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

Small, soft lips. The way they're pressed against his own is gentle but lewd as a bit of tongue slips out between her lips to lick at his own lips.

Definitely Serra.

”I know it's you, Serra,” Fenrir says after her lips are pulled away.

”Dang,” Serra says without actually sounding the slightest bit disappointed.

”You are not supposed to be paying so much attention!” Nell explains.

”I've kissed you both a bunch. I know whose lips are whose,” Fenrir says.

”Then we will be more careful and restart!”

Fenrir really doesn't get what's going on. There's no way that they could trick him.

Either way, that doesn't stop him from enjoying this. He does like kissing his girlfriends. All he's worried about is his erection getting to be too obvious. The downside of making his size enhanced in-game is that it's harder to hide, so he has to position his leg in a way that should hopefully hide its obvious excitement.

Another pair of lips is pressed against his.

He can immediately tell that they're Serra's again. Only, this time, Serra takes it a step farther.

That thing that he was trying to hide from sight is now being rubbed by one of Serra's small, soft hands.

They'd be able to see just how surprised he looks if it wasn't for the blindfold. He knows that Serra is a pervert, but they're still in front of Azalabulia! But… he's really horny now, and Azalabulia would have to be dating them instead of just him, so maybe this is fine.

”Next!” Nell says.

Serra pulls her lips away from him and stands up.

”You know, if you say 'next' while I'm still being kissed, it makes it really obvious who I'm kissing,” Fenrir says.

”My hero, my hero. How many times must I tell you to not worry?” Nell asks him as her voices gets closer.

Now it's obvious that she'll be up next.

”Just don't stab me with your horns,” Fenrir says and hears an audible pout come from her.

A few seconds pass.

”Making me wait for that? Fine, I'm sorry. I know you won't stab me,” Fenrir says.

”You better be!” Nell says, her voice coming from directly in front of him.

Her lips press against his.

Definitely Nell's lips. They're thicker than Serra's are, but not by much, and the way that she kisses is extremely soft and slow.

”Next,” Serra says after just a couple of seconds.

”Again, really obvious,” Fenrir says after the other's lips were pulled away.

”How was that, my hero?” Nell asks, her voice the closest to him.

”As good of a kisser as ever, Nell,” Fenrir tells her.

”So, who is better?”

”You're equal.”

”Then it seems that more testing is in order!”

And so, they kiss for several more rounds. Back and forth, Serra and Nell take turns kissing Fenrir. Serra grows more erotic with every session of hers to the point where his excitement is extremely obvious to anybody whom can see him. She went from just rubbing and teasing his length over his pants to grabbing it and trying to pump it without removing a single layer of clothing.

As for Nell's kisses, hers have grown slightly more intense, but she almost seems… hesitant? Fenrir isn't sure, but he's definitely putting in more work than Nell when it comes to their kisses.

Then he hears a sneeze off to the side.

That definitely wasn't Serra's sneezing. It sounded like Nell's, but she's kissing him, so it must have been Azalabulia. Apparently, they have similar sounding sneezes.

”You have a cute sneeze, Aza,” Serra says.

Now that he's thinking of Aza again, he can't help but think of how awkward this has to be for her. He's been kissing the others on and off for what feels like fifteen minutes now, and she's been standing there without saying a single word. She's just here to ”judge” this kissing competition.

Fenrir doesn't really get it, but—

His blindfold slips down.

Azalabulia's face is directly in front of him, her eyes closed, and her lips pressed against him.

Fenrir, without breaking off the kiss, turns his head just enough to look over at Serra and Nell.

They look away and scratch their heads before looking back at each other and running.