The True Endgame 144 Vol. 3 Pt. 14 Patch 3.0: Apartment Life With Four Girls

Also in the end, Serra didn't buy it.

That is why Ryouta now finds himself having to strip in front of Serra. He tries telling her to turn around or at least to look away, acting more like an embarra.s.sed schoolgirl than the confident and dominant Fenrir, but Serra refuses.

She wants to watch and the more embarra.s.sed he behaves, the more amused she is.

With a defeated sigh, Ryouta lifts up his s.h.i.+rt as the tub fills with warm water but hesitates to pull down his pants. When he looks back at her, she signs that she has no idea how to whistle but to imagine that she is.

Ryouta starts believing that Serra is the reincarnation of a perverted, old man. If she is this bad now, then he has no idea how far her perversion will go when she reaches the old age of not giving a f.u.c.k.

He waits until the tub is done filling up before turning away from her, pulling down his pants and boxers in one, and then he tries to get into the tub before she sees too much of his bare figure. Of course, he's too late and ends up getting his rear pinched by her.

Serra gets to see an embarra.s.sed and fl.u.s.tered expression from Ryouta on par with none other than Ca.s.sandra's expressions. Teasing him is just too much fun.

Already as embarra.s.sed as he can possibly get, Ryouta steps into the warm water filling the bathtub and sinks down into it until only his shoulders are left above. He just wants to hide from her at this point. Being s.e.xual in reality, even if Fantasy Tales Online is every bit as realistic as real life, just feels far more intimate and embarra.s.sing. There's also the fact that he just isn't confident nor comfortable within his real skin as he is when he's playing as Fenrir. Fenrir is everything that Ryouta wishes he could be. Bringing Fenrir out of the game and embracing the confidence that he has over the internet feels like an impossible task for him. Well, maybe when sober. This would probably be way easier if he had some bourbon in him.

Alas, there is no bourbon. There is, however, Serra.

Wasting no time removing that s.h.i.+rt of his that is baggy and oversized on her, she sets it down on the floor and reminds Ryouta that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s which are just as pet.i.te as the rest of her body are exposed for his eyes to not resist looking at.

Whether he's in-game standing at over six feet tall or in real life and almost a foot shorter than Fenrir is, Serra's body is just so short and thin that he wants to pick her up and position her however he wants. He's sure that he could pick her up in real life even if he's not nearly as strong as he is in-game.

Then she slips her fingers into the waistband of her pants to pull them and her panties along with them down.

Now, Ryouta gets reminded that Serra has hips beyond perfection. She may be pet.i.te with small b.r.e.a.s.t.s, but her hips are the widest of all the girls relative to the size of her body. It is those hips which stick out farther than her shoulders do that reminds him she isn't just a pet.i.te girl, but an adult woman.

Ryouta's eyes start going toward her crotch before he turns his head to look away. His heart is still racing and he doesn't even realize that he's already gotten fully erect beneath the water.

He only notices it after Serra steps into the bath and positions herself between his legs, his erect tool pressing up against the small of her back.

He was already more than nervous about her seeing his real body in the nude, but now he has to worry about his d.i.c.k as well. Fenrir's c.o.c.k is a good three inches longer and a bit thicker than Ryouta's. So, even though Ryouta knows that he's on the upper end of average in real life, he also knows that his girlfriends are probably already used to him being much larger.

But that doesn't stop Serra.

Her small hand reaches behind her back to curl her soft fingers around his tool just as lovingly as she's ever touched him in-game.

His nervousness is quickly replaced by arousal as Serra gently slides her fingers up and down the length of his member.

This feels even better than it did in-game. Even if the game can boost the pleasure that its players feel through skills and s.e.xual experience, it just can't compare to knowing that this is Serra's real body that is pleasuring his real c.o.c.k.

Ryouta scoots farther back in the tub so that Serra has more s.p.a.ce. He was practically lying in it before, but now that they're both in there, he wants to sit more properly so that she can sit as well.

Serra slides back and stops when Ryouta's c.o.c.k is directly underneath her virgin hole. They only ever had s.e.x in-game, so they are each still virgin with their real bodies.

The thought of taking Serra's virginity and losing his own right now excites both Ryouta's heart and c.o.c.k. He gets even more excited when she holds his tool and rubs its tip between her lower lips.

Then she scoots just a bit farther back and sits down on him. While she may not have allowed him entry into her quite yet, she has positioned herself so that his c.o.c.k is hugged between her soft thighs and pressing up against her l.a.b.i.a.

There may have been minor bondage and teasing with feet earlier, but Serra is the one to actually a.s.sert her will and get what she wants.

Ryouta is not going to complain about that.
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Serra lets the tips of her fingers tease along the underside of his c.o.c.k, rubbing and tracing against the tool as it throbs between her thighs.

Then she begins slowly rubbing her thighs up and down his c.o.c.k. At the same time, she turns halfway around and grabs Ryouta by his hair.

He looks at her with wide eyes when she so dominantly grabs him by his hair and pulls him closer, and then those same eyes shut from a combination of pain and pleasure when she latches onto his neck and sucks.

The spot that she is biting and sucking on grows increasingly painful until she finally releases his skin. He's sure that there is going to be a b.l.o.o.d.y and bruised mark left from that, but he isn't going to complain about that, either.

"What – what's gotten into you?" he asks her while she's still looking at him.

She signs that she's just been really h.o.r.n.y before turning back around and returning all of her attention to his c.o.c.k.

With his c.o.c.k between her thighs that are getting rubbed up and down around it, she places the palm of one hand down against the tip of his c.o.c.k to rub in a circular motion while her other hand uses only a couple of its fingers to rub directly underneath its crown.

Being pleasured by her thighs, her palm, and now a couple of her fingers is all amazing. Even the pain stinging the fresh wound on his neck adds to his overall pleasure, and he is pretty sure that she just gave him a new fetish for being bitten.

All these sources of pleasure combined quickly bring him to an o.r.g.a.s.m. While they are supposed to be bathing, Ryouta instead shoots his c.u.m up against Serra's palm and dirties the water with his seed.

Ryouta reaches his hands around her, each one grabbing her modest b.r.e.a.s.t.s and holding onto them for the duration of his amazing, albeit short, o.r.g.a.s.m.

A soft moan escapes her lips from feeling her b.r.e.a.s.t.s so roughly squeezed. They are just the perfect size to fit inside of his hands and to get completely covered up by them. As for her own hands, she cups them together when she feels that his c.o.c.k has stopped throbbing, lifts them out of the water and over a cup sitting on the tub's ledge, and then opens them up to drop the water into the cup.

Ryouta looks at where his limpening c.o.c.k is between her thighs and fails to see any c.u.m in the water. He then picks up the cup to look into it and, surely enough, Serra somehow managed to scoop up all of his c.u.m from the water and get it into that cup.

Now they won't need fresh water to actually bathe in, but that leaves Ryouta with the question of just how much of this was planned because he doesn't remember ever placing a cup there.

She turns her head and looks at him with her usual smile of smug satisfaction.

…

"That was a long bath, my hero!" Alice says as Ryouta walks back into the living room.

"ah, yeah, they're not usually that long," Ryouta answers.

Ca.s.sandra and Aiko, whom have been fighting on his couch for the whole time, look up at him and immediately notice the ma.s.sive hickey on his neck. They change from being angry at each other to angry at him and jealous of whomever left that on him, and that is when Serra walks out from behind him with that smug smile still resting on her face.

Serra may be Aiko's friend and Ca.s.sandra's girlfriend, but both Aiko and Ca.s.sandra feel that they may need to form a temporary truce to combat the true threat. While they wasted time on each other, Serra did what – who they both want to.