Chapter 777: A New Phase Part 13

"...Nyaaa!! P-Pandora!! P-Please! No!!! Please don’t kill me!! I-I’m begging you!! P-Pandora!! Kyaaa!!!" Fanni screams with tears streaming down her face.

"Fanni, stop screaming and crying, it’s just a game," I say, rolling my eyes as the Game Over screen appears because my character killed hers.

"Th-That’s not fair!" She looks at me with a tear-streaked face, sniffling quietly.

"H-How did I lose 86 times?! I-I’m so good at this game!! I-I was g-going to try to enter a tournament, how am I supposed to face my team when I couldn’t beat you even once, and you’re a newbie!!" She says in a devastated tone.

But realistically speaking, it was impossible for her to beat me. To me, the game seems to be in slow motion—I have all the time I want to make decisions and kill her, since it’s a competitive game.

"I-I’ve been playing for 5 years... you’re only playing because I invited you, you don’t even play video games, you didn’t even know how to hold the controller properly a few hours ago!!!"

"You know, that kind of offends me. What does me holding the controller wrong have to do with how I play? I just needed to learn fast." When I say that, she bites her lips.

"Giiiik!! How can you be so perfect at everything!!!... At least you’re getting fat!!!" She says in an offended tone, even though I’m the one who’s supposed to be offended.

"Getting fat?" I get confused by that. I can’t really "get fat"—my body can literally only change proportions if I change it too.

"Yes!! Look here!! It’s all puffed out, I bet you went back for thirds at lunch!!!" She says, touching my belly.

"Oh... ah yes... I did eat a lot..." I tell her as my tail, resting on the couch, presses a button to turn off the vibration so she won’t notice.

’I think I picked a toy that’s too big...’ I touch my belly, feeling the bulge. Fanni has good eyes for noticing my belly, though she didn’t notice it’s a toy.

’Well, it makes no sense for her to think I’m bold enough to use a sex toy for hours while we play.’ I’ve had this inside me for 13 days—I want to test how long it takes to become uncomfortable.

"I think I do need to cut back on food a little," I tell her, and she smiles triumphantly.

’I’ve been killing too many people recently. They started investigating the students, and that’s also pushed lawmakers to create a curfew in nearby neighborhoods, which would cut into my "legally free" time.’

"By the way, Pandora, you’ve had a weird smell lately—did you change your perfume?"

"Yes, do you want to try it?"

"Wehh!! No!! Your new perfume bothers me a little."

’...’ I had to switch perfumes so my sexual fluids wouldn’t be detectable—after all, many of the college students are non-human races like Fanni.

"I’ll switch perfumes then."

"R-Really! S-Sorry, I didn’t mean it stinks, it’s just kind of strong! If you like it, you don’t have to stop."

"No, I don’t like it much. I agree it’s kind of strong. Now, shall we get back to playing?"

"N-No, I don’t want to keep getting beaten at the game I used to love so much. You’ve been making me start to dislike it. But hey, do you want to come with me to the competition—"

"No."

"...Oh."

"Sorry, but I don’t like activities in crowded places." I hate noisy places, because they make me imagine the sweet sound of everyone’s screams being crushed all at once by an immense weight.

The snap of flesh, bones breaking—whenever there’s too much noise, my instincts drive me to try to "change" that sound into something I enjoy.

"Since you don’t want to play anymore, what do you want to do?" I ask her while glancing at the clock on the wall. Only a few days left until we go to the park so she can have that ice cream and we ride the Ferris wheel.

"...P-Pandora... it’s kind of embarrassing to say this, but... what kind of girls do you like—"

"I don’t like girls."

"Huh? Ah... ah... yeah hahaha, sorry for assuming wrong, it’s just that you never show interest in boys!" She tries to play it off, because I know she’s developed a slight interest in me, but I crush that emotion.

I don’t want her to love me. I like our friendship. If she confesses, I’ll turn her down—but then, out of embarrassment, she’d distance herself from me, and I don’t want that. So I destroy that little spark of interest before it becomes a wildfire.

"W-What kind of boys do you like?" She asks in a somewhat nervous tone.

"...Hmmm... strong ones, tall, with well-defined muscles, and a more wild attitude. I like them to be much bigger than me, to make me feel small in bed, like they might crush me." I’m summarizing Mikael.

"W-Wow... s-savage," she says, a bit flustered.

"It’s just personal taste. And you?"

"Ah... well, I think it’s the opposite. I prefer cuter, smaller boys, but ones who are gentle." She’s hiding from me that she’s bisexual, but I don’t try to hint at anything—she’ll talk about what she likes when she’s ready.

"..." When she says that, for a moment an expression of disgust appears on my face, which I manage to hide before she sees. That description reminds me of my "father" in some ways, though not all—that piece of trash I should have made suffer a little longer.

’Ah... this burning hatred in my chest... it really burns...’ I feel my womb being pressed against the toy, which makes me gasp slightly with pleasure from the intense emotions.

"I hope you find someone who will love you and respect you in the future. Do you have a crush in mind already?"

"I-I kind of do—my sister’s friend, but he’s only 17, so honestly it’s weird. My interest cooled off. Like, I had a crush on him, but finding out he’s younger than me genuinely killed it. I want someone my age or a little older."

"Hmmm... Fanni, I recommend you choose only one person you truly consider the love of your life. I don’t want to see you cry because you got hurt." When I say that, she smiles and jumps into my lap.

"Hehehe, your kindness is refreshing." She perks up, rubbing against my waist as she grabs the controller.

"I’ve decided we should play another game. This time I’ll crush you!! I’m picking one I’m really good at, one you’d never beat me at from the start!!" She gets confident as I pull her closer to me.

"Sniff... Sniff..." I gently smell her neck.

"You smell good," I end up murmuring when I catch her scent.

"Thanks!"

’Her blood smells sweet.’ I lick my lips as I adjust the controller sensitivity for the new game.