The True Endgame 326 Vol. 6 Pt. 12

And he is immediately met by two unstoppable forces the moment his feet land on The s...o...b..ll's deck. One of the forces slams directly into his thighs, headb.u.t.ting 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 a.s.saulting me!"

"Boy?"

s.h.i.+vers 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 s.a.d.i.s.t 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. n.o.body 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 a.s.sume 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 s...o...b..ll's deck… and then bows with his head almost touching the deck. "Please teach me."

"Wwait, 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 s...o...b..ll'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… whwhat 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 cla.s.sic 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 cla.s.sic 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 pa.s.sed 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… cla.s.ses 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."

"and… the same goes to you."

Fenrir can't even remember the last time he heard Azalabulia genuinely compliment him, so it ends up fl.u.s.tering 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…

"Ca.s.s Ca.s.s would love this," Saya says.

Very little of Azalabulia's b.r.e.a.s.t.s 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 rea.s.sert 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 a.s.sault her like a wild wolf would a sheep!

"Anyways," he coughs, "get comfortable. I'm going to take us out on the water."

"Are… you sure that it's safe?"

"Don't forget about our friend out there. She'll make sure to warn us if she's worried about anything happening."

Azalabulia nods and does as he said.

As for Fenrir, he looses The s...o...b..ll from her dock and uses Tabitha's engine, which has since been modified and improved to be better than ever before, to reverse The s...o...b..ll into the center of the river so that he can get her turned around and sailing out into the ocean.

And he takes his boat and his girlfriend out far enough that the coast isn't even visible anymore. The mountains beyond the coast remain visible, but nothing below them does.

Aside from the occasional bird flying overhead, the only other sign of life out on the water is a certain serpent's tail occasionally poking above the water every now and then to let Fenrir know that she is there with them.

He can't help but to compare her to a guard dog. A giant, very long, guard dog.

And now it is time for his date plan!

And now that he is thinking about his plan for a date that is both epic and romantic… he cringes.

Would it really be alright to just keep on doing the whole "chuuni roleplay battle then romance" thing? He knows that it is the most effective tactic to use with her, but he doesn't want her to get bored of that. He also wants to treat her like a normal girlfriend – he wants to be romantic to the girl behind Azalabulia, not just Azalabulia the character.

All of the chuuni roleplay that he had planned out has now been throw overboard just like his masculinity when Oleander was on top of him. Next to go overboard is a sigh.

"Are you alright?" Azalabulia asks, bringing out her concerned, teacherly tone.

"Hey, Aza."

"Yes?"

"How was work?"

"ah… work?"

"Yeah. Tell me about your day. I don't think I ask you about that enough, so I'm going to start asking every day."

Azalabulia looks away with a wide, closed-mouth smile. "Well… one of the boys I teach is Alex. He – why do you look so disappointed?"

"Oh, it's nothing. We just used to know an Alex in-game. Well, an Alexander."

"I take it that he wasn't a friend?"

"The complete opposite of one, but it's alright. We put him in his place in the end. So, what about this Alex you teach?"

"Ah, well, he has a crush on another of my students, Olivia. Unfortunately, it seems that he is the type of boy who picks on the girl he likes. I am always catching him pulling her hair, flicking things at her, poking her while she's focusing on work, and more. I have sent emails to his parents about his behavior and even called them, but they are… dismissive. I tried to talk to him privately about why he was picking on her so much. He wouldn't admit to it, but I know boys his age. He likes her. Unfortunately, there isn't much I can do. I can't exactly give a boy his age romantic advice, and his parents are uncooperative, so the best I could do was tell him that if he was nicer to her then she might want to be friends with him."

"That does sound like a tricky position."
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"Very. Today, Olivia's parents called me. I explained to them what was going on and they were much more eager to listen to what I had to say… but they also said they would request for her to be moved to a different cla.s.s if the problem isn't resolved soon. All of her friends are in my cla.s.s, so I would feel horrible about her having to switch. So… I need to find out how to resolve this."

"You don't need to."

"I do."

"No, you don't, and that's part of what makes you such an amazing teacher. You care. I doubt that it's in your job description, and wouldn't most teachers just let the students get separated to solve the problem?"

"Well…"

"Exactly. You don't need to do anything, but you're still going to. That makes you pretty awesome, Miss Azawaza."

"Do you think so?"

"Without a doubt. Did anything else happen?"

"Hmm… oh! Yes! I – I was… asked out."

"Oh?" Fenrir asks, leaning closer to her now with narrowed eyes.

Azalabulia would be lying if she claimed to not love how protective he is behaving right now. "I told him to f.u.c.k off."

"Wwait, seriously? You – that doesn't seem like you."

"I was going to go on a date with him when I first started teaching there. He asked me out… and then before the date, he got drunk and started sending me… less than appropriate pictures. I hardly had any interest in him before that, and that made sure to kill what miniscule interest there was. The next day, he started hara.s.sing me over texts apologizing over and over. When I wasn't having any of it, he started insulting me. I showed human resources and he got in no insignificant amount of trouble. Unfortunately, he kept his job. Fortunately, he kept his distance from me and ended up going out with the mom of one of the kids he taught. I guess things didn't work out, so he decided to test and see if I've forgiven him yet."

"Man, I wonder if you've forgiven him or not."

"Would you like a spoiler?"

"Spoil away, Miss Azawaza."

"I haven't forgiven him and have no intention of ever doing so. I told him to f.u.c.k off and that if he said anything to me again then I would be going straight to human resources. If he even sends me another text then I was told I will be able to use the past incident and the new text as proof to get a restraining order, and if I do that, he won't be able to keep his job. So, he knows that I can ruin his life at any moment."

Fenrir whistles, impressed by this new side of his girlfriend. "I don't think I've ever seen you this… deadly before. Deadly is a weird way to put it, probably."

"It is, but I like it. I simply have no tolerance for people like him and I want to do my best to ensure that none of my kids ever become like him. That is why I want to help Alex instead of kicking the problem down the road for somebody else to fix later."

"You really are an amazing teacher. Also, I love when we talk like this."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, when we just talk like adults to each other. I love you when you're roleplaying, but I love seeing the real Azalabulia even more."

"I – it's embarra.s.sing when you put it that way. I can't help it when it comes to school."

"I don't want you to help it. I want to talk to you like this every day."

"Y-you're saying such embarra.s.sing things now. The real me is boring and old and… Azalabulia is better."

"Nothing beats the original. I love you for who you are. Azalabulia, the Wielder of the Cursed Flame of Bahamut, is just a bonus."

"I don't know how I should act now…"

"Act however you want. Just do whatever you want to do the most."

"What I want to do the most?"

"Yeah. This is a date just for you, so I'll do whatever you want."

"T-then…"

Azalabulia's eyes focus lower on Fenrir's body until they eventually meet his crotch. She stares directly at it and hard.

"C-could… we… maybe – I – could I… be selfish and… umm…"

As much as Fenrir might love to see the mature and responsible side of her, the fl.u.s.tered and embarra.s.sed side of her never gets old.

"Ccan you… sit on the deck?"

Fenrir's ears twitch.

"And close your eyes…"

What could she be planning?

Curious to find out, Fenrir does as she requested. He sits down on the deck and closes his eyes.

The next thing he feels is Azalabulia coming down against his crotch.

But then nothing.

She stops moving.

"alright. You – you can open your eyes," she mumbles.

Fenrir slowly opens his eyes to reveal… Azalabulia lying down next to him with her head resting on his lap.

"I – I've been wanting more of this ever since our last date. I really… r-really love this. But, umm – ccan you… do what else you were doing?"

With a smile, Fenrir is more than happy to oblige.

He ran his fingers through her hair the last time that he gave her a lap pillow. Now, it is time to do that again. He gently traces his fingers through her hair against her scalp, making sure to treat her as delicately as he can.

"Ehehe… th-thanks."

"No problem, Azawaza."

Fenrir originally planned on acting chuuni and roleplaying with her. Then he felt like reclaiming his dominance and masculinity that Oleander pushed out of him. Now, he just wants to sit her and keep on talking to her while stroking her head and giving her a lap pillow.

It wasn't planned to go down like this at all, but he doubts that he could have come up with a better plan than this outcome.

"Can… can we do this when we meet?" Azalabulia asks. "In real life?"

"I'll give you as many lap pillows as you want in real life. Though, they probably won't be as good as they are here. My body is… a lot smaller in reality. Fenrir has muscular thighs. I have… well, my thighs exist."

Azalabulia giggles and happily sighs. "I'm sure that your lap in real life is just as wonderful as it is here. Have more confidence in yourself."

"Bringing that teacher voice back out on me. Do you part-time as a guidance counselor or something?"

"Not quite, but I refuse to let my students talk poorly about themselves. I do not allow them to promote any unhealthy mentalities, and that extends to you. I hate negativity, so for every negative comment you make about yourself, I will give you positive comments until you forget about the negative ones."

"You're really amazing, Azawaza."

"Shush. It is my turn to give you praise since you thought it amusing to insult yourself."

"You don't have to."

"I don't have to. I need to."

Fenrir doesn't even know what to say. All he can do is try his best to keep stroking her head while thinking of something else to say, but how does he even react to her when she's like this? Chuuni Azalabulia is easy to respond to no matter what she says, but Teacher Azalabulia is like an entirely different person.

"You are kind. You are handsome, and I am referencing the pictures I have seen of you in real life, Ryouta. You always know how to make me and everybody else smile, and you always prioritize our smiles over your own – which, by the way, is not good! You need to prioritize your own smile sometimes. After all, your smile is precious to us, and seeing you smile makes the rest of us smile. Now, you are understanding and patient. You never hesitate to help those in need, even when you do not get anything for it. You may be in love with more than one girl… but I also know that you are as loyal as a wolf. You have your pack and you take care of everybody in it, and you only add more to your pack when others want you to. You make time for everybody and make sure that n.o.body ever feels left out. You never get angry even when sometimes you should, and you always make sure that any and all problems are talked about and never left to fester to grow into something worse. You try your best to make us happy and to cater to each one of us – you make sure that we all feel equal. You—"

"Hey, Aza."

"Yes?"

"I… I love you, but you're making me cry. I'm not – I'm not really good with… getting this many compliments. My heart honestly hurts from hearing all of that. But… it hurts in a good way, I think."

Looking away and sniffling, Fenrir doesn't even notice that Azalabulia gets up from his lap. Nor does he notice when she wraps her arms around him to pull him down against her chest, resting his head right on top of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Do you know what that means?"

"I don't think so."

"What it means is that you have not been praised nearly as much as you deserve to be. You are always so busy giving everybody else praise that you never leave open any opportunities to receive it yourself. That is why I will give you so much praise that you can gladly accept it with a smile and no tears."

"What's gotten into you?"

"Not much. I am simply an appreciative girlfriend who knows that her boyfriend is surely exhausted after dedicating an entire day to making his girlfriends as happy as possible. Even though he is so exhausted, he still tries to include everybody in the date, and then he tries to make it all about me. I am sorry if I'm ruining any of your plans, but I received enough of your attention. Now, it is time for me to focus the entirety of my attention on you."

"You've never acted like this before. I just… I don't really know how to handle it."

"And I am sorry for not acting like this sooner. I was having so much fun playing the role of Azalabulia with you that I did not take into consideration what I should be doing to make our relations.h.i.+p fair. It… is extremely embarra.s.sing to say all of this, but if I can be like this for my students, doesn't my boyfriend deserve even better treatment?"

"I really brought the teacher in you out today."

"You did. You told me to be myself, so here I am. I am even using the same technique to sound as calm as I am that I use when my students or other faculty fl.u.s.ter me."

"What do you mean?"

Azalabulia lifts his head just a bit more – just enough so that he can feel the beating of her heart.

It is beating faster than any heartrate he has ever felt before.

"Like I said, this is extremely embarra.s.sing. But when it is important, I know how to be serious."

"You're seriously incredible."

"No. We are incredible. I will not allow you to praise me if you will not accept the same praise for yourself."

"You have amazing b.o.o.bs."

Azalabulia's eyes widen for a second before she starts laughing.

His praise was just so random and sudden that she never would have expected it.

"There – there may be some compliments that can't be shared," Azalabulia says between her giggling.

"Right. And I wouldn't want you to praise my d.i.c.k and then expect me to praise yours in return. That would be pretty concerning."

She giggles even more.

"Feel better now?" he asks.

"What?"

"You said you were embarra.s.sed and your heart was beating so fast that it made me worried. I hoped that making you laugh would help you relax."

Azalabulia shuts her eyes and lets out a long-drawn-out sigh. "See? Even when you are the one who I was trying to make feel better, you prioritized me."

"Sorry, I'm selfish like that."

"And now you are being negative again."

"Maybe I'm just being negative because I want to hear you compliment me for a few minutes straight again? Like I said, I'm selfish."

"Do you think that you are more selfish than the great Azalabulia, Wielder of the the Cursed Flame of Bahamut?"

"Of course. I'm the most selfish person that there i—"

He gets cut off by Azalabulia pressing her lips against him, her hands on her shoulders as she slowly pushes him back until he is flat on the deck.

"Don't underestimate a woman who has been thinking about you all day, especially when she started thinking about everything she could do to make you as happy as possible because she wants to reward you for being so perfect after being reminded of how horrible some men are. Also… it takes a while for alcohol to hit me, and I may have had a couple gla.s.ses of wine to help my nerves before this."

Azalabulia reaches one hand underneath her chest to pull down on the fabric more, revealing more of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she looks into his eyes.

Once more, Fenrir has become the prey.