Nell and Serra walk up to Fenrir after realizing what has happened.

“You must be a bad kisser,” Serra teases him.

“H-hey now, I wasn’t exactly expecting anything like this to happen! Am… am I a bad kisser?” Fenrir asks.

Serra and Nell both look away for a few seconds as if ignoring his question, but then look at him and smile. “Not at all, my hero,” Nell says. “You are a wonderful kisser. If I may guess… I believe that she simply could not handle how embarrassing this situation might be for her.”

“You’re okay,” Serra says.

Fenrir and Serra look at each other’s eyes.

Serra then shrugs and says, “Fine. You’re a good kisser.”

Her words relieve Fenrir more than she’ll ever know. “Alright, but seriously, why?” Fenrir asks. “Did… did you really think this was the best way to go about it?”

“Says the dog who was grabbing her boobs. Perverted dog,” Serra says.

“I must admit, I did not believe that you would try taking it that far. I simply wished for you two to understand one another’s feelings!” Nell explains.

“You guys were watching the whole thing, weren’t you?” Fenrir asks them.

They both nod.

“I hope you know that you both suck,” Fenrir says.

“You’re welcome,” Serra says.

“Serra has shown me that sucking could be rather enjoyable,” Nell says, nodding her head.

“There’s no winning for me,” Fenrir groans. “I’m not mean enough to insult you in ways that can’t be twisted around and used against me.”

“Try it,” Serra challenges.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine. Alright, uh… you’re a… bitch?” Fenrir tries to insult his girlfriend, but he ends up sounding more like a child shyly swearing in front of his parents.

“Sounds legit. You’re a dog, so I’m a female dog. Woof.”

“Fine. Instead of a bitch, you’re a… who—no, that wouldn’t work. Uh. You’re flat.”

“I don’t need boobs when I have Cass Cass and Azz Azz. Nell Nell’s are nice, too,” Serra says, reaching up to grab Nell’s breasts.

Nell doesn’t even seem phased by Serra’s sudden lewdness anymore.

“I give up,” Fenrir says, tossing his hands up into the air. “There’s literally no way to insult you that I refuse to say because it’d just be downright mean.”

“That’s okay. I still love you even if your insult game is weak,” Serra says, walking up to him and petting him on the top of his head.

His ears twitch and his tail wags as a result of her pleasurable touch.

“You really are not that great at it, my hero. No offense, of course, but I would have thought somebody with your former reputation would be good at insulting others!” Nell says.

“Uh… I mean, I can kinda understand that. I guess I just always left the insults and rage up to Bone. You can’t really beat a Russian when it comes to fun insults. Then there was Olly who just always acted super, super gay to everybody. The more somebody hated gays, the gayer Olly acted toward them. I joined him pretending to be gay sometimes. As for me… I guess I just liked to rub things into people’s faces and then act like they didn’t exist at all. Pretending they were insignificant roaches not worth even a second of my time pissed them off,” Fenrir explains.

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Then he looks up at Nell and sees her blushing and biting her lower lip. “Please, my hero, do feel free to go on about the insignificant roaches part and looking down on others,” she says.

“Yeah, that was kinda hot,” Serra agrees.

“Can you two perverts just help me with Aza?” Fenrir asks.

And so, his two girlfriends help him with his probably-soon-to-be-girlfriend by lifting her off of him. She ends up being heavier than any of them expected her to be, but when they remember just how large Azalabulia’s breasts are, it makes sense.

Those things have to be at least twenty percent of her body weight.

“By the way,” Fenrir says, “are you two sure that you’re alright with this?”

“With what, my hero?” Nell asks as Serra tilts her head.

“You know. Me and Aza.”

Nell giggles, covering her mouth with her hand, and then says, “My hero, I must admit that it should be us asking you that instead. It is clear that we have been pushing her onto you more than you have been pushing yourself onto her.”

“We figured a guy would never say no to having another girl join us. Especially with her boobs,” Serra says.

Fenrir replies, “Hey now, it’s not like I—"

“We know, my hero. You are much more loyal than that,” Nell says. “If anything, knowing that you would refuse to entertain her without all of our consent made us want to do this even more. As much as we may be personally interested in her, we wish to reward you as well!”

“It feels weird when you explain it like that.”

“We just think you are wonderful and deserving of a large harem is all!”

“But why? I mean, come on. I’ll admit I think I’m kind of attractive if you’re into Asians, but other than that, I’m not tall, I’m not wealthy, I’m not that smart, I’m not a rock star or anything like that – I’m just some guy. Not trying to sound like, edgy or anything like that. I just honestly don’t see how you all think I’m so special.”

“Hmm. Well, you just are to us! Deal with it, my hero. Whether you understand it or not, we all love you!”

“Yeah. We love you and you’re special to us,” Serra says, hugging herself against Fenrir’s arm as he carries Azalabulia on his back with her breasts pressed against the back of his head.

“You’re both crazy,” Fenrir says.

“Crazy in love with you.”

Fenrir may be trying to walk fast enough so that they can’t see how much he’s blushing right now, but that just makes it even easier for them to see his tail wagging behind him. He doesn’t even notice that it’s wagging, either.

Having a tail makes hiding emotions difficult.

“I’ll still try to become better for you all,” Fenrir says.

“You are so silly, my hero. You do not need to become better in the slightest! You are already more than wonderful,” Nell says.

“I’m still going to try. I want to actually be worthy of all your love.”

“My hero. You are going to anger me if you continue speaking as if you are the one who does not deserve us rather than the other way around. Let us all put aside our insecurities and be happy in our love for one another, yes?”

Fenrir feels Nell squeezing his arm with a death grip until he agrees. “Alright, I surrender. I’m totally awesome and you should all be on your knees begging me for my attention,” he jokes.

“That is more like it, my hero! While I may not be able to get on my knees for you in reality, I would be more than happy to beg you on my knees whenever you wish here!”

“You’re probably perverting that, aren’t you?”

“Must you really ask that?”

Serra says, “I’ve got the knees covered in real life.”

“You’re both crazy,” Fenrir says.

“Then you must be just as crazy for dating us!” Nell teases.

“Oh,” Serra says, “I forgot. Azz Azz has been back for a while.”

“Wait, what?” Fenrir asks, turning his head to try and get a look at Azalabulia’s face.

Yep. Her eyes are open and she’s blushing.

“Why am I carrying you if you’re awake?” Fenrir asks.

“B-b-because,” Azalabulia stutters out.

If Azalabulia wants to play it like this, and even had the nerve to just wake on him like that earlier, then Fenrir can muster up the courage to tease her a little bit. Plus, strangely enough, having his girlfriends here gives him more confidence to do so. Especially after they were both just agreeing to get on their knees and beg him for how awesome he supposedly is.

“It’s alright,” Fenrir says. “Feeling your boobs against the back of my head is pretty nice.”

Azalabulia turns even redder.

“U-uh, I – I, ah, uh…” Azalabulia stutters, having no idea how to respond.

“If you wish to join us, Aza, then you must learn to deal with this foul man’s perverted desires! He will likely require contact with your breasts on a constant basis every day,” Nell joins in, helping her boyfriend tease.

Serra helps out by saying, “Yeah. He loves boobs. All he ever talks about is how huge your boobs are and how much he wants to put his di—"

“Hey,” Fenrir says, “she just went limp again. Did she wake again?”

Serra and Nell look up at her.

“Yep,” Serra says.

“She appears to no longer be with us,” Nell says.

Meanwhile in reality, that same woman too old to be fangirling from before is now removing her virtual reality headset to splash the glass of water next to her bed onto her face.