The True Endgame

After fighting some crabs with Rock and Oleander, being turned on because of Aiko’s cat accent despite knowing how much of a degenerate he is for that, discovering that Cassiel is apparently attracted to breasts even more than he is, an underwater swimming session, and some fun with tentacles, Fenrir realizes that his life in-game is just as tiring as his real one. He originally thought that real life would not be as tiring as being a wolf sailing around freeing serpent girls and blowing up ships, but then he got three girlfriends and realized just how tiring that is. Then he thought that fishing in-game and hanging out with Rock and Oleander would not be as tiring as his new reality, but then Aiko decided to become a cat with the chest of a cow and his girlfriends all decided to come and play as well.

Now, all that he and the rest of the group have to do is gather around the fire and enjoy some crab and fish.

“This is so good-nya!” Aiko purrs, happily stuffing some fish into her mouth. “And it was caught by my Fenya which makes it even better, nya!”

“Rod helped,” Fenrir says.

“I think I like the crab more,” Cassiel says.

“Same. Also, I’ve got to show you all the hilarious video I recorded of Rock trying to fight a crab by herself. It ended up – well, I don’t want to spoil it. You’ll just have to watch it later.”

“I’ve got a video to show all of you, too!” Oleander says. “I’m sure you’ll all love it, and you’ll love Fenrir even more after seeing it.”

“Does it have something to do with why his hair was all gross and yellow before he went swimming?” Cassiel asks.

“My hair – it was yellow?” Fenrir asks. When he thinks about it, it’s perfectly normal for his hair to have been yellow. He got crab juice all over it, and with how white his hair is, anything even slightly colored would likely dye it.

He sets down his leg of crab and holds his hair in front of his face to inspect it. Having long hair is an issue since he forgets just how long it is most of the time, and he forgets how easily anything such as blood and crab juices could color it.

Looking around at the girls, he realizes something else that has somehow managed to evade his mind for this long.

His hair is longer than all of theirs. His fluffy, messy, white hair reaches down to the backs of his thighs with ease.

Aiko’s hair is the shortest of the girls, stopping at her shoulders just as Oleander’s does. Cassiel has the next shortest with it ending at about the middle of her back, and Serra’s hair is just a few inches longer. Then there is Alice with her hair reaching down to her rear in a long, straight princess sort of style, but her hair isn’t able to compete with Fenrir’s in terms of sheer size and volume.

He’s actually sort of surprised that nobody has ever pointed it out before. None of the girls have commented about how long his hair is, nor have they commented about how short it is in real life.

“Hey, this might be a weird question, but how come none of you have ever said anything about how long my hair is?” Fenrir asks them.

“Why would we?” Cassiel asks. The rest of the girls look to be in agreement with her as they all share the same sort of confused expression.

“I – I don’t know. It’s just that I only now realized it’s longer than all of yours. It’s kind of weird to think that I’m dating three girls and that my hair is longer than all of theirs.”

“Yeah, but only in-game. You have the shortest hair in real life. You can look however you want in-game and we’re not going to care.”

“I guess that makes sense. Do you like my hair long, or do you think it’d be better shorter? Fenrir’s, that is.”

“I don’t know? I kind of like it being long in-game because you have it short in real life.”

“I’ll like whatever Fenya has because Fenya is Ryou-nya and Ryou-nya is my future husband-nya!” Aiko explains.

“I like long hair because it means more to pull on,” Serra says and gets high-fived by Oleander.

Fenrir has never had his hair pulled by Serra, neither in real life nor in-game, but now he’s going to be expecting that the next time that things get intimate.

“I like the long hair as well, my hero! It gives you a very wild and feral appearance which assists my imagination quite a bit. A wild, feral looking man is far more exciting than one who looks proper and trimmed,” Nell says.

Fenrir looks at Oleander.

Oleander tilts his head. “What? Am I supposed to give you my opinion? I’m not even a member of Serra’s harem,” Oleander says.

“Wait, it’s her harem now instead of mine?” Fenrir asks. “Not – not that it was a harem in the first place.”

“I mean, from what I’ve heard, it kind of sounds like she’s the biggest pervert in the group and is the one who wants to collect all the different girlfriends. And you. Doesn’t that make it sound like it’s her harem? You just wanted to save Nell Nell because you’re you, but Serra was attracted to her like right away.”

Fenrir thinks it over. The more Oleander explains it, the more it makes sense. This really is Serra’s harem. She’s also the one who comes from a harem upbringing in the first place. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’s always been planning on having a harem, either.

Then there’s Fenrir. He was raised by a regular mom and dad, one supportive of polyamorous relationships and the other against them, and he never expected to be dating multiple people. He was starting to think that he’d never get any real relationship at all. Yet, now he’s here with three girlfriends and a probably-soon-to-be-fourth.

Yeah, this is definitely Serra’s harem.

Is his only reason for being in the harem to be the one guy able to make everybody pregnant? Would he even be in Serra’s harem if she didn’t want to have any kids?

“You look confused,” Serra says, now standing in front of him with her face right in front of his own.

“Yeah, just—” Fenrir gets cut off when Serra presses her lips against his.

Yep. Definitely her harem.

“That’s nyot fair! I want to kiss Fenya and I want kisses from Serrnya, too!” Aiko whines.

“H-hey! I – she doesn’t get any, but – but I should get some!” Cassiel says.

Serra walks over to Nell, sits on her lap, and presses her lips against Nell’s. “Nell gets kisses for being patient,” Serra explains.

Cassiel and Aiko both pout.

“Aiko, what’s your character’s name anyways?” Fenrir asks her.

“What do nya mean?” Aiko asks.

“Your character. I’m Ryouta in real life, but Fenrir in-game. Cassandra is Cassiel. Spencer is Oleander. Vik—Serra is… Serra. You can just be Aiko if you want, but if you want to use another name in-game, you can.”

“Hmm…I’ll just stick with Nyaiko!” Aiko says and then widens her eyes when she realizes what she just said. “Nyaiko? Nyaiko! I’ll be Nyaiko!”

“That sounds pretty cute, actually. Alright, I’ll call you Nyaiko from now on whenever we’re in-game.”

“Nya! Nyaiko! It’s so cute, nya!”

Fenrir gets a feeling to look at Cassiel’s face.

When he looks at her, he sees her blushing and looking like she’s trying to hold back a squeal.

“You really like cats, don’t you?” Fenrir asks Cassiel.

“Shut up, perverted dog bastard.”

Serra sneaks in and plants a kiss on Cassiel’s lips, causing the blushing blonde to blush even brighter as she hesitates for a second to kiss Serra back.

“A-about time,” Cassiel says once Serra pulls her lips away.

“I’m last! Nyat’s not fair!” Nyaiko whines more.

Serra looks at Cassiel and Fenrir.

Fenrir shrugs.

Cassiel looks away and says, “F-fine, but only one!”

With their consent, Serra walks over to Nyaiko, sits on her lap, and leans her head forward to plant a kiss on Nyaiko’s lips. Only, when she tries to, Nyaiko’s massive breasts actually prevent Serra from getting close enough on her own. Nyaiko has to lean her own head forward to meet Serra’s lips.

“Don’t make me last nyaxt time!” Nyaiko pouts. “And thank nya.”

“You’re the only one left out, Olly. You’ll need to go wake Corwin up,” Fenrir says.

“Trust me, there’s enough kissing between the two of us whenever nobody is looking. If you think Serra is lewd then you should see me when I’m alone with my Cor,” Oleander says.

“Be my teacher,” Serra says to Oleander.

“We’re around Fenny which means you have to use that weeb language he likes. I’ll be your sensei, and you’ll be my… I don’t know what the word is. But anyways, I shall teach you!”

“Now I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of a perverted harem protagonist,” Fenrir says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I also agree with you,” Cassiel says.