The Oldest Bondage Play? (Continued)

She walked sadly up to Shirou, reaching for the armored skirt around her waist.

"I still have the photos! Are you really going to deny it?"

Ph-photos?

Even Jeanne d'Arc grew curious.

As a Saint Maiden, a woman utterly ignorant of such things, Jeanne d'Arc nervously and curiously prepared to sneak a few glances.

—She even hoped the photos were fake.

Then, she suddenly felt that something was off. Why was she hoping for that?

Could it be that she cared about Assassin?

Shirou's eyes nearly popped out. How could something like that have happened? She was definitely slandering him out of nowhere! He, Shirou Emiya, was a model young man. How could he possibly do something worse than a beast?

Just then, Shirou suddenly noticed Gilgamesh smiling, a chain in her right hand.

It was unmistakably the Chains of Heaven.

"I never thought someone with such honest-looking features as you would go bad too, Gilgamesh." Shirou still couldn't resist sneaking a few more glances at the photo.

The photo plainly showed him lying peacefully asleep on an ordinary little bed.

There was no strange blonde girl lying on it at all! There were no suspicious traces on the bed either! It was even a single bed!

That bed was utterly ordinary, definitely not the sort Gilgamesh, that filthy rich woman, would like.

How could she possibly sleep in such an ordinary bed?!

"Oh? Are you saying I'm lying to you? But I wasn't lying. Every bed in the world is mine. Wherever you sleep, you're sleeping on my bed." Gilgamesh gave a sinister smile as the Chains of Heaven bound Shirou.

Shirou's face turned green.

He never expected that just because he had looked at one of Gilgamesh's photos a few extra times—just once—he would end up completely tied