Shunsuke Miyano just couldn't shake his reputation—everyone seemed to think he was some kind of delinquent.
Maybe it was because he was tall as hell, thanks to basketball practically since birth, towering over most guys his age. Or maybe it was the build – solid muscle from busting his ass training. Before high school, he didn't give a shit about how he looked, letting his long bangs hang over his eyes, making him look like a moody prick.
Hoping for a clean slate at Homurahara Academy, he'd cut his hair short, tried to look approachable, even joined shit he didn't care about. Total waste. Helped an old lady? Obviously casing her for a mugging. Walked a lost kid home? Clearly shaking down a first-grader, earning side-eyes from the cops. The real problem, he figured, was his eyes. Even shadowed, they were sharp, intense, giving off this vibe that just screamed 'stay away'. Combined with his size, even trying to smile just made people flinch.
Realizing it was hopeless, Shunsuke finally stopped trying so damn hard. He didn't even join the basketball team when he started high school—dumping one of the few things he actually liked—all for a makeover that totally bombed. Living alone meant nothing but empty afternoons anyway. He got a part-time gig at a convenience store near Homurahara, perched on a hill overlooking the town. Out of uniform, no friends, most students didn't even know who he was.
"Seriously quitting? Pay not good enough?" the store manager asked, looking bummed when Shunsuke handed in his notice. She was nice, always squinting kindly.
"Nah, pay's fine," Shunsuke mumbled, shifting his feet. "Stocking shelves, running the register, it's whatever. I just… wanna do something I actually give a crap about. Sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for, Miyano. You worked hard. You're a high school kid, I get it." She frowned a bit. "But didn't you say you needed the money? Living alone and all."
"Well..." Shunsuke trailed off. He wasn't exactly rolling in cash now; he just really missed playing ball.
The manager sighed. "Okay, how about this? No set shifts, but if you're hurting for cash, call me first. I'll squeeze you in. You still have my number, right?"
Grateful, Shunsuke nodded, bowed low, folded his apron neatly, grabbed his bag, and walked out. Strolling through the shopping district, couples were everywhere, hands all over each other.
He usually tried to ignore them, pretend he didn't see, but sometimes his eyes would flick over—some dude casually grabbing his girlfriend's ass, her acting like it was totally normal. They'd probably already fucked, done way more than he could even imagine. And here he was, totally alone. Not just no girlfriend, no friends either.
A girlfriend... Shunsuke thought bitterly, watching another couple clinging tight. Someone like me ever gonna get one? He wasn't picky. Average looks, nice enough, that'd be fine. He'd tried to fix himself up since starting high school, but his grades were still shit, and while he didn't look that bad, his damn eyes and sheer size just scared everyone off.
Deep down, though, Shunsuke knew it wasn't just bad luck or his face. He had a secret nobody would believe: he came from a washed-up magus family and inherited their bullshit bloodline trait—Mystic Eyes that let him see life force, od. Could be useful for a real magus, spotting ley lines under Fuyuki near the river, but for Shunsuke and his dead-end family, it was mostly just another reason he didn't fit in.
Recruitment... maybe I still got time?
The sky was turning orange as Shunsuke got back to Homurahara Academy. Just a few track kids were left, running laps or practicing jumps in the dying light. Crows cawed from the antennas. Shunsuke cut across the field towards the gym. He'd seen a notice yesterday: basketball club recruitment today. He'd blown his chance first year, couldn't miss this one—third year meant no time for clubs. But he'd felt obligated to finish his shift, a fuck-up that meant he was getting back to school way past five.
Walking past the archery range, he glanced over automatically. No sign of Sakura Matou, the club's famous beauty, a junior whose sheer elegance freaked him out too much to even say hi. She was up there with the two goddesses in his own grade. Shaking it off, he hurried to the gym, only to feel his stomach drop. Locked. A second later, some guy pocketed the key and jogged off to join his friends. Recruitment was obviously over hours ago. Anyone serious would've been here way earlier, not dragging their ass in near six like him.
Even the track kids left. An eerie quiet settled over the grounds, just the crows cawing like they were laughing at him standing there like an idiot in front of the locked gym. Damn it. He just stood there for a while, pissed off and resigned, before finally accepting it. If he'd ditched his last shift, screwed over the manager, maybe he'd have made it. But he couldn't regret not being an asshole. Guess it wasn't meant to be.
Just as he turned to leave, his eyes snapped to the sports equipment warehouse next to the gym. Something was off. The padlock looked… weird. Shimmery, hazy, almost see-through to his Mystic Eyes. Definitely an illusion. That was way more suspicious than an unlocked door. Plus, this weird, distorting energy pulsed above the warehouse, making his vision flicker slightly. It wasn't often he stumbled onto actual magic shit, especially here at school.
He hesitated, took a step back, then stopped. Argued with himself for a full minute. Curiosity won. Trying to look casual—just some student noticing an unlocked door—he walked over. He pushed the door open slightly. Pitch black inside; lights were off. He opened his mouth to call out, ask if anyone was there, but a sudden, sharp stab of danger choked the sound back. Intense curiosity, stronger than the fear, pushed him forward. He stepped inside.
Click.
The heavy door slammed shut behind him. The unmistakable sound of a lock clicking echoed in the small space. Panic surged. Shunsuke spun around, yanking desperately at the handle, but the usually flimsy door felt like solid rock, not budging even with all his strength. Just as he sucked in a breath to yell for help, quiet, almost musical voices drifted from deeper inside, freezing him.
"—so the game ends here. I suggest you stop messing around in this area." The voice was sharp, bossy.
"You're the one who showed up and bothered me, Miss Tohsaka. And what I plan to do is none of your business, right?" a second girl's voice shot back, kinda snotty.
"Don't be stupid! Using a Holy Grail in Tohsaka territory? How is it not my business?"
Two distinct, melodic female voices. One sounded vaguely familiar. Then, a third voice joined in, lazier, tinged with a foreign accent.
"Forget Tohsaka's boring excuses. I want to know: is this Grail really the legendary wish-granting thing? Shouldn't it require a ritual to summon?"
"Just what I'd expect from the Edelfelt heir," the first voice retorted coolly. "No doubt you've wanted this Aphrodite Grail for a while too, huh?"
"Let's just say, mademoiselle, tracking the Aphrodite Grail from Greece all the way to Fuyuki, only to find you holding it, was... surprising. Since the big Grail ritual every sixty years stopped, this broken piece is irresistible to any magus. Even someone used to treasures like me can't just ignore it, especially not the heiress of the perpetually broke Tohsaka family~"
"Who are you calling broke?!" the first voice snapped, furious.
Tohsaka? Edelfelt? The names hit him like ice water. Rin Tohsaka and Luviagelita Edelfelt – the two hottest, most untouchable girls at Homurahara – were here. In this dusty warehouse. And apparently, they were magi.
"Whatever," Rin said, getting herself under control. "Hand over the Grail now, Miss Yoshizawa. Or I'll have to waste precious jewels on you."
Silence for a second, then the third girl, Ai Yoshizawa, spoke again, sounding amused. "You two... seem pretty desperate for this Grail yourselves, huh? All the noble talk and casual attitudes, but I can feel you practically drooling over it. Why?"
Tohsaka and Edelfelt didn't answer. Then Tohsaka snapped, "None of your business!"
"The omnipotent wish-granter... money, power, even life and death," Ai mused, her voice getting smoother, more sure. "Really, who can resist? The greed… it's practically radiating off you, Miss Tohsaka. You can't hide it."
"Greed is human nature. Taking what you want is natural for the strong. The Edelfelts have always lived like that," Luvia declared coolly, arrogantly. "So I, Luviagelita Edelfelt, don't need to hide anything. For my family, this Grail is one of the biggest prizes we've hunted for centuries."
Shunsuke couldn't fucking believe it. Rin Tohsaka and Luvia Edelfelt, fighting with this Yoshizawa Ai over something called the Aphrodite Grail. Them being magi wasn't totally insane, given his own weird connection, but this mystery Grail just made him feel deeply uneasy.
Ai spoke again, her voice now chillingly confident. "Even though it's a broken Aphrodite Grail, people have already died for it. Are you ready to risk your lives too?"
"You really think you can get away?" Rin challenged, her voice tight.
"Get away? No, not at all." Ai Yoshizawa sounded almost resigned, but calculating. "After all, as Ai Yoshizawa, heiress to another failed magus family, I don't stand much chance against geniuses like you. But even if I gave up the Grail... who gets it? Miss Edelfelt? Or Miss Tohsaka?" Seeing them stay silent, she let out a soft, knowing laugh. "Since that's how it is, why don't we let the Grail itself decide?"
"Let the... Grail decide?" Luvia repeated, suspicious.
"A Holy Grail War," Ai's musical voice deepened, losing its warmth. "A spirit-summoning ritual where everyone tries to kill each other. The only way to get the omnipotent wish-granter. Since neither of you will give it up, let's settle ownership the fairest way."
"Are you saying Aphrodite can think for itself?" Luvia caught the weird part first. A Grail choosing its own master? That wasn't standard magic lore.
"It does," Yoshizawa confirmed smoothly. "Because the Aphrodite Grail is 'fragmented'. Unlike the main Grail, this one chooses its master, gives them the sweetest dreams, fulfills their every desire. I'm just holding it temporarily, until the ritual decides who truly owns it."
This time, the silence was thick, suffocating. Even Shunsuke held his breath, feeling the tension spike.
"...I accept." Rin's voice was tight, strained.
"As a member of House Edelfelt, Luviagelita Edelfelt accepts the challenge," Luvia responded, her tone just as serious and determined.
Trapped in the dark, Shunsuke saw Yoshizawa was right—both girls were practically vibrating with intense, raw greed for the Grail, their composure totally gone, replaced by pure, hungry need.
"Then—" Ai Yoshizawa's voice turned icy, emotionless. "The magic circle is already drawn. Let the ritual begin."
"Wha—?!" Shunsuke jumped, looking down. Glowing purple lines pulsed under his feet, covering the floor. His weak Mystic Eyes instantly recognized a complex magic circle. Having barely any magic circuits himself, pure panic flared. Run? Where the fuck?! The entire warehouse floor, he realized with dawning horror, was one giant circle. The second Rin and Luvia agreed, the Grail must have lit it up. Caught in the sudden power surge, Shunsuke stumbled forward, dizzy, lost his balance, and crashed right into the space between the three girls.
"Wait, stop it—!" he yelled desperately.
But the girls barely reacted, their eyes weirdly calm, like they knew he was listening the whole time. Ai Yoshizawa, her face hidden in the dark like the others, sighed softly, looking down at him.
"So... this is the fourth person Aphrodite chose? What fucked up taste..."
Just then, the magic circle exploded with violent purple light, flooding the warehouse. Shunsuke suddenly felt weightless, then this weird, consuming heat washed over him. A powerful, animal excitement gripped him, making his heart hammer like crazy, his mouth instantly dry. He looked up. Hanging in the middle of the warehouse was a golden cup, glowing with a rainbow aura. Just looking at it made his blood surge, an overwhelming wave of pure, raw lust flooding him, like the Goddess of Sex herself was dancing naked right in front of him.
The circle's light changed, shifting from ritual purple to a hazy, intoxicating pink. He glanced at Rin and Luvia; their eyes were glazed, unfocused, locked on the Aphrodite Grail floating above, faces flushed bright red, their naked greed twisting into terrifying masks of pure desire.
Soon, in the thick red mist filling the warehouse, four curvy, shadowy female shapes started to form. But Shunsuke couldn't focus, could barely see them. His body felt like it was on fire from the inside. An overwhelming, primal urge pulsed through him, drowning out thought, hammering along with his frantic heartbeat. Finally, something inside him snapped. With a raw, guttural yell, he lunged, tackling Luvia Edelfelt, pinning her flat on her back.
"Ngh— Miyano?!" Luvia gasped, surprise flickering in her glazed blue eyes before they fogged over again with pure lust.
As her dazed eyes met his, he ripped her clean school uniform open. Buttons flew, the white blouse tore, showing the lace edge of an expensive bra stretched tight over her full tits. He tore at his own clothes like a maniac until he was naked, his cock hard as rock, slick with precum. Then he smashed his mouth onto hers, a brutal, claiming kiss that tasted like dust and desperation.
His hands pawed at her, roughly squeezing her tits through the fabric before ripping the bra off. Her nipples were hard little points practically begging for his mouth. At the same time, he fumbled with her skirt zipper, yanked it down, tore her thin panties aside, exposing the slick, wet heat between her legs.
"Ah! Wait— Stop!" Luvia protested weakly, pushing feebly at his chest, but her body arched up instinctively, betraying her words, her hips lifting as his fingers found her soaked cunt lips. He didn't wait. Jamming the head of his dick against her entrance, he rammed himself inside her with one brutal thrust.
Schlick! SQURCH!
"AAAAHH!" Luvia screamed, a sound caught between pain and unwilling pleasure as he impaled her completely. The slick, tight heat of her virgin snatch clenched around him like a fist, almost making him blow his load right then. It was fucking heaven, raw and savage. The wet slapping sounds of their bodies crashing together echoed in the charged air, mixing with Luvia's choked sobs and gasps.
"Miyano… you bastard… ah… deeper…!" she gasped out, her resistance dissolving into the overwhelming flood of forced pleasure. He gave it to her, slamming into her relentlessly, pumping his hips like a mindless machine, driving his cock as deep as it would go. The school's proud, untouchable rich bitch was now just something for him to fuck, pinned under him like a sacrifice, her legs forced wide, her body taking his savage rhythm. He ground against her clit with every thrust, pulling strangled cries from her that only made him harder.
Nearby, Rin Tohsaka watched, her own body trembling, school uniform a mess, her hand frantically rubbing herself through her skirt between her legs. Her aqua eyes, usually so sharp, were wide and glazed, fixed on the brutal fucking happening right in front of her, her face flushed deep red.
"No… how can… ahn…!" Rin whimpered, torn between horror and the drugging effect pouring off the Grail and the raw sex show. One of the shadowy figures behind her drifted closer, its shape solidifying into a stunning woman with snake-like grace, whispering dirty promises into Rin's ear, ghostly hands stroking her body, pushing her to give in, to join.
"Give in, little magus," the shadow purred, its voice like sweet poison. "Feel the power… the pleasure…"
Driven insane by the Grail's aura and the sight in front of her, Rin ripped off her clothes. She crawled closer, her perfect, trembling body now slick with sweat and lust. "Me… take me too…" she begged, her voice thick, desperate, as she reached out, fingers tracing the sweaty muscles of his back. "Don't… leave me out… ah…"
Rin's hand slid lower, boldly grabbing his heavy balls, squeezing gently, sending another jolt of pure electricity through him. He roared, pounding into Luvia even harder, feeling her orgasm building, her moans turning into high-pitched screams. Around them, the shadowy figures became more solid, their curves impossibly perfect, their unseen eyes burning with endless hunger, adding their silent, panting gasps to the filthy scene unfolding on the dusty warehouse floor.
Ai Yoshizawa watched from the side, leaning casually against some gym mats, her face impossible to read in the dim, pulsing light, a silent witness to the depravity she'd started. The other shadowy figures writhed and swayed around the tangled bodies, adding their own ghostly moans to the chorus of raw lust filling the cramped space.
***
Outside the sports warehouse, near a dirty window, a student walking by paused, frowning. "Hey," he said to his friend. "Hear that? Sounded like... a bunch of people in there? Or am I crazy?"
His friend glanced at the firmly locked warehouse door, then shrugged with a grin. "Nah, gotta be you hearing things. Look, it's locked up tight."
"Yeah... guess so."
Unseen behind the grimy curtain, Rin Tohsaka's naked stomach pressed flat against the glass, her breath fogging it with every ragged gasp. Below her quivering belly, Shunsuke's cock—slick with Luvia's juices and Rin's own desperate wetness—pounded into her with brutal, non-stop thrusts. Each pull-out left shiny trails of precum smeared across their shaking skin, the nasty pink glow of the Aphrodite Grail lighting up their disgusting fuckfest in an obscene, alien glow.