Chapter 32: Chapter 30: Wouldn’t Throw a Rock in a Schoolyard

[A Little of What You Fancy Does You Good]

Congratulations on your intimate moments with a catgirl. Nyarlea depends on you to survive! Successfully mate with 5 catgirls!

Rewards:

• 500 Bells
• 1 Base Level Up
• 1 Class Level Up

I read the words back to myself, shifting the weight of the iPaw from hand to hand. Those were some incredible rewards. A free base and class level up so I didn’t have to put mine or the girls’ lives on the line? Fantastic. 500 Bells to go with it? Even better. Maybe I could purchase the axe from Espada when we went back to Ni Island. All I’d have to do is just impregnate five catgirls. That’s it. That’s all. Could get that done in a day, no problem. And with my inexperience, I could swap a girl out every few minutes.

“Just have sex with five catgirls. Your pick of the litter.” I chuckled weakly at my unintentional pun. “It’s the culture. The expectation. Necessary for them to survive. Every guy’s dream,” I muttered to myself as I continued to stare at the screen. Images of Keke’s smile invaded my mind, and I swore I could hear her giggles and her confident voice as if she were sitting right next to me. “Isn’t that what you wanted, Matt?”

I looked in front of me and saw a small stain on the bedsheets. How embarrassing. Doubt the attendants minded, but it felt like I was putting my personal life out in the spotlight.

Wasn’t too sure how to feel about this. On one hand, fuck yeah, catgirls, and I got laid. Could definitely get used to seeing Keke like that on a more regular basis. Felt like a bit of a tease, though, not being able to do the deed. But from the tone of Keke’s voice, the very idea of a contraceptive seemed to be akin to murdering a child in the streets. And she was clearly set on not taking any time off for pregnancy.

Maybe contraceptives are actually against the law. Would Keke, Ravyn, and Cannoli be against me completing my quest? Probably not.

I wondered what specifically about Cailu rubbed Ravyn so bad. I knew what I hated about the asshole. But I wasn’t from here. The thought of using anyone as a meat shield would’ve been frowned upon by just about anyone, myself included. Yet here he was, Nyarlea’s golden boy, bedding at least one catgirl a night if I had to guess.

I threw the sheets off of me and hung my legs over the side of the bed, tossing the iPaw to my side.

“Get it together, Matt. There’s no good thinking about this right now. If it has to be done, then so be it. They don’t mind. You got other things to think about for now,” I encouraged myself in a whisper.

Do I really, though?

God damn it, I was overthinking it again. I stood up and made my way over to the bathroom, glancing back at the bed with the thoughts of Keke’s lips on mine.

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“What the hell were you doing, building a bathtub?” Ravyn said with a furrowed brow. “The three of us have been waiting for an hour.”

“Slow ass! Slow ass!” Ball cried.

“Sorry,” I said, scratching the back of my head. “I got up late.”

“Pfft, you’re a shit liar. Just sit down and eat, boy,” Ravyn clarified her impatience, drumming her fingers against the dinner table.

“Hey, Be nice to Matt!” Cannoli demanded. “He’s been very good lately. Isn’t that right, Buttons?” Buttons squeaked in response, slowly flicking his forked tongue at Ravyn with a narrowed stare.

“I will roast your little friend if he so much as touches me,” Ravyn warned.

“Roast you alive! Roast you alive!” Ball cried.

Buttons and Ball Gag turned to look at each other, each of them glaring with such intense, animalistic hatred it was almost palpable. I was sure that between the two of them, Ball would win. But I had to give the little dude credit for being so protective of his master. And who knows? Maybe we’d have a rotisserie parrot for lunch.

“Hmph,” Cannoli turned her head, nose up in the air, and Buttons mirrored her.

There was an open seat between Keke and Cannoli, so naturally, I took it. I offered good mornings to each of the girls with the best smile I could manage. Cannoli spent some time showing me the tricks she’d taught to Buttons so far. Part of me was a little worried. Cannoli seemed more tired than usual, and I wondered if it was because she stayed up late teaching Buttons all those new tricks.

Did she know that Keke left the room, then? I pushed away the thought.

It felt great to sit next to them, though. Helped calm my nerves. Between these two—and Ravyn too, I guess—I didn’t feel like there was much that could come in our way if we were determined. Through the laughter, I would periodically fire a glance in Keke’s direction, taking in every curve of her body. My mind undressed her piece by piece, and judging from the looks she shot back, I imagined she was doing much the same. At least, I hoped so.

“Keh. Well, aren’t you two getting along well?” Ravyn said, smirking. I get that we weren’t exactly covert about it, but I hated how nothing got past her. 

Here we go.

Keke stared at the ground, curling locks of her hair between her fingers. “Maybe we are.”

Whoa, what? That was bold. Way to put us on display.

I opened my mouth to speak but immediately shut it. Between Keke’s comment and my unwillingness to confirm or deny, Ravyn’s smile continued to grow wider and more lecherous.

“Heh. You do the deed?”

“W-wha!” Cannoli squeaked. “Y-y-you did, done, w-what?” Cannoli passed looks between me and Keke, a look of shock on her and Buttons’ faces.

The pink on Keke’s face grew brighter, and suddenly my face grew red hot. “Damn, why is it so hot in here? Maybe we could get some ice?” I said with a laugh.

“We, um, did some stuff,” said Keke.

Oh, god damn it.

“Do we need to replace Keke any time soon?” Ravyn said, stifling a laugh.

“No!” said Keke. “W-we, uh, um, didn’t get that far.”

Cannoli’s shoulders slumped. “W-what, but I-I don’t understand. Words, Keke! Words! Please!”

“Yes, use your words,” Ravyn mused. “Hand gestures work well too,” she said as she motioned her enclosed hand up and down.

“P-please, just stop that,” I begged, covering the lower half of my face with my hand.

“Oh hush, boy.” Ravyn waved her hand as if batting my very words out of the air. “Tell us, darling. What did you do last night?”

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Keke’s gaze darted from one area to the next. As she did, a waitress came to our table, a pitcher of water in her hand. “Refill?”

“No, thank you!” the four of us said in unison.

“S-sorry!” The waitress strolled away timidly to another table a few meters away from us. 

Once she was out of earshot, Keke continued. “That… is our business.”

Thank you, Keke. Really, thank you so much.

As much as I valued my privacy, it was more a matter of pride than anything. I shot a glare in Ravyn’s direction, and I had the distinct feeling she knew exactly what I was afraid of. The last thing I wanted was to be made fun of for how quickly I climaxed. Keke might not have thought it was a big deal, but I’d often heard there was no quicker way to disappoint a girl than to have finished too early—especially if she hadn’t come yet.

I wondered if Keke had just been polite. I had no doubt in my mind that it was a very surprising—and very pathetic—thing to witness. Maybe that was just a testament to what a great girl she was.

“Don’t worry, Cannoli,” Ravyn said with a voice more appropriate for the bedroom than a meal with friends, “I’m sure you’ll get your chance too.”

I didn’t hear any denial from Cannoli. I heard grunting, mumbles, noises of frustration and embarrassment. At no point did she object to Ravyn’s taunt, though. Guess this really was just the way of the world.

“Hey, Cannoli?” I called.

“I-it’s fine!” Was it just me, or did the bags under her eyes get bigger? I thought I caught her mumbling, “I still have a chance.” 

“A-ah.” I had no idea what to say in this situation, but Ravyn just kept on talking.

“He’s not going to want just one flavor all of the time, Cannoli,” Ravyn said, wagging her pointer finger. “He’ll want a taste of you both. Maybe,” she said, bringing her finger to her bottom lip and pulling it down slightly by the tip of her nail, “even both of you at the same time.”

Well, it looks like you’ll be seeing me again soon, Leiana. Maybe that dungeon world is still available for transfer.

“I’m not in a rush to get rid of my friends,” I said.

Ravyn raised her brow. “Nice word choice. Baka.”

“Th-that’s not necessary, Ravyn,” said Keke. The locks of hair around her fingers began to tremble, and I felt a very strong urge to redirect this conversation elsewhere. Anywhere for that matter.

“Look, we can talk about this later,” I suggested. “There are bigger matters at hand, right?”

“Not really,” said Ravyn. “Why do you think men are so valued here?”

“I-I—”

“Don’t undermine it.”

“I wasn’t trying to. I just thought that maybe we could put this on the back-burner for now. We’re here for Bells, Experience, things like that.” Fuck, why couldn’t I calm down? “I want to try some of your tea.”

“Ohhhh?” Ravyn’s expressions were growing increasingly more difficult to read. Her expression reminded me of the deadpan look Ai would give me sometimes. “Well, why don’t you pop open your iPaw then? I’m sure you have another quest by now.”

What the hell? Does she know about the mating quest I got?

“I-I did. There wasn’t anything there.” Good thing she wouldn’t be able to read anything on it. Not that I’d ever let her get her grimy hands on it.

“It’s important we respect Matt’s wishes,” said Cannoli. She and I exchanged looks, turning away as soon as our stares locked. “He’s not going anywhere. And neither am I.” Cannoli suddenly wrapped both her arms around my bicep. “I won’t let you get rid of me!”

What the hell?

“Who said I was getting rid of you? We’re party mates. Friends.”

“The F-word again,” Ravyn said with a shake of her head.

“Say what you want, but I won’t give up so easily,” Cannoli said in a pout. 

Buttons climbed to the top of her head and threw his snout up into the air. What a proud guardian she had.

“H-hey!” Keke cried and copied Cannoli, hugging me tightly at the waist. I had two catgirls with their arms wrapped around me, vying for control of the situation. 

In my opinion, I was no great prize to be won. My brain had no idea how to feel.

I should be thrilled. Girls are fighting over me like a slab of meat. I’ve never felt so objectified in my life, and it feels great.

What I found most interesting, however, was that Ravyn seemed to have no interest in the feud. She just continued to smile, laugh, and make vulgar jokes at my expense. It felt like she knew more than she was letting on, and, to be honest, that got under my skin. I was falling for Keke hard, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to ‘practice’ with her. The idea of bedding multiple girls though? Potentially at once?

I should just go with the flow. Enjoy it for what it is.

They didn’t seem to mind. Now that the cat was out of the bag—literally in this sense—Cannoli and Ravyn were suddenly spouting out things I’d never heard before. Like the possibility of my affections. Which, if their society and culture worked how Keke implied, what did it matter who I slept with first or last? All would be fine so long as I made some babies.

Yeah, I’m okay with this. 

Right?