Jeanne felt Haruka Kasugano caressing her with such tenderness that the grievance in her heart instantly vanished like melting snow. Instead, she took it as a sign that he had forgiven her, and she became swept up in excitement. Like a joyful young deer, she significantly quickened the rhythm of her lips.
Haruka Kasugano couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Ugh..."
While savoring Jeanne's meticulous service, Haruka Kasugano maintained contact with Melusine, Mordred, and Astolfo through their contract to monitor the battlefield.
He found that Melusine and Astolfo, working in tandem, were on the verge of beating the top-tier Servant Karna into submission. Melusine was already a powerhouse, and with Astolfo's utility, defeating Karna was merely a matter of time. The sheer power of their Noble Phantasm clashes was so immense it nearly punched holes through the Hanging Gardens.
Elsewhere, Mordred, Frankenstein, and Artoria alter were playing a deadly game of hide-and-seek with Atalante, while Semiramis cast spells from a distance to hinder them.
Meanwhile, Chiron and Achilles had engaged in a breathtaking duel. Though Chiron ultimately fell, he managed to trigger his Noble Phantasm, [Antares Snipe], successfully piercing Achilles' heel before his departure. With that, Achilles lost both his immortality and his legendary speed.
----------------
Haruka Kasugano was now completely unconcerned. With Jeanne already "secured," there was no longer any need to maintain the farce of an alliance with Shirou Kotomine. He wasn't foolish enough to think he'd just leave simply because he got what he wanted. Though slightly puzzled by the situation, he didn't panic; his strength was absolute, and any schemes Shirou had would be futile against it.
Since the Red Faction Servants—Semiramis, Achilles, Atalante, and Karna—hadn't been fully defeated yet, he wasn't in a hurry to flip the table. He might as well use this time to "communicate" more with Jeanne!
"AAAAAHHH—!" Haruka Kasugano exhaled sharply, injecting the essence deep into Jeanne's throat.
"Gag—"
Jeanne felt the urge to retch, but she immediately covered her mouth with both hands and forced herself to swallow. These are... things that can be used for a child... how could I waste them... Her eyes were red, her heart overflowing with a mix of guilt and longing for him; she wouldn't let a single drop go to waste.
Ah... that familiar taste... At this moment, she felt a profound sense of soul-to-soul connection with him, filled with joy. Seeing her flushed face and her devotion, even Haruka Kasugano was moved. His "spirit" surged once more.
He scooped Jeanne up from the floor and pinned her against the wall.
"Haruka Kasugano... you're not done yet... ah... I'm so tired..." Jeanne pleaded. But her pleas only served to drive him into a greater frenzy.
------------
On the other side of the Gardens, the duel between Chiron and Achilles reached its conclusion. In truth, Chiron couldn't match Achilles in raw power. He relied entirely on his wisdom, his intimate knowledge of his former pupil, and the [Future Vision] granted by his high-rank Clairvoyance to stay in the fight.
He first used his foresight to fire hundreds of arrows into a predetermined path. Before Achilles could react while charging on his chariot, the arrows rained down, destroying Achilles' powerful Noble Phantasm, [Troia Hippos].
To shut down Chiron's foresight and Noble Phantasm, Achilles invoked [Dromeus Komētēs]—a dueling spear that creates a fair arena by cutting off time and the environment. Inside this field, all divine blessings, magecraft, and Noble Phantasms are disabled; the victor is decided purely by skill.
Achilles and Chiron fought hand-to-hand in that arena until Chiron's heart was crushed. Once the outcome was decided, the barrier vanished. Achilles didn't finish Chiron immediately, pausing to speak with his teacher. Seizing this "last lesson," Chiron instantly triggered [Antares Snipe]. Since it has no activation time, Achilles couldn't dodge. His heel was pierced, causing him to lose [Andreias Amarantos]—his immortality and his speed.
Chiron traded his life to strip Achilles of his greatest assets. Frustrated, Achilles retreated, intending to hunt down the other Black Servants. However, just as he turned to leave, Jack the Ripper—who had been hiding on a nearby plane—leapt out to strike! Haruka Kasugano had ordered her to ensure Achilles was completely neutralized.
Jack unleashed her Noble Phantasm without a word. Because Achilles had killed the Amazon Queen Penthesilea with a spear in his legend, he cannot use his dueling spear against women. He was helpless to stop her.
Slash—! Jack's blades tore through Achilles' abdomen. "You brat..." Achilles roared in fury.
------------
Ah... Aaaah... Ah~!
Jeanne's hands were pressed flat against the cold, hard wall, as if trying to push her entire being through it. Her upper body was flush against the surface, her full chest compressed against the stone. Her supple waist was arched at a staggering 90-degree angle, her bottom thrust back in a graceful, powerful curve.
She looked like a ballerina mid-training, her movements a mix of strength and aesthetics. With her waist bent at that perfect angle, one leg stood firm on tiptoe, showcasing incredible balance. Her thighs and calves were stretched into a perfect line, yet softened by the beautiful curves of her body, making her legs look like an elegant, alluring wine glass.
Her other leg was raised high toward the ceiling, graceful as a white swan. Jeanne's physique was uniquely breathtaking: she possessed a lush, proud bust and rounded hips that gave an impression of extreme fullness, yet her waist, calves, and neck were incredibly slender. The contrast was a visual masterpiece.
"Hah... hah..." Jeanne's breath began to fog up the surface of the wall.
Haruka Kasugano held her raised leg with one hand while gripping her pelvis with the other to help her keep her balance. He took the opportunity to relentlessly drive the "straw" into the "milk tea cup."
"AAAAHHH~!" Jeanne's face was scarlet; she was on the verge of collapse. Haruka Kasugano, however, didn't care. His expression and movements mirrored a man obsessed, but his "moon" was the snowy-white Jeanne.
-----------
Jeanne was now so exhausted her eyes were rolling back, her face a mask of bashful red. She was drenched in sweat, her stamina pushed to its absolute limit. The moisture made her skin even smoother and more translucent, glowing with a healthy, roseate hue.
The leg she was balancing on began to tremble. That tremor, combined with the supple layer of fat beneath her snowy skin, added an extra layer of seductiveness. Her damp toes began to slip on the floor. If Haruka Kasugano hadn't been gripping her waist tightly, she would have collapsed long ago.
"Haruka Kasugano... my waist... it's so tired..." Jeanne begged. "It's so sore... I can't hold on..."
Haruka Kasugano remained silent, ignoring her pleas. As she struggled to maintain the pose, her "grip" only became tighter and firmer, a sensation that sent a thrill of pleasure through him.
He was like a conductor in a grand hall. With one hand, he remotely managed his loyal Servants on the battlefield; with the rest of his being, he savored the peak of bliss. He gripped his "Harp" (Jeanne) as if it were his life's work, playing it with a frantic, fiery passion.
"AAAAAHHHH...!"
As he "played," the Harp-Jeanne sang a melody that was both beautiful and sorrowful. But that was just the beginning. Like a mad artist, Haruka Kasugano used every ounce of his strength to play the grand, noble, and beautiful "Piano" before him. Under his touch, it felt as though the instrument might explode from the sheer intensity of the passion!
"AAAAAHHHH—!"
The sounds emitted by the Piano-Jeanne were as thunderous as they were melodious. Jeanne herself was completely lost in this symphony. She had become the orchestra—a wild spirit dancing in the air, vibrating with every stroke.