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# Silken Tyrant of Heaven: Zhao Wu Lin's Pavilion of Pleasure and Power
## Chapter 1: The Descent of Luxury
The afternoon sun bathed Fuyuki City in a golden glow as reality itself tore open like silk parting under a celestial blade. Through this dimensional fissure descended a lotus bed of impossible beauty, crafted from materials unknown to this world. Upon it reclined a figure of such perfect countenance that the very air seemed to bend in admiration around him.
Zhao Wu Lin, the Silken Tyrant of Heaven, yawned languidly as his floating bed drifted downward. His midnight-black hair cascaded around him like liquid shadow, framing features so perfect they appeared carved from jade by divine hands. His half-lidded eyes revealed irises containing swirling galaxies of indigo and gold, conveying both utter boredom and absolute supremacy.
"Lei'er," he murmured, his voice melodious despite his evident disinterest, "this place feels... restrictive. The spiritual energy is crude. Fix it."
Beside his lotus bed materialized a woman of breathtaking beauty. Lei'er's moonlit-blonde hair cascaded down to her knees, catching the light with a soft jade shimmer. Her battle-maid attire—a fusion of Daoist ceremonial robes and revealing ceremonial lace—flowed around her curvaceous form. The glowing lotus ribbon tied around her wrist pulsed with ethereal power.
"Yes, my Master," she replied, her voice melodious yet resolute.
Lei'er surveyed their surroundings with a critical eye. They had landed in what appeared to be the courtyard of a traditional Japanese mansion, crushing a complex magical circle beneath them. She could sense the remnants of thwarted sorcery dissipating into the air.
"This world's magic is... primitive," she observed. "But the ambient spiritual energy is suitable for your cultivation after proper refinement."
With elegant movements of her hands, Lei'er sent ripples through reality itself. Space warped and twisted, responding to her will as if eager to please. Within moments, a magnificent pavilion began to materialize around them—not constructed, but simply brought into being through Lei'er's conceptual manipulation.
Pillars of jade and pearl rose from nothing, supporting roofs of golden tile that captured and enhanced the sunlight. Walls of the finest translucent silk appeared, billowing gently in a non-existent breeze. Fountains formed from liquid starlight bubbled into existence, their gentle music creating a soothing backdrop.
"The boundary field has been cleansed and replaced with your divine domain," Lei'er reported, kneeling gracefully beside Zhao's lotus bed. "I've established a multi-layered spatial fold that will expand as needed to accommodate your collection. The outer perimeter has been sealed against unwelcome intrusions, and I've silenced all magical alarms in the vicinity."
Zhao nodded absently, already losing interest in the technical details. He reached out a lazy hand to stroke Lei'er's cheek, a gesture of casual possession that sent shivers of pleasure through her perfect form.
"This world... does it have pretty things for me?" he asked, stifling another yawn.
Lei'er's eyes, normally cold and merciless when addressing anyone else, softened as she gazed at her master. "Many, my lord. I sense numerous potential vessels that could serve your pleasure. There appears to be some manner of ritual conflict occurring in this city—a competition for a wish-granting artifact. The participants possess notable spiritual quality."
"A wish?" Zhao laughed softly, the sound like bells chiming in a celestial garden. "What need have I for wishes when reality itself bends to accommodate my comfort?" He stretched languorously, his silken robes sliding further open to reveal more of his flawless skin. "Still... I'm bored. And I could use some new attendants. Lei'er, you've been working too hard lately."
"Serving you is my greatest joy, Master," Lei'er replied earnestly.
"Nevertheless," Zhao continued, waving a dismissive hand, "go collect some suitable candidates from this world. I want... everything soft, powerful, and shiny." A mischievous smile played across his perfect lips. "And if they resist, just tell them I'm prettier than their dreams."
Lei'er bowed deeply, her forehead nearly touching the silk-covered floor she had created moments before. "Of course, my Master. The world shall obey. Or be replaced."
As Lei'er rose to depart on her mission, Zhao called after her, "And Lei'er? Make sure they understand what service entails. I don't want another situation like with that storm spirit from the southern realms. Such tedious drama."
"It will be as you command," Lei'er assured him. "I shall be most thorough in my explanations."
With that promise, Lei'er vanished in a shimmer of light, leaving Zhao to settle deeper into his lotus bed. Around him, the pavilion continued to form itself, growing more elaborate and luxurious with each passing moment—a physical manifestation of his desires made real through Lei'er's devotion.
Zhao closed his cosmic eyes and smiled. This new world might prove entertaining after all.
## Chapter 2: The First Collection
Rin Tohsaka stood in her basement workshop, staring in disbelief at the ruins of her summoning circle. Years of preparation, countless rare materials, the perfect timing aligned with the moon and stars—all wasted because a... a floating palace had suddenly appeared above her home!
"What is the meaning of this?!" she shouted, her magical circuits flaring with blue-tinged energy as she prepared an offensive spell. Gems clutched between her fingers began to glow with stored power.
"Your ritual was interfering with my Master's nap," came a serene voice from behind her.
Rin spun around, gems at the ready, to find herself facing a beautiful woman with moonlit hair and eyes as cold as arctic ice. Lei'er regarded the young magus with the casual disinterest one might show an insect.
"Be grateful I merely displaced it rather than you," Lei'er continued, her voice soft yet carrying an unmistakable threat.
"Who are you? What gives you the right to intrude on Tohsaka property and destroy my summoning circle?" Rin demanded, though she couldn't suppress the shiver of apprehension that ran through her. Something about this woman radiated a power unlike anything she had encountered before—ancient, absolute, and utterly indifferent to human concerns.
Lei'er held up a single finger, and Rin's voice vanished mid-sentence. The young magus clutched at her throat in panic, eyes widening.
"My Master is Zhao Wu Lin, the Silken Tyrant. I am Lei'er, his eternal sword-maid," Lei'er stated matter-of-factly. "We have established his pavilion in this city, and your noisy ritual was disturbing his rest."
She circled Rin slowly, evaluating her with a practiced eye. "You possess... moderate talent and a satisfactory appearance. Your temperament seems spirited, which my Master occasionally finds amusing." She nodded to herself. "You may be of use."
With a flick of her delicate wrist, Lei'er opened a small portal in the air beside them. Through this window into another space, Rin could see a magnificent chamber where a breathtakingly beautiful man lounged on a bed of floating lotus petals, being fed grapes by servants who seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
"Look, my Master," Lei'er called softly. "Is this one worthy of your pavilion?"
Zhao glanced over lazily, his half-lidded eyes widening slightly as he regarded Rin. For a moment, his cosmic gaze seemed to penetrate directly into her soul, evaluating her worth with casual indifference.
"Mmm... she has fire in her eyes," he observed, his voice carrying easily through the portal despite its soft tone. "I like that. Potential for amusement. Bring her, but make sure she understands the rules. I don't want another tantrum like that dragon princess from the last world." He waved a dismissive hand. "Her spirit would be wasted as a common servant. Perhaps... outer circle of the collection?"
Lei'er bowed deeply. "As you wish, my Master."
The portal closed, and Rin found her voice returned. She immediately took advantage of this fact.
"I am NOT going anywhere with you!" she declared, taking a defensive stance. "I am the heir to the Tohsaka family, a lineage that has governed these lands for generations. I demand you leave my property immediately, or—"
"Your demands are irrelevant," Lei'er interrupted calmly. "But I will explain, as my Master wishes for his collection to come willingly. It preserves their... quality."
Lei'er gestured elegantly, and a silken scroll materialized in the air before Rin. As it unfurled, glowing characters in a script Rin had never seen before danced across its surface.
"My Master possesses a unique spiritual constitution known as the Body of Luxurious Reversal," Lei'er explained, her tone shifting to something almost educational. "Every comfort, every pleasure, every act of worship directed toward him is converted into boundless power. In your limited terminology, he is cultivating the ultimate magical circuit—one that draws energy from luxury itself."
Rin stared in disbelief. "That's impossible. No magic system works that way."
"Yet he exists before you," Lei'er replied evenly. "While others train through hardship and sacrifice to gain power, my Master simply receives pleasure and transforms it into divine cultivation energy. The more he is pampered, praised, and pleasured, the stronger he becomes. It is the supreme path—the inversion of all conventional wisdom."
Lei'er touched the scroll, causing it to display images of a magnificent floating pavilion filled with beautiful people attending to Zhao.
"My Master requires servants of quality to maintain his cultivation cycle. Those who serve him gain a fraction of his blessing—extended life, enhanced abilities, protection from harm. The stronger he becomes through their service, the more power flows back to them. It is a self-sustaining system of perfect symbiosis."
"And if I refuse?" Rin asked, her voice steadier than she felt.
Lei'er's expression didn't change, but the temperature around them dropped noticeably. The gems in Rin's hand suddenly felt ice-cold against her skin.
"Then I leave, and you continue your pitiful war for a wish-granting cup," Lei'er stated. "My Master has no need for such trinkets—he manifests his desires through his very existence."
She stepped closer to Rin, her voice softening to a whisper that somehow felt more threatening than any shout. "Or perhaps you would prefer I bring one of your rivals instead? The Einzberns, perhaps? I sense a homunculus of rare quality in their employ. Or the Matou heir? His darkness might provide an interesting contrast in my Master's collection."
Rin's eyes widened. The thought of the Einzberns or the Matous gaining such a powerful ally was unthinkable. The balance of power in Fuyuki would be irreparably shifted.
"I... I'll at least hear what this 'Master' of yours has to say," Rin conceded reluctantly.
Lei'er nodded. "A wise choice. Come." She extended her hand, her palm glowing with soft light.
Despite her better judgment, Rin reached out and took the offered hand. The moment their fingers touched, Rin felt a surge of warm energy flow through her body, temporarily enhancing her magical circuits to a degree she had never experienced before.
In a flash of light, they vanished from the basement, reappearing in Zhao's grand reception hall. The opulence was overwhelming—fountains flowing with what appeared to be liquid light, cushions that seemed to be made from captured clouds, and air that tasted sweet with exotic fragrances.
Zhao Wu Lin reclined on a throne-like divan, his silken robes barely covering his perfect form. He barely acknowledged Rin's arrival, too busy having his shoulders massaged by a woman with fox ears and nine fluffy tails.
"My Master, I present Rin Tohsaka, heir to a moderately prestigious magical lineage of this world," Lei'er announced, bowing deeply.
Zhao flicked his eyes toward Rin, and she felt a strange sensation—as if she were being evaluated not as a person, but as a potential possession. Despite herself, she felt her cheeks warm under his gaze.
"You may approach my bed," he said languidly, "if you can carry my wine and my interest in the same hand."
Lei'er immediately presented Rin with a crystal goblet filled with a liquid that shimmered like the cosmos. The vessel was surprisingly heavy in Rin's hands, and the liquid inside seemed to move with a life of its own, swirling in patterns that mesmerized the eye.
"I... I didn't agree to serve anyone," Rin stammered, finding herself unnervingly affected by Zhao's presence. There was something about him—a pull she couldn't explain, a charisma that transcended mere physical beauty.
"Then why are you here?" he asked, his voice carrying the casual arrogance of one who had never been refused anything.
Rin found herself unable to formulate a convincing response. The words seemed to evaporate from her mind under his cosmic gaze.
Zhao smiled, a gesture so beautiful it almost hurt to witness. "Lei'er, explain to our guest what it means to be in my pavilion. I'm tired of talking." He turned his attention back to the fox-woman, who giggled as she continued her ministrations.
Lei'er directed Rin to a sitting area near Zhao's divan, but not so close as to presume familiarity. "In the Pavilion of Pleasure and Power, everyone has a role," she explained. "The inner circle consists of full concubines who directly serve the Master's physical needs—massage, bathing, feeding, and more intimate aspects of service."
Rin couldn't help but blush at the implication.
"The middle circle comprises personal servants who maintain the pavilion's operations—preparing food, managing spaces, creating entertainment, and so forth," Lei'er continued. "The outer circle includes those with special talents or abilities that benefit the Master indirectly—strategists, artisans, scholars, and others who enhance the pavilion's standing."
"And where exactly would I fit in this... hierarchy?" Rin asked cautiously.
"That would depend on your abilities and the Master's whim," Lei'er replied. "Your magical talent suggests outer circle initially, with potential for advancement based on your dedication to the Master's comfort."
"And what exactly would I have to do?"
"For the outer circle? Maintain the magical barriers of the pavilion. Study this world's magical systems and report findings that might amuse the Master. Perhaps create enchantments that enhance his comfort." Lei'er paused, studying Rin's reaction. "If you were to advance to inner circle status, your duties would naturally expand to include more... personal service."
Rin crossed her arms, trying to appear more confident than she felt. "And if I want to leave?"
"You may leave whenever you wish," Lei'er said, though her tone suggested this was a foolish choice. "But few ever do. The Master's blessing is... addictive."
As if to demonstrate this point, the fox-woman attending Zhao let out a soft moan of pleasure as golden energy visibly flowed from his skin into hers while she massaged his shoulders. Her tails waved in obvious delight.
Before Rin could respond, the pavilion trembled slightly. Lei'er's expression hardened.
"Someone approaches with hostile intent," she announced. "Excuse me while I eliminate this disturbance."
Lei'er vanished in a shimmer of light, leaving Rin alone with Zhao and the fox-woman, who winked at her playfully.
"Don't worry," the fox-woman said in a melodious voice. "I was skeptical too when Lei'er first brought me here. I'm Tamamo-no-Mae, by the way." She smiled, revealing delicate fangs. "Divine spirit, fox aspect, formerly summoned as a Servant in this little war you humans were conducting."
"A Servant?" Rin gasped. "But how—"
"Lei'er severed my contract," Tamamo explained, continuing to knead Zhao's perfect shoulders. "At first I was furious, but then... well, serving the Master has its compensations." She gestured to herself, and Rin noticed that Tamamo was literally glowing with power, her divine essence far stronger than any Servant should be able to manifest in the modern era.
"Whatever you're thinking of achieving in your little war... trust me, serving the Master is a much better fate," Tamamo added confidentially.
Zhao yawned, seemingly unconcerned by the potential threat outside. "Tamamo, my shoulders are getting stiff again."
"Right away, Master!" Tamamo quickly resumed her massage with renewed enthusiasm, her nine tails swishing happily behind her. "Would you like me to use the special technique?"
"Mmm, the one with the divine foxfire infusion? Yes, that one," Zhao confirmed, closing his eyes in anticipation.
Tamamo's hands began to glow with blue flame that didn't burn, but instead seemed to sink directly into Zhao's skin. His expression shifted to one of profound pleasure, and the golden energy emanating from him intensified in response.
Rin watched in bewilderment, wondering what kind of absurd situation she had found herself in—and whether she could possibly turn it to her advantage.
## Chapter 3: The Sword-Maid's Authority
Outside the floating pavilion, a golden-armored figure stood in midair, his crimson eyes narrowed in contempt. The King of Heroes had felt the disturbance in the city's magical fabric. Something had dared to establish dominion within his garden, and such insolence could not stand.
"Mongrel," Gilgamesh called out, his voice ringing across the evening sky, "show yourself and explain this eyesore that darkens my sky."
In response, Lei'er appeared before him, hovering in the air with her hands folded demurely before her. Her expression revealed nothing—neither fear nor respect nor concern.
"This is the domain of my Master, Zhao Wu Lin, the Silken Tyrant," she stated calmly. "Your presence disturbs his rest. Depart."
Gilgamesh's laugh echoed across the city, a sound of genuine amusement and indignation. "You dare command the King? I, Gilgamesh, first hero and ruler of all creation? Your master's name holds no meaning to me." His golden armor gleamed in the fading sunlight as he spread his arms wide. "Remove this floating palace from my sight, or I shall reduce it to rubble."
Lei'er's expression didn't change, but a faint aura began to emanate from her—a silent, deadly pressure that caused even Gilgamesh to narrow his eyes.
"I am Lei'er, the Eternal Sword-Maid," she said, her voice oddly gentle despite the killing intent that radiated from her. "I do not waste my Master's time with petty territorial disputes or the complaints of lesser entities."
"Lesser?" Gilgamesh's legendary pride flared immediately. "You address the King of Heroes, woman. The first and greatest of all legends!"
"Legends are merely stories told by those too weak to create reality," Lei'er replied dispassionately. "My Master does not move unless he chooses. That you still breathe is my courtesy, not his mercy."
Behind Gilgamesh, golden ripples appeared in the air as he opened his Gate of Babylon. The tips of countless Noble Phantasms began to emerge from these portals, each weapon powerful enough to level a building.
"Then die for your insolence!" he declared, unleashing a barrage of legendary weapons.
Lei'er didn't move. She merely waved her hand in a dismissive gesture.
"Silk-Screen Authority."
A shimmering veil of translucent energy expanded around her, like finest silk catching the last rays of sunset. As the Noble Phantasms struck this barrier, they simply... faded, their conceptual weight and power dissipating like mist under the sun.
Gilgamesh's eyes widened in shock. "Impossible! Those were my treasures—my authentic Noble Phantasms!"
"They were noisy," Lei'er replied. "My Master is enjoying a massage. Silence is preferable."
Now genuinely angered, Gilgamesh pulled his most prized possession from the Gate—Ea, the Star of Creation that Split Heaven and Earth. The cylindrical sword began to rotate, sections grinding against each other as reality itself trembled at its activation.
"No barrier can withstand this, servant. Your master will learn respect for his betters!"
Lei'er sighed softly. "You misunderstand. I am not using a defensive technique."
She raised her hand, and the glowing lotus ribbon around her wrist untied itself, transforming into a blade of pure light.
"I simply erased the concept of 'weapon' within my authority." She pointed the light-blade at Gilgamesh. "Including that toy you hold."
As if to demonstrate, Ea's rotation slowed and then stopped completely in Gilgamesh's hand, its power neutralized within Lei'er's field.
"This is... this is not possible," Gilgamesh muttered, his legendary confidence finally shaken. He had encountered many powerful beings in his long existence, but never one who could simply negate the fundamental concept of his treasures.
"My Master finds conflict tedious," Lei'er explained, as if to a child. "Therefore, I ensure none reaches him. You have two choices: leave, or be removed from existence."
For perhaps the first time since his summoning, Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, felt genuine uncertainty. The woman before him exhibited power beyond what should exist in this age—perhaps in any age.
"Who is this master of yours?" he demanded, voice more subdued but still regal.
Lei'er tilted her head slightly. "One who transcends the concept of kingship you so treasure. One who gains strength not through conquest or rule, but through being served." Her eyes narrowed fractionally. "One who might find your collection... amusing, if properly presented."
This last statement caught Gilgamesh's attention. "Amusing? You dare suggest I would—"
"My Master collects beautiful things," Lei'er interrupted, something she would never do to Zhao. "People, treasures, concepts. Those of sufficient quality earn places in his pavilion. Those who displease him... do not."
She gestured toward the pavilion floating above them. "You may present yourself for his evaluation, if you wish. But you will do so respectfully, or not at all."
Gilgamesh's pride warred with his curiosity. This was an affront to his dignity as king... and yet, the power this sword-maid casually displayed suggested her master might indeed be... interesting. In his long existence, few things genuinely surprised him anymore.
"Very well," he finally said, his armor dissolving into golden particles. "I shall observe this supposed 'Silken Tyrant' and determine if he is worthy of an audience with the King of Heroes."
Lei'er nodded, though her expression made it clear she found his concession barely adequate. "Follow me. And remember—in the Pavilion of Pleasure and Power, even kings kneel before the Master."
With that ominous statement, Lei'er led Gilgamesh into the floating palace, where Zhao Wu Lin continued his endless pursuit of luxury—utterly unconcerned with the clash of legends that had just occurred in his name.
## Chapter 4: The Nature of Service
The inner sanctum of Zhao's pavilion glowed with soft golden light as evening descended over Fuyuki City. The chamber was a masterpiece of luxury—walls adorned with flowing silks that shifted colors with Zhao's moods, floors covered in plush carpets that adjusted their softness to each footstep, and the air itself perfumed with fragrances that changed subtly throughout the day.
In the center of this paradise, Zhao reclined on his massive divan, now attended by both Tamamo-no-Mae and a new addition to his collection—a tall, voluptuous woman with lavender hair and an aura of maternal strength.
"Minamoto no Raikou," Lei'er announced as she led Gilgamesh into the chamber, "formerly of the Saber class, now serves as the Master's comfort guardian."
Raikou was kneeling beside Zhao, her powerful hands gently working a fragrant oil into his bare chest with devoted attention. Despite her formidable reputation as a warrior, her touch was exquisitely gentle, her expression one of serene contentment as she tended to her new master.
"And who is this?" Zhao asked lazily, glancing toward Gilgamesh with mild curiosity.
"He claims the title 'King of Heroes,'" Lei'er replied, carefully gauging Zhao's reaction. "He possesses an interesting collection of artifacts and a temperament that might amuse you."
Gilgamesh, for his part, was struggling to maintain his usual imperious demeanor. The casual display of power from Lei'er had been shocking enough, but the scene before him was even more perplexing. The man on the divan radiated no obvious magical energy, showed no signs of physical prowess, and yet... there was something about him that commanded attention. An indefinable quality that made even Gilgamesh reluctant to speak out of turn.
Zhao studied the King of Heroes with half-lidded eyes. "A king? How quaint. I've collected several of those before." He waved a dismissive hand. "They all taste the same in the end."
Gilgamesh bristled at the casual disrespect, but before he could respond, Zhao continued.
"Still, your armor is pretty. Gold suits you." He smiled, revealing perfect teeth. "You may stay, provided you contribute something of value to my comfort."
"You expect me, Gilgamesh, to serve you?" the King of Heroes asked incredulously.
"Not particularly," Zhao replied with a yawn. "I expect nothing from you. If you choose to stay, you serve. If not, you leave. Lei'er has explained the benefits, I assume?"
Lei'er nodded. "I have outlined the cultivation system and the power transfer, Master."
Zhao closed his eyes, apparently losing interest in the conversation. "Good. Now, Raikou, a little lower please. That knot near my solar plexus needs attention."
"Of course, Master," Raikou murmured, adjusting her technique. As her fingers pressed into a particular point on Zhao's torso, his body released a wave of golden energy that washed over everyone in the room.
Gilgamesh felt it hit him like a physical force—a surge of pure pleasure followed by a noticeable enhancement to his already considerable power. His spiritual core, diminished by incarnation in this era, suddenly felt more robust, closer to its true form.
"What... what was that?" he asked, unable to hide his surprise.
"The Master's cultivation overflow," Tamamo explained, her fox ears twitching with delight as she absorbed some of the energy. "When properly stimulated, his divine constitution releases excess power that benefits those in his presence. Even this small taste should demonstrate the value of his blessing."
Gilgamesh fell silent, genuinely taken aback. The power he had just felt was no illusion—it had temporarily enhanced his spiritual core beyond what should be possible for a Servant in this age. If regular proximity to this man offered such benefits...
From her position near the door, Rin Tohsaka watched the exchange with growing fascination. The legendary King of Heroes, reduced to speechless contemplation by a display of Zhao's passive ability. It confirmed what she had begun to suspect—this "Silken Tyrant" represented a form of magical power unlike anything in her experience.
"I still don't understand," she whispered to Lei'er, who had returned to her side. "If he gains power from being served, why doesn't everyone do this? Why isn't this a common cultivation method?"
"Because it requires the Body of Luxurious Reversal—a spiritual constitution so rare it appears perhaps once in a billion souls across all realities," Lei'er replied. "And even with the proper body, one must obtain and master the Sutra of Heavenly Spoiling, a cultivation text so profound that most minds would shatter merely attempting to comprehend its first verse."
Lei'er watched her master with evident devotion. "My Master was born with the perfect body for this path and possessed the spiritual insight to interpret the sutra correctly. His existence is unique—a convergence of factors so improbable that it defies calculation."
As they spoke, the chamber doors opened to admit a small woman with red hair and bird-like features. She carried a tray of exquisitely arranged delicacies, each morsel gleaming with perfection.
"Master, I have prepared the evening refreshments as requested," she announced, her voice melodious despite her stern expression.
"Ah, Beni-Enma," Zhao acknowledged with a nod. "Your timing is perfect. I was just thinking I might enjoy a taste of something sweet."
The bird-woman approached and knelt gracefully beside the divan, presenting her tray with a flourish. "These are infused with essence of celestial peach and dream-nectar, as you specified."
Zhao selected a small, glistening confection and placed it in his mouth with evident pleasure. As he savored it, another wave of golden energy emanated from him, stronger than before. This time, Gilgamesh was prepared for the sensation, but no less affected by the surge of power that temporarily enhanced his divine essence.
"Impressive, isn't it?" came a sultry voice beside him. Gilgamesh turned to find a woman with pink hair and a regal bearing watching him with amusement. "I'm Medb, Queen of Connacht—or I was, before becoming part of the Master's collection."
"And you willingly serve this man?" Gilgamesh asked, genuinely curious despite himself.
Medb laughed, a sound like silver bells. "Willingly? I fought Lei'er for three days and nights when she came to collect me. I commanded armies against her. I unleashed my greatest Noble Phantasm." Her expression softened as she gazed at Zhao. "And now I cannot imagine existence without his blessing. The power he grants us... it's beyond anything our original legends contained."
She leaned closer to Gilgamesh, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, there are worse fates than pampering the most beautiful man across all realities. Especially when he rewards service so... generously."
The implication wasn't lost on Gilgamesh, who found himself reassessing the situation. This wasn't mere servitude—it was a symbiotic arrangement where power flowed both ways. The man on the divan might appear indolent, but his system of cultivation was undeniably effective.
"Perhaps," Gilgamesh said slowly, "there is some merit in observing this arrangement further."
Medb's smile widened. "I thought you might say that, King of Heroes. The Master appreciates quality, and you..." She ran an appraising eye over him. "You would make a valuable addition to the collection."
Across the room, Zhao finished his delicacy and beckoned to Lei'er. "I tire of this chamber. Prepare the celestial bath. I wish to soak before retiring."
"Of course, Master," Lei'er responded immediately. "Who would you like to attend you this evening?"
Zhao considered for a moment. "Tamamo for washing, Raikou for massage, and..." His cosmic eyes drifted over the assembled company before settling on Rin. "The new magus can observe. Her expression as she witnesses proper service will be... entertaining."
Rin felt her cheeks burn as all eyes turned to her. "I—I didn't agree to—"
"Merely observation," Lei'er assured her, though there was a hint of amusement in her usually impassive eyes. "The Master wishes you to understand what service entails before deciding your role in the pavilion."
Before Rin could protest further, the entire chamber began to shift and transform. Walls dissolved into mist, floors became smooth marble, and a massive bath formed in the center—a pool of swirling, iridescent water that steamed gently in the cool evening air.
"Come," Lei'er instructed, guiding a stunned Rin toward a viewing area set slightly above the main bath. "You will observe from here. Pay attention to the techniques used to stimulate the Master's cultivation channels. Understanding these principles will be essential regardless of your eventual position."
As Zhao was helped from his divan by the attentive Raikou, his silken robes falling away to reveal his perfect form, Rin forced herself to focus on the theoretical aspects of what she was witnessing. This was research, she told herself firmly. An opportunity to understand an unprecedented magical system.
But as she watched Tamamo begin to prepare the scented oils and Raikou arrange the bathing cloths, Rin couldn't help wondering what it might feel like to be the source of that golden energy—to directly stimulate the cultivation channels of the Silken Tyrant and receive his blessing in return.
And that thought frightened her far more than any threat Lei'er could make.
## Chapter 5: The Bath of Divine Cultivation
The bathing chamber was a marvel of luxury and magical engineering. Steam rose from the central pool in elegant, controlled patterns, forming ephemeral artworks in the air before dissipating. The water itself seemed alive, shimmering with internal light and occasionally forming perfect concentric ripples without any apparent cause.
Zhao descended into the bath with a contented sigh, the water embracing him like a loyal subject welcoming its emperor. He settled onto a submerged bench of polished jade, the water coming to just below his chest.
"Temperature is acceptable," he announced, "though the mineral balance could use adjustment. More celestial jade essence, I think."
"At once, Master," Tamamo replied, selecting a crystal vial from a nearby array. She uncorked it carefully and poured three precise drops into the water. Immediately, the bath took on a subtle jade luminescence, and the scent in the air shifted to something more ethere ## Chapter 5: The Bath of Divine Cultivation (Continued)
The jade luminescence spread through the water in elegant patterns, wrapping around Zhao's perfect form like caressing hands. The air grew heavier with fragrance, a complex harmony of celestial scents that seemed to enhance awareness while simultaneously inducing a state of profound relaxation.
From her observation point, Rin watched with academic fascination as Tamamo began the ritualized bathing process. The fox-spirit's movements were precise and graceful, each gesture imbued with obvious meaning beyond mere cleanliness.
"Observe how she traces the cultivation meridians," Lei'er instructed quietly, appearing beside Rin. "Each stroke follows the flow of his divine constitution, encouraging the energy to circulate and multiply."
Tamamo knelt at the edge of the bath, her elaborate robes partially removed to reveal smooth shoulders and arms. She dipped a cloth of material Rin couldn't identify into the glowing water, then began to wash Zhao's shoulders with deliberate, reverent movements.
"Master, I begin with the Celestial Gateway point," Tamamo announced softly, her tails swaying behind her in evident pleasure as she worked. "Please allow your essence to respond naturally."
"Proceed," Zhao murmured, closing his cosmic eyes. "Your technique has improved, Tamamo."
The fox-spirit beamed at the praise, her ears perking up visibly. "I've been studying the ancient scrolls in your collection, Master. The Jade Emperor's bathing rituals have been particularly enlightening."
As her cloth traced a specific pattern across Zhao's shoulders and chest, golden light began to pulse beneath his skin. The energy followed her movements, gathering intensity with each pass.
"What exactly is happening?" Rin whispered to Lei'er, unable to tear her eyes away from the spectacle.
"Through precise stimulation of key points, Tamamo encourages the Master's cultivation to flow outward, making it easier to harvest," Lei'er explained. "It is similar to what you might call acupressure, but infinitely more sophisticated. Each servant in the collection develops their own techniques for stimulating the Master's divine constitution."
Tamamo completed her pattern and the golden energy swirled visibly beneath Zhao's skin. She placed her palms against his chest, and with a small gasp of pleasure, absorbed some of the radiance into herself. Her tails glowed with newfound power, and her expression turned almost euphoric.
"Thank you for your grace, Master," she breathed, her voice husky with satisfaction.
"Continue," Zhao commanded, though his tone remained languid. "The lower channels now."
As Tamamo moved to wash his torso beneath the water, Raikou stepped forward, carrying several bottles of oil.
"Master, while Tamamo tends to your lower meridians, would you permit me to begin the scalp treatment?" she asked, her maternal voice filled with warmth.
"You may," Zhao allowed, tilting his head slightly.
Raikou positioned herself behind him at the bath's edge, pouring fragrant oil into her palms before working it into Zhao's midnight-black hair with strong yet gentle fingers. Her technique was different from Tamamo's—where the fox-spirit was precise and methodical, Raikou's movements carried an intuitive, nurturing quality.
"The Thunder Mother's technique emphasizes comfort over precision," Lei'er noted, following Rin's gaze. "Yet it is equally effective. The Master responds particularly well to maternal energy."
Indeed, Zhao's expression had softened slightly under Raikou's ministrations, the perpetual boredom in his features giving way to something almost like contentment. The golden energy pulsed stronger, spreading from his scalp down his neck in visible currents.
"So beautiful," Raikou murmured, her powerful hands working through his silken hair. "My perfect Master. So deserving of care."
Meanwhile, beneath the water, Tamamo's attentions had moved lower. Though partially obscured by the glowing water, it was clear she was massaging Zhao's legs and hips with the same ritual precision. Occasionally, her hands would move between his thighs, and Zhao's breath would catch slightly, the golden energy spiking in response.
Rin felt her cheeks burning at the intimacy of the scene. "This is... quite thorough," she managed, trying to maintain a scholarly detachment.
"Of course," Lei'er replied matter-of-factly. "Half-measures produce half-results. The Master's cultivation responds most powerfully to complete devotion." She studied Rin's flustered expression with mild amusement. "Does this aspect of service disturb you?"
"I—I just wasn't expecting such... directness," Rin admitted, unable to look away as Tamamo's ministrations became increasingly intimate.
Under the water, the fox-spirit's hands had found their way to Zhao's most sensitive areas, working with both reverence and skill. Above the water, Zhao remained outwardly composed, though his breathing had deepened noticeably.
"The physical pleasure is merely the mechanism, not the purpose," Lei'er explained. "What truly feeds his cultivation is the intent behind the touch—the willing submission and devotion of powerful beings. Their worship converts into his strength."
The bathing ritual continued for nearly an hour, with Tamamo and Raikou working in perfect harmony. As they stimulated different cultivation points, waves of golden energy pulsed through the water and air, some of which they absorbed themselves, but much of which radiated outward to fill the chamber.
Rin found herself unconsciously leaning forward to catch more of this energy, her magical circuits tingling pleasantly whenever a wave passed through her. The power felt... clean, somehow. Pure and undemanding, unlike the effortful magic she was accustomed to.
"It's time for the culmination," Lei'er announced quietly. "Watch carefully."
Below them, Tamamo had completely removed her robes and entered the bath. With Zhao's permission, indicated by a slight nod, she straddled his lap, facing him. Their bodies joined beneath the glowing water, and Tamamo let out a gasp of pleasure that seemed as much spiritual as physical.
Simultaneously, Raikou's hands moved to specific points at the base of Zhao's skull, applying precisely calibrated pressure. The combination of stimulations—Tamamo's intimate connection and Raikou's technical expertise—created a confluence of energy unlike anything Rin had witnessed before.
Zhao's entire body began to glow, golden light shining from within him like a captive sun. His expression remained serene, almost meditative, even as Tamamo moved rhythmically atop him, her tails thrashing in ecstasy.
"The dual cultivation reaches its peak," Lei'er narrated, her voice taking on an almost reverential quality. "Physical union combined with spiritual attunement—the highest form of service to the Master."
As the ritual reached its climax, Zhao released a controlled breath, and with it, a massive surge of golden energy exploded outward from his body. It engulfed Tamamo and Raikou first, lifting them momentarily off the ground as their bodies absorbed the power, then expanded to fill the entire chamber.
Rin gasped as the wave hit her, stronger than anything she had felt before. Her magical circuits instantly filled to capacity and beyond, the excess energy spilling into her spiritual core and enhancing it in ways she hadn't known were possible. For a brief moment, she felt as though she could reshape reality with a thought—and then the sensation ebbed, leaving behind a lingering warmth and vitality.
"That was..." she whispered, unable to find adequate words.
"A minor circulation," Lei'er finished for her. "Barely a fraction of the Master's full capacity. When properly stimulated by a full complement of primary concubines, his expansion can affect an entire city."
In the bath below, Tamamo had collapsed against Zhao's chest, panting and glowing with absorbed power. Her nine tails had become more substantial, their ethereal quality replaced by a definitive solidity that spoke of enhanced divinity.
Raikou, too, seemed transformed—her already impressive presence now radiating a thunderous power barely contained within her voluptuous form. Even her hair seemed to crackle with suppressed lightning.
"Thank you, Master," they murmured in unison, their voices thick with gratitude and residual pleasure.
Zhao stroked Tamamo's head indulgently. "Your technique continues to improve," he acknowledged, the closest he came to explicit praise. "The fox-fire integration was particularly effective."
Tamamo practically melted at his words, her ears twitching happily. "I've been practicing the method you suggested, Master. Channeling my divine essence through your meridians instead of merely alongside them."
"Mmm," Zhao responded, evidently pleased. He turned slightly to address Raikou. "And your pressure points manipulation was acceptable. The thunder element adds an interesting resonance."
"I live to serve your comfort, Master," Raikou replied, beaming at his acknowledgment. The maternal warmth in her expression was now augmented by a quiet pride.
Lei'er turned to Rin, who remained somewhat overwhelmed by what she had witnessed. "Do you begin to understand now? This is merely one aspect of service in the pavilion—one way in which the Master's collection contributes to his cultivation and receives his blessing in return."
Rin nodded slowly, her analytical mind already racing to categorize and understand what she had seen. Despite her initial skepticism, she couldn't deny the evidence before her eyes. This system of magical exchange was unprecedented in her experience, yet undeniably effective.
"I... I think I need time to process this," she admitted.
Lei'er nodded. "Of course. Contemplation is wise before commitment. But do not take too long." Her eyes, normally cold when addressing anyone but Zhao, held a hint of genuine advice. "Others seek places in the Master's collection. Opportunities are not unlimited."
With that subtle warning, Lei'er glided away, approaching the bath where Zhao was now ready to emerge. She materialized a robe of impossible softness and held it open as Tamamo and Raikou helped Zhao rise from the water.
As he stepped onto the marble floor, droplets of glowing water clung to his perfect form, reluctant to part from him. With a casual gesture, he dried himself instantly—not through any overt magical technique, but simply because reality itself seemed eager to accommodate his preferences.
"Lei'er," Zhao said as she wrapped the robe around his shoulders, "I grow bored with the current selection. The evening's cultivation was adequate, but lacks... novelty."
"What would please you, Master?" Lei'er asked immediately.
Zhao considered for a moment, his cosmic eyes reflecting inner galaxies. "This world has other powerful entities, does it not? The one you mentioned beneath the mountain... what was it?"
"A primordial goddess, Master," Lei'er replied. "Bound within the greater system of this world's wish-granting artifact. A being of considerable power, though currently constrained."
"Mmm, that sounds promising," Zhao mused, allowing Raikou to towel his hair dry with tender care. "Fetch her for my collection. A primordial might provide interesting cultivation techniques."
Lei'er bowed deeply. "It shall be done, Master. And while I am gone?"
"I'll retire to the dream chamber," Zhao decided. "Have Murasaki read to me from the celestial poetry scrolls, and arrange for the small bird one—Beni-Enma—to prepare a midnight snack of suitable quality."
"As you command," Lei'er acknowledged. She turned to issue the necessary instructions to waiting servants, then prepared for her expedition beneath the mountain.
Rin, still watching from her observation point, found herself both disturbed and intrigued by the casual way Zhao dispatched Lei'er to collect a "primordial goddess" as if ordering a new outfit. The implications were staggering—if Lei'er could indeed retrieve such an entity, what limits existed to Zhao's collection? And what might it mean for the balance of power in Fuyuki?
As these thoughts raced through her mind, Rin realized with a start that she was already thinking like someone inside the system—evaluating costs and benefits, advantages and strategies. The shift had been subtle but profound.
And somewhere deep inside, a small voice wondered what it might feel like to be the focus of Zhao's cosmic gaze—to be not just an observer, but an active participant in the strange, seductive power exchange of the Pavilion of Pleasure.
## Chapter 6: The Sword-Maid's Hunt
Beneath Mount Enzou, reality grew thin. The spiritual foundation of Fuyuki City centered here, where the Greater Grail system had been established centuries ago by the three founding families. Layer upon layer of powerful bounded fields protected the sacred site from intrusion, each more formidable than the last.
They might as well have been paper to Lei'er.
Her light-blade cut through conceptual barriers and ancient spells with casual ease, severing magical connections that had stood for generations. She moved with precise efficiency, her expression unchanging as she descended through the mountain's spiritual layers.
"Primitive," she murmured to herself, encountering yet another bounded field that attempted to confuse her senses. With a flick of her wrist, she erased the very concept of "misdirection" within a hundred-meter radius, causing the field to collapse in on itself.
The deeper she went, the more palpable the power became—a slumbering force of immense magnitude. Had she been anyone else, the pressure might have been overwhelming. But Lei'er had stood before gods and demons across countless realities, all in service to her Master. Nothing in this limited world could truly impress her.
After passing through what must have been the fifteenth layer of protection, Lei'er reached a vast underground chamber. At its center stood a massive crystalline structure—the physical manifestation of the Greater Grail, the true heart of the Holy Grail War.
"Adequate craftsmanship," she assessed dispassionately, studying the intricate magical circuits that coursed through the structure. "Though inefficient in its energy transformation."
But it wasn't the Grail itself that had drawn her here. Lei'er focused her attention beyond the physical manifestation, sensing the entity bound within the system's core. The true power source that the magi of this world had foolishly attempted to harness.
With methodical precision, Lei'er began to dismantle the conceptual locks that contained this primordial force. Not by breaking them—that would be inelegant and potentially disruptive to her Master's comfort above—but by redefining their fundamental nature.
Where the creators had established "containment," she introduced "selective permeability." Where they had enforced "binding," she instituted "conditional association." Each alteration was subtle yet profound, reshaping the entire system's operation without triggering its defensive measures.
As she worked, Lei'er sensed a presence behind her. Without turning, she addressed the newcomer.
"Your intervention is unnecessary, Overseer. This system is being optimized, not destroyed."
Kirei Kotomine stepped from the shadows, his expression a careful mask of neutrality. As the Church's representative and official overseer of the Holy Grail War, he had been alerted to the intrusion by the successive failures of the bounded fields.
"You are tampering with forces beyond your understanding," he stated, his deep voice echoing in the cavernous space. "The Greater Grail is not to be disturbed between wars."
Lei'er continued her work, not bothering to face him. "I understand these forces perfectly well. Better than those who established this flawed system. The entity within was never meant to be used as you have attempted."
Kirei's eyes narrowed slightly. "And what would you know of its intended purpose?"
"I know that primordial beings are wasted on wish-granting," Lei'er replied. She finally turned to look at the priest, her cold eyes assessing him briefly. "You sense it too, don't you? The true nature of what lies within. The potential being squandered."
A flicker of something—recognition, perhaps, or dark amusement—passed across Kirei's face. "You intend to release it."
"I intend to repurpose it," Lei'er corrected. "My Master collects entities of quality. This one has been poorly utilized in its current role."
"Your master." Kirei's tone made it clear this wasn't a question, but a consideration. "The one who established the floating pavilion above the city."
Lei'er nodded slightly. "Zhao Wu Lin, the Silken Tyrant. Bearer of the Body of Luxurious Reversal and practitioner of the Sutra of Heavenly Spoiling." She studied Kirei with greater interest now. "You are not attempting to stop me. Curious."
A thin smile appeared on the priest's face. "I find myself... intrigued by the disruption you represent. The system has operated unchanged for generations. Perhaps it has grown stagnant."
"You seek entertainment," Lei'er observed flatly. "How limited."
"And what does your master seek?" Kirei countered.
"Perfection through pleasure," Lei'er answered without hesitation. "The culmination of luxury as the highest path to power."
Before Kirei could respond, the chamber trembled. Lei'er had completed her adjustments to the containment parameters, and now the entity within was responding to its new conditional freedom.
The crystalline structure of the Grail began to pulse with dark energy. From its depths, a viscous, midnight-black substance started to emerge—not in the uncontrolled flood that would have occurred had the containment been simply broken, but in a measured flow, like tar being carefully poured.
"You should leave," Lei'er advised Kirei. "What follows is beyond your authority to witness."
The priest hesitated, clearly torn between his duty as overseer and his personal curiosity. "What exactly are you releasing?"
"Tiamat," Lei'er said simply. "The Primordial Mother. She who existed before your concept of divinity was formed."
The black substance had now pooled on the chamber floor and was beginning to take shape—a feminine form of immense proportions, with horns starting to protrude from what appeared to be a forming head.
Kirei took a step back, his composure finally slipping. "This violates every tenet of the Grail War. The Association will—"
"Your organizations are irrelevant," Lei'er interrupted. "My Master has established dominion over this territory. All within it serves his pleasure now, or ceases to be relevant." She fixed Kirei with her cold gaze. "Which category will you occupy, Overseer?"
Before the priest could answer, the chamber resonated with a sound that was neither voice nor roar, but something more primeval—the calling of creation itself.
The black form had now solidified into a colossal woman with draconic features. Tiamat, Mother of All Life, Primordial Goddess of Creation, rose to her full height, her immense horns nearly scraping the cavern ceiling. Her eyes, ancient and filled with both wisdom and rage, focused on Lei'er.
"Who... releases... me?" The voice was formed of countless smaller voices speaking in unison, creating a discordant yet harmonious chorus.
Lei'er bowed slightly—not the deep reverence she showed her Master, but a respectful acknowledgment of significant power.
"I am Lei'er, the Eternal Sword-Maid, representative of Zhao Wu Lin, the Silken Tyrant." She straightened, meeting the primordial goddess's gaze without fear. "My Master extends an invitation for you to join his collection as a primary concubine."
A sound like the grinding of tectonic plates emanated from Tiamat—possibly laughter, possibly outrage. "I... am... PRIMORDIAL. I do not... serve."
"You have served as the power source for this crude system for generations," Lei'er pointed out. "At least my Master offers appreciation and reward for your service."
Lei'er held out her hand, and a ribbon of golden light extended from her fingertips—a small fragment of Zhao's divine cultivation energy that she carried with her at all times.
"This is but a taste of my Master's essence," she explained. "In exchange for your service and devotion, you will receive a portion of his divine cultivation energy—energy that may very well restore aspects of what was taken from you when you were bound here."
The ribbon of light floated toward Tiamat, who hesitantly reached out one massive, clawed hand to touch it. The moment of contact produced a blinding flash, and the chamber resonated with a sound that was unmistakably a moan of pleasure.
The primordial goddess shuddered, her form rippling as the divine cultivation energy coursed through her. For a brief moment, her primitive features seemed to soften, revealing hints of the boundless beauty she had possessed at the dawn of creation.
"This... pleasure..." Tiamat's discordant voice grew momentarily harmonious. "I had... forgotten."
Lei'er nodded. "My Master specializes in pleasure—both giving and receiving it. As part of his collection, you would experience sensations long denied to you, while contributing your primordial energy to his cultivation."
From his position near the chamber entrance, Kirei watched in fascination as the fearsome goddess seemed to consider the offer. The implications were staggering—if this entity could be tempted by mere pleasure, what fundamental truths about existence might that reveal?
"What... would be... required?" Tiamat asked, her massive form shrinking slightly as she took greater control over her manifestation.
"Service to the Master's comfort," Lei'er explained. "Integration into his cultivation rotation. Contribution of your primordial essence to enhance his divine constitution. In exchange, regular infusions of his cultivation energy to restore your diminished aspects."
Lei'er gestured, and a contract formed in the air between them—not written in any human language, but in conceptual symbols that transcended normal communication.
"These are the terms of collection," she stated. "Review them and decide."
As Tiamat studied the floating contract, Lei'er turned slightly toward Kirei. "You as well, Overseer. My Master may find use for someone familiar with this world's spiritual bureaucracy. Consider your options carefully."
Kirei's thin smile returned. "I believe I will visit this pavilion of yours. If only to witness what becomes of the Holy Grail War now that its power source is being... repurposed."
"A wise choice," Lei'er acknowledged. "Self-interest is at least honest."
Before them, Tiamat had finished reviewing the contract. The primordial goddess had now compressed her form to merely twice human height, her features becoming more defined—beautiful in an ancient, terrifying way.
"I... accept," she declared, her voice still a chorus but now more controlled. "Too long... bound. Too long... used without... appreciation." Her massive hand reached out to touch the floating contract, leaving an impression of primordial essence upon it.
Lei'er nodded with satisfaction. "The pact is sealed. Welcome to the Master's collection, Primordial Mother. Come—he awaits your introduction."
With a gesture, Lei'er opened a spatial doorway leading directly to Zhao's pavilion above. Tiamat, now further reduced in size though still towering over both Lei'er and Kirei, moved toward the portal with surprising grace for a being of such ancient power.
"Overseer," Lei'er addressed Kirei one final time, "you may follow if you wish to present yourself to the Master. Or remain here with your broken system. The choice is yours."
With that, Lei'er stepped through the portal, followed by the newly recruited primordial goddess. After only a moment's hesitation, Kirei Kotomine straightened his coat and followed them into the unknown.
Behind them, the chamber that had housed the Greater Grail for generations lay empty and dark, its purpose now obsolete in the new order establishing itself in Fuyuki City.
## Chapter 7: The Primordial Pleasure
The dream chamber of Zhao's pavilion existed in a state of perpetual twilight, illuminated by countless floating lanterns that emitted soft, golden light. The air was perfumed with exotic fragrances that enhanced both relaxation and sensuality, and the very walls seemed to pulse gently in rhythm with Zhao's breathing.
The Silken Tyrant reclined on a vast bed of impossible softness, his perfect form barely covered by a sheet of material so fine it appeared almost transparent. Beside him sat Murasaki Shikibu, the elegant court lady turned divine spirit, reading aloud from a scroll of celestial poetry. Her melodious voice rose and fell in perfect cadence, each word carrying subtle magical energy that contributed to Zhao's comfort.
At the foot of the bed, several members of his collection attended to various aspects of his physical pleasure. Medb was massaging his feet with skilled hands, occasionally pressing specific meridian points that sent visible pulses of golden energy flowing up his legs. Arcueid Brunestud, the True Ancestor vampire, was arranging exotic fruits on a golden platter, carefully selecting each piece to complement Zhao's current mood.
The scene was one of perfect, decadent harmony—until the air rippled with the distinctive energy of Lei'er's return.
A spatial doorway formed in the center of the chamber, causing Murasaki to pause in her reading. Through this portal stepped Lei'er, her expression as composed as ever despite having just negotiated with a primordial entity.
"Master," she announced with a deep bow, "I have returned with the primordial goddess as requested."
Zhao's cosmic eyes opened fully for once, genuine interest flickering in their galactic depths. "Show me."
Lei'er stepped aside, and through the doorway came Tiamat—now reduced to merely human size, though her presence remained overwhelming. She had assumed a form of dark beauty, with midnight-blue skin, elegant horns curving from her temples, and eyes that contained the depths of creation itself. Her body was both voluptuous and powerful, radiating primordial energy that made the air around her waver.
Behind her followed Kirei Kotomine, his expression carefully neutral as he took in the opulent surroundings and the assemblage of powerful beings casually attending to Zhao's comfort.
"Interesting," Zhao murmured, studying Tiamat with evident appreciation. "A true primordial. Your essence is... appealingly chaotic."
Tiamat inclined her head slightly—not quite a bow, but an acknowledgment. "Silken... Tyrant." Her voice was still a chorus of many, though modulated to a less overwhelming register. "Your servant... speaks of... pleasure and... restoration."
"Lei'er speaks truth," Zhao confirmed, gesturing languidly. "In my collection, you would be valued for your primordial nature, not merely used as a power source. Your service would be rewarded with divine cultivation energy that can help restore aspects of your original form."
He sat up slightly, the sheet slipping further to reveal more of his perfect chest. "And who is this?" he asked, gaze shifting to Kirei.
"The Overseer of the ritual conflict in this city," Lei'er explained. "He witnessed the collection of the primordial and expressed interest in your pavilion."
Zhao's lips curved in a slight smile. "Did he now? How unexpected... a spiritual functionary with curiosity." He studied Kirei with mild interest. "You have darkness in you, priest. It's quite attractive, in its way."
Kirei's expression remained neutral, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of surprise at being so easily read. "I find myself intrigued by your... disruption of the established order."
"Disruption implies care for what existed before," Zhao replied dismissively. "I simply establish my preference, and reality accommodates it." He turned his attention back to Tiamat. "Approach, Primordial Mother. Let me taste your essence."
The goddess moved forward with surprising grace, her form fluid despite its apparent solidity. As she neared the bed, Medb and Arcueid respectfully moved aside, creating space for the new arrival.
"Your hand," Zhao commanded softly.
Tiamat extended one delicate yet powerful hand, her fingers ending in subtle claws. Zhao took it in his own perfect hand and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss upon her palm.
The effect was immediate and dramatic. Where his lips touched, golden light bloomed beneath Tiamat's midnight-blue skin, spreading up her arm in glowing patterns that resembled ancient script. The primordial goddess let out a gasp that contained multitudes of voices, all expressing the same shocked pleasure.
"Exquisite," Zhao murmured against her skin. "Your chaos harmonizes beautifully with my order. The contrast creates... interesting resonances."
He released her hand and reclined once more against his pillows. "You will join my primary concubines. Lei'er will explain your duties and privileges. For now, demonstrate your understanding of service."
Tiamat stood still for a moment, her ancient eyes unreadable. Then, with deliberate movement, she knelt beside the bed in a position of supplication that no mortal had likely ever witnessed from the primordial goddess.
"How... may I... please you?" the chorus of her voice asked.
Zhao considered for a moment. "Your essence contains creation itself. Show me how the Mother of All Life brings pleasure."
Without further prompting, Tiamat placed her hands on Zhao's chest, her touch feather-light despite the power they contained. Where her fingers made contact, small ripples of primordial energy transferred from her to him, creating patterns of midnight blue that intertwined with his golden cultivation energy.
"Life... begins with... touch," the goddess intoned, her many voices synchronizing more harmoniously than before.
She leaned forward, bringing her face close to Zhao's perfect form, and breathed gently across his skin. Her breath was visible—a shimmering mist of creation energy that settled onto him like morning dew. Where it touched, Zhao's nerve endings visibly illuminated, creating a network of pleasure receptors enhanced beyond normal capacity.
"Sensation... intensifies... experience," she continued, her hands now moving in circular patterns across his torso.
The sheet covering Zhao's lower body dissolved into mist at Tiamat's command—the primordial goddess exercising her authority over created matter. This revealed his full perfection, already responding to her attentions.
Without hesitation, Tiamat lowered her head and took him into her mouth—an act of supplication that would have been unthinkable for the primordial entity merely hours before. Yet her expression showed not humiliation but focused concentration, as if performing a sacred ritual.
The effect on Zhao was immediate. His normally composed features shifted slightly, revealing actual pleasure rather than mere tolerance. Golden energy surged beneath his skin, pulsing in rhythm with Tiamat's attentions.
"The primordial essence enhances the cultivation transfer," Lei'er observed quietly to Kirei, who watched the scene with undisguised fascination. "Her chaos nature complements the Master's ordered cultivation, creating a more efficient energy exchange."
As Tiamat continued her ministrations, her midnight-blue skin began to glow with absorbed golden energy. The horns on her head grew slightly more pronounced, and her hair—previously a static mass of darkness—began to move with subtle life of its own, like underwater plants swaying in gentle currents.
Zhao's hand came to rest on her head, neither guiding nor restraining, but simply acknowledging her service. This simple touch seemed to affect Tiamat profoundly; her entire form shuddered with pleasure, and the chorus of her voice hummed a sound of contentment that resonated throughout the chamber.
From their positions around the room, the other members of Zhao's collection watched with varying expressions—curiosity, appreciation, and in some cases, professional assessment of technique. This was not a competition but a collective endeavor, each member understanding that new skills and approaches benefited the entire pavilion through Zhao's enhanced cultivation.
After several minutes of this attention, Zhao made a small gesture. Understanding immediately, Tiamat rose from her position and smoothly straddled him, her midnight-blue form contrasting dramatically with his golden radiance.
As their bodies joined, a visible shock wave of energy radiated outward, causing the very structure of the pavilion to momentarily waver. The primordial goddess and the Silken Tyrant moved together in perfect rhythm, their opposed natures—chaos and order, creation and cultivation—creating a harmonious discord that enhanced both.
"Primordial... pleasure..." Tiamat's many voices sang in unison. "Forgotten... sensation... remembered."
Zhao's cosmic eyes remained half-lidded, but his attention was clearly focused now, his usual boredom replaced by genuine engagement. This was not merely service he tolerated—this was cultivation exchange that stimulated his interest.
"Your essence feeds mine," he acknowledged, his hands gripping her hips as they moved together. "Creation and cultivation, intertwined."
As their union intensified, the golden energy emanating from Zhao began to pulse more rapidly, matching the rhythm of their movements. Simultaneously, Tiamat's primordial energy—visible as midnight-blue patterns across her skin—flowed into him, creating swirling galaxies where the two forces met.
Throughout the chamber, the other members of Zhao's collection began to feel the effects of this powerful exchange. Murasaki's hand trembled on her scroll, her divine essence responding to the overflow. Medb gasped softly, her own body tensing with sympathetic pleasure. Even Kirei, merely an observer, felt something stir within him—a resonance with the darkness inherent in Tiamat's primordial nature.
The culmination, when it came, was both subtle and overwhelming. There was no crude physical display, but rather a moment of perfect stillness in which all energy seemed to pause—and then reverse direction. The golden cultivation force that had been building within Zhao suddenly expanded outward in a massive wave, while Tiamat's primordial essence surged into him in equal measure.
The goddess arched her back, her many voices crying out in harmonious ecstasy as the golden energy suffused her form. Before the eyes of all present, her appearance began to transform—the midnight-blue skin taking on a pearlescent quality, the crude horns becoming elegant crowns of power, her eyes clearing to reveal the wisdom of eons.
"Restoration..." she breathed, the chorus of her voice now perfectly synchronized. "I had forgotten... what it meant to be... whole."
Zhao's expression remained composed, though a small smile of satisfaction played at the corners of his perfect lips. "Your service is