Mash Kyrielight rembered it all too clearly.
It had been at the beach, in a tiny Singularity—one so insignificant that it would have faded on its own even if they'd left it alone. So Adam and the Servants from Chaldea had turned the place into a vacation spot. Sumr ant swimsuits, of course, and everyone had dressed accordingly.
Mash had just slipped into her brand-new bikini and gone looking for Adam so he could see it. But no matter where she searched, he was nowhere to be found. She asked around, checked every corner—nothing. Soone ntioned they'd seen him with Swimsuit Jeanne.
Just as Mash was about to give up, she spotted them on a secluded stretch of shore: Adam and Swimsuit Jeanne stepping out together.
Jeanne's cheeks were flushed an unnatural, almost indecent red. The mont she noticed Mash, she fidgeted nervously with the bottom of her bikini, tugging at it like she was hiding sothing shaful.
At the ti, Mash hadn't thought much of it.
Then she noticed the faint lettering on Jeanne's thighs—glistening, wet, like she'd just co out of the sea. Yet if she'd been swimming, everything should have been soaked. Why was only the lower half wet? Had she simply walked along the edge?
And lower still, where the fabric clung damply to her abdon, pale pink lines shimred in and out of view.
Mash understood instantly. Her face went tight.
Back in the present.
Mash pressed her lips together at the mory and glanced sideways at Jeanne.
Right now Jeanne was arguing with tatron Jeanne about sothing.
"What exactly did you an by that?" Jeanne demanded.
"'Play more wildly with Adam than usual'? What are you talking about?"
tatron Jeanne's smile only grew brighter and more delighted.
"What do I an? It's simple. Our Chaldea has its own Jeanne, too. And let tell you—she's sothing else. She and Adam would vanish for 'tactical coordination' discussions every single day. Sotis the whole day. I even caught you and Martha joining in."
Jeanne's face turned scarlet. Her eyes darted left and right as she scrambled for an excuse for her counterpart.
"I-I… maybe we really were just… talking…"
tatron Jeanne gave a dismissive little laugh, the look on her face saying she'd seen right through every lie.
"Still denying it? Fine. Truth is, I've been with Adam and you at the sa ti, too."
Jeanne froze, stunned, then let out a startled yelp the mont the words sank in.
"Eh?!?!"
tatron Jeanne nestled back into Adam's arms and began tracing lazy circles on his chest, eyes half-lidded as the mory resurfaced.
"You were the one who asked for it, rember? You wanted the Archangel to watch you fall because of Adam—it excited you even more. That expression you made… I still rember it perfectly. And your tastes were surprisingly intense. You really like being humiliated, don't you?"
tatron Jeanne leaned close to Jeanne's ear and described every detail of that night in a soft, vivid whisper.
——
At the ti tatron Jeanne had already been spent, lying to the side savoring the afterglow of her own clash with Adam. Then she heard the other Jeanne making incoherent sounds—slurred words heavy with excitent, raw need, and pure bliss.
When she looked up, she saw the saint with a red ball-gag between her lips, drool spilling freely. A blindfold covered her eyes, yet the flush of ecstasy was unmistakable. Her wrists were bound behind her back, but she showed no desire to struggle. In fact, she was begging Adam to degrade her further.
From tatron Jeanne's viewpoint it had started with Adam in control, but soon he simply stopped moving. Jeanne had shifted from manual to automatic, rocking back and forth in utter abandon.
——
Jeanne found herself strangely captivated, craving every last detail. When she snapped back to reality, she couldn't believe the thoughts that had flashed through her mind.
No. She refused to believe it. If she accepted any of this, the old Jeanne could never co back.
"That's impossible… I would never do sothing so… filthy."
"I could never… I could never…"
tatron Jeanne gave a lazy chuckle and delivered another blow.
"I manifested using your body, you know~ I know every inch of it better than anyone. One touch of special play and you fall apart like a weak little fish. You're so pure on the outside, but deep down you have the sa desires any normal woman does—you just bury them deeper than most. Push them down too far and they explode. Once you tasted the forbidden fruit with Adam, it was like a dam breaking. There was no stopping the flood."
"I-I…"
Jeanne clenched her thighs together; they were already damp. Whether tatron Jeanne was right or not, one thing was undeniable: the vivid scene she had just described had played out so clearly in Jeanne's mind that her body had reacted on its own.
A tiny, adorable whimper escaped her.
Faced with such ironclad evidence, Jeanne had no rebuttal left. The images kept replaying behind her eyes. She slowly turned her gaze toward the man responsible—Adam—and found him smiling right back at her. The mont their eyes t, Jeanne whipped her head away, too embarrassed to hold his stare.
Her heartbeat thundered so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it. She had no idea what feelings she was even supposed to have toward the person who would one day… do those things with her.
Adam was about to say sothing when a familiar sweet scent drifted through the air. Soone was coming.
"Yahoooo~ Hello, everyone!"
A cheerful greeting rang out.
Everyone turned toward the voice.
A man and a woman approached.
The woman had long silver hair adorned with an ornate red headdress. Her blue eyes sparkled with lively intelligence. She wore a striking outfit dominated by red and black, paired with white thigh-high boots—an elegant, distinctive look.
The man had pale hair and a cool, refined face. His luxurious attire featured purple and green accents, giving him an air of graceful mystery.
Before they could introduce themselves, Adam spoke first, voice warm with familiarity.
"Hey there, little Marie. And the one-dinsional fetishist beside her."
It was a light tease, but it cut straight to Mozart's well-known quirk—the man who could fall asleep happily to the sound of a beautiful girl's snoring.
Marie Antoinette blinked in surprise at being "opened" so casually, but she didn't mind. She'd been planning to introduce herself anyway. Grinning, she imdiately acted like they were old friends.
"Oh? You know us?"
"I love the way you called 'little Marie'—it's adorable~ You really do seem to know us well. You saw through Amadeus's true nature at first glance!"
Beside her, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart didn't look offended at all. He simply laughed.
"Can't argue with that~ Hearing it from you two stirs up so indescribable feeling inside ."
Ritsuka Fujimaru blinked at Mozart's reaction and muttered under her breath.
"So… he's an M, too?"
Jeanne had finally recovered from her earlier feverish state, though a faint blush still lingered on her cheeks. She looked at the two newcors who seed ready to join the group and asked hesitantly,
"Um… who exactly are they?"
The playful ice-breaking ended, and everyone began proper introductions.
The ever-enthusiastic Marie Antoinette went first.
"My na is Marie Antoinette."
"The Queen of France?"
"That's right. As for what kind of person I am, I hope you'll discover that with your own eyes and ears. By the way, I don't really know how I was summoned, and I don't have a Master~ But we're on the sa side. We all want to save France."
Next ca Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
"My na is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. My situation is the sa as hers. Honestly, I have no idea why I was summoned. Am I even a hero? I'm great, sure, but only as a great artist. I did dabble in a little magecraft for music's sake—mostly because I was curious about the music demons play."
When Mozart ntioned his interest in "the music demons play," Adam gave him a aningful glance.
After the pair finished, it was Adam's group's turn.
"My na is Adam. As for why I know you two so well… you can just assu I have a True Na Discernnt skill."
He looked over at the girl beside him.
"This is my Servant, Mash Kyrielight."
Mash found herself thinking of the black-clad Marie she'd once seen with Adam. She quickly shook her head, banishing the image.
"As my Master said, I am a Servant. My class is Shielder."
Marie Antoinette studied Mash, then the other Mash standing nearby. Aside from their outfits, the two girls looked identical. She tilted her head curiously.
"Hm? You two look exactly alike—are you twins?"
Adam chuckled. "You get used to face collisions when you see enough of them. Damn you, Takashi Takeuchi."
The other Mash shook her head at Marie's question and introduced herself.
"My na is also Mash Kyrielight. Unlike my ntor, I'm still only a sub-Servant. My true na is unknown."
When she tried to explain her relationship with the other Mash, she faltered.
"As for how we're related… um, how do I put it?"
They were essentially the sa person, yet not.
Adam stroked his chin, eyes flicking between the two girls. A mischievous idea seed to strike him.
"Well, since we're talking twins, why not call yourselves sisters? You started as one being, sure, but in terms of mindset you're completely different. And since this Mash is technically older, she can be the big sister and you the little sister."
The younger Mash's eyes sparkled with hope. She turned to the other Mash expectantly.
"Is… is that okay, Shishou?"
The older Mash didn't answer right away. The mont Adam suggested it, her mind had wandered straight into dangerous territory.
(Does Senpai… want to try sisters play?)
When she received no reply, the younger Mash thought she'd been rejected and drooped sadly.
She moved on, introducing the still-dazed Marie Antoinette and Mozart to Ritsuka Fujimaru.
"This is Ritsuka Fujimaru, my Master."
Ritsuka, infected by Marie's energy, greeted them with equal enthusiasm—and dropped another cryptic "French" line.
"Ciallo～(∠?ω
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