Munetsuchi

This young girl had blurted out the way she considered herself, if only to try and stop the overly nice things falling from her teacher's face. Imagine her absolute dismay and happiness when he continued to give her compliments. He claimed that her understanding of self was closer to perfect balance because she managed not to be prideful while not self-deprecating. He claimed she was a special sort and she could believe in herself a bit more. 'He's really so nice! I can't take advantage of him and get him sent to slut hell with me,' she thought absently. "A-arigatou gouzaimasu..." she managed most timidly. Of course, that wouldn't really change very quickly even so... she seemed to feel quite a bit better. Maybe now she could finally silence that strange set of thoughts she'd been battling with for the last few moments. Finally, the man drew away from her face, he straightened his posture and she made sure not to spend too much time staring at his manhood. Apparently her words about how well he was doing were well received. So much so he seemed to have something else good to say. All of it ended when the man claimed to look forward to working with her, and having her teach him things too... he called her Anais-sensei?! She found herself staring at the man with a look of abject shock and a large thump though her chest which she was pretty sure meant her heart had just exploded. This was marked by the abject reddening of her face and yet another of those invasive thoughts. 'Sensei?! Why'd he say that... he could be teaching me something instead... wait. No. Not that. Stop slutting up the shishou!' Her thoughts were swirling in her mind. "I doubt I have much I could teach you... but onegaishimasu, Shisou..." she managed to answer sheepishly. Her eyes were closed again. Oh right her hood was down, she couldn't just sink into her own shadows. Her poor brain was burning, and her body wasn't too far behind. And now that she wasn't looking again she was imagining things she definitely shouldn't, maybe it was something she could actually consider. 'Well, if you're going to slut hell... you might want to find out why~' Why was she teasing herself in her own mind.

Sakura gave as much of an answer as it was possible for her to give. She didn't figure explaining mechanically to a human how to create would work, especially not one under duress. So, she opted to explain the feeling of it, which she now fully understood as she'd recently been feeling quite a lot. Ah, and would soon to be feeling more. Sakura wasn't sure if her meaning would have been completely understood, but lo, Charles would soon be found taking actions of his own accord. It seemed he was becoming more solid as he took mana directly from the girl's breast after coming to whatever conclusion. It was a nice sensation for Sakura who found her loins almost pulsing from the sensation. She'd give what he wanted and be a bit more passive about receiving, but it wouldn't stop her from semi-actively participating. "Yes, whatever that is... " she murmured into the lad with a small moan escaping her lips. Ah, what would he do with the mana he took? How would he be forming his self? She found it interesting to consider and couldn't wait to observe it.

As for the throne room, a certain amount of domination was taking place. The overwhelming might forced directly into Miwa's body was something which she'd come to expect from this particular man. Even so, the powerful pulses she felt from his rod after he'd fully asserted himself, made her swoon. He claimed to like it, after basking in the satisfaction of his entry, and even commented on her still standing body. "I'm glad you like it Anata~ I did say I'd try my best~" she chimed seemingly happy to accept the praise, and what was next. He rather furiously started pummeling her sex and her own body began to rock with extra sensation. Even so, she quite enjoyed this amount of roughness as she felt as if each forward movement would go through her at her current angle. "Aaah!~" how long could she actually last with her legs spread like this? Well that was up for debate, even so, the goddess would eventually prove her own stamina and begin meeting those thrust with minor movements of her hips. She'd be feeling this sensation in her body forever, she was sure... but certainly it'd be worth the burn in her hips and thighs later to feel the rapidly building orgasm she had coming.

More unnecessary thanks came Ailen's way. This time, he merely nodded and moved on. There remained many things to question, such as Anais's repeated blushing and all the times she closed her eyes. Something was amiss with her mentally, even though she was perfectly fine in the physical and spiritual senses. "Still happening, hm? There should be some way to deal with that," he mused while looking around the workshop. There was still a concoction in the works for calming her mind and spirit, but he was beginning to wonder if it would be strong enough at this point. "Maybe nothing here will have enough potency, now that you're in this state. That's strange. You've gone so far, I fear I won't be able to get the job done," he mused. While he considered the functionality of his potion, Anais expressed doubt in the idea of her teaching him much. He took a moment to glance in her direction, seeming wholly in disbelief. "Nonsense. Until you know everything I know and more, my duty is incomplete. I must teach you everything about everything, to the limits of my own knowledge. Learning from you is only a natural part of progression, and in this case, I'm sure it will be sooner rather than later. Mine is a duty of guiding you to a greatness I alone cannot attain."

Charlemagne's slightly more proactive approach proved worthwhile immediately. Sakura seemed pleased, even as he inhaled mana from her to the point of having it pour into his own body. To the informed and aware, it would seem as if his core was filling with darkness again... but also completing the sphere it once was in the process. What was his desire? Well, Charlemagne decided he wanted a taste of happiness for himself, for once. If he could take that from Sakura and she was providing, he'd take it. Of course, what that meant in reality may or may not have been Charlemagne's intention; he couldn't tell either way. Whatever the case, the decision led to Sakura penetrating him on a spiritual level, down to the Core and even further beyond. He had the strangest swirling sensation in his chest for reasons he'd never understand. Was this the answer? Maybe it was, or maybe it was just the feeling of that mana spiraling its way through him.

Miwa did say she'd try her best. For the goddess herself to say such a thing, Mugen believed he was in for a very interesting day. He'd be in for a very interesting several days if things went his way. The presentation of Miwa's backside was perfection incarnate. The way she felt within was something even he'd never experienced ─ almost as if she'd done something to shrink her own entrance from the inside. "Sugoi, sugoi!" the male chanted while thrusting that thumb deeper into her arse. Every sound Miwa made in this position was elevated just a bit beyond the norm. Here in Munetsuchi, any words spoken by the goddess Miwa were considered by most to be unquestionable wisdom. Perhaps her moans should be treated the same? "This might be the best knowledge you've ever come up with. Though I do still like that other thing~♥"

They could have moved on, Ailen could have ignored the shiftiness of his apprentice. He could have let her fight with herself internally until she managed to get her hormones and invasive thoughts under control, but no. No, today he seemed to be realizing exactly how many problems she was having in her mind despite her body and spirit being in perfect working order. Anais wasn't completely obtuse either, she realized he managed to still be worried about her, and was apparently observant enough to have figured out her particular tells. 'Waah! He's paying so much attention to me!! I'm here having slutty thoughts and he's still just trying to help me~' her mind was almost crying as she realized this truth. She seemed a bit shocked by it, in actuality. He claimed he thought he may not be able to get the job done and her mind let something slip from between her lips before she could stop herself. "You can definitely get the job done," and soon after she covered her own mouth. Oh, poor young Anais, she probably could have gotten away with it being just a passing comment if she didn't react to saying it. "Ignore that... I didn't say that... it was in my head where it belonged," she said hurriedly willing to let that slide right under the radar. 'Goddamnit brain, please stop!' she was still arguing with herself. Maybe just maybe if she got away with that one, she'd actually be able to quiet her own brain. At the same time, he claimed that his job was to guide her to the heights he couldn't reach alone. "That's so earnest!" she exclaimed. Never in her life had Anais been so entranced by a teacher. She found herself rather earnestly wanting to live up to expectations, if only her previous schooling had left her with such a zest for learning.

At the same time, Charles finally seemed to be looking for happiness for himself. Sakura for her part in this, was getting something she desired, which seemed to please her to no end. And just the same she was observing the lad's mana and his progress. She understood what was happening with him, and figured she observe both magically and physically. It seemed that he was content to absorb some of the dark power that Sakura had absorbed herself, even so she seemed nothing but amused. She'd continue their connection and leave herself passively able to be taken. She hadn't let go of him, but she was now studying his face and body. How interesting that he'd come to some conclusion, she wondered if he'd share what he was thinking, she was curious after all.

This particular position left Miwa feeling as if she was being stretched both internally and externally. Even so, she received praise from her husband which was something which made her happy. He was always so aggressive, but she did say answering to an aggressive man had its own benefits. Here and now she was experiencing those benefits as a constant pounding sensation and a thumb shoved further up her rear. She was dangerously close to climax and would reach it as his pounding and her own meeting of his thrusts continued. "Well, as long as you like it~" she mused, as fluid leaked extra from her loins and her hips and knees buckled gently under the pressure of her release. "Though, I can't take full credit... I did see this somewhere else first~" she explained. Always willing was Miwa to share credit. Knowing how to use things she saw was her special skill, making them better or suited to her own use was another. But the original idea would always be linked back to those who earned it, in this case the goddess of death deserved full credit for this potential development. The innocent were full of ingenuity, though she likely wasn't very innocent anymore.

In opposition to his shared opinion, Anais claimed he could definitely get the job done. She had little reason to harbor such belief in him, but since she did... it was only right that he work at it. "Then I─" Ailen hesitated to respond, seeing the immediate covering of Anais's mouth. Why would she do that? Well, he'd soon hear for himself. For some unknown reason, she wanted to keep that sentence in her head. Why she thought that, he didn't know. "You're more than free to share your opinions with me, you know? This relationship doesn't have to be one of facts; we can freely share our thoughts, beliefs, or anything with one another. Take that as you wish. Now, how is your metabolizing going? Are you sorted enough to function, or are you in need of something else? Don't hesitate to let me know any requirements you have."

Charlemagne's development was taking the strangest turns. That Spiritual Core fragment was spreading thin into the spherical state. It shouldn't have worked under normal circumstances, but the extra bolstering made it possible. Alas, it was not something that would take full form and hold itself. It was being held together by something else, something deeper and strangely connected. Charlemagne had the strangest sensation deep within. There was something that almost felt physical there, and there was little more to be done about it. He didn't feel the thirst for more mana, so Sakura's bosom would be abandoned. Something more, though ─ what? He was about to... burst? Yes, that seemed right. It was that same earlier feeling of exploding, but more like the moments before breaking through a barricade of some sort. . .

For Miwa's knowledge, she diverted the credit for her current 'knowledge'. In Mugen's opinion, it didn't matter if the idea came from somewhere else. "Who cares? I'm guessing you make it better anyway," Mugen commented. Whether that was objective or subjective didn't matter to him either, as they were one and the same within his realm of concern. This moment was all about discovering a new trick. With Mugen being the one to test it out, he'd find everything he needed to know. He'd seek its usefulness, its versatility, and especially its longevity. From the male's angle, the latter seemed indefinite. There was little Mugen had to do besides rock his hips back and forth, but it seemed something that would put Miwa through the proverbial ringer in time. Well... that was what he always sought anyway.

Oh? Even Anais fumbling and drawing strange attention to herself didn't seem to draw any unwarranted attention from her mentor. The man seemed to be semi-oblivious to himself or rather he seemed to have n oidea the problems his existence were posing to the once teen girl in his care. No, instead she was told, she could share anything she liked with him. That their relationship wasn't one of facts but instead was one which could share anything. 'That's so nice! I can't deserve having this man look after me...' she had that thought and found herself staring at her mentor. Ah and then the invasive thoughts returned as well, 'You can take me as you wish! Wait. No. Quiet!' she was still having an interesting time fighting with her internal voice. "Ano, that's a lot. I don't mind... if you're sure. I'm prone to excessive and wayward thoughts and inquiries..." she commented as a thing she'd heard in both of her childhoods. As for her metabolizing mana she gave it a bit of consideration. Actually to check it she took a deep breath, relaxed and whistled a little tune, feeling the feedback of within her ears. "I think I am fine. I feel fine, pitch is still good..." she said thinking about it for a few seconds. She was asked if she was in need of something else. She was to let him know if she had any requirements. Anais didn't have requirements, she did have a curiosity. 'Do it! If you're going to slut hell anyway, might as well have fun getting there...' Why was her mind like this? Oh well, maybe she should consider it an instinct based thing? It was her internal voice trying to throw her under the bus after all. "I don't have any requirements, but..." ah, there was a bit. "I do have a remaining curiosity. Could you help me with that release I didn't have. I want to know what it's like," she managed most skittishly. Having said it, her face was rather red, but it she'd gotten it out, so maybe it wasn't so bad. Or maybe she'd faint and wouldn't have to deal with it. Perhaps it was fine.

Charles developments were something Sakura was observing directly. Just the same he seemed to be done taking mana from her but she was still pleased. Ah, his mana was feeling pretty strong at this point, and there was something of an echo behind it. Something strange that Sakura had never directly felt before... how interesting. Just the same there was an almost welling bit of mana, she wondered if she was about to be treated to the return of the man once taken from her? Oh... that would be pretty interesting even if it wasn't the case, she'd still have a bit of fun.

While Sakura seemed content to observe and receive and be... whatever it was that Charles needed. Miwa was being tortured in the most beautiful way. Her husband seemed to enjoy her current position, enough that he wasn't bothered about the details. "Better is subjective, but, one does have to make their own adjustments," Miwa mused about her current position. Ah, she'd survived two flourishes, how many more did she have before her legs gave out? Well, she promised to try so she continued to hold out. Her hips were now shifting against her husband's thrusts. She seemed to be enjoying the amount of aggression he was so content to hand out and what was more he was enjoying it. That indeed was the best part of the situation over all, for Miwa as well. She wouldn't regret giving her husband this particular position to work.

Excessive and wayward thoughts and inquiries. Anais presented this information about herself as if others considered it negative. The uneducated had such bothersome opinions at times, Ailen thought. "Those are desirous traits, not reprehensible ones. Excessive thinking and questioning can only become negatives if they keep you from taking action... or if you never gain the knowledge you need. Remember this: Knowledge is neither a gift, nor a privilege. It is a tool most important, and one must never neglect any they have acquired. All information has its purpose. . ." With that said, Ailen briefly set his gaze upon the incomplete potion again. He still wondered if it would be potent enough in the end, but after a small test of her own, Anais determined her own wellness. She continued saying she was fine, so he could hardly do more than believe her word. So then, what of her requirements before moving on? She had none, apparently. Ah... but there was one thing. Anais was curious about the thing called orgasm; she wished to understand the experience for herself. Curious as always, Ailen wondered about a few small details. "Hmm. Seeking knowledge for the sake of curiosity alone is sometimes the most satisfying. This should be an excellent study for you. Alright. What will be your preferred method?"

Charlemagne wasn't moving. Well... his body wasn't moving. Inside, there was a different story entirely. That spiraling sensation become one which reached out to Sakura, seeming hellbent on pulling parts of her very soul into its pattern. Strangely, there was another occurrence Charlemagne was unaware of. That little thread stretching from him into the sky, severed, its remnants becoming wrapped in the spiral as well. From that moment forward, the spiral would compress itself more and more, until... it burst. A wave overcame the Zen Pavilion and carried on for meters, kilometers even. Souls all over would be stricken by a sense of calming as Charlemagne radiated an ambient golden glow. Ah, but that glow would quickly recede, becoming something a fair bit darker in color. That would cause a second, less-explosive wave which reeked of... desire.

Of course Miwa would bring up subjectivity. Oh well; he didn't care about that either. She was still holding out, to her credit. With her taking on some movements of her own, the fun could truly begin for both sides. Mugen's senses were open to every little shift in mana, which also happened to inform him of the pink-haired lad's peeled eyelids. They were being watched intently by one who absorbed much information from the exchange, and then... that calming wave spread. Mugen was in strong opposition to such a thing on a spiritual level, but what of the second, duller pulse? Well, he was obviously a desirous individual. The second wave left him grinning and slamming his hips into Miwa's backside as if he meant to tip her over each time. Just the same, the observant Astolfo was standing off to the side, lifting his skirt and taking hold of his own unnaturally-girthy rod. The younger male was getting riled-up quickly; he had to do something about it.

Anais was beyond suffering. She'd managed to keep her thoughts to herself for the most part, and luckily enough for her... her mentor wasn't exactly pressing any of the issues she was having mentally. No, he was instead taking issue with how she'd had her curiosities described. Of course, in being like this she was made pleased by his statements. It was nice knowing her curiosities wouldn't be a hinderance at all. And she'd remember the things he had to say about them likely forever. "Hai, I'll keep that in mind!" she seemed fairly excited about that entire thing. And then the conversation moved on. Anais was a teen girl in her own head, but she somehow managed to ask a semi-direct question. In doing this, she had more direct but comforting words given to her. Strangely, a pulse of feeling seemed to hit her, first completely calming and peaceful and then a pulse which seemed to cause an arousing sensation as well. "Eh? That feels like Charlie, but also... not. I guess he's alright then, that's a relief. But..." she seemed to recognize that sensation for what it was and made another decision. "Yep, going right into the rule one box." All of this while she was considering how she wanted to experience her orgasm. And that strange feeling seemed to only made her give consideration to something specific. She'd basically been encouraged to look for what she wanted, she could experience it as she wanted. There were at least a few ways she knew she could experience it, at least two she was completely against for her own mental safety, but that feeling seemed to make her think about it a bit too long. She found her eyes tracing over her sensei and catching on to him at various instances as he considered her options. Her fingers began tapping together again, but she seemed to have a thought. "Um, could you do it with your tongue?" she asked that question and then seemed kind of surprised by it having popped up as a thought in her head, only to have it fall out of her mouth. Yes, her face turned red immediately again... she should die in slutty hell right now. Yes, yes she should.

Meanwhile, Sakura witnessed the creation of something new. In telling Charles to do what he wished, to do what he desired. He took from her a piece of her darkness and locked up what was left of his thread. Sakura saw that happening and wondered why that was part of his choice, but as usual, her face and demeanor were free of judgement. What was more, she was connected to him, and experienced the pulse of his new existence. That burst truly was something beautiful to watch, she'd have to make sure to thank the nice man who'd told her about it later. Until then she felt those two different sorts of sensations, one calming and then one... familiar warmth which made her loins twitch happily. "Hm? Char-kun..." she was steadily waiting to see what came of this burst and what else he wanted to do.

Meanwhile, Miwa was being destroyed. All the while, the married couple was being watched by the pink haired lad from the group who'd been left behind. Miwa couldn't split her attention currently, but her own feelings of the mana all around told her, that everyone of importance nearby was having an interesting experience presently or had one recently. No matter, that fast moving beat against her bottom seemed to only get rougher as a rather sudden influx of feeling happened. Miwa's whole body seemed to relax and then rather suddenly the feeling that pulsed out was something more akin to pure desire. "Ara? I've never felt that before... I'll have to check on it later, but it seems like she managed all on her own~" she mused about her daughter's progress. In truth she was happy for the girl, and a bit jealous she hadn't gotten to witness it. Still, upon seeing such a thing, she'd likely be able to fully figure out these things called Sources, especially with a whole in use one existing nearby. That was a thought which was almost exciting as the current sex... almost. But nothing could take precedence over Mugen pounding away at her, to her next climax which had her core gripping him with intensity as extra fluids leaked out of her person. "Aaah!~"

"Please do," Ailen said about remembering his message. If nothing else, he considered it a solid rule of thumb for all knowledge. If she could remember that, she could go far in this world ─ or any world for that matter. Oh? Just as he was thinking it over, a very strange sensation spread across Munetsuchi. Ailen felt both as well. He was well enough at peace already, so the first had no effect on the elf. The second showed its effects in the simple form of a throb or two in his manhood. Ailen had always been good enough at practicing self-restraint, and he certainly wasn't going to throw himself at his apprentice. Knowing what both feelings in those waves were, he wondered only if Anais suffered at all from their effects. Ah, she knew the root of them as well; that was a pleasant start. "It was. It seems he's evolved into something quite new to the world. That will be an interesting study as well," he commented. Now then, Anais's method of choice was still a matter of curiosity. She took a few moments to make the decision, and once she did... she asked if he could make it work with his tongue. How strange. "Hmm? I see. That is normally not a request, but an offering. You would be sharing your mana and knowledge with me, so you needn't make it sound like something I am doing for you instead. I should be honored," he rambled, delivering unto Anais another truth of this world. What she probably considered a shameful request, many others viewed as the ultimate gift one could give.

Speaking of gifts, Charlemagne had been given one by Sakura, in a roundabout way. Her methods were rather queer, even unacceptable by some perspectives. Nevertheless, the pain was all gone, not just something he could ignore in favor of their contact. He was stable. He was himself, but... something entirely different? Yes, he couldn't really say he'd gone back to the same. That secondary wave had spread out to many others, but for Charlemagne, it had become more the standard. Whatever the case, Sakura was waiting for something. What? He didn't know. He did know, however, that her appeal hadn't gone anywhere ─ it may have even intensified. Feeling that momentary shift of pressure between her folds, he felt one thing was necessary. "You're not done yet, right?" he surmised. By that feeling, he could assume that was the case.

Those waves were felt by all ─ even Miwa. Interestingly enough, she decided to comment on it from a scholarly perspective. Mugen heard her excitement for their daughter's development, and though there was plenty of reason to be thrilled, he didn't seem the same. In actuality, Mugen just expected nothing less of the girl. "Ho?" he muttered. In that very moment, the thumb in Miwa's backdoor thrusted deep, until it could no longer be pushed forward. It clenched, it dug in, and it even twirled about inside. "Don't go telling me that's where your brain is right now. Is that your way of saying I'm not doing enough?" he asked, though not at all legitimately wondering such. Just as his thumb had done, he buried his tool deep within her loins, even entering her womb and twisting about only after said entry. Obviously, she had to be taught a lesson; this happened to be the best way he thought to do so.

An interesting dynamic was developing between this mentor and his apprentice. Even so, Anais found herself experiencing the new sensation of Charles and his current upgrade to existence. "Hm, definitely new. It hits my ears at a deeper pitch than he did when he was crowned Holy Emperor..." she said giving a bit of thought to way that was. It'd likely be interesting, but she'd have to be very careful if she decided to question him, after all, she didn't want to open herself up to any undue questioning, which she was quite certain would be coming eventually. Beyond this there was Anais' request which apparently hit the ears of her mentor strangely. He claimed that wasn't normally a request and shouldn't be treated as a favor done for her, but instead a gift done for him. "Eh?!" she said aloud at first, but her brain said something different immediately. 'Well he didn't say no!~' she really needed her brain to stop teasing her. "Wait wait wait... No, I get it. It's one of those outside differences between human logic and reality, isn't it? Like it's an offering of mana, instead of a service as it would be seen by humans, but I'm sure I'd want it that way for the sensation. This difference in understanding is really contradictory," she murmured. "But I would still want it that way. Even if I thought of it as an offering, I'd make it for you," she concluded. Ah, that desire had leaked in and created something akin to a slightly more honest version of the girl still sitting in the floor. To be honest, she wouldn't mind doing a lot of things with her mentor, but... she figured she'd take her curiosities in small doses and work out her understanding over time.

At the same time, Charles seemed to complete himself in truth the pulses he'd created seemed to spread quite far from himself. Even so, Sakura could only be pleased by his development. She was quite certain this was the thing her mother had been explaining. She could see and feel the differences in the quality of his existence. As such she was pleased she'd succeeded in keeping him alive. Soon after, he had something to say, asking her about her being done. "Hm? Well, I've done what I intended..." she mused. "But I did say I'd accept whatever you came up with... and more isn't something I'd say no to~" she said with a strange amount of desire in her body. "But then what do you want, I've chosen a lot now..." she stated as if she was willing to give the lad control over their positioning and the like if they were to continue.

Ah, and the acknowledgement of the goings on of her lands seemed to set off Miwa's husband. Despite the renewed aggression he had to offer her, she knew he was just as pleased about their daughter's progress. Actually, given his personality she was sure even without knowing what she was attempting to do, he would have believed her capable of it. Obviously Miwa did as well or she would have done it herself. Technically, she'd let her do it, even while she wanted to see the results for herself, and in return she was now receiving a gift. That thumb in her rear became more buried and actively moved about tickling her from within. At the same time, her husband found his way to her absolute end and knocked the wind from her lungs. Her tongue flew out of her mouth and she could barely manage to recover considering the stars dotting her visit. "Anata!♥~ This is such an overreaction~" she mused as she felt her knees and legs wobble. "If you do it like this... I won't be able to stay like this..." she seemed to be moaning her words as her womb shivered and her core did as well. She was certain she was achieving the greatest of orgasms between shock and roughness, but that was no problem for her. Maybe by the time this was over, she'd barely manage to care.

It came as no surprise that Anais registered a very different sensation from that previously-broken boy in her company. What Ailen felt now, was not something that belonged in this world. He'd seen all sorts between gods, demons, mythical creatures and the like, and this was none of them. Miwa was the closest to such an entity, but even she didn't have that unfamiliar undertone to the way she felt. Well, he'd surely find out more about that later. For now, he had a student to teach the ways of... well, it seemed he'd be teaching the pleasures of sex and the sensation of clarity that came along with orgasm. Before that, however, there was the matter of Anais's understanding. She seemed to grasp the point quite well. "It is precisely that. Those who know nothing of the truth, can seek only the physical pleasure. In that regard, I will admit that it makes sense to flip things around that way. In the same way I would be asking for your mana, it would instead be you asking to feel satisfied. Though, some may understand the purpose of both. Those things are not considered very separate here in Munetsuchi, nor do I personally believe we should consider them separate. You may think otherwise; that would be fine. However..." There wasn't much more to say. According to Anais, she would even offer mana to him. That was unconventional in terms of the teacher-student relationship, but it didn't seem they would be following every norm anyway. "Is that so? Well, that is unorthodox, albeit pleasing. I consider it an honor either way. So... shall we? I have nothing here but workbenches and trees. If it is a more intimate arrangement you wish for, we will have to go upstairs," he explained. Regardless of her answer, Ailen had one hand extended to offer the girl a lift.

Sakura had done all she wanted; she'd ensured Charlemagne's wellbeing. On the other hand, she remained open to what he desired, and she wouldn't turn down the idea of continuing. He was solid again. With that being the case, Charlemagne was able to sling an arm around Sakura's lower back once more. He'd use that as leverage to lift and turn the girl, placing her on that strange bed while he took to standing. Of course, that little maneuver also separated their lower bodies. Sakura would be laid next to that fallen Dark Grail while he stood and thought. Even while he wasn't literally inside the girl... his mind hadn't changed. "You. I don't know why, but that's what I want now. But... if I'm being honest, I also still don't know what I'm doing. I just got my first practice last night," he admitted.

Apparently, Mugen was overreacting. Based on the sudden volume increase and squirming of Miwa, he would argue that he was previously holding back too much. "Is it?" he questioned. Even from behind the goddess, he could hear her facial expression through her words. Everything came out in a bit of a lisp, as if the tongue had been knocked out of her mouth. Great success. "Are you trying to say you don't like it? You don't like this?" he asked further, his thumb and hips both moving more furiously in the moment. Miwa claimed she couldn't keep holding on if he kept up his antics, and with that... he'd keep up his antics. "Is that supposed to be a deterrent? You're the bigshot queen around here. Doesn't that mean you're supposed to tell me outright when you want me to stop doing something?" he spoke further. All the while, Astolfo was outright molesting his own meat rod. He couldn't pull his eyes away from everything happening by the throne, nor did he really want to. "This is the hottest thing ever!" he thought aloud.