Since that was the case, Shirou had no choice but to keep telling the story.
He felt like he was in One Thousand and One Nights, forced to keep making up stories just to stay alive. The moment he failed to come up with one, he would be dead.
But at least in One Thousand and One Nights, there was time to sleep at night and think up stories and cliffhangers the next morning. Sakura, on the other hand, apparently had no intention of giving Shirou any time to rest.
Fortunately, Shirou knew the character settings and plot by heart. He could recite them backward and make them up with his eyes closed. It was just a pity about that coward Shinji. If Shinji recorded him at a time like this, he would not have to keep writing anymore.
Before that, though, he had to deal with Gilgamesh, who was happily drinking milk.
"Sakura, wait a moment. I need to deal with Gilgamesh's problem first." Shirou raised an eyebrow. Maybe he had spoiled Gilgamesh too much before. It was time to show her some real skill.
"Huh?" Gilgamesh licked the milk from the corner of her mouth. "You're going to solve my problem? Which problem are you solving? Here, or here?"
"Hmph, of course I'm solving this one." Shirou smiled faintly. Did she think fucking her required his hands, mouth, or anything down below? Well, he still needed his mouth.
"Gilgamesh has arranged things for me really well."
Gilgamesh, who had been drinking milk, immediately sprayed it all over Shirou. Or rather, the milk overflowed from her mouth and slowly dripped onto Shirou's body.
By that logic, her sexual desire was pretty strong.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Shirou shook his head, but both his hands were still being held