The Angel Path.

You swatted the devil on your left. Ignoring the hip thrusting celebration from the angel on your right, you turned to Bradamante.

"For now, let's just take it easy for the rest of the day." You turned your terminal on and peeked at the digital clock on it. "It is already nearing dinner time, so we better freshen up and head to the cafeteria. After that, I will consult Da Vinci about the enhancement ritual. You can accompany me if you want, but it's cool if you want to catch up with Roland. The both of you worked together in the past, right? Pretty sure he is the boss of your knight group too."

"He is. He may have a tendency to get naked for no reason or chase after women if you don't supervise him well, but he is stronger than me in many ways, as strong as my brother Renaud, even." Bradamante mulled silently for a minute before continuing. "And, uhm, please don't treat me differently after this, Master. I think you should find this out from me rather than finding things out yourself."

"Okay?"

"He, Roland that is, is actually my cousin."

Seriously? No, thinking about this, the troupe of knights having familial relationships was a staple in early literatures. Even the knight of the round table was filled with brothers, like Sir Gawain, Sir Gareth and Sir Mordred. Heck, there were theories that Sir Mordred was the son of King Arthur.

"I see." You stared at her with pity. "So you are related to that nudist."

"P-please don't look at me like that! I am nothing like him, I swear!" She waved her hands frantically. "I can't deny that most of the paladins has some screws loose somewhere, Roland and Astolfo being the prime examples, but I am one of the rare sane one!"

"Okay, okay, I got it." You hated to break it to her, but with her happily chugging on your dick while being married just moments before, she had joined the ranks of not-sane paladins just like Roland. "I won't pass my judgement without knowing the full story and observing how you conduct daily."

"That is all I ask, Master."

"Right. I will take a bath first then." You opened the Rulebook and began writing on it. "To let people into the room, you just have to operate my terminal. Look after the room for me, okay?"

"Of course-" She paused for a second before shaking her head as you finished editing a rule. "-Not. Master, this might be our base, but you can't let your guard down. I will guard you in the shower too."

[New Rule: To protect their Master better, Servants are required to sleep together in the same bed and take a bath together with the Master.]

You gave her a mock sheepish smile. "Are you sure? I will be naked, you know? You will have to do the same to join in too."

Red began creeping up Bradamante's face as the realization hit her. "A-ah, right. But it can't be helped, Master! What if there's an Assassin aiming for your life as you are blinded by shampoo!?"

You made a wry smile at Bradamante's insistance.

In normal circumstances, she would have refuse if you ordered her to join you in the bath, but thanks to the rule, she became the one who actively persuaded you to let her in the shower.

"No that's-" You hummed. "Actually, some people did get assassinated when they were bathing."

You added the rule as a way to have shower sex in the future, but funnily enough, Bradamante's words had some semblance of truth in them. Being assassinated during bath time had happened before. On top of your head, there was that Marat guy from France, and even Queen Medb, a figure from Irish myth, had been killed during her bath time.

Your remembered the last one since said queen was actually killed by a fucking cheese. That had got to be included in Dumb Ways to Die.

"Alright, got it. Please protect me in the shower too, Bradamante."

"Y-yes! Leave it to me. Thank you for accepting my suggestion, Master." She was obviously embarrassed and was doing her absolute best to convince herself for your sake. "L-let's go."

You watched in amusement as she mechanically walked to the shower room. Well, guess it was a good time as any to implement your plan. You wrote another rule to the rulebook.

[Old Rule: Any act from John Doe, real name: #########, the current owner of the Rule Book, that is aimed at Bradamante during bath time is considered normal and permissible. She will not resist it.]

[Old Rule: Any words from John Doe, real name: #########, the current owner of the Rule Book, that is aimed at Bradamante during bath time will always be received with positive response.]

"Bradamante." You called out to her. She stopped and glanced at you, her face still a bit red. "I will apologize in advance if I accidentally touch you when showering."

"Hmm? What are you saying, Master? Touching me when you are bathing is unavoidable. I will never get mad at that." She leaned toward you with a reassuring smile.

"Is that so? My hand might slip and pinch your nipples. That's bad, right?"

"Geez, that is normal. It is outside your control. You can't help touching me in the bath or shower. Everyone knows that. You are such a worrywart, Master." She shook her head. "I will run the shower then."

You followed her from behind as she entered the shower room with a blush.

"Y-you are the type to take long shower, are you, Master?"

"I am."

Under certain circumstances, that was. Having Bradamante's breasts in your hands, feeling their weight and the hardening of her nipples as you played with them from behind qualified as a reason for you to prolong your shower.

The little noise she made as you rolled her nipples between your finger was amusing. She didn't try to resist your caress. Why should she? To Bradamante, you sexually harassing her as the shower ran above the two of you was a perfectly acceptable conduct.

Rather than halting your advance, her hands were instead leaning on the shower wall, right above the shower valves. Oh, she had been standing upright at the start, while gingerly hiding her breast and pussy from you and staring at everything above your belt. It was quite the cute reaction.

However with her not being able to stop your hands from exploring her whole body, she had soon lost her posture. Heroic spirits or not, people just couldn't seem to win against sexual pleasure. That was nice to know.

"I-I see." Her breath hitched as you nibbled on her right ear. "Y-you are touching my nipples a lot."

"I love them." You replied. "These stiff nipples." You gave them a hard pinch. "This heavy breast." Your hand went a bit lower, hefting the two globes on your hands. "And of course..." Your hand traversed down her body, passed down her waist and toward her best assets. "This slutty ass. You are wearing that high leg swimsuit to show this ass off, right? Naughty, naughty Bradamante."

You raised your hand and landed a slap to her right cheek, sending the droplets of water on it splashing away. It left a slight red print on it, contrasting with her healthy, creamy ass.

Bradamante yelped, probably in surprise rather than pain. She was still a Servant. If you wasn't protected by the rule, your hand would be the one hurting right about now.

"Ah, ooh~ Thank you for your compliment, Master." She smiled happily. "My ass, I have never thought that much about it. To have you liking it so much, hehe, I am quite delighted."

Once again, your rule took its effect. The crude words that you said to her went through an unknown filter and somehow turned into praises to Bradamante's mind.

"I have an idea, Bradamante." You put your dick between her ass and left it there. Moving it slowly as you bunched her cheeks together, you watched leisurely as Bradamante glanced back to you, waiting for your suggestion. "How about we train your ass so you will be sopping wet just from me touching it? Maybe have you getting a slight orgasm every time I spank it?"

"T-that will be wonderful! It should help me grow stronger without resorting to sex! As expected of you, Master."

"Right?" You laughed and landed another slap on her ass. The ripple of her ass aroused you even more. You moved your hand toward her asshole. Teasing the wrinkle gently, your finger roamed the outer rim and slowly pushed inside. There were some resistance of course, but that should change with time. "After that, we will train your asshole. I will ask Da Vinci to make some lotion with aphrodisiac, then we can apply it in your ass daily. I will use a finger at first, but rest assured, a talented pervert like you will be able to take my dick inside you in no time!"

You weren't sure that Bradamante was still listening to your words or not with how she was shaking her head as she moaned.

"Oh! Oh~! Thank you for thinking so much about me, Masteeerrr! I won't let you down! My, my, ass, you will be able to use my ass soon!"

She was still listening apparently. You chuckled at her words.

"Yes, we will work hard together so I can fuck your ass and train them to be my personal anal hole." You bent the finger buried in her ass.

Her hole tightened around you. It might be an instinctive response to reject the foreign object, but soon with some training, it will be an act to milk your cock dry.

"Okay, let's head out once you cum once. Concentrate on the feeling in your ass, I will give you more stimulation from other place, but I want you to become a girl that can cum from her asshole alone." While your right hand was busy dealing with her bottom, you moved your other hand back to her nipple. "Here, do your best to feel good."

"R-roger, Master. I will do my best to cum from anal!"

Your laughter was drowned by Bradamante's moaning and the drizzle of the shower.