Infinite Cheap-Making (Continued)

The Red Faction had Achilles, a Rider even faster than reporters who could lock down the routes; an Assassin who knew a little magecraft; and Golden Flash, a Caster candidate skilled with an axe who could not even chant a spell.

The problem was that even the relatively normal Lancer existed on the same level as Gilgamesh.

As things stood, defeating this lineup was impossible.

"Assassin, there's nowhere left for you to run." Gilgamesh sneered. "Tell me, you'd rather hold Saber's hand than mine. Are you gay?!"

Gay or not gay—that was the question.

"So what if I am, and what if I'm not? Would you consider defecting to the Black Faction?" Shirou asked tentatively.

Gilgamesh smiled.

Gilgamesh was still quite reserved. How could he possibly defect just like that?

"If you're gay, I'll fuck you until you beg for mercy."

The horrifying words made Shirou's scalp tingle. A woman fucking a man until he begged for mercy?

"Ahem." Shirou coughed awkwardly. "Then what if I'm not?"

"I'll still fuck you until you beg for mercy."

Shirou calmly analyzed the situation.

Weren't those two options exactly the same?

"Both involve fucking me until I beg for mercy. What's the difference?" Shirou could not help asking.

"The difference is—"

"With the latter, you can take your time in bed."

"And the former?"

"You can be fucked until you beg for mercy right now. I even prepared a hatchet for you."

Shirou looked at the black rod-shaped object Gilgamesh had taken out. It was not only thick, but unimaginably hard as well.

If it went inside his body—

Shirou refused!

"Gilgamesh, I have some sad news to tell you," Shirou said mournfully.

The grief on his face made Gilgamesh feel a little stifled just looking at it.

Gilgamesh furrowed his brow, realizing