Eastern wisdom

Parody : Fate / Grand Order

Content warning : >!Castration!<

You know what there's not enough of? That's right, Fate ballbusting, and I've come to attempt to fix that. I'm not particularly proud of this one, but I hope that with your feedback the next try will be better. That said, thank you all for your time! Please enjoy!

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“First, strike the crotch!” the foxlike lady exclaimed, her voice carrying an unshakable conviction and a smidge of regret that it had come to this. Her foot was the judgement upon the adulterer whose arrogance knew no bounds, or to be more precise, upon his family jewels.

The loud **SMACK** that reverberated in the small confines of Master’s room was quickly drowned out by his screams of pain. With no command seals to save himself, he was left to the mercy(or lack thereof) of the swimsuit-clad beauty and her accomplices.

Just a single strike was enough to make him lose balance but, restrained by the green-haired dragon, he remained standing, all the while his faithful assistant, the one who protected him since the day he arrived at Chaldea, was consoling his latest victim, throwing daggers his way every once in a while, disgusted at how low he has fallen.

“Please, stop! I can ex-” his voice resembling the squeaking of a poorly oiled hinge, he tried to reason with his servants, but since they caught him in the act, there was little left to explain.

“Next, REALLY strike the crotch!” interrupting him to continue the punishment, Tamamo arced her leg backwards before striking Master’s bare balls, painfully crushing them between her foot and his meek body with deadly precision. Her technique was honed to perfection at the expense of other servants’ broken manhoods, and his was next on the line.

Master’s squished plums had nowhere to run as the force of the impact almost sent their owner flying out of Kiyohime’s grip. The judgement wasn’t over, though, and the vixen who was once blinded by the promise of an undying love, who worshipped the very manhood she was currently destroying, who playfully squeezed the pair of beastly balls to drain them of the last bit of semen, made sure to not turn them to mush just yet.

Wheezing and spasming, Master could barely stay conscious after having his balls reduced to a fifth of their original size in such a manner. His eyes wandered as he started losing his grasp on reality, just to land on Mash, who stared at him with such contempt that he couldn’t bear looking in her direction for a moment longer.

As the dragon girl propped him up for the final strike, his gaze met the executioner’s. Her divine beauty captivated him just as it did the first time he summoned her. Tamamo’s radiant eyes looked down upon him like he was some third-rate trash, and yet, she stopped. Understanding that the moment he would look away would be the moment he’d lose his manhood, he did all he could not to let his sight sway.

“I...” with great difficulty Master gathered enough courage to speak, “I’ve learned my lesson. Please, forgive me.” Presented with such a pitiful sight, Tamamo only looked past him for a moment.

**THUMP-SQUELCH**

Master’s eyes went white as Kiyohime brought her leg up from behind him, catching both of his reddened balls on her knee and driving them into his pelvic bone with unrestrained primal force. There was no doubt that his testicles were on borrowed time and so was his sanity as the throbbing agony spread like wildfire throughout his body.

“Lies will not be tolerated. For you the only way to repentance is through crotch violence,” stating the verdict like it was something obvious, Tamamo was about to end it all with a single swift kick when a familiar voice chimed in form the sidelines.

“That’s enough,” Mash said calmly. Master couldn’t believe his ears, he thought that there was no escape from this mess, but he forced himself to look in the direction of the approaching footsteps. His vision was blurry, but even then he could see her, his beloved kouhai smiling at him sweetly, and, unfortunately, he spent more than enough time with her to know exactly what a smile like that meant. “I’ll take it from here.”

Unlike the other servants, she took no chances, taking up her trusty shield to finish the job. “This is for your own good, Senpai.” With the flat side of the “blade” she struck right between Master’s legs, making the fragile organs burst open as if put in an industrial compressor. That, combined with the many shattered bones thanks to the indiscriminate destruction of the last few hits finally allowed his consciousness to wane into nothingness.

By the time he woke up, his treatment was already decided for him. Nightingale made sure to cleanly remove any damaged tissue, leaving Master nothing but a reminder of his sins where once was his pride.