317 Vol. 6 pt. 3 (1/2)
”Come on, having trouble?” Fenrir teases, standing behind Serra with his hands down on her shoulders.
Ideally, he would have his hands on her hips and be swaying her by using those, but she's too short for him to do that without hunching over and looking silly.
The height difference between their avatars is too much.
But at least her shoulders are still easily within his reach.
Of course, Serra gets her revenge.
He might be messing with her by moving her around by her shoulders, but that means that he's close behind her. That means that she can lean back to rub her back against his crotch.
Ideally, she would be rubbing her rear against his crotch, but he's too tall for her to do that.
The height difference between their avatars is too much.
But at least his crotch is still easily within her reach.
The whole point is that Fenrir is trying to distract Serra from steering The Shoebill since she's the one behind the wheel right now, but she ends up distracting him from distracting her.
”Come on,” Serra teases right back at him.
”On where?” Fenrir asks.
”Everywhere.”
”Everywhere?”
”All over.”
”You'd look hot like that.”
”I know.”
”So confident.”
”It makes everything better.”
”It makes everything look better, but only until it dries.”
”And taste better.”
”I don't know about that. What if it was added to food? Actually, I saw a pretty messed up video on the internet before of somebody frying it in a skillet.”
”What happened to it?”
”It got turned into an omelet. It… I mean, it had the shape of an omelet, but that's it. It was pretty gross.”
”I wonder how it tasted.”
”They fed it to the porn actress and she did not look pleased with it.”
”Hmm.”
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”Please don't tell me you want to try it.”
”I don't. I like cum but not that much.”
”Thank you. I was starting to worry that you'd want to try and cook something using cum.”
”That's Nell Nell territory.”
”I don't think Nell would like that either. If anything…”
”Eva.”
”Yeah. She'll try anything, so…”
”But would she really?”
”Let's – let's not give her the idea. I'm honestly worried that she might actually try it.”
”Embrace it. It's inevitable.”
”There is nothing inevitable about performing food experiments with a man's holy liquid.”
”Why the dramatic name?”
”I don't know. It just sort of happened.”
”Just like surprise butt sex.”
”That's called **** and I'm pretty sure that joke died before we were even born.”
”It's not **** if it's consensual surprising.”
”How can surprising be consensual? Wouldn't having consent to surprise make it no longer a surprise?”
”But everything is consensual if you add the word consensual before it.”
”I'm not sure it works that way.”
”Consensual nonconsent.”
”Well… the first thing that comes to mind is roleplay with consenting parties.”
”Consensual prison time.”
”That makes me think of somebody who pled guilty and knew that they belonged in jail. You might be onto something here.”
”Consensual murder.”
”Duels between agreed parties used to be a thing, so…”
”Consensual surprising.”
”Nope. Still don't see it. The moment you get somebody's consent to surprise them, they'll know that there's going to be a surprise, so it's no longer a surprise. If they forget about the surprise then that's basically the same as revoking consent since they can't consent to something they don't know about.”
”But then a lot of fun stuff is nonconsensual. Like sleep stuff. I want you to do lewd things to me in my sleep. I'll consent before and after.”
”I mean, that's as good as it gets when it comes down to that, but… still probably a moral issue that would cause a bunch of controversies.”
”Consensual controversy.”
”That sounds like a band name.”
”It does. I love it now.”
”Serra, lead guitarist of Consensual Controversy.”
”Fenny, lead singer of Consensual Controversy.”
”Me? A singer? No way. Make Cass the singer since she'd be adorable blushing and trying to sing in front of a crowd. I'll do drums or something.”
”I want drums.”
”Fine. You can have drums and I'll have the guitar. Cass will sing.”
”Deal.”
”But what about the others?” Fenrir asks while peeking out over the open water.
Their destination is within sight now.
They're almost back to the others.
”Nell Nell on bass,” Serra answers.
”Nell on the bass… I don't know about that. I think she'd be better off as another singer.”
”Violin and vocals.”
”That works perfectly. Aza?”
”Keyboard.”
”Why the keyboard?”
”Lots of dramatic loud sounds. She could have an electric keyboard with explosion sound effects.”
”Olly?”
”Harp.”
”Olly? The harp? What kind of band is this?”
”The fun kind. Cor on saxophone.”
”You're just being silly at this point.”
”It works. Imagine it.”
Just as Serra requested, Fenrir tries his best to imagine Corwin playing the saxophone.
Corwin, with a seductive mustache, opened vest, hairy chest, holding a golden saxophone that he's passionately playing…
”Not. Can't see it. Maybe Bone, but he's the band member who left to go do his own thing. Like… being a solo sax player.”
”What if he's doing that?”
”No. He'd never play an instrument. Any instrument. Well, if you call guns instruments then he'd play those.”
”We could give Aza guns instead of a keyboard.”
”She would probably like that more.”
”Machine guns and rocket launchers.”
”I think those would actually be less impressive than what she's already capable of.”
”Magical instrument. Olly can do that instead of the harp. Cor can have the harp.”
”That makes more sense.”
”Eva on the marble machine.”
”Is that even a thing?”
”Yeah. I've seen it on the internet. I don't know what it sounds like but I saw people talking about it.”
”Well, it sounds crazy enough to actually meet Eva's standards. A musical marble instrument… remind me about that the next time we're at the computer so that I can look it up.”
”Okay.”
”Also, you know you could go into the loading lobby with your virtual assistant and watch videos from there, right?”
”I can?” Serra asks, turning her head to look up at him.
She has the eyes of a girl who just had a whole new world opened up to her.
”Yeah. Virtual assistants have access to your computer, so they can check your mail, stream your desktop, play music or watch videos – all of that.”
”Can I stream music while playing?”
”I think so. Try it out.”
Serra stares into space for a few seconds before looking up at him with a wide smile.
”What're you listening to?” Fenrir asks.
”Metal. The good classical stuff,” Serra answers.
”You're geared in black and white and listening to metal. You're such a goth.”
”Not goth, but goths are cool.”
”Is that what we'd look like with Consensual Controversy? Would we wear all black, have black, white, and red makeup covering our faces, and have crazy hair?”
”Heck yeah.”
”Come on. Metal drummers don't say 'heck yeah.' You've got to be more brutal about it.”
”Hell yeah.”
”More brutal.”
”Fu-fuck yeah…”
”That was, by far, the most adorable 'fuck yeah' that I've ever heard.”
”I'm not used to swearing…”
”But you've never had a problem swearing before.”
”But that's with sexual context.”
”So you can swear just fine when it comes to sexual topics, but you get all flustered swearing outside of those?”
Serra pulls her hat down to hide her face and nods.
The sheer adorable factor of Serra is too powerful for her boyfriend.
He simply cannot resist giving her affection when he sees her look so preciously cute.
That is why he leans over, wraps his arms around her chest, and begins to plant kisses all over the side of her head while taking breaks to whisper into her ear how cute she is.
The sweet actions turn Serra's cheeks a light shade of red even if this is beyond tame compared to what she likes to do and have done to her.
It is the fact that it is so sweet, soft, and tamer than usual that causes her to blush as much as she is.
In the same way that swearing in sexual contexts is easier than swearing in regular conversation, being sexual comes far more naturally to her than being treated like a delicate princess.
Though, she can't be content anymore with only receiving after hearing what he whispers into her ear.
”I love you, Serra Berra.”
Serra turns around within his grasp, grabs the sides of his head, and holds him in place so that she can plant a kiss directly on his lips.
”I love you more, Ryouta,” she whispers after her kiss.
She might have a flustered color to her cheeks, but her eyes and smile only express one thing: genuine happiness.
Genuine love.
”I love you more,” he teases.
Serra shakes her head and says once more, ”I love you more.”
”Nope. I love you more.”
”Nuh-uh. I love you more.”
”Alright. You love me more. Just kidding. I love you more.”
Serra pouts. ”I love you more than sex.”
”That's pretty amazing, but I still love you more. I love you more than I love the superiority of dogs over cats.”
”I love you more than you love sweaters.”
”You're making this even more difficult, but I love you more times five thousand.”
”I love you more times ninety-nine trillion.”
”That's a lot of love.”
”I know. You deserve it.”
”Then you deserve nine hundred and ninety-nine trillion more love.”
”What comes after trillion?”
”I have no idea. You'd have to ask Rao, Tabs, or Olly.”
”I love you more times infinity.”
”I love you more times infinity plus one.”
”Just let me win,” she says with an even larger pout.
”No you.”
”That meme died before we were even born.”
”Legends never die.”
”Don't change the subject. Let me win. I order you as your girlfriend.”
”You're ordering me? I thought that Nell was the only one with royal blood.”
”I don't need to be royalty to order you. I just need to be cute.”
”Is that so? Then you've got to do something seriously cute. I'll let you win if you impress me with the power of cute.”
”Okay,” she says and then stays perfectly still while staring into his eyes.
It takes Fenrir a few moments to realize what she's doing.
Serra is, in fact, existing.
She is so confident in her natural cuteness that she is sure simply existing will be enough to impress her boyfriend with the power of cute.
Both her existence and her confidence is enough to, in fact, impress Fenrir with the power of cute.