A few hours later, Ryouta finds himself with a blonde wrapping herself around him from the side as if she’s a koala and he’s her branch, and another girl upside down on him with her head hanging down between his thighs and her feet occasionally kicking his head.

Ryouta is starting to realize that there are flaws to being in a polyamorous relationship. Not only does he have to share his bed, but he has to share it with two girls at once.

His bed is large enough for one person to comfortably lie on it. Now? Now there are three people clinging to and resting on top of each other in order to fit.

He is also concerned about how Serra has developed such crazy sleeping positions.

While Cassandra may just be clinging to him rather than kicking him in the face and keeping his legs uncomfortably spread, she’s also snoring.

Between being kicked in the face, having his thighs uncomfortable spread, and having both his legs and arm falling asleep while listening to Cassandra’s snoring, Ryouta doubts that he is going to get any sleep this night.

He wonders if this was part of Serra’s plan. He discovered while talking to the girls pre-sleep that Cassandra told Serra about how she can’t handle scary movies. So, Serra chose a horror movie despite knowing that Cassandra wouldn’t be able to handle it, and with Cassandra forcing herself on Ryouta to sleep over, he couldn’t leave Serra out of this.

Serra’s toes push up against Ryouta’s nose.

As uncomfortable and odd as this is, he realizes that she’s got some pretty cute feet. “Wait, no, I’m not into feet. That’s just weird. Tentacles are fine, but feet? Nope,” Ryouta thinks to himself. However, they are cute looking. They are just as petite and cute as the rest of her.

He shakes his head to get those thoughts out of his head. Then, as if to punish him for shaking her foot on his face, Serra’s foot smacks him a few times on the cheek.

He’d ask if she’s actually even asleep, but it’s not like she would be able to hear him in the first place.

Unfortunately, he cannot even enjoy Cassandra squeezing his arm between her breasts since it’s fallen asleep, and every time he gets an erection that pokes up against the back of Serra’s head, her feet end up slapping him in the face some more.

Now that he thinks about it, Serra definitely has to be asleep. She would probably be teasing him and his occasional erection rather than kicking him in the face if she was awake.

Ryouta looks up at the fan.

This is going to be a long night.

Sunlight is seeping into the room when he’s finally able to fall asleep from sheer exhaustion.

He wakes up when he feels two soft things smooshing his cheeks together. They’re Serra’s feet, and when he looks at her, she’s leaning up on her elbows to look at him with a smile. “Mohwin,” Serra says, her pronunciation sloppier than in-game and with odd fluctuations.

“Morning,” Ryouta replies, making sure to speak slowly so that she can properly read his lips.

He notices that something wet is on his arm.

Looking at his arm, he sees Cassandra with her mouth hanging open and drool all over his arm where her mouth is near.

As much as he wants to tease her about this later, he would rather hold onto his rebirth counters in-game.

“Fheel bettar?” Serra asks.

“What?” Ryouta finds himself tilting his head just as Fenrir would.

Serra starts signing. We knew you felt bad yesterday. We wanted to come over and make you feel better and take your mind off what happened. Are you feeling better now?

Ah. So rather than this being about teasing Cassandra and getting to sleep with him in his bed, torturing him with her feet all night, they’re here to make him feel better. With flushed cheeks, Ryouta rests his head back down onto his pillow and sighs.

They’re far too good for him. He really has to do more to keep up with all that they’ve been doing for him.

He looks back up at Serra and signs to her. Thank you. I feel much better. I love you, Ryouta signs to her.

Serra switches positions so that she’s lying down on his chest now, her face right above his own so that she can place a kiss on the tip of his nose, then his cheek, jawline, and finally his lips. She only leans back up to sign to him that he smells like feet.

“I wonder why,” Ryouta says before poking her forehead.

“Huuh?” Cassandra groans. “Whuh?”

“Morning, Cass Cass.”

“Mornin’… why’s it so wet?” she asks, wiping some drool off of her mouth.

Ryouta stays silent.

Finally, she lets go of his arm which allows it to wake up after an entire night of discomfort.

Ryouta looks over at the window and sees that the sun is barely any higher than he remembers it being right before he fell asleep. While these two girls got a full night’s worth of sleep, he’s gotten less than an hour of it.

“Sleep well?” he asks them.

Serra nods and Cassandra mumbles something unintelligible.

“Not a morning person, Cass Cass?”

“Ughh… coffee…” Cassandra groans some more.

“I don’t have any, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to need some. You two want to go out and get some breakfast and coffee?”

Cassandra nuzzles her face back into his arm and groans while Serra plops down onto him, resting her chin on the top of his chest to just stare at his face.

“Why are you staring at my face so much?” Ryouta asks. He has to admit, it’s pretty embarrassing to be stared at like this.

“Bewause I wuhve yew,” Serra says. With her hands, she signs, And because you’re hot.

Ryouta’s face turns bright red. He’s never been called hot before, at least not in real life. The whole reason he makes characters who look like Fenrir is because he wishes he was hot since he knows he isn’t in real life. Yet, here Serra is, calling him hot. Despite being short, scrawny, and having a boyish face, she is calling him hot.

Part of him has been worried lately about the girls potentially being more attracted to him as Fenrir rather than himself, but this almost completely eliminates that fear. Even Cassandra is so close and affectionate with him in real life – well, only when she’s scared, feeling competitive, or half-asleep.

“Alright, come on, let’s go get breakfast. The second round of the tournament is today, and I just remembered I’ve got to go meet Jax and them in-game before it,” Ryouta explains.

Cassandra is much more awake than she was just a few seconds ago. “I’m never playing again. No way. I’m never touching VR again after that movie,” she says, her voice as serious as possible.

“Do you like pastries?” Ryouta asks.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’ll buy you as many pastries as you want for breakfast if you play again.”

“That’s not going to work on me. I’ve been watching my weight.”

“Why? Your body is perfect already.”

“Th-that’s exactly why! I don’t want to gain weight,” she says, trying her hardest to maintain her composure after being called perfect.

“It’s alright if you gain a few pounds or splurge every now and then.”

“These things don’t need to get any bigger. Almost all my weight goes to my chest, and they cause me enough back pain already.”

She’s doing the opposite of convincing Ryouta to not feed her pastries.

“Come on, just one cheat day won’t matter.” He sees a conflicted expression when he looks at her. “Consider it a thanks for coming over and keeping me company. I love you and appreciate you, so let me thank you with some pastries.”

“Fine! B-but it’s going to take more than that to make me play again…” Cassandra blushes and looks away.

Ryouta kisses her cheek. “Like that?”

Cassandra pouts.

He kisses her again.

“Alright! Fine! I’ll play, you bastard.”

He places one more kiss on her cheek before reminding them that they have to get off of him in order for him to get off the bed.

They decide to cuddle for a couple more minutes after Serra splays herself out over both of them.

After finally getting out of bed, they brush their hair, borrow some of Ryouta’s clothes since they slept in the clothes that they came over in, and Serra grabs her phone to text for a few minutes.

“Popular girl,” Ryouta teases her once she’s done texting.

Moms and dads wanted to know if I lost my virginity yet. They were wishing me luck and telling me not to forget to use protection, but my birth mom said not to so that I can hurry up and give her some grandkids, Serra explains by signing.

Ryouta’s face turns red again.

“What’d she say?” Cassandra asks.

Ryouta explains and then Cassandra’s face turns just as red as his.

He has no idea what meeting her parents is going to be like, but he has a feeling that he should be scared.