Sister Rescue Plan

“I say, aren’t you overestimating me?” Izayoi Mirai sighed. “My current strength is basically due to Cater’s enhancement magic. After the Holy Grail War ends, I’ll be back to square one.”

Medea lowered her head upon hearing this, her expression somewhat somber. They had been avoiding a particular question for the past two days—

After the Holy Grail War ends and Medea returns to the Throne of Heroes, they will basically never meet again. Even if he starts another Holy Grail War and summons Medea, he will not retain the memory of this time. They will be strangers from then on.

Izayoi Mirai reached out and grasped her soft hand. Three thousand points would be enough to take her away. Killing one more Servant would be about enough. Moreover, there would be a reward after he completed the mission, so he would definitely be able to collect the points.

Arthur didn't think too much about it; he simply wanted to give Illya an extra layer of protection: "Einzbern isn't a Heroic Spirit, just a magician. You can defeat him."

"Are you kidding me? I've only been practicing magic for a few days. I'm basically just a pure fighter. You might as well have Ilya hire a few more bodyguards." Izayoi Mirai decisively refused. If she wanted to take Medea away, she would have to do it before Medea returned to the Throne of Heroes, right after they had achieved victory. By the time the Einzbern people arrived, it would be too late.

"You can ask Rin Tohsaka. She's a local bigwig in Fuyuki City, and the Tohsaka family has a lot of connections. Once we rescue her, she'll definitely feel bad not helping us."

Arthur nodded. That was all he could do. If Yoshimi was unwilling, he couldn't force her. In the end, it was he who owed Yoshimi a lot of favors, not the other way around.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At this time, Rin Tohsaka, whom they were talking about, was not in a good situation. She was locked in a basement with only two or three candles illuminating the dim light around her. She was shackled on her hands and feet, and had a collar around her neck with chains extending out and nailed to the ground by wooden stakes. Due to the length of the chains, Rin Tohsaka could only crawl on all fours, like a beautiful dog being kept by someone.

"That's absolutely outrageous!"

The immense humiliation tormented Rin Tohsaka's pride. From a young age, her father had always demanded elegance from her, and she had never lost her composure like this before, being treated like a bitch. "Even if it's Sakura, I will never forgive you!"

"What am I going to do if you won't forgive me?" Without a sound of footsteps, Matou Sakura suddenly appeared in front of Tohsaka Rin. She grabbed the iron chain, snapped the wooden stake, and pulled Tohsaka Rin in front of her, their faces extremely close.

The sudden feeling of suffocation made Rin Tohsaka lose her senses for a moment. When she came back to her senses, there was that familiar face in front of her, but it was filled with a sickly smile.

"What are you thinking, Tohsaka-senpai?" Matou Sakura was still smiling, but her eyes held no smile, their indifference chilling. "Do you want to... kill me?"

"cherry……"

Rin Tohsaka's expression was complicated. Ever since she learned the secret of the Matou family, she felt unable to face Sakura Matou. Just like now, after seeing Sakura Matou, all the anger from being deceived and insulted dissipated, leaving only guilt and helplessness.

After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Sakura, come back. Father didn't know about the Matou family back then, otherwise he wouldn't have sent you to the Matou family. Come back, and we'll use our Servants to crush that old bug and avenge you. Your mother has been missing you a lot too."

Mentioning Tohsaka Aoi, Matou Sakura's eyes flickered for a moment, but only for a fleeting instant. She flashed a sweet smile, yet one that inexplicably sent a chill down one's spine: "Is Tohsaka-senpai trying to make it up to me?"

She carried Rin Tohsaka to a corner. Rin began to suffocate, her vision blurred, and she saw stars. Sakura Matou's face also became blurry. In the flickering candlelight, there was a sinister and terrifying feeling.

"So, how does Tohsaka-senpai plan to make it up to me?" Tohsaka Rin felt like she was thrown to the ground, and Matou Sakura's words came to her ears. Before she could figure out what Matou Sakura meant, she felt like she was being pressed down by something.

Her gaze began to focus, and she noticed that Matou Sakura was sitting on her lap, looking down at her with an air of queenly authority. Sakura's hand was repeatedly caressing the inside of her thigh and gradually moving upwards.

A ticklish sensation came over her, and Rin Tohsaka tried to struggle, but Sakura Matou was surprisingly strong and held her firmly in place.

An ambiguous atmosphere began to spread, and Rin Tohsaka's face gradually turned red. Could it be that Sakura...

Suddenly, two fingers were roughly inserted into her throat, stirring it around, while Matou Sakura chuckled softly:

"Then, I'll start by collecting some interest."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I'll try updating twice a day starting tomorrow.

Chapter Thirty: Being the Lead Actress is a Tough Job

A strange atmosphere filled the basement, and the intermittent sounds that had been ringing out earlier had ceased. Rin Tohsaka's current state was quite unusual...

Indescribable.

Her eyes were unfocused, her physical strength and magic power had been completely drained. Rin Tohsaka, who was proficient in Bajiquan and could get close to and beat Medea, now didn't even have the strength to sit up. She could only let Sakura Matou do as she pleased. There were faint tear stains on her face, but her expression was languid and beautiful, just like the heroine who had been ruined in a corrupted doujinshi.

"Hey, sister—" Matou Sakura uttered that long-lost address, leaning down to kiss Tohsaka Rin's swollen pink lips, gently nuzzling her face, "Do you want to be with me forever?"

She sat up, stroked Rin Tohsaka's face, and smiled gently: "You should be willing too, right?"

Sakura Matou chained Rin Tohsaka to the stake again, stroking her head as if comforting her pet: "I have things to do, be a good girl, okay, big sister?"

Dark red lines crept up her face from her fair neck, giving her a bewitching beauty. When Rin Tohsaka met her eyes, her gaze lost focus, and darkness descended upon her.

Sakura Matou left the basement, deciding to keep her older sister there forever. To keep her sister company when she was alone, she even created a beautiful dream for her before leaving.

"You've arrived." The Matou family's V residence had long been a mess. Zouken Matou was nowhere to be seen. Angra Mainyu sat with his head down in a chair, countless shadows swaying behind him. He asked Sakura Matou, his tone as matter-of-fact as if he were the one in charge, "Is the ceremony all ready?"

“Ready.” Matou Sakura said calmly. At this moment, she had no expression, but she gave people a sense of oppression, like a volcano about to erupt. Frenzy was constantly accumulating in her body. The savage beast was tethered, waiting for the day it would break free of its cage.

"All the wedges have been planted and are ready to be used at any time."

"Then let's begin."

Angolan Manuel stood up, and the shadow swaying behind him became clearer—it was a dozen or so waving tentacles. His lower body transformed into arm-like structures, only thicker and stronger, supporting his form. He held a book in his hands, stroking it incessantly, murmuring as if in a dream.

"I can't wait to witness the glory of the great."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Medea, why have you shrunk!"

Izayoi Mirai stared blankly at the loli in front of her.

Her light purple hair was tied into a long ponytail, giving her a spirited look. She wore a similarly purple dress with a semi-transparent tulle overlay and silk gloves, making her look elegant and cute.

Medea Lily, C-girl?

"Do you like it?" Medea raised her eyebrows. She had gone to great lengths to successfully change her body shape and appear before Izayoi Mirai in a more youthful form.

"So cute."

Izayoi Mirai nodded, her inner emotions extremely complicated. She had only invited Medea out for a stroll, and Medea said she needed to prepare. When she opened the door again, this was what happened.

Although I've heard that makeup can make people look younger, this makeup even makes their figure look smaller! The effect is way too good!

"Going out to play? I want to come too!" Hearing the news, Ilya suddenly appeared out of nowhere. As a child, she was locked in her family to train in magic. When she participated in the Holy Grail War, she basically stayed in the castle in the suburbs. Now she is staying in Ryudou Temple. Ilya, whose mentality is quite consistent with her appearance, longs for the outside world.

She hugged Medea tightly. Although she was puzzled as to why Medea had shrunk, her curiosity about the outside world overcame her desire to ask questions: "Sister, please take me there."

Her eyes blinked, glistening and overflowing with longing.

"this--"

Medea looked at Izayoi Mirai with some difficulty. For some reason, Medea really liked children, but she also knew what Izayoi Mirai meant by inviting her out. She felt that choosing either side was not a good idea.

Izayoi glared at Illya, but she remained fearless, hugging Medea and glaring back at him.

I hate bratty kids. Yu Xiao sighed and rubbed her forehead. Oh well, there's plenty of time. Anyway, I won't see this third wheel in a few days. I'll just put up with it for now.

Once outside, Ilya was quite excited, running around in the street, finding everything new and fascinating. The world she used to only be able to glean from books was now vivid and complete.

Passersby watched the cheerful child with kind smiles; cute little girls are always endearing.

Izayoi Mirai and Medea walked slowly behind. Hercules was dead, Archer was definitely keeping an eye on Medusa, and Gilgamesh wasn't the type to ambush. The other Servants were either his or his allies. It was safe to say that going out on the street was particularly safe now.

"Future Lady." Medea leaned against Izayoi Mirai's chest. With her body shrunk to a childlike size, she seemed softer and more clingy. She said shyly, "Don't you think we look like a newlywed couple with a child right now?"

Yuuyo Mirai chuckled: "No newlywed couple has a child, let alone such a big one. They're practically an old married couple."

“And—” his expression was somewhat subtle, “If you were to have a daughter that big at your age, I would have to take her out for target practice… No, I’m a minor myself.”

Izayoi Mirai is only sixteen years old now, and standing next to the loli-transformed Medea, they look like a young student couple.

He bought an ice cream cone and fed it to Medea. Being fed in public made Medea blush, but she still ate it in small bites. Although she was shy, she liked this intimate behavior.

"It's very sweet, don't you want some?"

“Of course I’ll eat it.” Izayoi Mirai smiled, then suddenly leaned in, licked the cream off Medea’s lips, and kissed her.

The ice cream melted rapidly as the temperature rose, and the two of them swallowed it. Ilya ate the cone in her hand and pouted.

One was a follower, and the other practiced martial arts, refining magic power through breathing. Their lung capacity was naturally not bad, and their magic to reduce their presence had already been activated. The passing crowds did not notice the young couple who were eating ice cream very slowly.

Izayoi Mirai looked up, nuzzled her nose against Medea, and smiled, "It really is sweet."

Medea hooked her arm around Izayoi Mirai's neck, her eyes sparkling, and breathed sweetly, "Which one do you think is sweeter?"

Which is sweeter, me or ice cream?

Yuzai Mirai picked up the ice cream cone, which was still mostly empty, and said, "I can't taste anything. Shall we try again?"

Medea took another small sip of ice cream.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I failed to update twice, I'm ashamed, but I will try my best.

Writing about everyday life is so hard, I still need to practice more.

Four kills in one chapter! Jiangnan is a wolf in sheep's clothing. I was wondering how Su Xi would face Chu Zihang after her memories returned, but she just killed him. They say the Dragon Clan has a happy ending, but it might not be a happy ending at all.

Okay, it's finally finished revising the pornographic content. I was worried that Nancy would get so angry and bite me when we discussed it.

Chapter Thirty-One: When I saw you, my eyes started to sparkle.

The two of them snuggled together and finished their ice creams. Ilya had already eaten several and was holding a skewer of candied hawthorns, which she noticed were a bit sour.

She felt a bit superfluous standing there, and besides, seeing kissing all the time got boring.

After dessert, the next step was to go shopping for clothes. Izayoi Mirai specifically looked up common dating tips for girls online, since what girl doesn't like pretty dresses?

The women's clothing store is filled with a dazzling array of clothes, but precisely because of this, just walking in makes Youxiao Mirai feel like she's sitting on pins and needles. Just as women are praised for being handsome when they wear men's clothes, while men are considered perverted when they wear women's clothes, men also receive strange looks in women's clothing stores. This may seem like discrimination against men, but in essence, it is a denigration of the status of women.

However, since this is a clothing store, the sales assistants were very enthusiastic in their service. Even the other young ladies who came to buy clothes in the store only looked at them with curiosity, without any malice.

Medea was somewhat at a loss. She had never tried modern clothes before. Although this was one of the common sense principles instilled in her by the Holy Grail, it was still different from seeing it with her own eyes.

Yosuke Mirai picked out a pure white long dress for her. Apart from the lace at the hem, there were no other embellishments. It looked quite simple and elegant, but it suited the Lolita Medea's temperament perfectly.

She took the clothes and went to the dressing room. Ilya stood beside her, looking very envious, and playfully shook Yoshou Mirai's hand, saying, "Big brother, I want to buy pretty clothes too! Pick one out for me!"

“You’re too young, we don’t have any clothes that fit you here.” Yushou Mirai shook her head. “We’ll go to a children’s clothing store and pick some out for you later.”

As they spoke, Medea changed her clothes, and the girl who walked out of the dressing room was a sight to behold.