75 Vol 2. pt. 12 Patch 2.0: The Wolf and the Serpen (1/2)

Everything that happened since the girls went to bed until now is explained to them by Fenrir. He even tells them about his conversation with Rock and Rod for full transparency.

”So, she's some roleplayer obsessed with dark stories that wanted a kiss from you, and you call her 'Princess?'” Cassiel asks for confirmation.

Fenrir figured that the last part wouldn't go over too well. ”I – I was just playing along, and I told her that so that she wouldn't get any mixed signals,” he explains.

Cassiel sighs. ”I trust you, but you never call us that…”

”You're my princess, Cassiel. You are my beautiful, blonde, tsundere princess whom thrusts her pole into me from behind,” Fenrir says.

Her blush was increasingly growing redder and brighter until he had to bring up pole thrusting again.

She grabs his shirt and pushes him against the side of the ship. ”Why did you have to ruin it?!” she shouts.

”Cass Cass likes thrusting into men from behind,” Serra says followed by snerking.

Cassiel turns her head to look back at Serra with eyes expressing feelings of betrayal. ”He hasn't called you a princess yet either!”

”That's too cheesy for me.”

”Wh-wha—” Cassiel blushes again.

”Cass Cass is cheesy.”

Despite Serra being the one teasing Cassiel, Fenrir is the one facing Cassiel's abuse as she shakes him back and forth against The Shoebill's hull.

Cassiel only stops abusing her boyfriend when she hears somebody giggling from the side – somebody unfamiliar.

They look over and see the serpentine girl leaning up in the hammock and watching the show. ”My, such a violent display of love. Are you alright, my hero?” Nehalennia asks.

”She calls you her hero?” Cassiel asks, glaring up at Fenrir.

He forgot to explain that part. ”I-it's part of the roleplay,” he explains now.

Cassiel lets go of Fenrir, but only so that she can stand in front of him between him and Nehalennia. ”Don't get me wrong. I feel bad for you and those other girls, and I'm fine with helping you and hiding you, but Fenrir is mine,” Cassiel says with a huff and a pout.

”Ours,” Serra corrects her.

”Y-yeah. Ours. He's our hero.”

Fenrir pokes Cassiel's side.

She jumps up, makes her signature Cassiel squeaking noise, and then turns around to pound her fists against his chest!

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”You have to be approved by us before joining his harem,” Serra explains to Nehalennia, having walked up to her.

”Oh? It is a harem? I was under the assumption that it is a polyamorous relationship rather than a harem,” Nehalennia asks.

”She's just teasing me by calling it a harem,” Fenrir explains. ”It's more like her harem if anything.”

”May I at least continue calling him my hero? I have already grown fond of calling him that,” Nehalennia asks.

”Yeah, that's okay,” Serra says.

Cassiel crosses her arms and huffs some more.

”I look forward to getting along with you two. My hero has assured me that I shall be with him forever, so we will need to try our best to get along!” Nehalennia declares.

”Haah? What's this about being together with her forever now?” Cassiel asks, glaring up at Fenrir again.

He forgot to mention that part, too. ”R-roleplay?” he tries using that reason again.

Cassiel doesn't buy it. ”I'm kicking you out of this relationship. It's only going to be me and Serra now.”

Fenrir looks over at Serra, expecting her to defend him, but instead sees her waving him goodbye.

He hangs his head in defeat.

”My hero, it seems that you are quite the bullied one! Here I believed that I lived a life of cruelty, yet you may have it far worse than I,” Nehalennia joins in on the teasing.

”You'll get along with us,” Serra says, giving Nehalennia a thumbs-up.

”Yeah, she can replace you,” Cassiel says.

”He can be our guard dog! We could even get him a collar and leash,” Nehalennia suggests.

Fenrir is very, very concerned by how the girls look at him after that suggestion. They look… way too interested in that idea.

”I think I'd rather be the one with the collar,” Serra says.

Nehalennia grabs Serra's hands and holds them in her own, nodding at Serra's remark. ”It would be great either way, would it not?” Nehalennia asks.

Cassiel pinches Fenrir's arm to get his attention. He leans down so that she can whisper in his ear.