319 Vol. 6 pt. 5 (1/2)
Most of the tasks that Fenrir and his group have to complete in preparation for the battle are trivial, monotonous and tiring.
Or rather, they would be in reality.
But when in a game, even the dreadfully boring can become fun.
Similar to how the average person would not want to pick up and move to some small time to start a real farm, they love managing virtual farms and can spend many hours of their lives doing so.
There is also the fact that much less knowledge is needed in-game.
When it comes to construction, while having real world experience does help with it such as in Rao's and Tabitha's case, most things seem to just work somehow even with no prior knowledge nor experience.
And when they don't work, either Rao or Tabitha is there to fix things.
Now, with the daily work done, they can return to the real world and relax.
But not before somebody else makes sure to get attention.
”Fenny!” Oleander shouts, tackling Fenrir from behind and almost knocking him over.
Instead, Fenrir stops himself from falling but ends up spinning a bit which brings Oleander spinning with him as he has his arms wrapped around Fenrir's waist.
”I haven't seen you in like, hours! How dare you never come and say hi to me!” Oleander continues shouting.
”You're as needy as a yandere,” Fenrir says, trying to shake Oleander off of him but to no avail.
”Don't compare me to your weeb things.”
”Alright. I'll compare you to a furry since you're a wannabe deer.”
”You're opening the floodgates if you do that, mister 'Oh, look at me, I'm a cool and edgy wannabe wolf.' You must be a massive furry to have such a fluffy tail and ears.”
”You're right. Let's not go there.”
”That's what I thought! You know that there's no beating me. But there is spanking me.”
”No.”
”That's okay. I have my Cor for that anyways.”
”I thought you were the sadist?”
”Don't forget that we're both switches!”
”Are you talking about me and you or you and Corwin?”
”Me and you! But Corwin is, too. So, all three of us are switches.”
”That's a lot of switches.”
”You know, I bet your girlfriends would totally be okay with you joining me and Cor sometime. They'll probably just want to watch in exchange for lending you out!”
”I'm not for lending out.”
”You know it'd be fun. After all, who better to pleasure a man than a man? We know what drives us wild – we know exactly where to touch, how to touch, and—”
”Challenge accepted,” another voice says.
Serra says.
”Crap,” Oleander says. ”The one girl who could stand a chance against me…”
”Olly. Challenge accepted,” she repeats.
”Serra, you're supposed to work with me, not against me!”
”We'll have a duel to see who can pleasure him more.”
”Hmm. That does involve me getting to—”
”I don't consent to this,” Fenrir interrupts.
Both Oleander and Serra sigh.
”Fenny, you need to loosen up. Or let me loosen you up,” Oleander says.
Serra snerks while Fenrir finally pries Oleander off from around his waist.
”You two aren't allowed around each other. I can only handle one of you at a time,” Fenrir says.
They both stick their tongues out at him at the same time.
And now Oleander has noticed Serra's new look.
”Serra,” Oleander says, his hands on her shoulders.
”Yeah?” she asks.
”You look great! You could totally pass as like a dominatrix pirate!”
”I'm Dread Queen Pirate Serra now.”
”Wasn't it Dread Pirate Queen Serra?” Fenrir asks.
”Yeah. That.”
”Dread Pirate Queen Dominatrix Serra!” Oleander adds onto it.
”Fuck yeah.”
”Serra! Since when do you swear?”
”Since Fen told me that pirates have to swear to be intimidating.”
”Basically,” Fenrir says.
”Hmm. It doesn't match you. At all,” Oleander says. ”We need to find another way for you to be intimidating. You trying to swear is like that one video edit of the husky puppy saying 'fuck.' Actually… that puppy was still more intimidating than you.”
”Then how do I be intimidating?”
”With sex.”
”I like it.”
”Of course you do,” Fenrir interjects.
Oleander and Serra continue their conversation as if Fenrir isn't standing right next to them.
”By the way! What do you think of my new look?” Oleander asks, hopping back and leaning over to show off his head to Serra.
”Cute,” Serra says with a thumbs-up.
Sitting atop Oleander's head is a crown of freshly picked flowers.
”Hehe. My and Cor made crowns for each other!” Oleander explains.
”Is that what you were doing instead of working?” Fenrir asks.
”Cor looked so cute in his crown that I ended up playing with him until he passed out,” Oleander says.
”Where is he now?” Serra asks.
”In the flower field that I left him in.”
”You left him there?”
”Yeah, why not? There aren't any dangerous monsters around. Besides, he looked so cute sleeping in the middle of a bunch of flowers. I'll bring him back here and put him in bed before I wake, too.”
”You could sleep in the flowers with him.”
”I could. But it's just so romantic over by all those flowers that I can't trust myself not to play around even more instead of waking to do what I need to do.”
”You can't trust yourself anywhere with him.”
”You're not wrong! But you're the same with Fenny.”
”Yeah,” Serra says, nodding as she sneakily reaches a couple of fingers towards Fenrir's ass like an old man wanting to cope a feel.
Fenrir doesn't even try stopping her from doing it.
He just lets it happen.
Serra takes that as a sign that her hand can squeeze and grope much more than it already is.
Unfortunately for her, trying to take it that far results in her hand getting swatted away.
”So, Olly, we were talking about all meeting up at Nell's dad's place across the pond. You down for that? The entire group is invited, so you could bring Corwin, too,” Fenrir says.
”That sounds like a ton of fun! But… I don't think we'll be able to go. We're both really busy. I guess it depends on when it would happen?” Oleander answers.
”We're thinking soon after the battle or something like that. Think of it as a celebration meetup.”
”Ooh. Hmm. Yeah, sorry. We're too busy for that, probably. Cor's got his stuf and I've got finals coming up. You're already going to have to hope that the battle doesn't happen during one of my school days – or the entire week of finals, really. I'm going to be studying that entire time.”
”That sucks, but alright. Good luck with the finals stuff.”
”You have to wish me luck when it's time for them, silly Fenny.”
”You'll take my luck when I feel like giving it to you and you'll like it.”
”So fierce! Dominate me with your luck, daddy.”
Serra snerks and Fenrir sighs.
”There's nothing that you two couldn't pervert,” Fenrir says.
”Just imagine if I was straight – or bi, I guess. I'd totally steal Serra from you and then we'd just have a neverending fuckfest. It would be all sex all the time and we'd always fight each other for who gets what role. It'd be great!” Oleander says.
”Hearing that actually makes me kind of jealous. Thank you for being gay, Olly.”
”Anytime! My gay is always available whenever you need it.”
”Your gay? You make it sound like your sexuality is a commodity.”
”The most valuable commodity that there is!”
”How much money is your gay worth?”
”All of it.”
”Wow. That's a pretty expensive gay.”
”At this point I think you're just enjoying getting to refer to gay as a thing.”
”You're not wrong.”
”That's okay. It's kind of like how it's a ton of fun when people refer to us as 'the gay.' It just sounds so silly and cute.”
”It also just sounds better. 'The gay' sounds better than 'the homosexuals.' And the other option is just no.”
”Ah, the good old Bone option.”
”He had no problem calling you that himself, but if anybody else called you it, they were dead. You two always had a pretty complicated relationship.”
”Could you imagine how he would have acted around Nyaiko?”
”Don't… don't make me think of that.”
”He was always kind of protective of you, too. He would have lost it at her trying to cling to you as much as she was!”
”Really?” Serra asks.
”Yup! Bone was fine with you and Cass Cass since he got to know and fight with you both. Plus neither of you acted… well, crazy. Bone really doesn't like anybody who acts crazy. Probably because his wife is enough crazy for him. When anybody else tried acting crazy around us, he put them in their place.”
”Seeing them fight would have been interesting,” Fenrir says.
”Bone would have destroyed her though.”
”I don't know about that. Nyaiko killed those other players right after starting the game. I don't mean to call her crazy myself or anything, but she was definitely unpredictable and dangerous. Bone did good in traditional fights but always struggle with the unpredictable types. Nyaiko would have been unpredictable.”
”I guess. Even if she didn't have as much experience as him, that's dangerous in its own way. What's that one saying? Like… something like how one of the most dangerous opponents a swordsman can fight isn't somebody else who has trained to fight with a sword, but somebody who has never been trained? Something like that?”
”Yeah, I've heard something like that. Basically, if you're trained and fighting somebody else who has trained, they're more predictable than somebody with no training. You can't estimate their movements and reactions and all of that. They might do something completely out of left field.”
”Yeah! And Nyaiko was crazy and inexperienced.”
”No,” Serra says. ”She had experience.”
”What kind?”
”Knife fighting. She told me she took classes for it and other fighting stuff.”
”A-ah… I see. When you say other fighting stuff, do you mean like, karate?”
”Yeah. She took a bunch of different classes.”
”How many different fighting styles does she know?”
”I don't remember but I think at least seven.”
”Oh.”
”That makes a lot more sense now,” Fenrir says.
”She sent me a video once of her disarming her teacher and then holding a practice knife against his throat. She was really cool,” Serra says.
”That sounds both hot and terrifying,” Oleander says.
”Mostly terrifying,” Fenrir says.
”Mostly hot,” Serra says.
”I'm with Serra on this one. If she had a dick then I'd be so turned on right now,” Oleander says.
Him and Serra high-five one another while Fenrir shakes his head.
”You know, I've always kind of had a thing for the yandere types, but I've read some stories from people online about them. After what happened with Aiko… I looked up people with similar experiences and they usually ended way worse than my situation with Aiko did,” Fenrir says.
”She really wasn't that bad,” Oleander says. ”I think. I don't know, was she?”
”I don't know. I don't want to say anything bad about her either. All I can say is that she realized she was wrong and made the right choice, as useless as I felt.”
”You both did the right thing,” Serra says, giving a high-five to Fenrir's rear.
”My hands are right here if you want to give me a high-five.”
”I know.”