324 Vol. 6 pt. 10 (2/2)
”Who's a good girl?”
Her tail wags even faster.
”Why are you so quiet, Pupaya? Aren't you a good girl?”
”I – I—”
Defeat is near the Saya.
But she will not give in just yet.
”I!”
Saya shuts her eyes and closes the distance between their faces. And now… she licks hi.
Her eyes open when she realizes what she just did.
Instead of kiss him like she was supposed to – like she had planned and like any normal person would in the situation… she was in Pupaya mode and licked him just like a dog would.
On the lips.
With ears sticking straight up and a face burning red from embarrassment, Pupaya simply cannot say nor do anything else other than stare down at Ryouta with dizzy eyes.
As for Ryouta, he was just licked like a dog by an older women imouto-aunt dog girl. On the lips. Whatever the appropriate reaction is to this situation, he has no idea what it is. All he knows is that he liked it and that he never expected something like this to happen when coming to spend time with Saya.
”Pupaya, switch back to your usual self,” Ryouta says.
There is no hesitation from Saya. She returns to her normal size and appearance with just as much embarrassment as before.
And that embarrassment only grows when he leans up to kiss her on the lips.
”There. You licked me and I kissed you. Now we're even,” he says, not really sure what he's trying to make even.
”A-ah – you – you—”
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”Who's a good girl?”
Saya gives up.
All she can do at this point in let her head fall down to hide against his shoulder and mumble, ”I am…”
As embarrassed as she may be, her tail is still wildly wagging from side to side behind her.
”You're too fun to tease, Pupaya,” Ryouta says.
”Hm-hmph. I'll bite you,” she threatened, poking her teeth against his neck.
”Please do.”
And so, she does. Though, she only bites in a very light and playful manner.
”Good girl,” he praises her.
”Stop praising me for everything! It's embarrassing, you baka onii-wan.”
”I'm not a rascal anymore?”
”No. I'm never calling you that again.”
”Dang. Will I ever get to see aunt Pupaya again?”
”No.”
”What about big sister Pupaya?”
”Nope.”
”Milf Pupaya?”
”No! I couldn't even be one because I'm a not a mom!”
”We can change that.”
”Wha-what?! I – it – it doesn't work that – I mean, it's possible in here – but—”
”I'm teasing you. Relax, Pupaya.”
”You don't joke about those things! There are things that you don't joke about, and that's one of them! You never ever ever ever joke about that! If you ever joke about that to your girlfriends then they're going to kill you and I'll help them!”
”Wait, if you're getting this upset…”
”Exactly! It means you'd get this upset if somebody joked to you about it! W-well, maybe not this upset, but you wouldn't like it!”
”Wait part two. You said it's possible in here. What if… couldn't we practice?”
”You get enough practice with your girlfriends in-game!”
”I don't mean that kind of practice. I mean like – practice… having a kid. Not making a kid, but actually having one. Would it be possible to… practice holding a baby or something here?”
”O-oh. You mean like that.”
”You knew that I meant it like that.”
”It's more fun to overreact to everything and misinterpret what you mean.”
”It's less fun when you blatantly admit to acting it up.”
”Anyways, yeah. Anything is possible in here, basically. As long as you're in this lobby with me, I can make whatever you want happen in it.”
Just like that, the two returned to the usual café setting, sitting across from one another at the same table as always.
”If I can make it look like there are other people walking around, I can make a baby pop up. Should I?”
”I uh, I don't know. Probably not. I mean, what if I drop it?”
”It's fake. You can throw it out the window and nothing bad is going to happen… other than realizing that you are a horrible person who should never be a father.”
”Why did you have to implant the thought of throwing a baby out of a window into my head? You know how horrible people can be when we know that something is just a game with no consequences. Don't you have access to the memories of my childhood where I played games involving clubbing baby seals?”
”That means you're a horrible person who should never own a baby seal.”
”I'd never actually club a baby seal.”
”Are you sure about that, onii-wan?”
Suddenly, a baby seal appeared on the table alongside a wooden club.
”This… this isn't right,” Ryouta says, looking between the two items.
If the baby seal looked realistic, he would never even begin to consider clubbing it, but… Saya made the seal look just like the poorly animated seal from his childhood.
”What's wrong, onii-wan? Are you going to club it? You would never club a cute, baby seal, right?”
The seal turns to look at him with large, sparkling eyes.
The desire to club the seal only grows stronger.
Ryouta reaches out for the club before grabbing his hand to pull it away. ”This is entrapment.”
”This is a character test. Will you club the baby seal, or will you not?”
”I won't. I absolutely won't.”
”What if,” she pauses to poke it, causing a small amount of confetti to pop out from where she poked, ”it explodes into confetti when you club it?”
Ryouta has no idea that he is holding the club until it is already in his hand. He drops it to the floor when he realizes it and takes a couple of steps back.
The dark temptation is powerful and growing stronger.
”What if,” Saya pauses again, this time changing scenary from the café to a golf-like course where snow has replaced grass and there are several items scattered around in front of them. Some of the items are springs for the seal to bounce on. Some are hoops to be hit through. Some are floating jetpacks to send the seal flying even farther. ”I wonder how far you could hit it.”
”Since when do you have this much control over the lobby? It's like you could set up an entirely different game inside of here if you wanted to.”
”I technically could.”
”Are you even allowed to be doing this?”
”I am. We're allowed to do whatever we want. It's sort of like… compensation for when you die and have to wait a day to respawn!”
”That makes sense.”
What does not make sense is the fact that the club is back in his hands without any memories of ever picking it up.
His fingers refuse to drop it this time.
”Pupaya, think about what you're doing.”
”Shouldn't you be the one thinking about that, onii-wan? You're the one looking down at the cute, innocent baby seal while holding that scary club in your hand.”
What would his girlfriends think?
What would his parents, wherever they may be if there is an afterlife, think?
What would his friends think?
”I – I won't. I won't do it. I can resist this. I'm better than this,” Ryouta says, using his free hand to pry his fingers off of the club.
But there is a problem.
As soon as his other hand touches the club, he finds himself holding onto it with both hands and taking on the stance of a baseball batter.
”I could pitch the baby seal to you if you want me to,” Saya offers.
”I don't want you to pitch anything to me!”
He may have said that, but he is the one who has subconsciously stepped onto a batter's plate and is the process of taking some practice swings.
”I'm almost starting to feel guilty about this,” Saya says. ”This really is starting to feel like entrapment.”
”It is entrapment! That's why it doesn't count if you throw it for me!”
Saya narrows her eyes at him.
He narrows his eyes at the baby seal.
Saya stretches out her throwing arm for a few seconds before tossing the seal as fast as she can at him!
The seal, not knowing what is about to happen to it, only enjoys the feeling of flying so fast with sparkling eyes.
Ryouta swings the club and hits a home run! All of that experience from playing the game as a child is more than valid still.
And so, a cloud of confetti bursts into the air as the seal goes flying in the opposite direction. It soars through the air like a cannon ball before finally hitting the ground, bouncing, hitting the ground, bouncing, and then sliding across the ground… right into a trampoline! The trampoline bounces the baby seal up into a cluster of rockets, sending it flying through the air even faster than before! Then it hits a bomb, creating another explosion of confetti as it speeds up! Then it bounces off of another trampoline! And then—
It apparently has no interest in ever stopping its flight through the air to lands unknown. Unharmed and having more fun than it has ever had in its oh-so-short existence, the baby seal continues its explosive journey as it zooms past the distance-indicating markers along the ground.
And then.
It finally stops.
The seal comes to a grinding stop in the snow right before a trampoline after having traveled over six thousand meters!
”I think that's a new record,” Ryouta says.
The baby seal teleports back next to Saya, looking ready for the next journey.
”Look at how happy it is. This means that I'm a good person for hitting it,” he claims.
”You're still a horrible person for hitting a baby seal with a club,” Saya says.
”If I can beat my record then it means I'm not horrible.”
”What kind of logic is that, onii-wan?”
”The only kind that matters. Come on, me and the seal are waiting.”
Saya sighs, realizing that her plan has backfired, and pitches the baby seal.
After far too many attempts at trying to break his record, Ryouta has not managed to get the seal to fly even a third of the distance as it did in its first flight. Fortunately, the seal still enjoys every single time that it is sent through the air.
Though, eventually, they do get tired of this game and decide to return to the café.
Saya even prepares a bucket of ice for the baby seal to rest in next to the table. By sending the creature flying through the air so much, they kind of grew attached to it.
One could argue that it is an example of a Stockholm syndrome relationship, but which party is being manipulated?
”Well, onii-wan, now that we know you would still club a baby seal, that means no spawning a baby for you,” Saya says, sipping her iced coffee through a straw.
”How am I going to make sure I can hold a baby without accidentally dropping it then? How am I ever going to be ready for kids?” Ryouta genuinely asks.
Saya sighs and snaps her fingers.
Appearing on the table before him is a baby-sized watermelon… covered in lube.
”Just hold that, walk around a bit, and you'll be fine. Probably,” Saya says.
Ryouta nods. ”This isn't a bad idea. I can do this.”
And so, he picks up the watermelon, stands up, and immediately drops the watermelon on the floor. It breaks open and splashes onto their new pet, and the baby seal does not waste any time in eating the remains of Ryouta's false child.
All Ryouta can do is look down at the sight before him with the dead eyes of a thoroughly defeated man.
”I'm never going to be able to have kids,” he says. ”My girlfriends are going to leave me for a man who can actually hold a baby without killing it. Nobody wants to have kids with a man who kills a baby and then lets a baby seal eat it.”
”I – I think you're taking this a bit too seriously, onii-wan.'
Being able to feel everything that he does, Saya can tell just how honest Ryouta is being. She can tell that he genuinely feels like he could never be a father just because he dropped a watermelon.
So, she sighs and spawns another watermelon with only half the lube of the previous watermelon. ”Let's try again. I believe in you, onii-wan. Ganbatte.”
Hearing his treasured imouto cheer him on in weeb is enough to inspire him to try again!
”Alright! I'm not going to kill my second child!” Ryouta declares right before slipping on a piece of lubed watermelon on the floor, resulting in tripping and crashing his head down into the new watermelon.
His head is enough to crush the watermelon open.
”I know what you're thinking, onii-wan. I'm not spawning rope for you.”
”That's probably good. I would just kill the rope, too.”
”I – I don't think that's how it works. You really are worried about this whole baby thing, aren't you?”
Ryouta stops the dramatics to nod his head and look away. ”Yeah. It scares me. I want it, but… the thought of actually being a dad scares me to the point where I can't even have real sex with them. I'm paranoid about accidentally getting them pregnant without being ready.”
”Sorry, onii-wan, but I don't know if there's anything that I can do to help. I wish I could.”
”Thanks, Saya. Just knowing that there's somebody who understands how I'm feeling is enough for me.”
”Why don't you talk to them about it?”
”I don't know. I guess I'm afraid of what they'll think.”
”You know that they're going to be like super understanding no matter what, right? There's no way that they're going to think anything bad about it.”
”I know.”
”Then why are you afraid?”
”Because I'm a coward and the human brain is stupid. Even if I know they wouldn't, I still imagine them thinking I might not be a good father to their kids if I tell them about my fears.”
”The human brain really is stupid.”
”It is. Can you replace mine with a robot brain or something?”
”I don't think the technology is there yet.”
”Disappointing. Anyways, I guess I should go see whoever was checking on me earlier. Azawaza shouldn't be too much longer either.”
”You should talk to her about it. She works with kids for a living, so she's probably the best one to help you.”
”Maybe, but I wouldn't want to ruin the date I have planned.”
”I bet she'd like it.”
”I don't know. We'll see.”