253 Vol. 4 pt. 56 Patch 10.0 (1/2)
”This is weird, Saya,” Fenrir thinks to his assistant. All that he has control of right now are his thoughts inside of a black void within his mind.
”Oh, yeah, this is your first time being unconscious, isn't it, onii-wan?” Saya asks.
”Yep.”
”Maybe you'll wake up to Aza doing lewd things to you in your sleep!”
”That'd be nice, but I doubt it.”
”By the way, onii-wan, you're a nerd.”
”What's that for?”
”That battle you had!”
”It was pretty fun, and we were kind of cool, weren't we?”
”Ehhhh. Mostly just nerdy, onii-wan.”
”You're just jealous you haven't embraced your inner chuuni yet.”
”I – I don't have any inner chuuni, you baka onii-wan!”
”I bet you totally strike cool poses and shout out cool magic names whenever you're bored and when I can't hear.”
”Hmph! Do not!”
”Sure, sure.”
”Hmph. You – oh, it's time for you to go back. Have fun, onii-wan!”
”Later, chuuni-tsun-pup-imouto.”
With that, Fenrir blinks open his eyes and is greeted by something soft, warm, and thick underneath the back of his head.
Two large things hang over his head, almost reaching down to rest on his face, and block most of his vision.
Yep. These are definitely Azalabulia's thighs that he's resting on, and those are definitely her breasts directly above his face.
This is one of those times when he wants to say something, but he thinks that he'll pretend to be unconscious for a little while longer to get to enjoy this.
It helps that her breasts are blocking the top half of his face from her, so she can't see that his eyes are open.
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”Aren't his eyes open?” Cassiel asks her hidden girlfriends.
”That is correct,” Nell says. ”It is a good thing that he is lying on his tail! It would be obvious what is happening if his tail started to wag all of a sudden.”
”It'd be cute to see his tail wag in his sleep,” Serra says, nodding her head.
”What's she going to do now?” Cassiel asks, noticing one of Azalabulia's hands going for Fenrir's head.
Fenrir feels something strange yet beyond wonderful.
What he feels is Azalabulia's hand on the top of his head between his ears, gently petting him.
This is the first time that he's been petted, which is mainly his fault since he's too tall for his girlfriends to conveniently do this for him, but he loves how it feels. His ears happily twitch as Azalabulia strokes her fingers through his hair as if trying to massage his scalp.
As for Azalabulia herself – well, she's sitting there with a massive, closed-lip smile and hearts threatening to appear in her eyes just because of how fluffy his hair is.
”I'm kind of jealous,” Cassiel says.
”Hmm. Now that I think about it, none of us have done much petting of his head,” Nell agrees.
”Touch fluffy head,” Serra says, nodding.
”We will simply have to surround him later and force him to let us all pet him!”
”That sounds way worse than it actually is,” Cassiel says.
”We'll tie him down and force our petting on him,” Serra says.
”You won't be able to resist doing more than petting him if you do that.”
”I didn't say where I'd pet him.”
”Serra is right!” Nell says. ”Between the three of us, there are six hands, so we have to make sure that his whole body is being catered to with our pettings!”
Back at Fenrir and Azalabulia, Fenrir is finally figuring that maybe he should let Azalabulia know that he's fine and conscious now. She might be worried about him since he passed out on her, and he doesn't want her to be worried.