Smile

Saber smiled.

Shirou was relieved.

Then Saber said, "It's adorable," and his heart dropped.

With one hand, he gripped his dick. Giving his size, even a little bit of hand would hide its small size. Shirou was flushed with shame.

Saber kept smiling. "Shirou, indeed, there is nothing to be ashamed of. It may be small but it is how you use the blade that matters."

"T-that..."

"I have seen much, much bigger, that is for sure. Gawain and Lancelot were likely three times your size."

"T-three times!?" Shirou choked. Penises could get that big!? In the locker room, he had seen large sizes but...triple his own!? That sounded ridiculous!

"And yes, though it is expected for heroes to be studs, it is not a necessary," Saber continued. "As long as you remain true to yourself, you will be able to satisfy any woman with that little blade of yours."

Little blade...? Studs...?

Saber may have smiled but not a single thing she said or did comforted him. Shirou felt small, humiliated, and, worst of all, a sham of a hero and man.