“Wasn’t tonight supposed to be a date night for you and Aza?” Serra asks, pulling on Fenrir’s arm now that everybody with orders has gotten to work.

Fenrir’s ears perk up. “It – it was,” he answers, looking down at Serra.

“That was quick.”

“Hey, I lasted longer this time.”

“I don’t mean that.”

“O-oh.”

“Did you only have sex and then ended it?”

“Uh… well, when you put it that way…”

“You’re bad.”

“Seriously,” Cassiel says and sighs. “I would be so mad if all you did for a ‘date’ was try to have sex with me. You’re lucky that she still seems happy with that, but I’m not letting you take her out on another date that lame.”

“Fen is bad at dates,” Serra says.

“L-look, it’s not like we’ve been on that many dates for me to get experience. All we ever do is play video games,” Fenrir says.

“He’s not wrong.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Cassiel says. “Well… okay, maybe it does matter, but that just means we need to go on more dates so that you can get experience.”

“You just want to go on more dates, too,” Serra teases, thrusting her fingers at Cassiel’s side before she has a chance to react!

Cassiel jumps and squeaks, her face turning bright red as she pouts and flails her arm in the air at Serra. “Th-that was way too hard!”

“Worth it.”

“She’s not wrong,” Fenrir says. “It’s been way too long since you’ve had your sides poked. I’ve been missing hearing that noise.”

Cassiel might have told them to stop poking her sides so much because of how embarrassing it is for her, and they have toned it down.

However, she never said to never poke her sides ever again.

“Hmph!” Cassiel hmphs.

“The only one I get to reliably hear ‘hmph’ at me anymore is Saya,” Fenrir says.

“Your assistant?” Serra asks.

“Yeah, her.”

“Do you do lewd things to her?”

“Wh-why would you ask that? And no, I don’t.”

“Lame.”

“Do you just want me to lewd every single living thing that I know? Wait, don’t answer tha—”

“Yes.”

“You and Nell both want the same thing but for completely different reasons.”

“It’s the same reason in the end.”

“And what would the base reason be?”

“Because it’s hot.”

“I don’t really get what’s so hot about me having sex with people who aren’t you.”

“It’s not hot seeing me do things to Cass Cass?”

“Well, it is, but that’s because I’m dating both of you. It’s not like I want to see you do things to people I’m not dating.”

“Then we just have to date the whole world.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

“Okay, we’ll only date all the women.”

“You’re going to make every man hate me.”

“They don’t matter. One guy can get a lot of girls pregnant.”

“You want to replace Earth’s population with our children?”

Serra nods.

“Your power level is way too high,” Fenrir says.

“The highest,” Serra proudly confirms.

“Before you two degenerates plot anything, don’t we have this whole army thing to be worrying about?” Cassiel asks.

Fenrir and Serra sigh together.

“Hey, why are you sighing?” Cassiel asks Fenrir. “Weren’t you the one who was just saying that her plan was too outrageous?”

“It did sound kind of nice, though,” Fenrir answers.

“You make me want to be violent sometimes.”

“You can be violent whenever you want to be as long as it’s in bed.”

Cassiel blushes and looks away, proving that she can not, in fact, be violent in bed.

“Anyways, there was something I actually wanted to talk to you about, Serra,” Fenrir says.

“Is it lewd?” Serra asks.

“No.”

“Boring.”

“I know, I know. Anyways, can we wake and go chat about it?”

“Ooh. Something secret.”

“Not really.”

Cassiel and Azalabula are listening in now to try and figure out what he’s talking about.

“Okay,” Serra says… and then immediately falls over.

“Seriously? She could have laid down first,” Cassiel says, bending over to pick Serra up.

Fenrir asks, “Will you carry me to bed too if I—”

“No.”

“Dang. Why not?”

“You’re too big.”

“That’s what she said,” Fenrir says and then immediately wakes from virtual reality, causing his virtual avatar to fall forward without any warning.

Cassiel and Azalabulia look down at the body as it’s lying face-down in the grass.

“What… what are we supposed to do with his body?” Azalabulia asks.

“Leave it,” Cassiel answers.

In reality, Ryouta finds himself staring up at the ceiling and wondering why he didn’t just try to get some privacy with her in-game.

Why?

Because talking to her would be much easier that way. Instead, he’s now going to have to rely on her reading his lips, signing to her, or talking through text.

“I’m really stupid,” Ryouta says.

Fortunately, he has a not-really-stupid girlfriend who is already standing next to him without him realizing it.

He jumps when he does realize it.

Though, before he can ask her why she felt the need to scare him like that, he sees her holding up her phone with a message already typed on it that reads, “What do you need to talk about?”

Ryouta sits up straight and looks her right in the eyes so that it’ll be easier for her to read his lips. “Well, while I was thinking about strategies and getting serious and all that… I was wondering how Aiko is,” he explains.

Serra turns the phone back around to quickly type, “She hasn’t messaged you back yet?”

“Nope. Seems like I’m still on the ignore list even though she made it sound like I’d be allowed to stay in touch.”

“rip”

“Don’t you ‘rip’ me.”

“RIP”

He flicks her on the forehead. “So, you’ve been in touch with her, right?”

She nods.

“Well, how is she?”

“Good. She’s making progress and seems really proud of herself.”

“That’s great to hear – well, read. Do you have any idea when she might message me back, or show up again in-game?”

“I can ask her if you want me to.”

“That’d be nice.”

“k. Message sent.”

“That fast? Seriously?”

“My texting level is even higher than my lewding level.”

“It’s possible for something to be higher than your lewding level?”

“We can test right now to see if my lewding level is actually higher.”

“We have more things to do in-game.”

“Can we at least make out for a few minutes since you wanted us to wake just for you to ask me that?”

Ryouta looks up at her face after reading her message only to see her wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“I don’t see why not.”