Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

The wind pressure was a little too strong; Shirou could barely keep his eyes open.

"Um, cough cough, how about I do it myself?" Shirou carefully pinched the chain. "Come to think of it, this is your favorite chain, right?"

"Of course it is." Gilgamesh held her head high. "I named it after Enkidu."

"Enkidu?" Shirou was just spouting nonsense, anything to avoid putting the chain around himself.

"Don't be afraid." Seeing Shirou's hesitation, Gilgamesh "kindly" reassured him. "Everyone is timid the first time, but you'll get used to it afterward. You might even start wanting it."

A chill ran down Shirou's spine.

Had his mind become filthy? Why did that sound so suggestive?

"Why are you so experienced? How do you know? Don't tell me—you've tried it?"

"You're asking for a beating again, Shirou." Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you still want me to tie you up. Your mouth says you don't want my help, but your body is being honest. Don't worry, the binding won't be too complicated."

Shirou had no choice but to hand her the chain.

"You do it like this, like this, understand?"

Shirou lifted the chain.

"And like this. Mm, yes, yes, that's right."

Gilgamesh instructed him.

"Oh—so that's how it is. How does this look?"

Shirou projected a huge mirror.

It reflected Gilgamesh, bound up and blushing shyly, looking utterly adorable. With the chains' help, her chest appeared even more prominent, her curves exquisitely defined, while her face had turned slightly red.

"Does it look good?"

"It does, it does..."

Shirou wiped away his sweat.

She was so easy to fool. It was time to leave.

King Hassan Shield Me, let's go...

"Do you take me for an idiot?" Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow, and the Chains of Heaven loosened themselves from her.