274 Vol. 4 pt. 77 Patch 13.0: Operation: Operation (1/2)
”Do fish even bite at night?” Cassiel asks.
”Sure, why not?” Fenrir asks back. ”I think.”
”I have a bite,” Corwin announces, already busy at work reeling the fish in. Despite the fact that the fish is practically bending his rod in half from how strongly it's fighting back, he appears and sounds as calm as ever.
Meanwhile, Serra tries to distract Fenrir from fishing by running the tips of her fingers up and down the length of his fishing rod in a much more erotic way than a fishing rod deserves.
Then she wraps her fingers around it, sliding them underneath the line and giving it a few lewd pumps.
The gem rapidly pulsates at the bottom of the fishing rod. After all, Fenrir is trying to fish with Rod, his apparently-sentient fishing rod.
”I'm not sure if Rod is enjoying this or has no idea what you're doing,” Fenrir says.
Serra immediately pulls her hand back when she remembers that the fishing rod isn't just a fishing rod.
”Sorry,” Serra says, giving the rod a couple of pats.
Rod pulses once, letting them know that he forgives her for violating him.
”Oh no, you can't tease me and be lewd. Whatever are you going to do?” Fenrir teases Serra.
Serra slides one of her hands behind her to grab his dick over his pants.
”Yeah, I should have expected that,” Fenrir sighs.
The serpent turns her head around to spit more water onto them.
”Stop getting us in trouble or she's going to shake us off,” Fenrir tells Serra. ”Besides,” he pauses to look behind them at Cassiel sitting in the farthest-away seat. ”You're making Cass Cass jealous.”
”I – I'm not jealous,” Cassiel says. ”Maybe a little…”
Serra grabs one of Fenrir's hands and brings it up to her chest, placing it directly against her breasts.
Cassiel remembers her previous realization of not being gropable in-game because of the breastplate that she's always wearing, so she looks down at herself and groans.
”Corwin, I want your opinion,” Cassiel says.
”Yes, Cassiel?” Corwin asks.
”What do you think of girls who wear revealing armor?”
”Hm. I have always thought it was rather silly both in terms of practicality and appearance. What is the point of wearing armor that does not actually protect one's body against danger? There were many women back in Port Tugator who walked around wearing armor that looked more like undergarments than proper armor.”
”Right?” Cassiel sighs. ”But…”
”It does lack sex appeal,” Corwin says what's on her mind.
Cassiel sighs again. ”Right?”
”So, you want to be sexier?” Fenrir asks.
”Y-you were listening?”
”Are you forgetting I'm right here?”
Cassiel blushes and looks away. ”I – I heard you tell Aza about how I don't let you grope me.”
Corwin subtly leans down some more so that he's not sitting straight up between the two as they talk about their relationship. Of course, he's still reeling in that fish he hooked, too.
”Well, how can I with that armor? Plus I do it all the time in real life,” Fenrir explains. ”Even Serra does.”
Serra makes two grabby-hand gestures at Cassiel's chest.
”I-it'd just be nice to get some of that attention here, too,” Cassiel admits, her voice getting quieter and her blush getting brighter with each word. ”Do – would you prefer more… revealing armor?”
”Nope,” Fenrir says.
”Seriously? You wouldn't? But—”