326 Vol. 6 pt. 12 (1/2)
Now that Eva has left, claiming that she has research to do, Fenrir may finally head above deck.
And he is immediately met by two unstoppable forces the moment his feet land on The Shoebill's deck. One of the forces slams directly into his thighs, headbutting him with a surface as hard as rock. The other force slams into his gut, almost stabbing him with its horns – or rather, his antlers.
Fenrir gets knocked backward onto the ground, banging the back of his head against the wooden deck with enough force that even those nearby on the dock can hear.
”Don't – don't you two think you're a bit extreme?” Fenrir asks, leaning up and rubbing the back of his head.
Oleander and Rock both look up at him at the same time with the same needy look in their eyes. Fenrir isn't sure whether it is Rock acting more like Oleander or Oleander acting more like Rock. Whatever the case is, he knows that they are both desperate for attention.
That is why Fenrir reaches up to pet them both on top of their heads, Rock between her ears and Oleander between his antlers. ”How'd you two even know I'm online?”
”We could tell the moment you logged on. Our Fenny-detection powers are that strong,” Oleander explains.
Rock barks.
”Then we decided to wait until Eva left so that we wouldn't interrupt you and your seductive waves.”
Rock nods.
”Then we raced to see who could reach you first. Rock has gotten fast for being made out of – well, rock.”
Rock licks Oleander's cheek.
”You two are like siblings,” Fenrir says.
Oleander grins and nuzzles the side of his face up against Rock's. ”We're the bestest of sisters!”
”I know I ask this at least twice a year, but are you sure you don't want me to refer to you as a girl?”
”You're always so considerate, Fenny, but I'm sure. I'm all man! I'm also all woman.”
”You're not making this any easier.”
”Shh.” Oleander holds a finger up in front of his lips while winking. ”Let a girl have her preferences.”
”But your preference is referring to yourself as a girl… while wanting others to refer to you as a guy?”
”Right!”
”I just don't understand.”
”You don't have to understand as long as you accept me no matter what.”
”Of course I'll do that.”
”Good boy!”
Fenrir's ears twitch against his will as his tail starts to wag underneath him – or rather, it tries to wag. Wagging is difficult when his tail is underneath his body while a rock dog and deer boy are on top of him. ”You – you don't have to say that.”
”But I want to! Hey, Fenny.”
”Y-yeah?”
”Who's…”
”Don't – don't do it.”
”A…”
”This is abuse!”
”Good…”
”Corwin! Your boyfriend is assaulting me!”
”Boy?”
Shivers run down Fenrir's spine as he finds himself thoroughly emasculated. Because of the race he chose for himself, those words – that question is extremely dangerous. It is such a simple question but it wields so much power over everybody with canid inspiration.
When Fenrir looks into Oleander's eyes, he does not see the innocent, playful eyes that he saw just moments ago. All he can see now are the eyes of a cruel sadist wanting to break the plaything in front of him.
And Fenrir is that plaything.
”What's wrong, Fenny?” Oleander asks, sliding farther up Fenrir's body until their chests are pressing against each other and Oleander's face is hanging over his. ”You didn't answer the question. Aren't you a good boy?”
”C-Corwin?” Fenrir asks, looking around for any sign of the one who could save him.
”Why are you asking for Cor? Don't you know that he's… spent right now? The poor thing is just so tired after all of the… fun that we had. I don't think that he's going to be coming anytime soon.”
Oleander may have a body inspired by a deer, and Fenrir may have a body inspired by a wolf, but right now their roles have been reversed. Oleander has become the predator and Fenrir the prey.
Fenrir knows that nothing would actually happen because of the previous times where something like this has happened with Oleander, but he tries to think of a way out of this so that Oleander cannot chalk it up as another victory over him.
And fortunately for Fenrir, he does know how he can win. ”Who's a good girl?” he asks, looking at Oleander.
”That won't work on me, Fenn—”
Rock pushes Oleander away, taking his spot on her master so that she can pant and bark and wait for praise to confirm that she is, in fact, a good girl.
”Rock! You betrayed me! I thought we were sisters!” Oleander whines and pouts.
”Sisterly love is not stronger then the love between master and pet,” Fenrir says, petting Rock between her ears. ”Good girl.”
”Kinky.”
”So, where is Corwin really?”
”Oh, I was being serious. We just got done,” Oleander thrusts a finger through a hole made with his opposite hand's fingers, ”having a ton of fun before you logged on. Nobody will find him, though. I left him in that field with the tall flowers.”
”You… you left him? Haven't you ever heard of aftercare? Or helping somebody to bed after that sort of thing?”
”He likes it, he likes it! Don't worry. Besides, I'll be ready for more by the time he recovers enough to move. If I leave him there than that saves us the trouble of having to find a spot away from everybody.”
”What if a random monster finds him and kills him?”
”I enchanted the plants around him to attack anybody who comes close.”
”You can do that now?”
”Yep! I can do a bunch of fun things with my plants. Like, I could do this,” Oleander points one of his hands down to the ground before slowly lifting it up with a curl as if beckoning something to come forth. And something does come forth. From the ground sprouts a twisted vine covered in thorns with an edgy tip as sharp as a blade coated in a purple liquid that Fenrir can only assume is poisonous. ”Or I could do this!” Oleander repeats the process. But, instead of summoning a weaponized vine out from the ground… he summons multiple vines that have very suspiciously shaped tips. Very phallic tips.
”You – you can do that?”
”I can make them other shapes, too. Want to learn? You could have all sorts of fun with your girlfriends if you learned how to do this. You'd get to enjoy them all at once, too. No more having to go one at a time,” Oleander teases.
Fenrir slowly gets onto his knees before placing his hands out in front of him on The Shoebill's deck… and then bows with his head almost touching the deck. ”Please teach me.”
”Wa-wait, you agreed to learning way too easily.”
”I need you to teach me, Olly. This might be the most important thing that you could ever do for me.”
”That's a bit of a stretch.”
”No, it isn't. I could make hentai reality.”
”Virtual reality.”
”Same thing.”
”F-Fenny, you might be taking this a bit too seriously. I have no idea how I could teach you. Besides, you're already like you are. What if it like, overwrites your current abilities?”
”I'll make a new character.”
”A new character dedicated to controlling plants?”
”I – I want to—”
”What's going on?” Azalabulia asks.
”I'm trying to convince Olly to teach me how to control tentacles so that I can—”
Fenrir looks up.
Oleander has disappeared alongside Rock. The only one on The Shoebill's deck with him now is Azalabulia.
”O-oh. He-hey, Azawaza.”
”What did you want Oleander to teach you to control tentacles for?”
”We-well, you see—”
”Ooh! You wish to control dark tendrils made of foul energies to corrupt those who stand before us, don't you?!”
”She's closer than she knows,” Saya chimes in.
”Ye-yeah. Something like that,” Fenrir answers. ”Maybe… a bit more on the lewd side of things.”
”I see! You wish to master control of dark tendrils from the abyss so that you may warp the minds of those they – they… wha-what do you plan – how do you – how do you… plan on warping their minds wi-with the more… l-lewd side of things?”
”She gets it now, onii-wan.”
”I – I was just joking… for the most part. I don't really care enough about that sort of thing to spend too much time learning it in-game. I mean, I would if it was quick, but—”
”La – La Azure Girl… w-was… I – I remember finding it… when I was too young to be looking at things like that, and…”
Fenrir blinks a few times.
He knows the series that she is talking about but has never seen it himself since hentai that old has never appealed to him because of the dated animation. But… Azalabulia apparently not only knows what it is, but might like it? It's possible that Azalabulia knows the classic tentacle hentai?
”I didn't know you were a fellow degenerate,” Fenrir teases.
”I – I'm… I – I just… I was curious, so… I watched it… and… th-then there was Bible Grey…”
Fenrir blinks a few times.
”It was when I was going through my goth phase… and… it lined up with… a lot of things…”
Fenrir blinks a few more times.
Not only has he discovered that Azalabulia has seen not one but two of the classic tentacle hentai series, but now he has discovered that she even went through a goth phase. Though, the goth phase part makes a lot of sense when he thinks about it.
And then he realizes it.
He realizes one of the ultimate perks of dating Azalabulia.
”Saya. Does… does this mean that I have a big tiddy goth gf?”
”Onii-wan, please get caught up with modern memes. You're not an old man.”
”But the memes from the early century were the best.”
”Don't be a meme hipster.”
”S-so,” Azalabulia continues, ”I – i-i-if you want to… ge-get taught something like that… maybe… m-maybe I'd… be o-okay with it…”
The temptation to learn how to control tentacles in this virtual world has reached an all-time high for Fenrir.
Alas, there is something more important that he must do for his girlfriend who can hardly even look in his direction right now.
”Aza,” he says, now standing in front of her with his hands on her own.
”Ye-yeah?”
”We've got a date to go on. Have you forgotten?”
It was almost Fenrir who forgot since he had no idea just how much time had passed and then was distracted by the whole tentacle revelation.
”R-right! I… I made a silly mistake,” Azalabulia says.
”Yeah?”
”I – umm, I might have… classes let early because of a system coming in, so… I came home and started picking out clothes and makeup, and then… I realized what I was doing.”
”So, you were getting ready in real life for a date in virtual reality?”
”Ye-yeah… ehehe…'
”You're silly, Azawaza.”
”I wanted to look special, but… this is the only outfit I have. Sorry…”
”Don't worry about it. You look as perfect as usual.”
”A-and… the same goes to you.”
Fenrir can't even remember the last time he heard Azalabulia genuinely compliment him, so it ends up flustering him more than a compliment normally would.
And then he notices something different about Azalabulia. She might be wearing the same outfit that she normally wears… but the top of it seems more open than usual. In other words…
”Cass Cass would love this,” Saya says.
Very little of Azalabulia's breasts tend to be on display despite their size, but there is plenty for Fenrir to look at right now.
And then it hits him.
Before they started dating, she tried subtly flirting with him by showing off her body.
Now, she has put more of her cleavage on display and is looking away while peeking at him through the corner of her eye every now and then to make sure that he's looking at her.
Azalabulia might not be too confident when it comes to being a girlfriend, flirting, and everything else like that, but she does know that the research she has done into seducing men is effective.
The only difference between her research and Eva's research is that Azalabulia has a powerful, seductive aura that she doesn't even realize that she has. Perhaps it is part of her charm from being an older woman, but she knows how to catch the eyes of a man a few years younger than herself. As for Eva, she lacks that sultry charm and tries way too hard.
However, Azalabulia cannot expect how Fenrir is feeling.
After being teased so much by Oleander – after having his deer of a friend strip away his sense of masculinity, Fenrir feels the need to reassert dominance. Seeing his beautiful girlfriend in front of him revealing her body to him in such a manner flips that switch in his mind that.
But no! He is supposed to take her out on a date! Not just assault her like a wild wolf would a sheep!