No, Erica returns quicker than expected.

“Don’t reach in there, it’ll explode!” Erica cried as soon as she opened the front door, dropping a cardboard box full of various clothes.

Lenny’s hand had never pulled away from a jar’s rim quicker. “Wait, r-really…? How do you know that…?” he asked, setting the Pot of Greed back on the floor.

She sighed “It’s part of the backstory. If you put your hand in the pot you get something you want, but it blows up once you take your hand out.” as she picked back up her box. She pulled out a hoodie, sweatpants, and a pair of large neon green panties from the box before reconvening to Leonard’s room to change. Her friend decided to wait until she came back to talk about the Pot.

Soon she sat back on the couch, dressed in what must have been a casual outfit. “So, uh… update. I traded in all the cards I didn’t want from Master Duel to get a… ‘Real Magic Card’. I picked the pot cause I thought it’d be useful.” Leonard explained.

“I’d be surprised, but I am apparently your Servant right now. Can you… unsummon the Pot? Put it back in the card?” Erica asked.

“Uh… come back?” Lenny asked, holding out the card towards the green-faced Pot. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then when he blinked it was gone.

“G-Good, that could’ve been messy…” Erica sighed in relief. “I’ll, uh… get to bed, now. See you in the morning.”

Lenny paused, then remembered that she was going to be on the couch until the jacking-off room was cleared out. “R-Right, good night.” he said, before going to bed himself.

One dreamless sleep later, and he was awake early as usual. He yawned “G’Morning, how was the couch?” as he started making a couple bowls of cheap non-brand-name cereal.

Leonard’s query was met with groans as Erica moaned “Not good… were those chicken nuggets expired…? I feel sick…” as she writhed on the couch in her sleeptime sweats.

“Huh? I feel fine though…” Lenny noted, until he remembered something important. “Servants need Mana to function. Chaldea would supply it in FGO, but aside from that the easiest method of replenishing is…”

Staring down at his pants, the supposed Master noticed his morning wood started to get stiffer and stiffer.

He gulped.

“This is… a precaution, that’s it. I can apologize later if I’m wrong, but for now we both need to go in to work today.” he thought as he silently shuffled into the apartment’s extra room with one of the cereal bowls. One of the statues was of Minamoto No Raikou’s Swimsuit Lancer form, funnily enough.

Dropping his pants, he grasped ahold of his member, decently sized, but not quite as aroused as usual. Maybe his worry for Erica was affecting his performance…? “Damnit, focus…! Just… cum really fast like you usually do…!” he mentally shouted at himself.

It was no good. He’d had enough time with himself to know that shame wasn’t something that got him off. Conversely, it usually was praise or kind words that got his motor started.

“Maybe…” he wondered. Might as well, a life could be on the line. His thoughts drifted to last night, when Erica appeared. “Oh, you must be my Master!” Raikou could have cried out, a maternal smile on her face. “Come here, your mother’s in need of some Mana. I’m sure you can help her, isn’t that right?”

The pulsing veins he gripped were as good a sign as any that he was on the right track. But he needed something more…

“I’m glad it was you, Lenny. I’m sure you haven’t realized it yet, but I’ve been hiding how I feel about you. Please, come to me…!” Erica might have said, if things were just a little different. “Be gentle, won’t you? I’ve never done this before…” she could’ve pleaded, her lower bikini piece long-removed as her legs spread.

His breathing grew heavy, and in a moment or two goopy splotches of white topped the cereal flakes. Leonard quickly grabbed a tissue, wiping himself down so as to avoid her suspicion when he returned.

A quick rendezvous to the kitchen, and both bowls were filled with milk and mixed about. The only thing marking them was the color of the plastic spoons. Clear disposable plastic for her, and black for him.

He helped her get upright on the couch, which wasn’t easy considering how much bigger she was than him, and got her settled. “Have some breakfast, maybe it’s just stress…?” he offered, handing her the clear-spooned cereal.

“Okay…” she groaned, before bringing spoon to mouth.

Then her eyes widened.

“… Lenny…?” she muttered.

He gulped. “Yes…?”