Fortunately, the threat of groping Alice’s thighs was enough to get her to help Ryouta with setting up a plan for his date with Azalabulia. Then he was able to get Cassandra to help by replacing the ferrets’ litter.

Serra, however, was less interested in helping solely because she was busy watching subtitled videos about alternate history theories. When Alice caught on to what she was watching, she wasn’t exactly pleased about one of the videos discussing what the world would be like without a certain tea-obsessed empire never existing.

While Cassandra decides to get some more sleep and as Serra pretends that she’s paying attention to Alice’s history lesson correcting the video she was watching, Ryouta heads back in-game to kill some time and get work done.

Before he can fully immerse, though, he decides to spend some time with Saya.

“Ready for another day, onii-wan?” Saya asks with a couple of upgrades that make Fenrir extremely happy.

So happy that he can hardly contain himself. His hands are already twitching and wanting to assault her.

“H-hey, onii-wan, I knew you’d like this but that’s a super creepy look in your eyes,” Saya says, stepping away from him.

“You knew that this is how I would react,” Fenrir says.

“That’s victim shaming, onii-wan. You can’t just grope a girl because you think she wants it!”

“Your mouth says no, but the rest of your body says yes,” Fenrir says, pointing to a certain something behind her.

“Th-that’s more victim shaming! It’s not like I can control that thing anyways!” Saya pouts before going “hmph” and turning her head with such force that one of her twintails hits her in the face.

While Saya has her head turned, it gives Fenrir the perfect opportunity to lunge forward, grab onto it, and sit down while pulling her onto his lap.

“Wha-wha-what do you think you’re doing?!” Saya shouts at him as Fenrir fondles and rubs his face against her new, fluffy tail.

“This is the best,” he says with a pleased sigh, burying his face into her bushy tail.

“O-onii-wan, you’re be-being too rough!” Saya whimpers, squirming around within his lap.

One of his hands slides up to the top of her head so that he can fondle the nearest, doglike ear of hers that she now has.

The tsundere-puppy-little-pseudo-sister stiffens and moans when she feels his fingers stroke against her ear.

“Onii-wa-wan… do-don’t you have girlfriends for this so-sort of thing?” Saya asks.

“You’re created based off of my mind, so since you’re kind of like a clone, that just makes this masturbation. Well, whatever the happy-fluffy-feeling equivalent of masturbation is,” Fenrir explains. “But seriously, your ears and tail are even fluffier than mine. This is perfect.”

“I-is it?”

Fenrir doesn’t even notice the fact that she’s pressing herself back against his crotch as he is much too absorbed into the fluffiness of her fluff. “It is. I give this fluff a fifteen out of ten.” Instead of giving her what she really wants, he leans down to rub his face against the back of her free ear.

“Onii-wan… y-you can… if you want… it’s not like I want you to, but… if you want then y-you can do more,” Saya whimpers.

Steam blows out of Fenrir’s ears and nostrils as he handles Saya’s smaller body, flips her over onto her back, and… rubs her belly with one hand while scratching behind her ear with the other.

As much as this isn’t what Saya wants, she knew to expect this and her tail can’t help but to wag from excitement at his odd-but-pleasurable touching.

“On-onii-wan! You’re so weird!” Saya shouts between fits of giggling.

“I will gladly accept any label that you give me if it means I get to do this,” Fenrir explains.

Though, as soon as he slips his hand underneath her shirt so that he can directly rub her belly rather than doing it over her shirt, her hand is quick to slap him in the face.

“I – I didn’t say you could take it that far!” Saya says despite the fact that she was originally giving him permission to take it even farther. “Hmph!”

Fenrir, completely unperturbed by her slap, smiles and says, “Worth it. Fluff is always worth it.”

“My belly isn’t even fluffy!”

“It may not be fluffy, Saya, but you have fluffy ears and a fluffy tail. That makes you, overall, a fluffy puppy girl. Now, every puppy girl, regardless of how fluffy she may or may not be, needs belly rubs. Belly rubs go hand-in-hand with fluff. You’re part me, so you should understand this. I am going to be disappointed if you don’t understand.”

Saya stands up, crosses her arms over her chest, and pouts while swinging her head with enough force to smack him in the face again but with one of her twintails this time. “Baka onii-wan! It’s weird to rub a girl’s belly no matter how fluffy she is!”

“There is nothing weird about rubbing a girl’s belly, even if she is not fluffy at all. All that matters is the fluff on the inside.”

“I have no fluff on the inside! All I have on the inside is coding!”

“Then what matters is the fluff inside of your coding.”

“I’m telling you that there isn’t any!”

“You’re wrong, Saya,” Fenrir says, standing up with a confident pose. “You are part me! If you are part me, then that means the part of me that is so undeniably, powerfully fluffy is also part of you!”

“Wh-what?!”

“Look deep into your programmed soul, Saya. You know that it is true. You know that you have fluff inside of you. There is no denying it.”

“Th-that’s nonsense, onii-wan!”

“Then why do you keep calling me ‘wan,’ and why did you give yourself puppy ears and a puppy tail?”

“On-only for fanservice for you! Since you did a good thing last night! Hmph!”

“That may be part of why you have done this, but we both know that there is more to it. You want to be fluffy, don’t you?”

“N-no way. I’d never want to – I’d never want to be like this just because!”

“Saya, it’s okay to admit it. I’m not going to judge you.”

“Not being judged by you doesn’t mean anything!”

“You’re not wrong, but still. Just embrace your inner fluff – embrace your inner desire to be man’s best friend. Embrace your inner desire to be my best friend!” Fenrir shouts with a much more dramatic and passionate voice than he has any right to be using right now.

In fact, there is practically so much passion flowing out of him that it manifests into a gust of air and blows back Saya’s hair.

Before her stands a true connoisseur of fluff.

“Now, Saya, are you ready?” Fenrir asks, striking a pose as every bit as dramatic as his voice.

“Re-ready for what?” Saya asks before gulping.

Fenrir holds out one of his hands, turned upside down, and says, “Paw.”

In this moment, Saya’s virtual reality breaks down around her. It’s as if all of her tsun-ness has been stripped away to reveal the true dere-puppy-pseudo-little-sister within her. Stars fly by her, galaxies explode and fill space with a myriad of brilliant colors while forming new life, and Saya places her hand on top of Fenrir’s.

“Good girl,” Fenrir says, petting the top of her head with his other hand.

“Wo-woof,” Saya says, officially joining the list of girls that Fenrir has gotten to give him “paw” and say “woof.”

It is in this moment that Fenrir realizes what he must do.

Once his date with Azalabulia is over, Serra and Nell are next for him fluffy-fying.

Before that, though, he gets slapped in the face again.

“You better have appreciated that! Hmph. That’s all the fanservice you’re getting in like, forever!” Saya pouts.

“You’ll be back for more. Nobody can resist the fluff once they have given into it,” Fenrir says, still unphased despite both of his cheeks now glowing red with marks from her hands.

"Hmph!"