Shirou got home earlier than usual that day. The moment he stepped into the garden, Irisviel came running out to greet him.
"Iris... Are you feeling better already?"
Shirou struggled to pull his head out of the land of tenderness.
Irisviel blinked in confusion. "What about?"
Looks like she's completely forgotten what happened last night, Shirou thought.
"More importantly, Illya went out with Sella and the others."
"Oh, I see. No wonder it's so quiet."
With Irisviel holding onto his arm, Shirou walked into the entryway.
Sakura and Sister Fujiwara were still at the Archery Club. He wasn't used to the house being this quiet.
"Yeah. Oh, right... It's just the two of us at home today."
Irisviel dropped some very obvious hints as she pressed herself tightly against him.
Ever since Illya was born, Irisviel's demands in certain aspects had grown increasingly intense.
The red-haired boy sighed helplessly. Looks like she won't let me into the living room unless I pay the toll.
Although he could feel the heat and affection radiating from the Silver-haired homunculus, Shirou deliberately asked in an indifferent tone.
"What's wrong? It's really hot like this."
"Shirou, you're so mean. You obviously know what I want, and yet..."
"There's really no helping you."
Shirou brought his palm down with a smack. "I've already had a tiring day of classes."
"I-I'm sorry, but..."
"There's really no helping you, Eiri... Fine, but you know what you're supposed to do, right?"
"Uu... Yes~"
Irisviel nodded and obediently knelt in the entryway.
She raised her delicate head and gazed up at the boy, her stunning face filled with adoration.
Normally, she treated Shirou like a child upon whom she poured all her love. But only at this moment... was he the master who ruled over her.
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