Fenrir ended up carrying Azalabulia back to where the tournament was taking place. Of course, he didn’t mind doing that in the slightest. He carried her on his back, so he got to feel her breasts pressing against the back of his head the entire trip back. She kept on giggling and moving around, too, making it even better.

Sure, Fenrir tried to be a gentleman of sorts to his girlfriends… but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to thoroughly enjoy every single occasion of his girlfriends’ breasts touching him. Was it even possible for there to be an occasion where their breasts were touching him that wasn’t short of absolutely perfect?

No, of course not.

“I mean… what if their boobs fall off or something?” Saya thought to him.

“As long as it’s not in a bloody and gory way, that’d still be alright. Like a zombie monster girl. If a zombie monster girl’s boobs fall off and touch me, that’d still be alright,” Fenrir answered.

“But what if the boobs were cut off and there was blood everywhere?”

“Then no, it wouldn’t be perfect anymore.”

“So you’re wrong to think that it’s always perfect when boobs are touching you.”

“I mean, if you want to get all technical about it, then yes there are occasional moments where it wouldn’t be a good thing. That’s obvious, Pupaya.”

“Is it really obvious or did I just have to point out the truth to you?”

“You’re inside of my head. If you were able to think of that then it means that I was able to think of that.”

“You’re implying that I’m only based off of your own thoughts. It’s not like I don’t have machine learning programmed into me or something. Even I can learn to have my own thoughts!”

“Congratulations, you’re as smart as a newborn.”

“I’m not giving you anymore fanservice, Fenrir.”

“Please never call me that again. It sounds so wrong for you to call me my actual name. I’m sorry, go back to giving me fanservice. Please.”

“You’re going to have to beg for it more than that, onii-wan.”

“Since when you are a sadist?”

“You’re a switch so it’s only natural for me to be the dominant one every now and then.”

“There’s a difference between sadism and dominance.”

“Same thing.”

“I literally just said that there’s a difference, implying that they’re not the same thing.”

“Onii-wan.”

“I’ll never get tired of that.”

“It’s too easy to get you to switch subjects.”

“Simple fanservice isn’t always going to get me to change the subject.”

“Oh, I wanted to ask you something. What do you think about the current state of global economics?”

“That’s a weird question… but I guess there’s enough of a walk left to answer it. Well, where do I even start? I’m not really good at this sort of stuff but—”

“Onii-wan.”

“I will seriously never get tired of that.”

A couple of moments passed in silence before Fenrir realized what just happened.

It was, in fact, too easy to get him to change the subject with simple fanservice.

“You win,” Fenrir mentally sighed to his virtual little pseudo-sister.

“It’s pretty much impossible for you to beat me, onii-wan. I’m in your head. I can formulate a hundred strategies in a second to counter strategies that take you years to come up with.”

“I can beat you easily if I go all-out.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re beautiful, Pupaya. I want to rub your belly and call you a good girl.”

“Wha—tha-that’s cheating!”

“I want to sit you on my lap and grope your chest while rubbing against you.”

“Perverted onii-wan! Ba-baka onii-wan!”

“You might be calling me a perverted baka, but you’re not telling me to stop.”

“O-of course I’m not… you already know I like it! That’s what makes you such a perverted baka! It’s because I’m in your head that I’m like this! If I was in a normal person’s head then I wouldn’t get so excited by you talking about weird things like calling me a good girl and rubbing my belly! That’s not normal! No girl should get turned on by that!”

“On the contrary, every girl should get turned on by that. Actually, let’s be even. Everybody should get turned on by it regardless of gender. I wonder how Olly would react if I called him a good boy…”

“Wouldn’t he want to be called a good girl?”

“I’m still confused about that. I could always try good girl first and then good boy.”

“Onii-wan, why is your tail wagging just from you thinking about the phrase ‘good boy?’”

“Li-listen, it’s not my fault. It’s my avatar’s fault for getting excited by default whenever I hear those words, even if they’re from me in my own head.”

“You’re a degenerate, onii-wan.”

“And you’re a degenerate little pseudo-sister into petplay who claimed that she could never be beaten while knowing that I would say all of that in order to prove that you could, in fact, be beaten.”

“I – I didn’t know anything…”

“You knew everything. You knew that if you tried to challenge me like that then I would bring out the petplay.”

“Sh-shut up…”

“Who’s a good girl?”

“Me! Hmph! Now stop harassing me!”

“Do you really want me to stop?”

“No, but still!”

“Pupaya.”

“Wh-what?”

“Who’s a good girl?”

“Nn… I – I am.”

“Say you’re a good little puppy.”

“I – I’m a good little puppy…”

“Next, say—”

“Ah, it is happening!” Nell announced. “Serra, it would appear that my hero is getting very excited about something.”

The group stopped in their tracks. Serra jumped to the front of Fenrir and stared down at his crotch with eyes full of determination to confirm whether or not he was actually getting excited. As it would turn out, he was getting excited and it was more than obvious to Serra’s eyes.

“How? We’re only walking,” Cassiel said.

“Don’t question it,” Serra answered for Fenrir. “How doesn’t matter. Only it being awake matters.”

“Oh! That gives me an idea!” Nell said. “If we are to treat his member as a beast of its own that slumbers and wakes on its own, just imagine how it would be if it became possessed by a demon! It would not only change in appearance and size, but it would cause my hero to act upon his uncontrollable desires brought about by the demon within him! Well, within a very important part of him. He would still be in control of his body and mind, but he would be incapable of resisting the one thing he is no longer in control of.”

“Would that still count as cheating?” Cassiel asked.

“Hmm. If it has been possessed and altered… then the demon would also most likely be the one to actually feel pleasure. My hero would also feel it, of course. Therefore, if anything, it would be a threesome!”

“Sounds like the demon needs to get a job if it has nothing better to do than possess dicks and let others do all the work.”

“That – that is one way to add onto the fantasy, I suppose.”

“No demon dick,” Serra said. “Only Fen’s dick.”

“C-could you all stop talking about my dick?” Fenrir asked, trying to remind them that Eva is still with them.

Eva, of course, picked up on that. “Don’t mind me,” she said. “I don’t mind. Really. It’s interesting.”

“See, Eva is okay with it,” Serra said. “Let’s have sex.”

“She said she was okay with the talk, not with watching us have sex,” Fenrir explained, poking Serra’s forehead to try and stop her from staring—and talking—at his crotch.

Poking her did not stop her from looking at his crotch. All it did was force her to look downward with her eyes so that she could keep them locked onto it.

“It’s the same thing,” Serra said.

“It’s really not the same thing,” Fenrir said, trying to poke her head even farther back.

The farther back he poked her head, the more she turned her eyes downward. She even tried reaching her hands out to grab onto his crotch, but her arms were too shirt since Fenrir kept her an arm length’s away from him.

And his arms were longer than hers.

“Seeing your harem almost makes me wish that I could have a harem of cute girls,” Saya said.

“Couldn’t you create yourself a harem?” Fenrir asked her.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same.”

“Wait, if you can create all those other things… couldn’t you create a clone of yourself?”

“Onii-wan, you want to do perverted things to your twin little sisters, don’t you?”

“One hundred percent yes.”

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“I – I mean… it’s possible. Splitting myself wouldn’t be too hard…”

“Could one of you be the tsundere while the other is deredere, and the deredere is more bold and all over me which makes the tsundere jealous and assertive to get even? And then they both kiss each other from around my—”

“You’ve been listening to too many of Nell Nell’s fantasies, onii-wan. Go pay attention to your girlfriends.”

With that, Saya left his thoughts alone so that he could focus on Serra not pulling his pants down in front of the others.

And there was only one way to stop her from doing that.

“I promise to do lewd things with you later – after the tournament is over,” Fenrir said.

“Deal,” Serra agreed, finally pushing aside her thirst for him, but only temporarily.

“I swear you two think about nothing other than sex,” Cassiel said.

Nell raised a hand. “Make that three of us!”

“Cass, don’t make it sound like you don’t,” Fenrir said.

“I – I don’t.”

“Who’s a good girl?”

“I a—” Cassiel got herself from truly embarrassing herself, but that did not stop her cheeks from turning bright red as one of her most vulnerable weaknesses was taken advantage of.

Apparently, all of them could think about nothing but sex.

There was only one person left, and Eva wanted to confirm if the remaining member of the relationship also only thought about sex.

So, Eva looked up at Azalabulia.

“Ehehe… huge… bursting… e-exploooooosions…” Azalabulia mumbled.

At least one of them wasn’t thinking about sex twenty-four-seven, but were explosions really better?

To Azalabulia, of course they were.

Not every single person could be a sex addict, after all. Somebody had to be the explosion addict.

As for Eva, she would remain the science addict for the moment.

Back at where the tournament was taking place, they got back just in time for Eva’s match.

Of course Eva decided to register for the tournament, too. Testing her strength against others would allow her to not only gain more information on them and their fighting styles, but it would allow her to check on the progress that she made as well! Her body and its abilities fascinated her just as much as the bodies and powers of anybody else. Especially after how much time and care went into creating the hybrid of a body that she called hers.

Fenrir and the others were all standing by ready to cheer for her, too. Even Azalabulia was finally fully aware of what was going on again… but she was in the process of being incredibly embarrassed. Even though she was awake and could stand on her own now, Fenrir decided to conveniently ignore that so he could keep carrying her.

And to keep feeling her chest against the back of his head.

The match was about to begin.

“Back just in time for her match, we’ve got Eva the hybrid of a bunch of different things and… seriously? This is your name? Well, I ain’t goin’ to judge, but ya better live up to it or else you’re goin’ to look pretty stupid. Facing Eva is Alpha Chadmeister!” Tabitha announced.

Standing directly across from Eva was a huge, hulking beast of a man. Literally. All he wore as far as equipment was a leather subligaculum that tightly hugged his waist and crotch, and orange fur covered the rest of his body. Even with the dense coat of short, orange fur, bulging veins could still made out along his obscene muscles.

He also had the head of a tiger.

“Should’ve named yourself Tony is all I’m sayin’,” Tabitha said. “Anyways, start!”

The wannabe cereal mascot slammed his fists together and roared!

Eva pointed her thunderbird wing at him and sent a bolt of crackling electricity directly toward him. Said bolt of electricity covered his body and electrocuted him, causing him to shout out in furious pain.

But it wasn’t enough.

The electric zapping finally ended and Alpha Chadmeister was still standing. Sure, his orange fur turned black and there was smoke coming from him, but he was still standing!

He took a step forward and… fell.

Apparently, it actually was enough.

“Ha-hang on now,” Tabitha said. “You’re not already out, are ya, Tony?”

Eva blinked a few times before flying up to the fallen tiger, poking him to check on him.

“Listen, Tony, I know I was makin’ fun of ya, but ya had a lot of coin on ya! People were hopin’ those muscles weren’t all for show!” Tabitha shouted.

Yet the attempt at being a cereal mascot did not stand up.

“I think I killed him,” Eva said.

“I’m goin’ to have to ban that lightnin’ of yours from your next fight if it’s that strong. I placed my bet on ya because girls stickin’ together and all that, but seriously? If ya don’t struggle at least a little then nobody’s goin’ to bet against ya!” Tabitha explained, making her intentions more than clear to everybody else. Needless to say, she was quick to change the subject. “Eva wins! Somebody take Tony’s corpse so we can start the next round!”

Eva gave Alpha Chadmeister a few more pokes and even asked if he was alive… but got no response.

“Well then,” Cassiel said.

“I mean, it’s possible to make yourself look like that at the start of the game,” Fenrir explained. “Maybe he was actually pretty new and only made himself look that huge for the heck of it?”

“I kind of feel bad if that’s the case.”

“What I’m thinking is that it makes me worried about how experienced all the people who want to help us fight actually are. So far… they’re not doing too good.”

“At least they’re helping us build.”

“Yeah. Besides, it’s a game. I’m sure they’re all having fun playing however they want over here, and that’s all that really matters.”

“Eva is strong,” Serra said. “It’s hot.”

Nell, Cassiel, and even Fenrir nodded in agreement to Serra’s statement.

“Fe-Fen… ca-can you please let me down now?” Azalabulia whined.

“Fen, I keep hearing a fly buzz around,” Serra said, helping Fenrir enjoy the situation so that she could live vicariously through him.

“I’ll have to keep Azawaza safe from it,” Fenrir replied.

Azalabulia’s whining continued.

“At least it’s a really cute fly,” Oleander said, reminding them that he’s with them. “By the way, when’s Eva joining your harem, Fenny?”

“Hey, this is Serra’s harem,” Fenrir answered. “And… I don’t know.”

“But aren’t you all okay with it?”

“We are!” Nell answered.

“Then hurry up! You can’t begin the hunt for the next harem member until you capture her.”

“She’s not one of those monsters that go in pockets,” Fenrir said.

“I mean, she kind of is a hybrid of a bunch of different monsters, and her hands could totally go in your pockets if you know what I’m saying. Nudge nudge, wink wink,” Oleander said while nudging Fenrir with his elbow twice and then winking twice.

“You don’t have to say it while you’re doing it.”

“Don’t ruin my fun, Fenny. Go capture your newest harem member.”

“I’m not going to hunt for another after her like you want me to. Why do you even want me to?”

“Because harems are too much trouble, no offense, girls, but I think they’re cute so I get to live vicariously through you. My Cor is enough for me, and your harem is enough f or me to get entertainment out of!”

“We need to fill all the roles,” Serra said.

“Look, you’re giving her ideas,” Fenrir said, kicking Oleander’s shin.

“But she’s right! You need to fill all the other roles that a harem is supposed to have! You at least need to diversify a bit. I get that they’re different species and all, but come on. Looking at all of you together is like looking at a field of snow,” Oleander explained.

“I – I mean… I really want to say something against what you just said but I can’t think of anything that sounds appropriate. Olly, stop fetishizing people.”

“No.”

“There’s no arguing against that,” Cassiel chimed in.

“There’s always a way,” Fenrir said. “It’s a powerful tool that should not be used lightly.” He took a deep breath and looked at Oleander. “No you.”

“No,” Oleander repeated.

“Yeah, I’m out of options.”

As Fenrir’s group talked among themselves, the tournament went on. Though, unless any one of them were involved in a fight, none of them seemed to have any interest in what was happening. Azalabulia was the only one to give the tournament any attention, and that was only because one of the participants’ magic caused explosions at one point.

Other than that, there was zero interest.

And then Cassiel was called for her next fight.

And then it ended almost as quickly as it began. While the fight was not over as quickly as Eva’s first match was, Cassiel’s opponent was somebody who was talking about how regrettable it was for him to have to defeat such a beautiful woman.

Cassiel’s blade impaled his chest before he could even finish the sentence, and she cringed the entire time she was subjected to his voice.

Then Eva’s next battle came. It lasted longer than her first match, but her opponent’s light blades were incapable of harming her as she used her forearms and tail for defense. The scales covering her were just too tough for the blade to cut through. She didn’t even have to use her thunderbird wing to defeat her opponent. All she had to do to win was smack him hard enough in the side with her tail to make him surrender. He knew that he couldn’t hurt her while she effortlessly managed to hurt him, so there was no point in even trying.

As it turned out… the final match would be between Cassiel and Eva.

But before that, there was a loser’s bracket to take care of. Azalabulia and Nell were both considered losers, but neither of them felt like participating in another fight for the day. Instead, it would be their boyfriend who had to fight.

Fenrir felt no shame in losing against his girlfriend, but he wasn’t going to let anybody else defeat him. He had to prove that he was strong and worthy of being the boyfriend of the girl to make it to the final round of the main tournament bracket, even if it meant finally letting Azalabulia off of his back!

And his first opponent was none other than Alpha Chadmeister.

To everybody’s surprise, Alpha Chadmeister did not die. He was just so incredibly embarrassed by his loss that he refused to move or breathe until the next fight began so that people wouldn’t pay any attention to his loss.

And now it was his turn to make up for the embarrassing defeat he suffered.

“Wolf versus tiger. Start! Give the ladies in the crowd a show!” Tabitha shouted.

Alpha Chadmeister began the fight the exact same was as before. He slammed his fists together and roared!

As for Fenrir, he had Rod take on the form of chains and sent them out to wrap around his opponent’s neck as he was busy roaring.

Alpha Chadmeister’s eyes went wide at the sudden strangulation. His hands grabbed onto the chains to desperately try to pull them away from his neck or to break them, but it wasn’t enough. He fell onto one knee, then onto his other, and then he collapsed.

Fenrir didn’t even have to take a single step from where he was at the start of the fight.

“Seriously?” Tabitha asked. “I was hopin’ ya’d get at least a punch in on the wolf or somethin’.”

Fenrir retracted his chains from his opponent’s neck.

Once more, nobody would know if Alpha Chadmeister was actually dead or not until the next battle begin. All they knew was that he had to be dragged, face-down in the dirt, out of the center where they were fighting.

“Talk about disappointin,’” Tabitha sighed.

The next couple of fights between the losers were actually pretty intense and full of heart pounding twists, but none of Fenrir’s group paid any attention to them as they listened to Nell talk about a fantasy instead. This time, the fantasy involved her being forced to fight against ferocious beasts in a coliseum as thousands of audience members watched. If she won, she would be set free. If she lost, she would become the plaything of the beast that defeated her.

Naturally, because it was her fantasy, she lost.

That was when Fenrir decided to add onto the fantasy by saying that he’d come and free her again, earning a swoon just before it was time for his next match.

“Wolf, it’s alright if ya kill this one right away,” Tabitha said.

Fenrir looked at who his next opponent was.

“Ah, you are the pitiful boyfriend of the beautiful damsel in need of my rescue, aren’t you?” the man standing across from him asked.

“Go ahead. Start,” Tabitha announced with zero enthusiasm.

A few seconds later and Fenrir’s opponent was chained up, pinned to the ground, and had his left arm bent behind his back where Fenrir was pulling and twisting it.

“I’m – I’m sorry! Please! Don’t break my arm! I – I’ll do anything! Just stop hurting me! I don’t like pain!” the chained man shouted.

“Then why don’t you have your pain tolerance set to zero?” Fenrir asked.

“Be-because! It hurts – it hurts… it hurts so good! B-but I only want women to hurt me! I don’t want such a filthy man to hurt me!”

Fenrir blinked a few times, let go of his opponent’s arm, and then snapped his neck.

“Yeah, that went about as expected,” Tabitha sighed.

There was one more fight left to settle who Fenrir’s opponent would be. Again, no attention was paid to it, but there was hardly any time to pay attention to it. It ended even faster than Eva’s first fight did.

“And now to determine the champion of the losers!” Tabitha announced. “We’ve got the wolf going up against Mister Smiles!”

Hearing the name finally caught Fenrir’s attention. Actually paying attention to who his final opponent would be… he found himself standing across from a muscular man wearing nothing but tight, white underwear with a giant, yellow smiley face over his head.

“Sometimes this game is immersive enough that I forget it’s still an MMO,” Fenrir said.

His opponent said nothing, instead entering a martial stance before beckoning Fenrir forward.

Despite how utterly ridiculous his opponent looked, Fenrir could tell that this was serious. His opponent was too ridiculous.

It was always the most ridiculous looking avatars in MMOs who were the ones that could be the most dangerous.

Fenrir transformed Rod into chains once more and sent one of them flying toward his opponent just to test his reactions.

Mister Smiles stopped the chain with a single finger, his helmet forever smiling with black, dead eyes straight ahead.

Fenrir realized that he should probably feel intimidated, but he was too excited. He had an opponent who he could really go all out against without subconsciously feeling bad about his opponent being his girlfriend. He didn’t have to do it for the last two battles, but he transformed his arms into their canid forms and charged at his enemy!

And then Mister Smiles seemingly vanished from in front of him.

Fenrir looked around to try and find where he went only to get kicked in the back of his legs, causing him to stumble forward and almost trip. But, before he could fall over, he spun around and sent a chain at his enemy.

Or so he thought.

His chain flew toward nothing as his opponent was nowhere to be seen once again.

That was when Fenrir was punched in the back from below, stopping his fall to send him upward in pain.

While the attacks were weak and didn’t hurt too much, they were beyond fast – they were the fastest attacks that Fenrir had ever seen in the game before.

And he had no idea how to counter them. Where could he even begin when up against an enemy capable of moving so fast that Fenrir couldn’t see him?

Another kick, this time to the side of Fenrir’s legs.

And then a chop crashed into the back of his neck.

Mister Smiles got several successful attacks off on Fenrir while Fenrir couldn’t even try to attack him.

“About time one of ya put the dog in his place!” Tabitha shouted. “Come on! Keep it goin’!”

Fenrir had no idea how to defend himself, but he knew that he was definitely going to have to find some way to punish Tabitha after this was all over for constantly rooting against him.

Maybe he could forbid her from modifying The Shoebill for a week.

“If I can’t get a precise hit on you… I’ll just have to try and hit everything around me,” Fenrir said, extending his arms and the chains outward.

It was time to spin to win. If his opponent wanted to keep on trying to attack him from behind, then all he needed to do was spin fast enough to attack everything around him to never give his opponent an opening.

So, he spun with the chains ready to whip anything and everything around him. All he’d need to do is get one chain to wrap around his opponent to lock him down. So long as he couldn’t pull any sudden teleportation tricks out of thin air like Cassiel did, he could win.

But there was a flaw in his plan.

Mister Smiles might have only been attacking from behind before, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t attack from above, too.

But there was also a flaw in Mister Smiles’ plan as he appeared in the air over Fenrir’s head.

Fenrir wasn’t dumb enough to think that Mister Smiles wouldn’t try that.

Stopping his spin, Fenrir thrust his arms up while the chains kept their momentum! Mister Smile might have been smiling on the outside, but he wasn’t smiling on the inside once those chains of Fenrir’s wrapped around his legs and torso, binding him and preventing him from escaping.

“Come on, I’m not that dumb,” Fenrir said, stepping on his captured enemy now that he was on the ground.

It was time for payback.