233 Vol. 4 pt. 36 Patch 6.0: Hard Labor (1/2)

”Why are we out here again?” Fenrir asks.

Serra, Azalabulia, and Nell have led him out to the nearest group of trees. They need privacy for their plan.

Unfortunately, Nell wasn't able to think up anything too great. Most of her ideas had monsters or beasts threatening to ravage Azalabulia and Fenrir saving her at the very last minute. Then, aroused by a potential aphrodisiac, Azalabulia would need Fenrir to help calm her body down before she willingly tosses herself to the first feral creature that she could find.

The main problem with those plans was that Azalabulia refused to potentially get her first time stolen away by some monsters or beasts. She said that, had she not been virgin, she might have been able to go along with those plans, but she was also concerned about Fenrir seeing her associated with any other male in general. Who's to say that he wouldn't find her disgusting if he even saw another cock near her? That's what she believes, anyway.

There was another problem with those plans. They required somehow not only finding a monster or beast that could realistically pose a threat to Azalabulia and pin her down or pick her up, but they would also need to somehow have an aphrodisiac ability that would arouse her.

It was far too specific much like all of Nell's fantasies.

So, instead, Nell was forced to figure something else out.

”Close your eyes, my hero,” Nell says.

”Wh-why?” Fenrir asks, suspicious about all of this.

”Please?” Nell asks, batting her eyelashes and looking up at him with eyes he can't refuse.

He closes his eyes.

Less than a few seconds later and Serra has grabbed his wrists and tied them behind his back.

”What's going on?” Fenrir asks. He kind of tries to break free, but not really. Why? Because this is sort of exciting.

The moment he starts to open his eyes, Nell shouts at him to keep them closed. Needless to say, he keeps them closed.

”Kneel,” Serra says.

Her voice may not have sounded any different than it usually does, but it's what she said that makes Fenrir think of her as some sort of haughty queen demanding a peasant around.

Fenrir kneels down and then it hits him.

Nell has been rubbing off on him. A few months ago, he'd probably never just randomly kneel down after being ordered to, and he definitely wouldn't be picturing anybody as a queen and himself as some peasant being bossed around.

Nell's imagination is powerful. If he's already been this corrupted by it, does that mean that the rest of his girlfriends are getting corrupted by her as well? Are they all going to develop crazy fantasies as well?

Hopefully, they all develop fantasies similar to Nell's where she's submissive and obeying whatever a king demands her to do, wherein Fenrir plays the role of the king.

He could get behind all of his girlfriends wanting to fantasize about that.

But, he doubts that this is going to be sexual at all. After all, Azalabulia is here.

They're probably just playing some sort of prank on him or something like that.

Nell clears her throat and says, ”Now, Fenrir, Serra and I have decided to have a contest!”

”What… what sort of contest?” Fenrir asks. ”Do I really need to be tied up and blinded for it?”

”You do! And it is a kissing contest. We wish to know which one of us is a better kisser in a blind-kissing contest.”

”You know I'm just going to say you're both equally good kissers, though. And why'd you bring Aza here for it?”

”I am sure that you will find one of us better than the other! As for her presence, it is because we need a judge!”

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”Aren't… aren't I supposed to be the judge?”

”She will be making sure that everything is fair!”

”Couldn't—”

”My hero, you worry far too much.”

”That's because this is extremely suspicious. This is one of your fantasies, isn't it?”

”As I said, my hero, stop worrying about the details.”

”Aza, you don't have to go along with her plans if they make you uncomfortable,” Fenrir says.

”It's – it's fine! I already a-agreed to judge, so… it – it would only be fair to keep my word!” Azalabulia says.

”See, my hero? It is fine!” Nell says.

”Yeah,” Serra says, ”it's fine. Don't question it.”

Fenrir shrugs. It's not like he's going to say no to his girlfriends wanting to kiss him. It might be a bit awkward if he could see because then he'd be constantly reminded that Azalabulia is here, and kissing his girlfriends in front of a girl who he's been told likes him would make him feel kind of bad, but… if she's agreeing to this then it should be fine. Probably.

”Why now? We've got building to do. This is pretty random timing,” Fenrir voices his final question.

His question doesn't get an answer.

Instead, he feels somebody press their lips against his own.