Hypocrite MC and His Evil Witch (R-18)

In the shadow of the towering mountain, bathed in the brilliant morning sun, a young man with silver hair tirelessly swung his sword. Despite the monotonous and repetitive nature of the task, he persisted. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, only to be gently wiped away by a blonde-haired girl with emerald eyes who stood nearby, smiling softly at the determined youth.

"I believe the Sword of Stone will choose you, brother."

"No one in Britannia works harder than you or wants its prosperity more than you."

"You are born a king, brother."

The youth shook his head in response to Artoria's statement. "It is the Sword of Stone that chooses us, not we who choose it, Lily. That nasty Merlin already set you to become king. And even if he did change his decision, would your father, King Uther, agree?"

"Even towards your own sister, Morgan, he shows no mercy. So, I don't think he will approve me based on determination alone." With a casual shrug, the young man, named Kay, dismissed the tempting allure of the Sword of Stone, refusing to take his sister's words too seriously.

Even towards his own blood, King Uther was totally cruel. Would he change his mind just because his daughter praised him? No, he would not. Not only would he not approve, but Kay could also predict that Uther would send assassins after him, neatly and simply. That's what King Uther does when he finds out the truth.

Of course, such complex thinking wouldn't be shared with his sister. She was still 15 years old, and her comprehension was too low to understand what he was saying. That's why he didn't bother to explain. If Morgan were here, it would be easy to explain, but his adopted sister, Artoria, was simply as dumb as a rock and easily deceived and influenced by others.

First, she was deceived by the scammer Merlin to take up the throne of Camelot, full of problems. Now, she was influenced by him because of his far-fetched thinking and his fake ideal to make Britannia a better place. She was ready to hand over what was supposed to be her destiny to him because, to her, he was a better candidate for wielding the Sword of Stone.

Unfortunately, he had no interest in that broken throne. If it were Rome, it would be a different story, but Britannia? Well, tough luck for Artoria. Whether it was Vortigern, Morgan le Fay, or Alaya, they wanted nothing more than Britannia for themselves. Not that he was a coward for facing them, but what benefit would he get from fighting them?

Probably someone would point out that the Sword of Stone was simply a profit he could get. No, that's bullshit. If he wanted a sword, he could just ask Morgan or Merlin, and he would get the holy sword in no time due to his friendship with them.

So, he wouldn't get anything at all except his own destruction. Thanks, but no thanks. He didn't like to fight for something pointless unless Merlin or King Uther offered him something he couldn't refuse. He didn't want anything to do with saving Britannia from their destruction.

Indeed, he always said he was full of ideals for Britannia, but who among the natives wasn't? This was the political correctness of this island. If you showed pragmatism and complicated thinking to them, not only would they not be grateful, but they would also treat you like they treated Morgan, with contempt and hatred.

That's why when people asked what his ideal was, he would answer with full romanticism and the atmosphere of a knight that he would like to serve Camelot and make it a better place. Even if the answer was full of hypocrisy and naivety, as long as you showed the ideal of a knight, you were a star in this place.

This place was full of heroism, nobility, and the knightly atmosphere. If you mastered these three concepts, even Artoria Pendragon would look at you with admiration. That's the way to survive in this era. Even if you were weak, as long as you mastered those three concepts, heroes would flock to you, and the future would be bright.

That's why he trained so hard and made sure that someone saw him train. It was all because he wanted them to see that he was an individual filled with the concepts of heroism, nobility, and knighthood.

When they passed by and asked why he trained so hard, even though he was still a kid, if his father was forcing him, his answer was simple: he would raise his head to the sky and say, "I want to be a knight and save Camelot. Even if my body is broken and my life is burned, my will never dies."

Thus, he gained admiration and fame just by simply swinging his sword. Compared to knights who participated in battlefields and were baptized by blood, his fame surpassed them just because he followed those three concepts and ideals.

His musings were unfortunately broken by his sister's question.

"Speaking of Morgan, does she still visit you, brother?" Artoria pouted jealously.

Yes, even Morgan looked at him with admiration because of his hypocritical ideals.

"Well, she is your sister, after all. Of course, she worries about you." Kay answered with a sunny smile on his face, concealing the fact of his scumbaggery. He didn't want his gentleman facade and hypocrisy to be torn to shreds because of the fact that he slept with married women and a witch.

As much as he wanted to maintain them, his lust for Morgan le Fay was not something he could fight against, and he ended up sleeping with her by mistake rather than rationality. Now, she clung to him a lot, almost breaking his gentleman facade with her presence alone.

Fortunately, Artoria and his father, Ector, simply believed his excuse that Morgan was simply worried about Artoria rather than clinging to him.

When Artoria heard her brother's reasonable explanation, her mood improved. Believing her brother, she grinned smugly and left.

From the beginning to the end, she was there because she felt threatened by her sister's presence and worried that her brother was being snatched away by her. But after hearing her brother's answer, she was completely relieved and happy. She hummed happily and left.

Kay stared at her back with a deep look, then continued his training, swinging the sword in his hand into the air over and over again.

...

30 minutes later

"Sir Kay..." greeted Morgan le Fay with a sultry smile as she approached Sir Kay and brought him a glass of water as they sat down under the sunset.

After Artoria left and his intense training was over, Morgan sneaked over to his courtyard and leaned against his shoulder, her jasmine aroma wafting through the air.

"Why are you here, Princess Morgan?" Kay asked with an honorific tone in his voice. Despite their sexual escapades, their relationship was bound by something that prevented them from getting closer, making it both formal and informal at the same time - it's complicated.

"Can I not be here, Sir Kay?" Morgan le Fay chuckled as she leaned closer to his ear, her position undoubtedly too close as her breath grazed him.

His ear was tickled by her seductive gesture, and he shuddered in pleasure.

This woman was definitely a vixen!

Even he, who was rational and pragmatic most of the time, couldn't resist her seduction.

"Hmm... Interesting, you're acting cold, but your little brother seems to beg to differ." Then Morgan's hand began to get antsy as she traced her finger along his fabric pants, his erect cock undoubtedly powerful proof that he wanted her.

"How, Sir Kay, are you going to deny me and avoid me again?" Her words were laced with a hint of teasing, her fingers continuing to explore the contours of his body.

Fuck this shit, fuck the gentleman facade, fuck with avoiding her.

He wanted to fuck Morgan le Fay.

Consequences be damned!

He kissed her pale lips without hesitation and brought her to his chamber.

...

After 5 hours of sex

"Ahh, fuck! I'm cumming!" Kay roared as Morgan gyrated her hips repeatedly until Kay's release surged inside her pussy.

Catching her breath, she collapsed beside him in all her naked splendor.

"You seem cold lately, Sir Kay. Did I do something wrong?" Morgan le Fay asked, her expression filled with concern.

"No, you did nothing wrong, Morgan. You're married, after all, and what we did is wrong," Kay replied, his words dripping with hypocrisy.

The entire reason he didn't want to get too close to her was because it would expose his facade of chivalry and gentlemanliness. In a world filled with gods and monsters, devoid of system and power, he was just a weak human, easily trampled by others. Only by embodying chivalry and playing the role of a goody-two-shoes could he thrive and prosper. In this world, power, position, and destiny would favor him as long as he acted the part of a hypocrite.

Do you think Artoria would tolerate an evil and morally reprehensible guy like him if he showed his true colors? No, she would not. Even if she did, Merlin would eliminate him to prevent him from becoming a bad influence on Artoria and ruining King Uther's plan.

Being inherently bad isn't the issue; the problem lies in being closely associated with Artoria, the future knight king. She is holy, and any blemish on her reputation and personality would be eradicated by Merlin. So, only by being a hypocrite could he succeed, thrive, rise to power, and obtain the Holy Sword. As long as he thrived, the method he employed didn't matter.

Guess what? He succeeded, perhaps too well. Whether it was Artoria or Morgan, they perceived him as a knight in shining armor, not a selfish individual.

While they might have seen through his facade, every living being prefers to believe what they want to believe rather than what they see. This was a lesson he learned throughout his life. Even if he was a scumbag, hypocrite, and asshole, if Artoria and Morgan believed he was a noble knight, then he would remain a noble knight in their eyes for the rest of his life. Changing an impression or prejudice is difficult, even in the face of solid evidence.

"I will divorce King Lot then, Sir Kay. I will demand my father to grant me your hand," Morgan asserted firmly.

"Unfortunately, your father is a very stubborn man and would likely send assassins against me, Morgan. Haven't you seen his cruelty yet? He even manipulated your own sister to take the throne since she was a baby. She has no free will; everything about her is predetermined by your father. That's totally fucked up," Kay said with a shake of his head, filled with pessimism.

"I will make it work one way or another, Sir Kay. Don't worry, just trust me," Morgan said, smiling sweetly as she clung to his arm.

Yet, Kay couldn't shake the chill that ran down his spine at Morgan le Fay's smile. He knew her methods would be ruthless.

And honestly, it's kinda hot.