This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder than Expected (A Futa LitRPG)

3.22 Date Discussions

Fortunately, Maddy didn't know how much of an embarrassment Zoey had made of herself. Zoey returned to the training room mostly composed, and after a brief bout of awkwardness—both of them knowing Zoey had been pleasured, but not addressing it—they resumed their studies.

Maddy spent some time teaching Zoey how to read spell formulas using the notations in her spellbook. It was straightforward, but not easy. She made decent progress. Or, so Maddy said. Zoey didn't get close to manifesting the spell. It always fizzled. But it 'fizzled less than at the start', according to Maddy's semi-encouraging words.

Working on a new spell meant more mana wasted ... Zoey needed to be topped off a few more times. Fortunately, they weren't as much of a disaster as the first. Rosalie attended to her eagerly, whenever her cock sprung up—with suspicious speed, even, as if she were waiting around for it to happen—but Zoey made sure not to get hard until she reached the bathroom.

As the practice day wrapped up, Zoey found herself broaching a subject she'd been considering asking Maddy for advice with.

"So," Zoey said. "This is off topic, but can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"I'm ... going on a date. And since," she waved vaguely at her head, indicating her amnesia, "all of that, I need some advice."

Maddy blinked rapidly, then a grin split her face. "A date!" She shuffled up to Zoey with bright eyes. "With who? What'd'you have planned?" She leaned forward eagerly, hanging on Zoey's response.

It was a more excited reaction than Zoey had expected. It was a good thing Maddy was that kind of girl, Zoey supposed, who loved talking romance. She'd be able to help Zoey out. Plus, the enthusiasm was hard not to match; Maddy's outward excitement was exactly what Zoey felt whenever she thought about her upcoming date with Rosalie, even if Zoey wasn't the kind of person to be vibrating like Maddy was.

"Rosalie," Zoey said. "The other teammate. We mentioned her, right?"

Maddy's eyes widened. There was a brief pause—Zoey couldn't guess why—but the enthusiasm surged back a second later. "That's so fun! You two are girlfriends?"

"Well," Zoey said, cheeks coloring at the word, "no, not yet. This'll be our first."

Maddy gasped.

"So you can see why it's important," Zoey said, a bit amused at Maddy's theatrics. Except they seemed genuine reactions, not exaggerated in the slightest. Or, not intentionally exaggerated. "And I have a few plans, but I'm a bit lost. It's hard to plan a date when I can barely remember how the world works."

"Yeah, I bet." A steely determination crossed Maddy's face, which had Zoey blinking with how fast it appeared. "Then, I'm at your disposal. Ask anything."

Zoey had thought it the moment she'd seen Maddy's bright and innocent face, but the image had been cemented throughout the past few hours: Maddy was just a cheerful, enthusiastic person. She wanted to help, genuinely. It was disarming how free she was with her kindness, and it was enormously endearing.

Zoey had had a side-mission with these training sessions to determine if Maddy would be a good fit on the team, personality wise, and her answer—so far, at least—was a resounding yes. She supposed a few hours wasn't enough time to get to know someone for real, but how couldn't Zoey like Maddy?

"I've got a few things planned out," Zoey said. "Rosie's a bit ... uptight." She loved that girl, but—

Er. Loved? Where had that word come from, so easily? Zoey liked that girl. Best to avoid ... that other word ... for now. Moving way too fast.