27 Vol 1. pt. 27 Ramen and Bourbon (2/2)

Only Fenrir and Serra remain. Rock is there too, of course, but there is no real player behind her.

Serra is content to just watch Fenrir cast the fishing line over and over. She even tries picking up the other rod to mimic what he's doing, but when she realizes that she is absolutely horrible at it and has no idea what she is doing, she returns to just watching.

She also didn't like that Fenrir was laughing every single time she somehow cast the line behind her instead of in front of her.

There isn't much else for them to do. Even Fenrir inevitably grows bored of just casting a line with nothing to attract fish, and the sheltered cove doesn't look like it has anything interesting in it, so the two head below deck to wake.

There are several bedrolls and a couple of hammocks below deck for them to sleep in. However, Bonekraka and Oleander already claimed the hammocks.

”Keep the ship safe while we're gone, alright, Rock?” Fenrir says.

Rock barks and licks his face before he lies down and wakes.

He immediately regrets coming back into reality when he is met with his dull ceiling and swishedy-swishing fan. ”You get my coffee robot yet?” Ryouta asks the fan.

No reply.

Ryouta groans and kicks his feet.

It's still light outside, he most likely won't have anything to do in-game until Spencer is back on, and Spencer isn't going to back on until after their meeting tomorrow.

That means there are over twenty-four hours before Ryouta can play more.

Oh, god.

Might as well marathon the trashiest, most generic anime shows that there are. Fortunately, there are many of them. Whether it be shows where little sisters act far too lewdly to their older brothers whom may or may not be related to them by blood, generic isekai shows where a character from Earth is pulled into another reality either as himself or gets reincarnated into some odd thing such as a slime or vending machine, or just yet another harem where some guy is lucky enough to get like ten girls all in love with him, he'll never run out of things to watch.

He's thankful that harems exist in anime. Why can't anime girls be real? What he wouldn't give to have a harem of cute anime girls obsessed with him.

He looks down at his crotch and then over to his computer.

Hentai first.

After at least six sessions of viewing hentai, half of which either end in laughter or disgust from joke-translated doujins or clicking on seemingly-innocent titles only to see real fucked up stuff like loli snuff, and at least eight hours of anime, he's finally tired enough to sleep.

He's pretty sure that those loli snuff doujins got him put on a list somewhere.

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Why is there so much loli snuff hentai on the internet?

All he wants are some sweet, vanilla childhood friend doujins; doujins with tsunderes who have secret lovey-dovey sides, but still act like brats in the end; and the occasional yandere girl with a happy ending.

And tentacles.

Instead, half of what he finds is fucked up stuff involving lolis or gross, ugly bastards coming in and stealing a girl away in traditional netorare fashion.

Hentai is a mistake.

These thoughts carry him into slumber.

Another day, another session of binge-watching anime while waiting for it to be time to leave. Serra helps pass the time by messaging him on Fiscord, too.

”Oh, I should probably shower,” Ryouta says, looking over to his bathroom with a groan. One of the perks of living by himself and almost never leaving his apartment is that he doesn't really have to stay totally hygienic. He's not dirty or anything like that; he just skips taking a shower every other day sometimes.

Cleaning himself up, wearing normal clothes instead of oversized comfort clothes, brushing his hair – it's all a pain. He cares far more about his appearance in video games than he does in reality. All of these things that are a major chore and tedious to do in reality are enjoyable when he's immersed in virtual reality – when he's in a body he actually cares about.

The latest, hottest anime opening song goes off on his phone. It's his alarm.

Time to go.

With a loud and drawn-out groan, Ryouta leaves his apartment behind and begins the long walk toward New Charleston's Chinatown district. It would be so much faster to just flag down an auto taxi, but – well, it doesn't matter. Walking it is.

Despite how many people and vehicles fill the streets, cold air permeates throughout the city. There may not be any snow on the ground yet, but it is getting colder by the day. This means two things: one, girls are going to be wearing sweaters more often; two, winter is coming.

There he is. Standing in front of their go-to ramen shop is none other than Spencer himself.

Many who have met Spencer's various in-game representations believe that he's some annoying, overly-flamboyant trap in real life that speaks in a high-pitched voice and annoys everybody with constant sexual innuendo. Just like in-game.

Only Ryouta and Viktor know that this is anything but the truth. Rather than be some feminine trap, Spencer is a tall, handsome man that Ryouta curses for being more attractive than him. Spencer stands at six-foot-three, has short and brown hair that is stylishly groomed, a pair of thick-rimmed glasses which serve no purpose other than to look good on his perfectly masculine face, and has a body that is on par with Fenrir's. Spencer even knows how to dress well and fashionably!

Truth be told, Spencer's real body was a strong source of inspiration for how Ryouta shaped Fenrir's.

Spencer waves at Ryouta when he sees him.

He isn't the only different one in reality. While Fenrir may be the same height as Spencer, Ryouta is still several inches away from reaching six feet, has a slim figure with no muscles to show off, pale skin, and shaggy hair. The only similarity between him and Fenrir is the white hair. Not even their eyes are the same seeing as how his are green while Fenrir's are red.

Fenrir is also able to walk around without limping half the time.

”Lookin' pretty tired there, bud,” Spencer calls out. His deep voice is just so perfectly masculine that it makes Ryouta even more jealous. Spencer needs to go get a job as a radio host.

”Shut up, it's a long walk,” Ryouta says with heavy breaths.

”Come on, it's my treat tonight.” Spencer wraps an arm around Ryouta's shoulders and helps him inside the ramen shop.

A cardboard cutout of a famous anime ninja character stands just inside of the entrance.

They know what kind of customers to expect.