Better Together

Chapter 3. High Elf Bitch Vs Angry Angsty Werewolf

A/N: Really need to note this, when the [message] spell/skill is cast, the message is not a convenient private mental link between the two, both parties have to speak to communicate, which means bystanders can hear at least one side of the conversation. So none of that too convenient telepathic crap in this story.

I'm finally not so busy anymore, plus, time actually helped me realize the path I want for this story to take, so it was a good worthwhile break.

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Bonus: Herohero's heart to heart with Solution

"After you, Solution," Herohero said giddily as he gestured for the busty maid, Solution to come inside his dimly lit bedroom.

The interior design looked vast and luxurious, though it was quite vacant in the decoration department. Of course, minus the few essential furniture's and build ins any typical room needs, like a changing area, personal bathroom, and magically lit lanterns hanging on the walls to see. Still, one thing that stood out the most was the massive bed standing at the back of his room, his favorite piece.

Solution dutifully made her way inside, her plastic smile never leaving her sensual white girl features as she turned and did a quick bow to him, hands clasped together as she awaited his next command.

The elder ooze nodded in satisfaction before shutting the door behind him in a hurry, not wanting to waste any more of the precious minutes he had left inside the game. On the same note, he had told Momonga he would be back in the throne room before the shutdown. Still, he was trying his damn hardest to stay awake.

As if on cue, he let out a reflexive yawn, followed by scratching his 'chin' out of mere habit, as his eyes threatened to close. He really wasn't sure how long he could take staying forcibly awake like this, and yet, that wasn't going to stop him from accomplishing what he came here to do.

Yes, no matter what, right now he was extremely determined to follow through with something he occasionally used to do way back when he had a lot more energy and time, exclusively with his sexy French mini-skirted maid. Well, it's bound to happen when one just figures out just what kind of level of immersion a current VR game can dish out, and obviously, he would take advantage of one of the only upsides of living in the year 2138, he would experience a full on VR girlfriend simulator.

"Solution, please, follow me," he said, sounding a tinge bit timid with his order.

It has been quite a while since he had talked alone with a 'woman' after all, not to mention, the order he was going to give her next, despite it being just a game, never failed in making him feel self-conscious and cringy after he finished.

The voluptuous and skimpily dressed maid followed him to the left side of his bed where he stood. "N-now, lay down on the bed... p-please," he ushered meekly, feeling like a huge dork by the way he said it.

His cheeks felt warmer than before as he stared dumbly as the maid followed his command, her full figure on display in the bed like a prepped-up meal, black panties were just frustratingly visible, and her weepy blue eyes were easy to get lost in. He was certain if the game allowed it, there would be a tint of pinkish red etched on his cheeks right about now.

He hurried to her opposite side, a part of him knowing that he was playing it dangerously by doing this, and risking getting kicked out if he tried anything sexual, but he was confident nothing like that would happen since he had done this a few times before. Still, it seems the feeling of shame never went away even after all these years...

They both rested their heads on their respective pillows, though the picture of a beautiful woman laying on a large bed next to a black purplish slime seemed rather comical in contrast. Both of them stared at the dimly lit chandelier in comfortable silence, though realistically, he was aware that only one of them could actually formulate words in the end. Herohero moved his head slowly in her direction, his eyes landing on her soft lips first, before he went to admire her neatly curled blonde hair, and of course, he moved his eyes down to her bountiful cleavage, before hitting the mark on her visibly soft looking thighs.