Crossover Anime: Starting by fusing with an old sword and summoning Morgan

The nights in Fuyuki are much gentler than in Tulipas.

There was no smoke of gunpowder, no alarms, only the occasional chirping of cicadas outside the window, and inside... Mordred's agonizing wail of despair.

"I can't take it anymore... I really can't..."

On the living room sofa, the usually fearless and rebellious knight was now slumped there like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, completely undignified.

Beside her, the energetic Ilya and Sakura were holding the flower wreath they had just made, staring at her with lingering interest.

"Sister Mordred, let's play again! This time you're the dragon and I'm the hero!" Ilya shook Mordred's arm.

"Spare me..." Mordred rolled her eyes, looking at Luo Chen who was carrying fruit out of the kitchen, her eyes full of SOS signals:

"Hey! Dad! This is even more tiring than fighting with Servants! Are these two brats' magical power limitless?"

"In a sense, it is indeed infinite."

Luo Chen smiled and stuffed the sliced ​​melon into Mordred's mouth, silencing her complaints.

"Alright, Ilya, Sakura. I'm tired, you should go to sleep."

"Sigh—" the two little girls let out a long, disappointed sound.

But under Luo Chen's gentle yet unyielding gaze, they obediently said goodnight to each other and went back to the children's room hand in hand.

After the children left, only the adults remained in the living room.

Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoned his shirt collar, and looked at Morgan, who was sitting on a single sofa reading a fashion magazine, and Jeanne and Artoria, who were discussing the latest skincare products with Irisviel.

"Well then, ladies."

Luo Chen clapped his hands, a meaningful smile curving his lips:

"Even though we're at home, as 'warriors' who have just returned from the battlefield, shouldn't we perform a necessary ritual?"

"A ceremony?" Joan of Arc paused, clutching the hem of her dress nervously. "Is it... a mass?"

"No."

Morgan closed the magazine, stood up, and walked gracefully to Luo Chen's side with her long legs encased in black stockings.

She stretched out her finger and gently drew circles on Luo Chen's chest, her eyes alluring:

It means "cleaning".

"Arthur, I just did a little 'remodeling' of the bathroom. It should be big enough to accommodate everyone here now."

All...people?

Joan of Arc's brain went blank for a second, and then her face turned bright red.

"M-Mixed bathing?!"

……

The fairy left the palace and went to the large bathhouse on the first floor.

"Is...is this kind of thing really allowed?"

In the dressing room, Joan of Arc was clutching the thin towel she was wearing, leaning against the locker, her whole body steaming.

Since accepting the "flesh" of the Third Law, she has discovered that this new body is frighteningly sensitive to the outside world.

Even the slightest touch of fabric rubbing against her skin sent a strange electric current through her.

Now, she is about to face mixed-gender bathing.

"What's not allowed?"

A soft laugh rang out.

Morgan le Fay has shed all his constraints.

The fairy queen stood before the full-length mirror, displaying without reservation her perfect, alluring body, a body that could make even the gods fall for her.

Her snow-white skin glowed alluringly under the warm yellow light, and her long legs, slender waist, and enviable curves all exuded the charm of the "Dominator".

She turned around and glanced at Joan of Arc with the look one would give a "country bumpkin who's never seen the world":

"Arthur is the king, and I am the queen. In this house, my rules are the rules."

"and……"

Morgan strode toward the bathroom door, and as he passed Joan of Arc, he mischievously reached out and lightly ran his hand along the inside of her taut thigh.

"Now that we have a physical body, we should learn to enjoy pleasure. Otherwise, wouldn't this body be a waste?"

"Hey—!"

Joan of Arc trembled and almost collapsed to the ground.

The intense tingling sensation caused her mind to go completely blank.

"Hehe, what an adorable reaction."

Morgan chuckled softly and pushed open the door to enter.

"Don't be afraid, Joan of Arc."

Irisviel walked over gently, a shy blush on her face.

She gently nudged Joan of Arc's back:

"Everyone's here. And... this is a great opportunity to get to know each other better, isn't it?"

With some resistance, the Holy Maiden finally took that step of depravity.

……

Inside the large public bathhouse.

It's less of a bathroom and more of a luxurious water palace.

Morgan used the ability of "Territory Creation" to fold and expand the original bathroom space several times over.

The floor is made of pure white marble, surrounded by magical crystals that emit a soft glow. In the center is a huge circular bath that can accommodate dozens of people. Unknown fairy petals float on the surface of the water, emitting a calming and sleep-inducing fragrance.

There was even a small magic waterfall on one side of the bathtub, making a gurgling sound.

"Wow...that feels so good!"

Melusin was already frolicking in the water.

She moved through the water completely naked, her long, silvery-white hair spreading out in the water like beautiful seaweed.

Artoria, on the other hand, seemed somewhat reserved.

Although she had already entered the water, she still chose a corner spot, with only her shoulders and above showing.

Her damp blonde hair clung to her cheeks, and her emerald green eyes appeared particularly dreamy in the steam.

"The water temperature... is a little too high," she muttered softly, unsure whether it was from the heat or from nervousness about what was about to happen.

"Splash!"

Joan of Arc finally went into the water.

Extremely shy, she quickly submerged herself in the water, leaving only her bright blue eyes visible as she warily scanned her surroundings.

However, the warm spring water instantly enveloped every inch of her sensitive skin, and the smooth, warm touch made her let out a sweet sigh:

"call……"

Just then.

From behind the screen on the other side of the bathhouse, came a series of steady footsteps.

"It seems everyone has arrived."

Luo Chen came out.

He wasn't wearing a bath towel.

In front of all the "wives" in this house, as the head of the family, he displayed absolute honesty and domineering power.

Every muscle in his body is like a work of art meticulously sculpted by a master, smooth, firm, and containing explosive power.

The crimson-gold vertical pupils gleamed with a chillingly aggressive light in the mist.

"ah!"

Joan of Arc instinctively closed her eyes, but her fingers secretly parted a little bit.

This is so... so exciting... Is this what the male body is like?

"What are you hiding from?"

Luo Chen chuckled softly and stepped into the water.

As he entered, the temperature of the entire bath seemed to rise slightly.

He didn't rush to the most spacious spot, but swam straight to Joan of Arc, who was huddled in the corner.

"Luo...Luo Chen...don't..."

Joan of Arc tried to back away in a panic, but behind her was only the cold pool wall.

There was no way to retreat.

Luo Chen leaned forward, bracing his hands against the pool wall, completely trapping Joan of Arc between his embrace and the pool wall.

His broad chest pressed against her trembling body.

"Are you getting used to this body?"

Luo Chen lowered his head, his nose brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and husky.

"Habit, habit..."

Joan of Arc's voice was trembling.

The underwater touch was so vivid that she felt so shy she was about to faint.

"lie."

Luo Chen's hand moved underwater.

His large, broad hand slid down Joan's smooth back, past her waist, and continued downwards...

"ah!!"

Joan of Arc cried out in surprise, arching her back and gripping Luo Chen's shoulders tightly with both hands.

That instant left her mind blank.

"Your body is so stiff, and you say you're used to it?"

Luo Chen did not stop; instead, he intensified his efforts.

"As a saintess, your patience seems rather lacking."

"Waaah...no, please don't...everyone's watching..."

Tears welled up in Joan of Arc's eyes; it was a physiological reaction to extreme shame.

She could feel Irisviel's gentle gaze, Morgan's teasing look, Artoria's shy stare, and Melusin's curious eyes all focused on her.

"Go ahead and watch."

Luo Chen bit down on her bright red earlobe:

"You're mine. I can touch you however I want."

"Tonight, let's wash away your 'sense of shame' first."

"Waaah..."

Joan of Arc collapsed completely into Luo Chen's arms, letting out a weak, mournful cry, and could only let him do as he pleased.

"Hmph, so eager now that there's someone new?"

A cold snort, tinged with jealousy, came from behind.

Morgan swam over.

Unlike Joan of Arc, she wasn't shy; instead, she hugged Luo Chen directly from behind.

"Arthur, my shoulders are sore."

Morgan's voice was languid and alluring, even carrying a hint of command:

"Turn around and serve me."

Luo Chen released Joan of Arc, who was about to faint, and turned to pull Morgan into his arms.

He had a different way of "serving" this queen.

He lowered his head and kissed Morgan's red lips—a deep kiss filled with a desire for conquest and possession.

Morgan responded enthusiastically, boldly swimming her hands underwater.

"Hmm...not bad."

When the kiss ended, Morgan licked his lips, his eyes glazed yet still haughty.

"Tonight, I want to experience something different."

"As you wish."

Luo Chen smiled, then looked at Artoria, who was trying her best to keep her presence to herself.

"Leah."

"Yes, yes!"

The Knight King was startled, and the ahoge (cowlick) on his head stood up straight.

"come over."

Luo Chen waved to her.

Artoria hesitated for a moment, then blushed and swam over.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Chen..."

"Scrub my back."

Luo Chen turned around and leaned against the edge of the pool.

"Phew...it was just a back rub."

Artoria breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a towel, and began to carefully wipe Luo Chen's back.

However, just as she was concentrating on serving, Luo Chen suddenly turned around, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her with a little force.

"Splash!"

Artoria exclaimed and threw herself into Luo Chen's arms.

"Luo...Luo Chen?!"

Artoria panicked and tried to get up, but Luo Chen pressed down on her waist.

"Just rubbing your back isn't enough?"

Luo Chen looked at the shy and charming knight king:

"Lia, your body is tense too."

"As my master, I have a duty to help my knight relax his muscles."

Luo Chen's hand moved upwards along her waistline, his fingertips carrying magic, helping her relieve stress.

For Artoria, who had been practicing swordsmanship for many years, this tingling sensation was a devastating blow.

"Hmm... Haa..."

Artoria tilted her head back, her long neck looking incredibly graceful, and a seductive voice, never normally heard, escaped her lips:

"No...this feeling is too strange..."

"A very honest voice."

Luo Chen leaned in and kissed away the water droplets on her neck.

Inside the bathing area, the water rippled.

The sensual aroma was so strong it was almost overwhelming.

This is what is known as the "King's Wine Pool and Meat Forest".

"Okay, that's almost done washing."

Luo Chen felt the restless crimson dragon fire within his body; this level of contact was no longer enough to satisfy him.

He stood up abruptly, picked up Artoria from his arms, and strode towards the changing room.

"Go back to your room."

Luo Chen's voice was hoarse, carrying an undeniable domineering air:

"Tonight, nobody's getting away."

"Especially you, Joan of Arc. That was just foreplay; the real 'teaching' is about to begin."

Joan of Arc huddled in the water, watching Luo Chen's retreating figure. Although she was so ashamed she wanted to die, a strange desire deep within her body made her stand up as if possessed and follow him.

Let them fall into depravity.

If it's for this man...

That night.

In the master bedroom of the fairy palace, magic surged, and she remained awake all night.

This is a celebration for Luo Chen's family.