That Time I Got Sent to Another World Where All of the Girls Are Super Hot and Super Into Me Because I Am Super Strong and Have Very Powerful Abilities that God Gave to Me Because Me and Them Were Friends When I Was in Grade School and God Is Actually A Loli Who is Also in Love with Me Because I Am A Super Epic Person Who Will Defeat The Demon Lord Who Threatens The Entire World but the Demon Lord Actually is in Love With Me and the Demon Lord is a Super Hot Busty Babe Who is Actually Just Trying to Get My Attention Because I Have a Cellphone That Can Contact the Internet and Can Get Anything Shipped To Me Within 2 Days But I Barely Need It Because I Am Actually the Most Strongest Guy Alive Because I Have Super Strong Powers Like Being Able to Lift Your Mom Really Easily Which is Nearly Impossible Because Your Mom is So Fat But is Actually A Secret Anime Busty Babe Who is Really into Me Because I Am Super Cool and Better Than Your Dad Because He is Super Lame Which I Am Not:

Mission 1.36 - That time I was reincarnated into another world and touched a fluffy tail

The next morning, Wanda and I met a surprisingly surly-looking elf sitting in the ball pit of the Adventurer's Guild, where I had instructed her to wait. I had Wanda wade in to retrieve her, in part because I hadn't brought my swimsuit, but also because I wasn't sure what nasty things might be at the bottom of the play pen.

Bonbon toweled herself off, wringing plastic balls out of the towel and back into the pit. She glanced back once more, watching a dwarf cannonball off the far edge of the pit, sending up a splash of multicolored balls.

"So, was this... part of the test?" she asked. "Maybe to prove my resilience? Something like that?"

I shook my head. "I just wanted somewhere iconic to meet you before we headed out."

I turned around, pulling out my board, and gestured for her to follow. She ran after me, looking a little miffed for some reason. I used my [Periscope Vision] to secretly size her up. I hadn't lied about the ball pit, but that didn't mean the test hadn't already started! Let's see how she had chosen to prepare.

She'd changed outfits since yesterday, and was wearing an outfit that looked far more battle-ready! She had a long-sleeved white jacket, made of some thick cotton-like material, with a double-set of buttons running at a slight diagonal up her chest, probably for extra reinforcement. I did have to dock her a few points, however, because she'd buttoned it all the way up, hiding her cleavage and thus preventing her from getting the Mojo bonus to her defense. Rookie mistake.

Her pants were relatively normal, with pinstripes for camouflage, and her shoes looked like comfortable, but hardy leather clogs, that my [Appraisal (but secretly infinite knowledge)] Skill revealed were enchanted with anti-slipping charms. She'd tied her hair up into high ponytail, giving her long elf ears plenty of loberoom. There was a midboss-chef hat on her head, a small flat-topped skullcap, also white.

As for equipment, she had some kind of bizarre backpack strapped to the small of her back, almost like a miniature bedroll. Of course, she also had the various belt pouches that literally everybody has because it's a badass isekai fantasy story. Overall, a passing grade, but just barely.

"I could have waited at a table, you know," she protested.

"There's too many tables," I said, casually destroying the closest one to punctuate my point. "It would have taken too long to find you."

She looked around the largely-empty dining hall and gave me a look that suggested she wanted to say something. Uh-oh. Was she going to confess to me right here and now? While I was internally doki-doki'ing at the thought, our plan was too important to get sidelined right now with a romantic subplot! I had to act quickly.

"I'll [Instant Transmission] us to the test site, so that we can get started right away."

Wanda stopped mid-chew, looking a bit surprised. I glanced at her and frowned. Chewing? I didn't remember buying and/or stealing any food yet today.

"What's in your mouth?" I asked.

She began to chew faster. I took a step towards her and she darted away, interposing a table between me before swallowing. That girl! I just huffed and gave her a stern headpat as chastisement.

"Wan!" She declared victoriously, "I'm surprised you don't want to skate out there!"

"I always want to skate, but..." I looked over at Bonbon with a sigh. She was v. hot, cute, and elf, but I somehow didn't get the impression that she had the hustle and bustle, nor the jet and set that one needed to keep up with my radical skateboarding skills, [Skills], and [Artes]. Maybe at some point I could figure out a way to let my allies keep up with my XXXtreme Speed (TL Note: XXXtreme Speed means Hayai), but that seems like the sort of thing I'd want to dedicate a full scene to at a later date.

"I'll have to just do more skating later," I said with another sigh, sheathing my board again. "But putting that aside, we'll use [Instant Transmission] for now."

I took a step towards the two girls and hesitated. Wait a minute... if I wanted to [Instantly] [Transmit] them, we would have to be... t-t-touching! My throat tightened up, my stomach butterflied, my arms went weak, and my knees turned to spaghetti. Was I really ready to make that kind of commitment? I blushed and looked askance as the two girls looked at me.

"Is something wrong?" Bonbon asked, donning an apron and tying it secure with the waist straps.

"Uh... it's just that we need to m-make contact in order to use my Skill," I stammered.

"Uh, sure? Okay." Bonbon shrugged, holding out her hand. "Will this work?"

I stared down at her hand, having to activate [Emotional Damage Invulnerability] to keep my heart from exploding in my chest! Sh-she wanted to h-hold hands?! I had thought elves were pure of heart, but this was super indecent! The thought of engaging in intimate and/or lewd behavior with a member or prospective member of my harem was...

I reached out, hand trembling, for Bonbon's completely nonchalant extended hand. I... I... I couldn't do it! I drew back, instead using my hand to smooth back my hair, as if that had been my intention all along. Smooth. She didn't suspect a thing.

"Uh, are you okay?" she asked. "You're all sweaty." She looked me up and down, suspicion flashing over her features. She crossed her arms, hiding her hands away. "Do you like... have some kind of [Foot Fetish] but for hands, or something?"

"Wan! He's just a virgin, wan!" Wanda explained, grinning a smile.

Bonbon just gave her a blank look, tilting her head slightly to one side. "So? What's wrong with being a virgin?"

Wanda shook her head. "Sorry, wan! I meant, he's a [Virgin]."

The elf cook's gaze whipped around in my direction, her eyes full of alarm. I blushed even harder in embarrassment. That Wanda! She was being especially sassy today! I'd show her!

I reached out and grabbed her by the tail, marveling at how soft it was. I'd pet at least dozens of dogs in my life, and it even though it felt exactly like a fluffy dog's tail, the fluffy sensation goddamn floored me. What the heck? I shook off my stupor, gaining [Fluff Resistance - Lvl 1], and flicked my eyes up from her tail to her face, defiantly challenging her to badmouth me again.

Wanda looked down at my hand in perplexed silence, shifting her gaze from my face to my hand a few times as if trying to ask 'but why?'. She seemed to come to some sort of conclusion, then let out a gasping moan, drawing looks from a few of the people in the room. Thankfully, she'd since changed out of the [Sexy Maid Outfit], otherwise this could have been a lot worse, which it was still about to become.

"Kyaaa~ wan. Master, don't touch me there, kyaaa," she said, in a lewd monotone, clasping her hands to her face and blushing while doing nothing to move her tail from my grip. She gave me a cheeky smirk from between her fingers. Instantly, I let go as if my hand had been burned, backpedaling and genuflecting as quickly as possible.

"I-I-I-I'm Gomenasorry!" I shouted. This was... bad! I'd forgotten that like every other inch of their bodies, tails were an erogenous zone for doggirls! I'd accidentally done something deplorable! "Please don't tell the [Police Cops]!" I begged.

Wanda laughed to herself, having a sensible chuckle at my piteous state. Bonbon walked over and gave me a sympathetic pat on the back, before resting her hand on my shoulder. "Look... is this enough contact? If it's stressful for you, then we don't have to hold hands or anything like that."

Huh? I... I guess this could work? I glanced over at Wanda, who seemed to grok the vibe and walked over, placing her hand on the top of my head as I orz'ed on the ground. Huh x2 ? I was shocked! She was... giving ME headpats?! Doggirls could give pets too? It was like my world had been completely upended. I shook my head internally. I'd have to consider the philosophical implications of that later. Right now, both of the girls were making contact with me. I'd have to take advantage of this situation while I still had the chance!

"[Instant Transmission]!" I shouted, which wasn't necessary to activate the skill, but I liked the way it sounded. The world buzzed around us, and with a flash, we appeared outside, on the bluff of a hill near the dungeon. The walls of the Badass Fantasy Isekai LitRPG Starter Village were barely visible on the distant horizon.

I stood up, immediately recovered from my previous embarrassment as if it had never happened. Bonbon stepped away, shaking off the disorienting sensation that teleporting brings. She looked around, pacing a few steps as she turned this way and that. Her movements gradually slowed as a look of confusion blossomed on her face. As she looked from tree to boulder to murderous lionbeast (it hadn't aggroed on us yet) and the distant walls of the town, she finally turned towards me.

"Um... I thought the test would be in a kitchen?" she asked. "I wanted to learn recipes from you, after all. Didn't you need to measure my skill as a chef?"

"Well, it's like a kitchen," I offered, referring to the monster-filled dungeon a short distance away. "But if you're going to be in my party, you need more than just cooking skills."

I unsheathed my hand with a flourish, and gestured down the hill in the direction of the dungeon. "And this dungeon will prove that you've got what it takes! Your first challenge: Get us past the checkpoint, and into the dungeon!"

Bonbon sighed, then took a deep breath and slapped her cheeks (face) cutely, refurbishing her resolve. "Alright," she said, unsheathing her frying pan and knife. "Let's get to it, I guess."

She looked over in the direction of the dungeon and frowned, her ears twitching a bit as she thought up some kind of brilliant plan, or perhaps telekinetically murdered the guards. "Hmm." she hmmed after some consideration, "We should take a look first, before we do anything drastic."

Taking her lead, we creeped along the hill until we reached a nice cliffy area with some bushes and/or rocks to hide behind. She ducked behind a large boulder and peeked over the edge, at the dungeon below. I joined her, using my [Sneak King] skill to stand completely unnoticeable on top of the boulder. I looked down into the valley and was shocked by what I saw.

The dungeon's entrance was pretty obvious, at least. There was a big stone archway, complete with a stone double door, which had been shattered in by a single massive blow, or maybe a series of smaller blows. The ticket kiosk next to it was unmanned, and splattered with some red stuff, which was probably paint. As I turned my attention elsewhere, I soon realized that it likely was not paint. I had found the men that had been posted to guard the dungeon, and they were quite messy. It was obvious at once that the men had been not only unmanned from the ticket booth, but also unmanned from alive, in a pretty significant way.

One of them was impaled on a tree like a Christmas ornament, another was beheaded, and yet another had a massive hole through their stomach. It was a grisly scene of wreckage, enough that there was a filter censor over most of it, besides the few details I described above. As I stared down, beholding the senseless carnage, there was only one thought that came to mind.

"Oh my Kamiko..." I whispered. "Bonbon doesn't fuck around."