Sakura
As she approached the bar, Sakura kept her eye on the mysterious man, trying to work out if he really was her sister's servant, not to mention an alternate version of her beloved Senpai.
If he is, maybe I could... no! Sakura thought, cutting herself off.
Even if he was an alternate version of Shirou, he wasn't her Shirou. She could never cheat on the man she loved, not even with himself. Not even when she was desperate for prana and unbearably horny. As she approached closer, she became more and more certain that it was Archer. Then, he turned around, and she saw his face. Any doubt as to his identity was banished. It was definitely Archer, without a shadow of a doubt. But, yet, something was wrong. Instead of dark skin and steel-grey eyes, he had pale white skin and golden eyes.
Like Saber....
Somehow, this Archer, this Senpai had been corrupted, just like Saber had in her world. Sakura was overcome with a feeling of utter self-loathing at the thought that she could have done something so cruel to her precious senpai. She was a horrible, evil person. She deserved to be punished. To be made to suffer. To be tortured and beaten until she was begging for mercy. Tied up and violated over and over, screaming and begging as he filled every hole with his cum. Degraded, tortured and fucked senseless....
No! Sakura thought as she felt herself becoming aroused, her panties beginning to become noticeably wetter. I deserve to be punished, not pleasured.
Sakura knew, of course, that she was not personally responsible for his state. In her war, Archer had died protecting her sister. Nevertheless, the fact remains that she would have, if she'd had the chance. And, if she'd known then what she knew now, she'd have gone out of her way to obtain him, to corrupt him. The fact that she personally had not had the opportunity did not excuse her from taking responsibility. She should offer herself to him, let him punish her and make her suffer agony and humiliation, let him rape her over and over and over....
Damn it.
Sakura simply couldn't avoid letting her mind drift to the sexual element of the punishment she felt she deserved. Not that it was surprising, after all, she was incredibly horny, and this was Shirou. Still, she knew she could not allow it. She was a married woman, and she dearly loved her husband. Cheating on him was not something she could do. And, as much as she richly deserved to suffer at the hands of the altered Archer, nor could she allow herself to submit to that, either. She had to re-unite herself with Shirou, after all. That was more important than anything else, even atoning for the crimes of her alternate self.
Thinking of Shirou calmed her down a little. What had happened back then was not her fault. Shirou had told her that over and over. If Senpai said it, then it had to be true. He would never lie to her. Sakura stood around, wondering where she should head next. Should she still go to the bar or not? Should she stay away from the corrupted Senpai or approach him and offer her apologies?
Finally, she made her decision. She wouldn't simply ignore him. He deserved better than that. She would approach the bar and, if he wanted to talk to her, she would listen and apologise. Taking her decision, she walked to the bar, taking a place next to the red-haired woman who was seemingly talking to the corrupted Senpai.
