Fragment Chapter: Birds of a Feather

You wake up, parched as if dry sand seared your throat. You would get up, but the comfy scent of lavender caroused your nose, and the soft linen white sheets of your pillow were lulling you back to sleep. You turn and see your favorite mug beside your bed.

It had been a wonderful night, one of the best you ever had in your twenty-five years of life. The headache came, but not without the pleasurable memories that tingled your body. The cold embrace of your blanket wrapped around you, and then you feel it. A ruffle of warm mane. A mind-numbing sensation of smooth skin on your naked breasts. You look down, and you see him.

His face hid from yours as he snuggled deeper into your bosom, his dark blue hair tickling your every pore. He smelled of lavender too. Husky, yet intoxicating.

Your thoughts drift to last night once more. You remembered how close you were. How fragrant that scent was as you nuzzled his neck. How his incredible arms took away all your hesitations as they wrapped tighter and tighter around you. How his passionate hands felt scorching as he touched every part of you. How soft as cherry his lips were when you kissed him tirelessly.

He shuffled once more, and you couldn't help but grin.

Poke his cheek. / Whisper into his ear.

You leaned closer, still keeping him in your bosom. "victor, wake up…"

He groaned, causing you to chuckle. He really was cute sometimes. But it seems he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.

You tried to sit up, yet his hands suddenly moved. Your eyes widened.

Hold his hand. / Let him touch you.

Maybe not this morning. Your fingers intertwined, and you felt a gentle squeeze. You returned the favor by grabbing his other hand too. And now both of them are locked in a tight embrace.

He looked up, and your eyes met. The tease.

Wrong word. As if reading your mind, he started nipping at the skin of your cleavage. His tongue slid up your neck, and you shivered as his breath sent shivers down your spine.

His words, though few, sent your heart aflutter.

"Good morning… Sara…"

"Eheheheheh... Good morning too, dearie~" The near middle-aged woman snorted and chuckled. Her fuchsia hair was a complete mess, and a faint trail of blood dripped from her nose.

"Did you have a good night's sleep, my darling?" The deep, manly voice said through the orbal television.

Another creepy chuckle. "Oh, you. Of course, I didn't~"

Stand up. / Let him carry you.

Sara pressed the button on her controller, then an artistically beautiful computer-generated image of her character being cradled by her handsome lover filled the screen. Both women blushed madly. One chuckled maniacally.

Crow entered the living room of his small flat with a breakfast tray in hand. He wished he hadn't.

But this was HIS flat.

"Uh… a bit early for games, doncha think, Sara?"

No response. She was still dressed in her pajamas for crying out loud.

Still, being the gentleman he is, Crow placed her share of breakfast on the table in front of the television. This was the third day since Sara came over, and he was silently glad that there were no bottles of alcohol littering his rooms yet.

A new record. Maybe Sara getting addicted to her game was actually a good thing.

Oh, wait— no. Another sex scene. He tried not to look at either scantily-clad women to preserve his sanity.

It was an excruciatingly loud breakfast that day.

"Ahhhh~ Another one down, two to go!" Sara exclaimed, having finished her game sometime after Crow had washed the dishes. Her hands dug through her bag, and she fished out another case. She plucked the disk out and replaced it with the one on her game console. Or rather, Crow's.

It was a gift from Alisa for helping out with the initial experiments of the Orbal Television, in particular, the video games department the little short stack from the Epstein Foundation spearheaded.

He just didn't realize how… widespread the genres some video games could be. His eyes glanced over to his own prized collection which he would never ever play with anyone else, especially the girls. Except maybe with Rean.

The game started, and on the title screen was a young woman surrounded by a harem of attractive looking gentlemen. Some were wilder than others, but most were unusually old compared to the female protagonist.

Crow winced. "More of those?"

Sara seemed offended, for lack of a better word. "This one's different, I'll have you know! One of the top-rated visual novels for the CrossBox, according to my sources."

"Yeah… but shouldn't you be, I don't know, getting ready for work?"

"Toval owes me one. So I'm taking it easy today."

"Don't tell me you're gonna sit here all day and play!"

"Oh, c' mon Crow. Have a heart!" the former instructor pleaded. "You know you're the only person I can trust with this secret of mine!"

"Then go get your own game console!"

Sara's brows furrowed in thought. "Hmm… I could… but to do that I'm gonna need someplace permanent to keep my games in. I could rent an apartment… but that'd mean Fie would just bunk in with me. And I can't let her find out about this. Ever."

With a snap of her fingers, she grinned triumphantly. "Welp, there you have it. Can't risk it. I'm afraid you're just gonna have to bear it with me, my buddy ol' pal~!"

"GET OUT."

Why'd you think she went to Jurai in the first place?

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