61 Vol 1. pt. 61 Patch 10.0: The King, the Rod and the Harem (1/2)

As nervous and silent as Fenrir is as Serra leads him to the supposed love hotel, his wagging tail betrays his calm demeanor. At least he isn't the only one trying to stay calm. Cassiel is right there being led by Serra's other hand, constantly fidgeting around and wishing to run away.

Just because she knew of the plan ahead of time does not mean that she is ready for what is to come.

Before either of the two being pulled along even have a chance to calm their nerves, they find themselves inside of a large, wooden building with Serra digging a key out from her pocket to unlock the door in front of them.

Fenrir can't even remember what the building looked like as he was being led here.

With the door unlocked, Serra turns around just in time to catch Cassiel slowly stepping away. Unfortunately for Cassiel, Serra grabs her wrist and pulls both the nervous tsundere and the wolf into the room.

She closes the door behind them.

The room itself features a few lit candles with gentle flames flickering as they waft the scent of fruit into the air, a large bed in the shape of a heart covered in almost a dozen pillows and pink sheets, and little else.

”Had to get a cheap room,” Serra explains.

She finds it hard to look at them now.

Getting them here was the easy part. What comes next is the hard part in more than one way.

”Do either of you uhh, have experience?” Fenrir asks.

”Of course not, you bastard!” Cassiel shouts, roughly pushing him as if to punish him, but she ends up incidentally pushing him down onto the bed.

Fenrir feels calmer now that he's reminded just how flustered she is, and something about being called a bastard proves that this is just like any other time they spend together. ”Didn't know you had a dominant side in you,” he teases her.

Cassiel takes the bait.

She stomps forward, grabs him by his collar, and begins violently shaking him while trying to think of what profanities to shout at him.

What Cassiel doesn't realize is Serra sneakily unclasping her armor.

Before Cassiel catches onto Serra's devious hands, her breastplate comes undone and falls onto Fenrir.

While Fenrir might think of how ineffective armor is if it can be so simply undone, he instead focuses on the fact that it was apparently doubling as a bra for Cassiel.

He's also focusing on the fact that her breasts are just as large in-game as they are in real life.

The grey vest still covering her chest does little for support. Its thin fabric hugs against her breasts as they freely hang and shake within the cloth.

Every single movement she makes causes them to sway.

Fenrir's eyes are fixated on her breasts. It is as if they are a pair of hanging pendulums hypnotizing him – beckoning him to come closer.

He would were it not for the fact that Cassiel begins shaking him even harder when she sees where he's staring. ”What is with you men and tits?! I swear! It's all you bastards ever care about!” she shouts at him. She's so focused on his own perverse stare that she can't even be angry at Serra.

This is the happiest he's ever been to be getting shaken and shouted at by Cassiel.

She can't shake him without also shaking herself.

Cassiel's grip switches from his collar to his neck.

If he's to die and be reset, at least he'll go out with a great view.

Serra saves the day by grabbing onto Cassiel's sides and squeezing them, causing the taller girl to squeak and jump.

”What do you think you're doing?! You're supposed to—” Cassiel shouts at Serra but stops when she turns around and looks at her.

Fenrir peeks from around Cassiel to see why she went silent.

All Serra is wearing is a pair of white, bikini panties. Her silver hair hangs down over her chest in just the perfect position to cover her nipples like when he first met her, but he can still see the slight curves of her breasts sticking out from the sides of her hair.

It's been difficult remembering just how petite and perfect her figure is with the clothes she's been wearing. In-game, she always wears her pirate-lite costume which loosely hangs on her. In reality, she was wearing a parka, t-shirt, and jeans. Now, she has naught more than underwear which covers her crotch while leaving little to the imagination.

He is also reminded of just how sexy her hips are. While sexy isn't a word that he would normally use to describe Serra, her hips definitely are. She has the hips of a fertility goddess. They reach ever so slightly farther out than her shoulders do, and they look like they would be the best possible handles to hold onto for what will soon come. He may want to bury his face in Cassiel's bust, but he wants to hold onto Serra's wide hips just as much.

Serra finally breaks thanks to Fenrir's intense staring.

”Don't stare so much… this is embarrassing. I – I don't want to be the only one taking my clothes off, so…” Serra says, her voice meek.

Fenrir – Ryouta, may not have the confidence to strip himself in front of a couple of perfect girls in reality, but in-game as Fenrir, he can force himself to.

Piece by piece, he strips himself of his clothes. First is the leather vest. Then is the navy blue cloth vest underneath that, then his brown shirt, and he only stops when he reaches down to his pants. All that is holding them up is a single button.

Both girls find themselves just as entranced in him as he is in them.

This is where making a character meant to appeal to girls pays off.

He's taller than them both by over a foot; he is covered in lean, toned muscle; and he's even cleanly shaven for them.

A few beads of sweat roll down his chest and over his abs.

To his surprise, Cassiel is the first one unable to stop herself from touching him.

She reaches a single finger out to tentatively poke his muscled core.

The tip of her finger traces down to his waist before changing course and slowly – tantalizingly slowly, tracing back up his torso until she reaches his neck.

”I guess I'm going to have to work out more in real life if you're into muscles,” Fenrir teases her.

”Sh-shut up,” Cassiel responds, not a single ounce of anger anywhere in her voice. ”I'm – I'm only doing this so you don't reset if you die, you bastard.”

The timid tone of her voice and the curious expression on her face betray her words.

Her lack of confidence boosts his own.

”If you're touching me, do I get to touch you?” he teasingly asks, raising his hands towards her chest.

”Tch, of c-course you'd want to…”

She doesn't say no, and she isn't backing away, so Fenrir raises his hands closer and closer until they're but an inch away from Cassiel's still-clothed breasts.

Fenrir ascends from being a virgin who has never touched boobs before to being a virgin who has touched boobs.

It isn't enough. He wants to experience how they feel without any fabric in the way. Reaching down, he slides his hands down to the bottom of her vest and then slides them up underneath it until they're holding onto her generous breasts once more.

Cassiel winces and looks away with cheeks burning bright red. She has to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from letting any noises out as Fenrir experimentally and directly fondles her breasts.

He presses his fingers into their malleable flesh, rolls them around in his hands, and eventually positions his hands so that her nipples are pressing into his palms.

The sensation of learning a skill rings within him.

It makes sense that a game with skills for literally everything would have skills related to sex.

But that's not important right now. What is important is gently teasing and pinching her nipples between his fingers as he uses his palms to knead and massage her breasts.

Fenrir doesn't even realize that Serra is behind him until she loops her arms around him and presses her own bare chest against his back.

She may not be as busty as Cassiel is, but he can still tell the difference between her normal skin and the soft, warm skin of her breasts as she presses herself against his large and muscular back.

Serra gently runs her hands up and down his chest as she tenderly kisses his neck.

But then one of her hands leaves his chest to instead travel down towards his waist.

Fenrir looks down at himself to see what the situation is. Her hand is heading directly for that sizeable bulge pressing up against his pants.

He's already fully erect at this point, and it is obvious to each of the girls. The fabric of his pants is also thin enough that they can see exactly how thick and long his member is just from it bulging up against it.

Cassiel finds her eyes locked onto his length as every single throb excites her. It looks like a living being of its own trying to break free from its linen confines.

Serra is the first to experience his length. She undoes the button of his pants and then slides her hand underneath them until she reaches the base of his shaft. She flinches when she first touches it and feels it throb, almost pulling her hand back out, but finds the courage to instead gently rub her hand up along the topside of his girthy length.

With one hand on his chest, another on his tool, her lips against his neck, and his hands on Cassiel's breasts – he already feels like he's about to burst. This is far too much stimulation for a virgin like him.

His legs stiffen and his toes curl. He's on the verge of climaxing already and his pants aren't even off yet. There's no way that he's going to let himself cum already.

It's obvious to the girls just how hard he's holding his pleasure back from the intense look on his face and how still his body is.

Serra whispers into his ear, ”It's okay. You can cum,” she pauses, pressing her lips even closer to his ear and lowering her voice, ”Ryouta.”

Fenrir can't hold back his desire to cum any longer. With a pleasured groan, his hands on Cassiel's breasts subconsciously grip her harder as the first burst of his hot seed shoots out into his pants.

Serra slides her hand up to the tip of his length to try and stimulate it with gentle strokes as he cums. She even takes her lips away from his ear to instead place a series of soft kisses on his neck as if rewarding him for cumming.

She waits until she feels his cock stop pulsating before pulling her hand out.

Proud of her work, she holds her sticky hand covered in his warm, thick cum up for Fenrir and Cassiel to see.

Cassiel looks like she doesn't know how to feel about the sight. It's hot, but at the same time, kind of gross.

But that's only until Serra pulls herself away from Fenrir to run her cum-covered hand down her own abdomen, smearing his cum into her skin.

Fenrir is still catching his breath and calming down from his orgasm.

While normally, a man might be out of action for at least a couple of minutes after cumming, the throbbing bulge serves as evidence that he's ready for more.

”Cass,” Serra says, lying back on the bed and beckoning Cassiel over with each of her hands.

Fenrir finally takes his hands off of Cassiel's breasts so that she can go to Serra.

”Wh-what?” Cassiel asks Serra.

Serra answers by grabbing Cassiel's wrists and pulling her on top of herself.

”Wha—what do you think you're doi—mmf,” Cassiel is interrupted when Serra loops her arms around Cassiel's neck to lean up and press her lips into the other girl's.

Fenrir can't stand wearing pants any longer. They're too confining, and also too sticky now, to continue wearing.

He slips his pants off and allows all of his inches to proudly stand erect in the air. Looking down at his length, he has to admit that he's pretty proud of it.

Character creation is a wonderful thing.

Fenrir watches as Cassiel weakly squirms around, acting like she wants to break free and escape Serra's kissing lips, yet puts no real effort into it.

Serra beckons Fenrir over with one of her hands behind Cassiel's head.

This girl is something else.

Doing as she requests, Fenrir climbs back onto the bed and positions himself behind Cassiel.

Whatever armor she has left on, Fenrir strips it off piece by piece until all she has left is her vest and skirt.

Both Serra and Fenrir know what they want to take off next.

Serra breaks her lips away from Cassiel's so that she can start tugging Cassiel's vest up. Fenrir lifts Cassiel's arms above her head to make Serra's job easier.

”H-hey! Wh-what do you think you two are – wait!” Cassiel tries stopping them, but she's too slow.

Her vest slides right off, allowing her breasts to bounce free above Serra's face.

The smaller one of the two girls wastes no time in pressing her face forward against Cassiel's bust. Her small, warm lips wrap around whichever one of Cassiel's erect nipples is the closest.

If Cassiel wasn't squirming around and making embarrassing noises before, she definitely is now.

Teaming up on Cassiel with Serra fills Fenrir with confidence. Not being the one getting teased and sneak attacked from behind for once is now.

Thinking of which, that gives him an idea.

With Cassiel on her hands and knees again overtop of Serra, Fenrir lifts her skirt up so that Cassiel's rounded rear and panties are visible to him. He actually couldn't tell before, but now that he's looking directly at her without any clothes in the way, she has a great ass that matches her bountiful chest.

He reaches forward to firmly grab each of her cheeks. His fingers melt into them just as they did with her breasts, and her flesh jiggles just as much here with her movements as her breasts do. Whether it is her chest or her rear, Cassiel is just unbelievably soft and squishy. Yet, at the same time, there is a firmness to her body. She may not have much in the way of visible muscle, but she is toned and slim.

Now for revenge.

Fenrir smacks his rod against her cheeks. ”How's it feel being the one getting a pole from behind?” he teases.

Cassiel turns her head to glare at him but doesn't actually say anything.