead of retreating, Shunsuke suddenly clamped his hands firmly onto her generous buttocks, pulling her down hard as he simultaneously thrust his hips upwards with explosive force. The sudden, unexpected counter-attack ripped a sharp cry from Gorgon's lips. Reacting instinctively, she pressed down hard on his shoulders, her massive breasts bouncing violently, sweeping across his face with each jarring impact. She met his upward thrusts with savage downward counters of her own, fingers digging desperately into the bedsheets!
PLAP! PLAP! SLAM! PLAP!
Shunsuke's muscles locked, his powerful hips driving relentlessly upwards, hammering into the soft, yielding flesh above him. Gorgon clung to the sheets, her hips meeting his onslaught with equal ferocity, her perfectly rounded buttocks trembling violently with each brutal impact, her pale skin flushing an ever-deeper shade of crimson! Suddenly, with a strangled cry, Gorgon slammed herself down hard one last time, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, her entire body seizing in violent convulsions around him. The intense, vise-like clenching ripped Shunsuke over the edge. With a final, guttural roar, he arched upwards, burying himself impossibly deep as his orgasm exploded, shooting load after scalding load into her shuddering depths, clinging desperately to the magnificent creature writhing atop him.
Gush-gush-gush-gush-gush…!
He gasped raggedly, holding the bonelessly yielding Gorgon tightly in his arms, feeling the powerful, rhythmic suction of her inner muscles milking every last drop of thick, hot seed from him… For a long time, the only sound in the tiny apartment was their ragged, gasping breaths as they slowly came down from the shattering climax. Eventually, the tremors subsided. Gorgon slowly lifted her head, pulling away slightly, her body still intimately connected with his. They collapsed against each other, boneless and utterly spent.
After several more minutes of recovery, Gorgon slowly pushed herself up, meticulously smoothing her tangled purple hair. With a soft squelching sound, she deliberately lifted her hips, slowly withdrawing Shunsuke's now softening cock from her slick depths. Then, before he could even process it, she shifted position, moving down his body, taking his semi-flaccid member into her mouth. Her tongue and lips worked expertly, stimulating him with shocking efficiency. Still reeling from the intensity of their previous encounter, Shunsuke could only watch in dazed horror as his cock rapidly sprang back to full, throbbing hardness under her skilled attention.
Once satisfied with his renewed state, Gorgon abruptly stopped, repositioning herself again. This time, she knelt facing away from him, her back exquisitely arched, presenting her magnificent ass. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself back onto his resurrected erection, impaling herself once more. Then, with a flick of her hips, she began to ride him again, her heavy buttocks bouncing rhythmically, driving him wild all over again!
Shunsuke could only groan, clutching helplessly at the pillows, surrendering to the overwhelming onslaught, his body screaming in protest even as it responded with Pavlovian arousal to the voluptuous beauty's relentless ministrations, her grinding hips simultaneously pleasuring and mercilessly draining him… Two more times they reached shattering climaxes, until finally, even the seemingly inexhaustible Gorgon collapsed forward onto his chest, utterly spent, her lower body trembling uncontrollably, unable to move, lost in the echoing aftershocks…
From then on, whenever they were confined within the cramped apartment, they existed in a near-constant state of physical connection. The small space constantly echoed with the sounds of slapping flesh, trembling moans, and the slick spatter of endlessly flowing white fluids…