308 Vol. 5 pt. 16 (1/2)
Fenrir has been left with some free time to explore the town with the others for a bit after going over the plans with the others.
Despite how grand and large all of the buildings are that give the town a large appearance overall, the town itself could most likely be classified a small one. Given that the town's inhabitants are such tall and large ones, the buildings obviously have to be large enough to fit them comfortably. Doors are twice as large as they would normally be, roofs are far higher up, a building that might look like it has three different floors might only actually have two floors or even just one, and so on.
Of course, Fenrir having the experience that he has with hentai, he can't help but to imagine that this must be what it feels like in those stories where people get shrunken down.
He doesn't like it.
Just being so much smaller than everybody else around is a bit humiliating in its own way, and this is after the fact that he made himself so tall. How would somebody like Serra feel given that she's the shortest one in the town right now?
Well, he knows how she feels. When he looks down at his munchkin of a girlfriend, he sees her looking at the women who are anywhere from two to three times taller than her. In particular, she has been spending a decent amount of time looking at their chests. And their hips. And their rears. And their everything else.
While Fenrir might feel uncomfortable being surrounded by a bunch of humanoid dragons larger than him, Serra seems more than happy to let her eyes look around at the large sights. Fortunately for him, she's only looking at the large women.
He even catches Cassiel doing it when they come across one dragonoid woman wearing particularly revealing clothes despite the size of her chest. This is when he remembers that Cassiel, despite having her own large breasts to look at and play with, likes looking at women with even larger chests.
Fenrir gets flashbacks of Aiko's character, Nyaiko. She was the most hentai-looking girl that he had ever seen with truly ridiculous breasts given the size of her body overall. He would honestly have to say that her breasts were too big – too hentai-esque. Yet, Cassiel could never hide her obvious interest.
Her inability to hide her preference is obvious once more.
Then an unexpected connoisseur grabs Fenrir by the shoulder and whispers, ”You know, bro, maybe the girls here aren't too bad.”
”That's surprising to hear from you. I thought you liked normal, human girls?” Fenrir whispers his question back to Rao as the girls look at some clothing shop that only that clothes way too large for them.
”I don't know man. There's just something about these girls. Like sure, they're covered in scales and stuff which I'm not really into, but they still look soft in all the right places.”
”I guess you're a scalie now.”
”Yeah, no. I just know how to appreciate a girl who looks nice. Like, if you have a little sister who looks nice, you tell her that she looks cute. That doesn't mean you're a pedophile who wants to date your little sister.”
”So, you're comparing your new interest in scaly women and probably wanting to fuck them to complimenting little sisters?”
”Come on, it sounds weird and messed up when you put it that way.”
”That's because you make it really easy to mess with you.”
Rao smacks Fenrir on the back before putting his hands behind his head. ”Look, I just think they look nice. You know, it's like they say. When in Brazil and all that.”
”When… when in Brazil?”
”Yeah. When in Brazil. All roads lead to Brazil. That stuff.”
”That's… hang on.”
Fenrir leaves Rao for a moment to go and collect his girlfriends who are busy checking out the unique-but-oversized clothes in the shop.
”Rao, what were those sayings again?” Fenrir asks now that his girlfriends are all curiously standing by and listening.
”When in Brazil. All roads lead to Brazil,” Rao repeats with an innocent expression on his face as he genuinely has no idea how badly he is butchering those sayings. ”Oh, and Brazil wasn't built in a day.”
Each of Fenrir's girlfriends, and Eva, stand by with straight faces as they try their best not to react at Rao's outrageous words.
”Rao, you love architecture and stuff, right?” Fenrir asks.
”Yeah,” Rao answers.
”What about Rome?”
”Hell yeah. Rome is awesome.”
”So, you know what Rome is and think that Rome is awesome?”
”Yeah? Is that weird or something?”
”Yet all roads lead to Brazil, Brazil wasn't built in a day, and when in Brazil?”
”Bro, just get to the point if you have something to say.”
”Rao,” Nell speaks up, ”is it possible that—”
”You're stupid,” Cassiel finishes Nell's sentence for her.
”The hell? How am I stupid?” Rao asks.
”It's Rome. The sayings are 'When in Rome,' 'Rome wasn't built in a day,' and 'All roads lead to Rome.' Not a single person in all of existence until now has ever screwed up those sayings so badly that they replaced Rome with Brazil. Brazil. Seriously? How do you screw it up that badly?”
”Yo, I'm not stupid. I know that. Rome is in Brazil so it's basically the same thing. It doesn't matter if you're talking about the city or the country.”
At this point, all Nell can do is politely smile with a slightly-tilted head as she tries her hardest to resist saying anything improper.
”Rao… where do you think Brazil is?” Fenrir asks.
”I don't know. Never really thought about it before,” Rao answers.
”The education system failed you,” Azalabulia says. Despite her taking on the role of a little sister of sorts to Rao, she can't help but to engage her teacher mode and go into a very long-winded explanation about where Brazil is, where Rome is, how they are two completely different things from different times, and then she proceeds to give him a pop quiz about all sorts of other famous places throughout history to check his knowledge.
There are a few answers from Rao regarding a certain, former empire that really bring Nell close to cracking and having to go full princess mode on the peasantry that is Rao, but she manages to hold herself back with the help of Serra and Cassiel holding her whenever they could tell she was close to losing it.
Though, Fenrir has to admit that he is a bit disappointed. He really wanted to see Nell unleash on Rao and properly educate him.
Oh well.
”By the way, if any of you want some clothes from here, they'll custom tailor you some,” Eva tells the girls. ”They've offered to do it for me a few times before, but these clothes aren't really my style.”
”I like baggy clothes,” Serra says.
”They'd be too baggy with how big they already are,” Cassiel says. ”One of these shirts would be like a long dress on you.”
”I don't see a problem.”
”Of course you don't.”
”You would look even more ridiculous than you do when you wear Fen's shirts in real life.”
”Says the one who always sniffs his clothes when she wears them.”
”I – I don't sniff his clothes! Don't make it sound weird. I just – I just like how they smell…”
”Cass Cass has a scent fetish.”
”I-is it really that weird if I like how my boyfriend smells?”
”Do you like how the rest of us smell?”
”Well – well yeah, of co-course I do.”
”Scent fetish.”
”Now, now, Serra, do not tease her too much,” Nell says. ”Though, I must admit that the thought of being smelled when I may not smell proper is both exciting and most humiliating.”
”You probably think it's exciting because it's humiliating,” Cassiel says, still blushing from being teased.
”Of course! Why else would I find it exciting?”
”You're all really open, aren't you?” Eva asks.
Serra is the only one who doesn't react at all to realizing that they were talking about their fetishes around the new girl. After all, Serra has already grown used to Eva and likes her, so that means that Eva can be included in all conversation topics regardless of how lewd they may or may not be.
Though, the amount of time it takes for Serra to grow used to new people has decreased by no insignificant amount since the beginning of her dating Fenrir and Cassiel. There was once a time when she would take days to weeks getting used to new people, and now her social anxiety goes away after just a few hours.
Her power level, that was already too high to begin with, has reached even higher heights.
”By the way,” Fenrir says, ”what are those for?”
He points at two poles on each end of the village. Each pole reaches high above most of the buildings and even almost reaches the tallest tower there. However, each one is thin and has a hoop sticking up from the top.
”Oh, that's the game they play around here,” Eva explains. ”You have to fly around and keep a ball in the air, and you're not allowed to hold it, and you have to somehow get it through the opposing hoop. I usually use my tail or feet to kick it in.”
”I'm guessing it's something you can only really play if you have wings or some other way to fly,” Fenrir says.
”Yeah, but it's exciting to watch. I'll see if anybody wants to play a match to show you what I mean after we're done helping them out.”
”Do you usually win or lose?”
”Half and half. I'm faster and more agile than most of the dragons here, but they're stronger, stubborn, and have better aim than me. I usually have to get really close to hit the ball through the hoop, but they can easily score from like half the area away.”
”That does sound pretty fun.”
”It sounds incredibly entertaining,” Nell says. ”I would love to watch a game of it sometime.”
”Hey, you've got wings, so you could always join in on the fun.”
”Ah… I – I do not believe that I would be any good at such a thing. I have never participated in any sports before, and I would not want to produce a boring display nor hold anybody back.”
”We can do two-versus-two,” Eva suggests. ”I wouldn't mind playing with a newbie.”
”Thank you for offering, but—”
”It's like football, isn't it? Just, it's like football in the sky,” Fenrir says. ”You should go for it. You look like you really want to, anyways.”
”I… would be lying if I said that I was not interested in such a thing, but – my hero, you know my circumstances. I have no experience with such things. As much as I may be into humiliation… I do not know if I could bring myself to foolishly fumble about in front of an audience for a sporting reason.”
”As opposed to?”
”As opposed to an exhibitionist reason.”
”Of course. Anyways, it's not like you had experience with anything else you've been doing. You didn't have experience with walking. You didn't have experience with fighting. You didn't have experience with flying and swimming. But, you can do all of that now, so I know that you could play some game of sky soc—football if you really tried your best.”
”I suppose that is true, but – well, I will have to think about it. I do genuinely appreciate the offer though, Eva, so thank you for it.”
”It's no big deal,” Eva says. ”I kept on accidentally getting hit in the face when I first tried it and had no idea how to dribble it right, so I really sucked, but everybody around here is friendly. They're more happy to have new people to play with than having tough competition or anything like that.”
”See? You'd have fun and nobody would be judging you for it,” Fenrir says.
”We will see,” Nell says.
In the distance, Eva notices GG waving at them.
”GG is ready for you,” Eva tells Serra.
As they discussed earlier while planning, GG was to go and perform some maintenance on the gun to make sure that it was still working before coming to get Serra to show her how to operate it.
”I'll come with you,” Cassiel says.
”I think I shall as well! I must admit that I am very interested in how such a creation works within this world,” Nell says.
”Good luck. I think I'm going to look around for a bit more,” Fenrir says. ”Make sure you pay attention. You've got this.”
Serra forces herself to give him a confident nod.
”Just think about something perverted if you get nervous,” he says.
”Can I do anything I want to you if I don't mess up?” Serra asks.
Fenrir takes a step back and gulps. He knows just how dangerous agreeing to her latest request could be. There is no telling what Serra means when she says anything other than the fact that it is probably – no, certainly going to be sexual. As for what sort of sexual, though, there is no telling. It could be anything from wanting to drip candle wax onto him to denying him for hours to making him crawl around to – wait, how long has he been picturing her as a dominatrix for? Besides, while he is sure that she would enjoy all of that, she never has actually done any of those things.
It should be fine. Probably.
”Deal,” Fenrir agrees. ”You can do anything you want to me if you don't mess up.”
”Good luck,” Cassiel tells him.
”My goodness, my hero. I did not know you were such a masochist,” Nell says.
Now, when Fenrir looks at her, he can tell that she is no longer forcing herself to be confident. Instead, she is full of determination.
At least now he knows how to inspire her whenever she is nervous about anything. All he has to do is promise away his safety and whatever purity he has left. Now, he just needs to figure out a way to inspire Nell to the same degree so that he can get her to have fun playing that sport of this village.
What could he promise her? To never say the word ”soccer” again? Though, he has already told her that he wouldn't. What about flying a flag of her home country? Or what about telling her that the world would be better off if her country still had its empire? Maybe buying a couple of corgis would help?
No.
There is something that he knows could inspire her as much as he has inspired Serra.
But would it really be worth the cost?
Fenrir gulps and prepares himself.
He saw how excited Nell looked when Eva was explaining the sport here to her. He knows that she wants to play it. She has to. Part of the reason why she plays this game in the first place is so that she can experience new things such as walking and swimming, even flying, so there is no way that she would not want to try out a sky version of her favorite sport.
Inspiring her to be confident about trying out a sport for the first time is more important than whatever purity Serra will leave of his.
”Hey, Nell, if you try the game out then I'll roleplay whatever fantasy you want to,” Fenrir says, sealing his purity's fate.
Then again, it's not like he wouldn't do anything that either of them wants in the first place. It's just that now they're going to be actively thinking about what they can get away with using him. Now, they know that he'll do anything they want.
”You are desperate to make me participate in that game, my hero, but thank you for that. I will try my best to summon the courage to do so, alright?” Nell replies.
”I'm just desperate to see you have fun doing what you want to do,” Fenrir says, proud of himself for that one.
”Please, my hero, save my heart from fluttering for when we may do something about it.”
”No promises. Anyways, go on. Probably shouldn't keep GG waiting for much longer.”
”Right!”
And so, the other girls head over to where GG is. Well, Cassiel is supposed to be going with them, but she's still standing around looking at Fenrir.
”Where's my promise?” Cassiel asks.
”Is there something that you need bribed into doing?” Fenrir asks.
”We-well, no, but…”
”What if I bribe you into somehow getting dog ears and a dog tail?”
”What if I never wear a sweater again?”
Fenrir takes yet another step back. What she just threatened has hurt him more than any insult she has ever given him.
”Alright, alright. What if I uh… promise to… continue loving you?” he proposes.
Cassiel turns slightly red and looks away. ”Good enough. You better keep it,” she says.