After an hour or so of resting on the rooftop by myself, I finally got up, went over, and picked up those cursed pants.  I don’t know what the hell they’ll be useful for, but they don’t burn, rip, or fall apart that easily.  I’ll save them for now; maybe sometime in the future Isabella will be able to transfer the best parts of the enchantment from them and leave the curse.  (Or even better!  Get rid of the curse and then leave me a pair of indestructible pants!)

At least I now know that indestructible pants do exist out there.  I just have to find a pair that isn’t cursed.

Getting back into the teacher’s lounge, Isabella and Brandr were both sitting in the floor and taking turns kissing on Little Buster.  I could hear Isabella cooing and making baby talk to it.  “Who’s the poor wittle buster?  Is he sick?  Does his tummy hurt?  Poor wittle baby!  Let mama Iz take a look at it.”

The little mutt was over on his back, drool slobbering left and right as his whole body twitched left and right as he tried to wag his tail, and both the girls kept leaning down, rubbing his stomach, and kissing him on the cheek.  My jaw just about hit the floor!  

What the hell?!

The little bastard pissed on both of them, and instead of getting angry, they’re treating him as if he’s dying or something?  Why do I get all the fussing at, and it seems he gets all the loving?!  Snorting with frustration, I tossed the cursed pants over into the corner, went over, picked up my tail-spike, and walked out slamming the door behind me.

I don’t think the girls even noticed!

Pouting and angry, I worked my way back down to the barricade and past it.  We’d cleared to the goblin champion, but there were still several hallways full of the candy monsters that I could lure out and take my frustration out on one or two at a time.  Our eventual goal was to make it to the lobby area in the center of the building, but we still needed to clear the respawns from this wing before moving on elsewhere.  Since both the girls were going to be spending some time reading their books, it was up to me to clear the numbers somewhat – and it was good practice for me as well.

For the next several hours, I lured idiot candy goblins out in small numbers and broke them.  In some ways, it helped me get my temper under control – beating something until it crumbles is actually quite satisfying – but it also kind of annoyed me since I knew my work was earning the girls experience and I was miffed at them, at the moment.  It sucks when you’re in a situation where it’s “RAHR, let me beat the shit out of this thing because I’m mad at you, and here, you can share the reward for it!”  When it comes to grouping in the new world, there is no breaks from the group; angry or not, you’re still a part of it.

After a dozen candy goblins shattered, and after my wounds from battle slowly accumulated to the point where I felt I’d best quit for now, I finally went back to the room – and the girls were still pampering that idiot dig!  Petting it, cooing at it, kissing it.  How long were going to shower attention on it?!  

Finally, my jealousy got the best of me and I stomped over and grabbed Brandr by the shoulders as she was the closest to me, tugged her up, and forcibly stole a kiss from her warm lips.  “My lord!”  Her thoughts in my head were shocked sounding, but at this point I didn’t care.  With a grunt of frustration, I scooped her up and tossed her down across the couch.  “But..  my lord..  Buster is acting od…”

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At this point, I didn’t even care anymore.  That damn dog was getting more attention than I was, and I wasn’t going to take it anymore.  MY wife!  Hell, she was MY slave!  I’d went out and spent a few hours beating and banging on the goblins left over from the Christmas event, gotten myself half killed, and had actually even been dead earlier – and here they were just paying attention to a dog?!

Well enough of that!  “HUSH!”  I sent a forceful thought through to Brandr over the private chat.  “You’re mine, and I don’t even want to hear another peep out of you!  Just shut up and open up!” I’ll admit, it was rude and crude, but I was frustrated.  Pay attention to some silly dog and ignore me?!  Someone needs a lesson!

And for the next several hours, I focused solely on giving Brandr one.  I rode her forwards, and backwards, and sideways.  On the couch, and off the couch.  Against the wall, and over the tabletop.  I held her, I stretched her, and I pounded her with all the vigor that I could.  The combination of manly jealously and superhuman constitution turned me into the world’s most demanding lover.  It was hot, hard, pounding sex; in anyway my teenage mind could imagine having it.   Brandr was unnaturally soft, completely yielding, and never made a peep -- not even in my head.  By the time I finished, my knees were weak, the room was spinning, and all I could do is just flop back onto the ground and groan.

Much to my surprise, Brandr crawled over, snuggled up in my arms, and nuzzled against my chest.  I would’ve imagined that she’d try to crawl away from me instead of to me, after that pounding!  Women are naturally confusing things, and even more confusing to me was when she weakly lifted her head and stuck out her tongue and made a light “pbbbbbtt” with it!

My brain just couldn’t focus.  I was tired, worn out, and probably suffering from some medical condition caused by lack of blood flow to the brain for several hours.  It took several moments for my eyes and thoughts to follow her expression to Isabella – who was sitting in my chair and squeezing Little Buster in a death grip.  (He appeared to be sleeping and drooling, by the way, so I doubt he even noticed he was being smothered to death.)  A few tears ran down her cheek, and her lower lip was quivering.

My exhausted brain simply couldn’t sort it out.  Brandr had gotten the longest, hardest pounding that I think I could ever give to anyone.  I didn’t let her move, twitch, resist, or even moan in her own head!  And somehow, she seemed happy and almost to be taunting Isabella, who acted like her heart had just shattered somehow!  

Just what the heck was Isabella upset over?  I didn’t think she was that friendly with Brandr; the two definitely seemed to go out of their way to annoy and antagonize each other from time to time.  Had I shown her a side of a man which frightened her?  Was she repulsed with me now?  Had I went too far?

I wanted to try and sort things out, but I was just too tired.  My mind was racing, but my body was going numb.  Eventually the exhaustion in my limbs overcame the thoughts in my mind, and I passed out in an exhausted slumber.  My last thoughts were about how odd it was that Brandr seemed satisfied and Isabella seemed the opposite.  I’d “punished” one and had my way with her, and the punished one seemed happy while the girl who escaped punishment was crying…

What the hell is wrong with this new world we’re living in?!