204 Vol. 4 pt. 7 Patch 2.0: Prime Real Estate (1/2)

Ryouta, Cassandra, and Alice have managed to fluster one another to the point where they just have no idea what to say. They look at each other with parted lips as if they have something else to say but, whenever they actually try to say something, they stop and shyly look away.

”Are… we fighting with compliments? Over sex?” Ryouta asks after a few moments of awkward silence.

”I – I think so,” Cassandra answers.

”I would not even consider it a fight, but yes,” Alice says.

While the tensions may have seemed high to an outsider if they were to have seen their little ”fight,” now the three are laughing or trying not to laugh from just how ridiculous they were behaving.

”I've got to admit, I wish all 'fights' were like that,” Ryouta says.

”I agree!” Alice says. ”Fights would be much more entertaining if they included combatants trying to out-compliment one another!”

”What were we even talking about before that?” Cassandra asks.

”Oh, right. Sex. I was curious why we haven't had any real sex yet,” Ryouta explains.

The room gets awkward again as Alice and Cassandra get embarrassed all over.

As for Serra, she has since completed the dishes, washed her hands, and claps them together before turning around with a smug expression of satisfaction for her work.

What Serra sees are three people awkwardly standing and sitting around while blushing. She tilts her head since she has no idea what the issue is, but since they just seem flustered, she figures that it can't be that bad.

Ryouta sees her and says, ”Ah, sorry. I ended up getting distracted and you did most of the work.”

Serra, watching his lips, shrugs and tugs down on his shirt.

He knows what this means.

Leaning down for her, Serra pulls on his shirt until his face is in front of her own for her to kiss him.

He knew that she'd want a kiss by pulling down on his shirt like that. What he didn't know was that she was planning on slipping some surprise tongue into his mouth during it before pulling away and acting innocent.

Blushing as much as the girls on the couch now, Ryouta leans back up straight and only grows even more red when Serra licks her lips while staring into his eyes.

She's looking at him like a predator at its prey. Fenrir may be inspired by a wolf, but when it comes to personality, it is Serra that is the wolf whereas Ryouta is the bunny that Serra wants to devour.

”An-anyways, let's finish talking about it some other time, but I do think we need to seriously deal with it soon. I mean, it's not that I'm just bringing this up because I want to have sex. I do, but I just… I just think we're at the point where we shouldn't be nervous about it. I mean, we're living together. We bought a house together – well, Alice and her dad bought a house for us, but you know what I mean,” Ryouta tells the girls over on the couch.

”I do not disagree with you, my hero. We just… need to mentally prepare ourselves! And physically! I – I may not have been shaving my legs as much as I should be,” Alice explains.

”I don't care if you've got some hair on your legs.”

”But I care! I would never want any of you to touch my legs while they are like this! Look!” Alice says, lifting up her skirt so that he can see what she's talking about.

There's nothing to see. Just some nice legs.

”I don't see anything,” Ryouta says.

”Come closer!” Alice demands.

Ryouta does as told and walks right up next to her to kneel down and look at her supposedly-hairy legs.

Still nothing.

”Are – are you sure they're hairy? They still look perfectly smooth,” Ryouta tells her.

Alice, burning red, takes his hand into her own and pushes it against her leg. ”See? There is stubble!” she explains.

”Huh. Yeah, but it's so short that you can't even see it unless your face is literally next to your leg. Also, I thought you said you would never want anybody touching your legs while they're like this?”

”I have to prove my point! You need to understand that there are very important reasons as for why nothing has happened yet, and this is one of them!”

”By the way,” Cassandra chimes in, ”I hope you won't be expecting me to shave my legs during winter.”

”I don't. Why would I care if you shave your legs or not?” Ryouta asks, hand still on Alice's leg.

”You – you seriously don't care?”

”Am I supposed to?”

”Are you actually into hairy legs or something like that?”

”Not at all. I think a girl's legs look best when there isn't any hair on them, but it's your body, so why should I care if you don't feel like shaving your legs? It's not going to make me less attracted to you.”

Cassandra may be blushing from his words now, but Alice is blushing because Ryouta's hand is still on her leg despite her trying to pull it away. Now that his hand has actually reached one of its dream destinations, it is hesitant to leave.

”My – my hero, you can… you can stop that now,” Alice tries to tell him while pouting and tugging at his hand.

”Stop what?” Ryouta asks as he rubs his hand along her leg.