234 Vol. 4 pt. 37 Patch 7.0: (2/2)

Fenrir's and Azalabulia's lips part after another minute of kissing.

”How uh… how was it?” Fenrir asks her. He had no idea that he could still act so virgin after having three girlfriends.

Azalabulia has a wide grin on her face and a lovestruck look in her eyes, though. She looks really happy.

It's hard for him to believe that, until just these past twenty-four hours, he had no idea that Azalabulia even liked him. There might have been a subconscious suspicion, but he had no actual idea that things were going to turn out like this. He figured he'd just always have his current three girlfriends and never anybody else.

Now that he's thinking about it, though… he wonders just how many members are going to get added to this harem of his – or rather, of Serra's.

That perverted munchkin just wants to add every attractive girl she sees to the harem.

Fenrir is pretty sure she's mainly into girls at this point and is just making an exception for him.

Though, the same could be said about Cassiel and Nell. Neither of them has ever brought up the idea of adding more guys into their relationship, and he never catches any of them looking at other men. Even when they're around men who Fenrir knows are more attractive than him, both in-game and in reality, he never sees their eyes straying. Well, unless there's an attractive woman around. Then their eyes stray.

Now he's realizing that it might be dangerous to take his girlfriends out to areas where other women will be. They're like a pack of lionesses waiting for a victim to pounce on. They pick a target, weaken her, and then toss her to him for him to finish her off.

This might feel like a harem at times, but Fenrir knows that this is not his harem. If anything, this is his girlfriends' harem.

He doesn't want to be left out.

Looking down at Azalabulia's chest… it's alright, right?

While Azalabulia's still-spinning-but-lovestruck eyes stare at his face, Fenrir reaches his hands up underneath her hanging breasts and gropes them both.

Azalabulia's eyes stop spinning. Instead of spinning, they stare directly at him as a look of panic takes over her face.

Fenrir had no idea a face could become this red. Her face went as red as possible and then went beyond – plus ultra red.

He half expects to get slapped any time now. That's what would happen if this was some sort of anime.

Instead, he… thinks that he broke her. Azalabulia just stares directly at him without moving. It's kind of creepy in a way.

”Are… are you alright?” he asks her.

He doesn't get a response.

He lets go of her breasts.

Still nothing.

Then, what if…

He squeezes her breasts again. No response. There's one more thing that he can try.

While keeping his hands on her breasts, he leans his head forward to press his lips against her own one more time.

At least fondling Cassiel's breasts so much has taught him how to handle breasts this large. While fondling and kneading Azalabulia's breasts, his lips kiss hers in a soft, slow kiss.

Azalabulia finally breaks and faints, falling onto him with her face against his chest, her breasts against his crotch, and the rest of her body limp.

When he tries to get a look at her face, her eyes are shut and her lips are slightly parted and breathing softly.

She panicked and got out of the game.

Fenrir has no idea what to do with her body now, and he has no idea how to feel that he made her panic to the extent that she woke without saying a word. Did he fuck up? Now he really feels guilty.

Meanwhile, in reality, a mature woman too old to be fangirling and squealing so much is currently rolling around on her bed with a pillow held over her face to muffle her fangirlish screams.