The So-Called Woman-Trouble Constitution

"Is the Japanese cuisine to your liking?" Shirou picked up the teapot, refilled the girl's cup with tea, and handed it to her as he asked.

"Mmm, it's delicious." Jeanne d'Arc replied to Shirou. She wasn't particularly picky about food; if she had to say, she liked anything Shirou made. Of course, she couldn't say it out loud because she was shy. The silver-haired girl glared fiercely at the boy who was looking at them.

However, Shirou was already somewhat used to these things, and simply looked at the silver-haired girl and asked.

"By the way, Jeanne d'Arc, you didn't bring any luggage with you when you came here, is that right?"

"Uh, no. Oh, if you're talking about wallets, Da Vinci did prepare one for me." Jeanne d'Arc shook her head. She hadn't thought much about it when she came here, nor did she need those things. She had slept the whole way.

"Really? Then I'll go borrow some clean pajamas for you," Shirou said.

Although the girls are special and their clothes can be changed with magic, it would consume a lot of energy in this world. Also, if their families couldn't see any clean clothes, they would worry, and they wouldn't know how to explain it if asked.

So after Artoria arrived here, she changed her clothes every day.

However, if we were to lend Jeanne d'Arc's clothes to Komachi and Artoria now, they would probably be difficult for Jeanne d'Arc to fit comfortably. As for Mashiro, given her close relationship with Artoria, Jeanne d'Arc would likely refuse.

"It seems there's only one person left to choose from!" Shirou said, resting his chin on his hand.

"Hmm... well... let's do it your way..." Jeanne d'Arc said with a grin, turning her head away. "If it's Shirou... even if I'm dressed as a boy, I'll..."

Shirou nodded, chuckled, and agreed, saying, "Yes, then I'll go borrow a set of pajamas from my mom for you."

"No!" Jeanne d'Arc exclaimed, looking at the boy with a jolt of shock. "You really want to see me in your mother's pajamas?"

"Hmm?" Shirou asked the silver-haired girl, puzzled, feeling that she seemed to have misunderstood something.

"No... I mean, it's not necessary. Your mother has gone back to her room. I... I can just use your clothes, Shirou! You see, I'm just a country girl, I don't need any light pajamas. That Saintess is a soldier who wears men's clothing, and she used to be from the countryside, she's not that particular." Jeanne d'Arc stopped Shirou, grinning self-deprecatingly.

'No... I'll feel embarrassed,' Shirou thought awkwardly.

With the girl's figure, the image of her wearing his clothes immediately came to mind: a short-sleeved soccer jersey, if worn by her, would look like a dress, and she wouldn't even need to wear pants.

If it's a shirt, the long sleeves will cover the girl's hands, and the top buttons might not be able to be fastened, revealing two glimpses of snow-white skin, almost like a uniform temptation.

The girl might not think it's a big deal, but if her family saw it, she wondered what they would say.

However, since Jeanne d'Arc said so, Shirou had no choice but to go along with her wishes.

"I understand. You can go in and take a bath first. I'll go upstairs now and get you a change of clothes. I'll put them in the blue basket by the bathroom door." Shirou nodded.

"Okay, I understand," Jeanne d'Arc replied impatiently.

Shirou looked at the girl and suggested with a light laugh, "Let Komachi go with you to buy pajamas and other daily necessities tomorrow. We're just buying things anyway, so it won't be too much trouble."

"Hmm... It's troublesome, but if Shirou wants to come along, that's not impossible," Jeanne d'Arc said, turning her head away.

"Okay, it's settled then. I'll go get your pajamas ready for Jeanne d'Arc now, and then I'll make your bed." Shirou said, and then walked out of the living room and upstairs.

"I understand." Jeanne d'Arc also got up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Hey Mashiro, where's Artoria- nee?" Komachi asked the innocent girl who was carrying a plate piled high with six or seven pineapple buns, carefully moving her feet as she prepared to go upstairs.

"Hmm? Ria said she had something to do and went out, and told me not to wait for her," Mashiro said honestly.

"Huh? Is that so? But the shoes are still there in the entryway?" Komachi asked, puzzled.

Jeanne d'Arc of Jeanne d'Arc walked down the corridor at the corner of the stairs and entered the bathroom. She overheard the girls' conversation and felt a sense of unease, but couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

Chapter 214 The So-Called Female Suffering Body

The moon was very round that night, the sky was clear and there were not many clouds. Looking out, you could see the traces of a toad and a rabbit on the pale yellow halo of the celestial body. The sun and the moon have accompanied humankind through the long years.

If Easterners primarily view the moon as a sacred, beautiful, and mysterious celestial palace, and also use it to express their longing for their hometown and loved ones;

In the West, the moon is more often seen as a symbol of fidelity and love.

In Britain, in Shakespeare's Romeo, Romeo swears his vows to Juliet on the balcony under the moonlight. In Charlotte Brontë's novel, the moon propels Jane and Rochester's love, bringing her the light on the path to happiness.

In France and Italy, in the legend of Charlemagne's Twelve Knights, the moon sometimes plays the role of robbing reason, becoming a symbol of chaos and madness.

Meanwhile, in a small house in Chiba Prefecture, bathed in moonlight, what story will it witness tonight? The protagonists are an Eastern boy, Britain girl, and France girl.

The full moon hangs high in the sky; it is an alluring moon, a moon blessed by the God of Love, and a moon that exudes a bewitching charm.

Inside the bathroom, steam was rising from the hot bathtub, while the rustling sounds of someone changing clothes could be heard from the outer room.

The silver-haired girl changed out of her coat, revealing a sleeveless black zippered dress underneath, exposing her exceptionally fair and smooth skin, made even more radiant by the alteration. She then pulled up the hem of her long sleeves, preparing to take them off, instantly revealing her delicate navel, her slender and firm abdomen, and the slightly protruding ribcage visible from below...

If you lift it up further, you'll see a high, rounded mound of soft, fragrant white jade and two vermilion peaks shrouded in mist...

At this moment, the girl stopped moving. 'Something's not right! Something's not right! No matter how you look at it, that stubborn tyrant couldn't possibly not retaliate at all, and considering that cold-blooded woman disappeared without a trace in the first place... Could it be!' Jeanne d'Arc's eyes widened.

She faces two options:

1. You're probably overthinking it. Just wait for Shirou to come back with a change of clothes.

2. He was indeed very concerned and went up to check it out.

Although it was a seemingly ordinary choice made in a moment of impulse, it was a crucial factor that determined the fate of the young girl's entire life.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Shirou returned to his room, intending to find some suitable pajamas for Jeanne d'Arc. When he opened the wooden door of the wardrobe, he was immediately stunned.

He saw a blonde girl wearing a semi-transparent black nightgown, sitting barefoot on a pile of clothes on a shelf inside, her pale golden, aloof eyes revealing an alluring and seductive charm as she looked at the boy.

"Shirou..." Artoria reached out her hands, as white and smooth as jade, and cupped the boy's face in her hands. She placed her other hand on the boy's chest and gently pushed him away.

Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, the somewhat stunned boy, his face flushed, was pushed onto the wooden floor.

Artoria blushed slightly. Although she had decided to do it, it was unexpectedly difficult, and her body temperature was rising uncontrollably.

Her breath was hot and heavier than usual, but this only made her more alluring. In her previous life, she had experienced sharing a room with Guinevere, who was unaware of the truth at the time. Because it was difficult to talk about, and the other party seemed very enthusiastic and proactive, she witnessed firsthand how a noblewoman served her husband.

With a click, the door was locked from the inside.

"Shirou..." After doing all this, Artoria turned around, her pretty face flushed, and stared into the boy's eyes. She then pounced on him, straddling him, and said.

"Wait... wait... Artoria..." Shirou was pushed backward and fell to the ground.

Shirou's mind was in complete chaos. He didn't know what to do with his hands, and in his panic, he touched the girl's smooth thigh. It was soft, cool, and very comfortable, and the gaze directed at him from above was incredibly intense.

In his previous life, the first time he saw this girl was in the warehouse where he practiced Magecraft. Moonlight shone down from the doorway, and the blonde girl, dressed in a blue battle suit and silver armor, looked majestic and awe-inspiring, inspiring longing in everyone.

In this life, he encountered a girl in her altered state, who was once a holy and aloof queen, but now she had transformed into a seductive enchantress, causing his entire body to heat up and his consciousness to be overwhelmed by desire.

Artoria took in the boy's actions, a warm smile melting away any icy warmth, and said softly, "Yes, your body in this world isn't experienced yet, is it? It's alright, leave everything to me."

That being said, in Artoria's altered state, her so-called experience was merely something she had dreamt about.

The girl in the present moment is an incarnation of the Servant of the Throne of Heroes, that is, Servant has become a spirit from a concept. After she is summoned, she becomes an independent individual.

The body sculpted after obtaining the Holy Grail subconsciously leans towards her altered state. No, even compared to other altered Servants, due to their different experiences becoming Servant, there is a distinction—it is her ideal and most perfect state unique to her current self.

She was in her most perfect and complete new state, both physically and mentally, without scars or flaws, like a goddess-like, eternally youthful sixteen-year-old girl.

Yes, regardless of any other profession or any other Artoria in the same profession or status, they are now the closest people to her. Perhaps there are other Artoria in other worlds who have experienced things with Shirou from another world that she doesn't know about, and have established close relationships with him.

But just as her will is different from the other Artoria, Shirou in this world is also unique. She doesn't care about those black mud Heroic Spirit grumbling about the real Shirou Emiya.

For example, Shirou's past life, the possibilities of Shirou's future, Shirou's parallel world counterparts. To her, Shirou in other worlds are all beings with whom she has a connection, but the Shirou in this world is her everything.

She never intended to share her boyfriend's intentions with them. If they dared to compete for him, then the only way to settle the matter would be with the sword in her hand!

Yes... this man before her belongs solely to her! And she, reborn, will also belong solely to the boy.

Thump, thump, thump, hurried footsteps came from outside.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!

The door lock emitted a mournful sound as it melted under the intense heat, along with a pungent, acrid smell, before the door was forcibly pushed open.

A silver shadow pounced straight at them.

"Who will let your evil desires prevail?!"

"Ugh!" Artoria was caught off guard and was pinned to the ground.

Wearing only a black tank top, Jeanne d'Arc d'Arc, disregarding everything, lay on top of Artoria and pinned her hands down.

"Assault Girl, you idiot! Weren't you taking a shower? Why did you suddenly run up here?!" Artoria gritted her teeth and tried to push Jeanne d'Arc's hand away.

"You bastard! You're so despicable! You came upstairs with this in mind from the start, didn't you? How could you do something like this!" However, Jeanne d'Arc used her body shape to her advantage, summoning her armored spirit armor and pressing down with all her weight.

"Oh, I'm just doing what I want with Shirou here because we're mutually attracted. Can you please not barge in and disturb us? The atmosphere is just right, Shirou is getting all worked up, and we're about to get him..." Artoria glared at the girl on top of her and shouted, changing into her black spiked armor and bracing her arms to push Jeanne d'Arc away.

"You said it! You just said 'success'!" Jeanne d'Arc shouted frantically, gripping Artoria's arm tightly and pressing it down again!

"Get out of my way! You barbaric Assault Girl. Someone as useless as you would probably agonize over giving someone chocolate, but you're definitely not capable of making Shirou happy. So get out now! Only then will I allow you to stay in this house any longer." Artoria said coldly as she tried to pry Jeanne d'Arc's hands off.

"Even if I can't do it, I won't let you succeed! I absolutely won't let you go!! Cold-blooded King, you'll just lie on the ground for the rest of your life!" Jeanne d'Arc said viciously.

A girl in love will take a step even if it takes her all, and even if it takes her ten or a hundred times longer than others, she will eventually succeed.

However... before that, no matter how ugly she looked, she would squat at the doorway, baring her teeth and claws, roaring, and drive away all her competitors. She would never back down an inch.

The two girls strained with all their might, using not only their hands and waists, but also their feet to push against the ground, making the floorboards creak.

They were completely unaware of the impact their violent shaking and friction had on the people below.

Whether it's pressing down or arching upwards, that Monstrous Strength will act on what the boy at the bottom must be experiencing.

"Wait! Don't hit me! I'm suffocating... Please... get up first." Shirou, who was pinned to the bottom, cried out weakly in a muffled voice.

Only then did the girls remember the boy below them, and they quickly stood up and changed back into their usual clothes.

"Ahhh! Shirou! Don't die!"

"Are you alright, Shirou?"

Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria knelt on the ground, looking at the boy with concern.

"I'm fine... but I almost thought I was going to die..." Shirou clutched his chest, sat up from the ground, and gasped for breath. At first, it was alright because the girls were all very light and it didn't cause any burden.

But before he could react, the girls donned their armor and pressed down with all their might, only to be met with the hard, rigid armor. That feeling was truly unpleasant.

I'm truly grateful to myself for consistently exercising; otherwise, I might have broken several of my ribs just now.

The girls in altered states are generally easy to get along with, but they are extremely stubborn and irritable. Once they get angry, they easily become arrogant and disdainful of everyone.

"Please, everyone, let's all get along well. After all, my family is here, so fighting is forbidden. Please make that agreement with me." Shirou said to the two girls, laying down the three rules.

"Hmph, since you say so, Shirou, I know... after all, it really is at Shirou's parents' house." Jeanne d'Arc turned her head away, looking very unhappy, but still agreed.

"Since we agreed to Shirou's request, wouldn't you like to hear my thoughts?" Artoria said, arms crossed, looking at the boy.

"Yes, sure, if I can do it." Shirou nodded. He had always received a lot of help from the girls, so he would do his best to fulfill any requests they had.

"Okay, then I'll stay here and sleep here tonight," Artoria said.

"Huh?!" Shirou was stunned, completely unprepared for this request.

"Why?! No, I know! It's true! Although Artoria is interested in maids now, she's still the queen, so she'll definitely want a single room! Then you can have my room."

"No, Shirou, if you go out, then there's no point," Artoria said, blushing slightly as she tugged at the boy's sleeve. Having gone this far, she couldn't give up halfway.

"Then I'll sleep here too! I absolutely cannot let that despicable king have the chance to be alone with Shirou." Jeanne d'Arc raised her hand and glared at Artoria in protest.

"Eh?!" Shirou exclaimed in surprise. He was about to ask what brought you here, and although you were indeed a great help, he was surprised to learn that Shirou had come here as well. But he already had his own room, didn't he?

"Did you hear that?! Get out of here, Assault Girl!" Artoria said.

"Cold-blooded woman, if you don't leave, I'll stay here too!" Jeanne d'Arc declared defiantly. She was already a day late, and she absolutely refused to leave. Although sleeping together... seemed a bit too sudden. However, losing to that despicable king only fueled her resentment, and she would not back down an inch!

The competitive spirit and the desire to compare themselves to others completely ignited the anger within the girls.

"What exactly happened, Shirou?! You tell us what to do!" The two girls looked at the boy, who was drawing his sword and pressing him for an answer.

'Waaah... Brother looks so pitiful, this is Asura Field! But Sister Ria and Sister Jenny are both so proactive. If only I could win him over, hehehe, go for it, brother!' The two heads that were peeking through the broken doorway withdrew.

"Let's leave here, Mashiro," Komachi said, pulling on the hands of the girl carrying pineapple buns.

"Hmm... Asura Field? I think I know how to draw it now." Mashiro said thoughtfully, letting Komachi pull her back to her room. After meeting with her editor, she said she wanted to try drawing romance comics, but because she had no experience, she could draw things like panties by looking in the mirror, but Asura Field was too difficult for her.

Unexpectedly, she found a lot of interesting material around her, proving that coming to the country was definitely the right decision.

Shirou is such a good person. Not only does he cook delicious meals for her, making her Baumkuchen and pineapple buns, but now he's even actively providing her with learning resources for drawing manga.

Feeling a constant flow of inspiration, Mashiro decided that tonight, before falling asleep, she would have a pineapple bun as a late-night snack and then finish drawing her comic.

But at this very moment, Shirou, inside the room, is facing a tremendous crisis.

The two girls continued to glare at him relentlessly.

'If he doesn't answer properly, it seems he only faces two possible outcomes: either he'll be burned down, or he'll be blown away by a gust of wind and a beam of light. Even if he's alright, the house will be ruined. Is the house insured? The mortgage doesn't seem to be paid off yet...'

Why does life seem more dangerous since I came home lately? I'm either falling off a cliff, getting stabbed, or now I'm being treated like this. Lust really is a dangerous thing... If I refuse, I feel like I'll really die...