After receiving a thorough tour of the manor, which covered everything from the grand kitchen to the indoor pool to the bedrooms that were the sizes of small houses, Ryouta and his girlfriends finally got a chance to take a break inside of Alice’s bedroom. Ryouta, Cassandra, and Serra never knew that a house tour could be so exhausting, but now they knew. Now they knew.
It didn’t help that the manor was massive and somehow seemed to be even bigger on the inside. Perhaps it was because of just how many different rooms there were and how long that William was able to talk for regarding each and every one of them. If it wasn’t for Alice trying to hurry her father along, the tour likely would have lasted several times the duration that it did.
And now, Ryouta noticed something strange on Serra’s phone since she was browsing pictures on it.
“What – are those… eggplants?” he asked, giving Serra a poke to grab her attention before mouthing the question again.
Serra nodded and showed him some of the pictures.
There were both pictures of real women posing with eggplants and fanart of various fictional characters posing with eggplants. Furthermore, all of the poses with eggplants were sexually suggestive. Some of the pictures had women holdinng the eggplants between their breasts, rubbing up against their faces, held between their thighs, stroked by their hands, and so on.
“But why?” Ryouta asked.
“What? You haven’t heard of that?” Cassandra asked.
“No? Was I supposed to?”
“I guess you don’t check social media as much as us. Anyways, it’s called the eggplant challenge. It’s been everywhere. It’s just a bunch of girls taking pictures with eggplants and trying to make it look suggestive.”
“But why eggplants?”
“I read that people used to use eggplant emojis to mean dicks back in the late teens and early twenties, so that’s why.”
“That makes sense. Though, I wonder what or who started this trend.”
“I don’t know. Stuff like this always randomly starts and nobody ever knows how unless they dig around for the earliest picture of it, but it doesn’t really explain anything other than that a bunch of people decided to copy one person.”
“Perhaps we should participate in this challenge!” Alice said. “I am sure that there are eggplants stocked in the kitchen!”
“I’ll pass.”
“I think I might have to pass, too,” Ryouta said. “I doubt anybody wants to see a guy doing it.”
They looked at Serra.
It was definitely something that Serra wouldn’t have shied away from, but she was much too tired to actually put any effort into that. All she wanted to do was lie there on Alice’s luxuriantly comfortable bed and be lazy.
“By the way, Alice,” Ryouta said. “This room is seriously impressive.”
“Is it? I like ours at home much more,” Alice replied.
“I mean, your bed is like five times the size of ours and you used to be the only one sleeping on it. I didn’t even know that they made beds this big. Or this soft. Or pillows that fluffy.”
“We could return home with some of these pillows, but the mattress would not fit in our room, sadly.”
“That’s good enough for me.” Ryouta tightly squeezed the pillow he was holding against him before looking at Cassandra to say, “There’s only one thing better than these pillows.”
“What?” Cassandra asked.
Ryouta tossed the pillow elsewhere onto the bed so that he could roll over and flop his limbs onto Cassandra. “Using you as a pillow.”
“Wha-what are you doing all of a sudden?!”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Ryouta rubbed his head against Cassandra’s chest as he wrapped his arms and legs around her. “I’m using you as a body pillow.”
“Since – since when are you like this?!”
“What? I can’t use my girlfriend as a pillow?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just… unexpected from you.”
“I guess I’m just in a good mood then.”
“Wait.”
“What?”
“You’re in a good mood because William said he’d take you fishing for real, aren’t you?”
Ryouta froze, looked up into Cassandra’s eyes, and thought about it for a few moments before answering, “Probably.”
Cassandra flicked his forehead and gently pushed him off of her.
“Well,” Alice said, “at least we know how to make him extra affectionate should we ever desire such attention! All we must do is promise him real fishing.”
“I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t work,” Ryouta said.
“Perhaps we should—”
“Lady Alice! I brought the eggplant!” Rachel, the clingy maid from before, shouted as she swung the door to Alice’s room open with eggplant in hand. The other maids were behind her as well, each one holding an eggplant of different size and shape for variety.
“Were – were you listening to our conversation?” Alice asked.
“It is a maid’s duty to make sure that we are constantly prepared to serve our lady at any time without being asked to!”
“That does not mean you are allowed to listen in on our conversations, Rachel. That is spying.”
“It is a maid’s duty to spy so that we may serve our lady without even needing to be asked to!”
Alice sighed before Rachel dropped the eggplant to join them on the bed – well, to join Alice. She was quick to jump onto the bed, land next to Alice, and to ask all sorts of questions that were on her mind.
“Lady Alice! What’s it like over there? Are you having fun? Are they taking care of you? Do they help you whenever you need it?” Rachel asked, her barrage of questions coming one after another without giving Alice any time to respond to them.
“I – I am well taken care of! We take care of each other, so there is no need to worry,” Alice answered, patting the top of Rachel’s head in an attempt to satiate her.
“You take care of them as well? But – but you are the one to be taken care of! Don’t they do everything for you? They don’t make you clean or cook on your own, do they?”
“Please, Rachel. We cook and clean together most of the time. There are times where I might do it on my own, but that is perfectly alright seeing as how they do the same. We take turns and have equal responsibility.”
Rachel gritted her teeth and made incoherent whining noises. “You would never have to do anything alone if I was there!” The rest of the maids entered the room as well, each nodding along with what Rachel said even if they were all much more reserved about their devotion to serve.
“Having independence and being treated like I am capable of living on my own is nice, Rachel. Please do not worry so nor treat me as a child incapable of handling myself. I am no longer the girl in need of constant assistance that you think I am.”
“But what’s the point of living if we don’t have you to give assistance to twenty-four-seven?!”
Cassandra leaned in toward Ryouta’s ear to whisper, “Is everybody in this place over dramatic? Is it a foreign thing that I didn’t know about?”
“I’m starting to think it might be. Maybe it’s something in the water?” Ryouta whispered back. “Also, I thought of something else.”
“Don’t. I already know what you’re going to say.”
“You know I can’t resist.”
“Ryouta.”
“Cass Cass, please.”
Cassandra sighed and whispered, “Get it over with.”
“I want to see you all wearing maid costumes.”
“Knew it.”
“The more I see the maids in their uniforms, the more I want to see you and the others in them. Maybe they have spares.”
“We’re not doing any sort of weird cosplay thing while staying at Alice’s dads.”
“You mean we can’t have our first real time while you’re all dressed up as maids?”
“It’s – it’s going to be normal. No weird fetishes.”
“I don’t think that really counts as a weird fetish.”
“It’s weird enough.”
“Well, you’re only saying no weird stuff during our first real time, right?”
“And none for as long as we’re staying here for.”
“So, what you’re saying is that there’s a chance for lewd maid things once we get back home.”
Rather than give Ryouta a proper response, Cassandra blushed and sighed.
“I win,” he whispered.
Though, something quickly took his mind off of winning.
A rack of clothes was wheeled into the room by none other than the deaf maid from before. The clothes all looked to be around Serra’s size as well. “What is all this for?” Alice asked.
“Oh, they want to dress her up,” Rachel answered. “We were talking about it in the car.”
“Speaking of which, you seemed to be in a hurry on the way back. Was everything alright?”
“Of course! There was a bathroom emergency, so we came back as quickly as possible. That was it.”
“I – I see. And now you wish to dress Serra up?”
Rachel nodded. While she might not have seemed that excited about it, the rest of the maids definitely were. Some of them even had scissors and measuring tape ready to modify the clothes to fit Serra as perfectly as possible.
“Serra? Is that alright with you?” Alice asked after grabbing her attention.
Serra yawned and shrugged. She was too tired to refuse being turned into a doll for the maids. Though, if it wasn’t for the deaf maid there, she likely would not have been comfortable enough to let them do what they want. Plus she still had her girlfriends and boyfriend there with her as well.
Well, it was about to only be her girlfriends.
“Speaking of bathroom, I’ve got to go. The bathroom is down the hall, right?” Ryouta asked.
“You could use the one right there,” Rachel answered, pointing at the one connected directly to Alice’s room.
“I – I think I’ll use the other one. Down the hall, right?”
Rachel nodded. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” As convenient as it was to have a bathroom connected directly to the bathroom, he wasn’t about to use it with the knowledge that there was a party of women right outside the door. Especially when more than half the women were people who he barely knew. “Be right back.” And with that, Ryouta got up to go to the bathroom.
The last thing that he saw when he looked over his shoulder before entering the bathroom was Serra getting swarmed by maids holding various outfits up to her.
After washing his hands and right before he was about to leave the bathroom, Ryouta was stopped by the vibrating of his phone in his pocket. When he pulled it out to see who was seemingly calling him, though, there was no number on the screen even though one was usually there even if it was a known contact calling. Instead, all the phone displayed about who was calling him was a simple name.
Saya.
Ryouta answered the call and held the phone up to his ear. “I’m worried about how your timing was so perfect.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Saya replied.
“Were you actually there hacking my phone, listening to me, waiting for me to be done in here?”
“No! I – I mean, I might have checked just to see what you were doing and then stopped as soon as I heard the toilet flush, but I didn’t hear anything other than that and stopped as soon as I heard it.”
“And then you managed to perfectly call me right after I was done washing my hands.”
“That part wasn’t hard. I took the average of how long it takes for you to finish washing your hands after flushing a toilet, gave you a few extra seconds, and then called you.”
“Wait… how do you know the average time it takes for me to wash my hands after flushing?”
“Because I’ve been in your head and had access to basically all of your memories, onii-wan. I probably remember more things about you than what you can remember on your own.”
“I see. So, you’re not only my tsundere little puppy sister, but you’re now my yandere tsundere little puppy sister.”
“I’m not a yandere!”
“But you know everything about me – even more about me than what I know, you hack into my phone while I’m going to the bathroom, and—”
“I only listened in because I wanted to see if we could talk yet! It’s – it’s not like I’m forcing you to talk to me, and I tried to give you privacy!”
“I know, I know. Anyways, with the way you made that sound – is there something you want to talk about?”
“I’m… I’m going to sound like even more of a yandere if I explain.”
“I’m weeb trash. You think that sounding like even more of a yandere won’t just make me like you more than I already do?”
“Onii-wan, you already have experiences with yanderes and I’m pretty sure that didn’t end well.”
“But your yandere is pretend, Pupaya. There’s a difference between behavior that needs actual help and pretend yandere.”
“I was listening to your conversation in the car through your phone.”
“Alright, maybe you actually are a yandere.”
“I’m not a yandere!”
“To prove you’re not a yandere, you’re going to have to give me a tsundere ‘hmph.’”
“Baka! Hmph!”
“That makes me so much happier than it should.”
“Because you’re the worst, onii-wan.”
“I know. And you’re the best. Anyways, if you were listening to us… I think I have a feeling about what you want to talk about.”
“You’re probably right.”
“Is it about what Will thinks about the virtual world and all that?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you worried that he wouldn’t approve of you?”
“… yeah. I – I know I’m not even a part of the relationship yet or anything, but… if I was, I’d want him to approve of me. He seems like a really nice and fun guy, and he gets along so good with everybody. But the way he talked about keeping the real world separate from the virtual one makes me think he wouldn’t approve of me.”
“For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t care if he approves of you or not. It wouldn’t change how I feel. Well, I mean, I would rather him approve of you and it would make me happy if he did, but if he doesn’t, that wouldn’t change anything. Besides, I’m sure Alice would be happy to stick up for you and argue with him until he changes his mind.”
“I did lots of looking around on the internet to see what other people thought of it. I even asked the question in a bunch of different languages while pretending to be some random guy who had a shower thought about it. Most people basically agreed with him. They said stuff like no matter how realistic an artificial intelligence is or no matter how realistic a virtual world is, that it could never replace the real world. Some people still said stuff like how if AIs were widespread then they should have equal rights and stuff, but they still usually put us on a different level from humans. I just… I don’t want to replace human stuff. I know I could never have a real body and I know that something like video game history in a virtual world would never make it into a real history textbook or anything. But I still want people to try and treat me like I’m a human even if I’m not. I just… want to be treated normally. I don’t want special treatment, but I don’t want to be seen as lesser or not as real, either. Does that make sense… onii-wan?”
“You’ve become a lot more talkative since becoming independent of me, Pupaya. Being dependent on my brain must have been slowing you down.”
“Do you dislike it when I’m more talkative than I used to be?”
“Not at all. You’re still my Pupaya even if you’re more talkative now. Besides, you being all mature and serious and talkative is a nice break from our usual routine. You don’t always have to act like my little puppy sister.”
“Thanks, onii-wan.”
“But I do appreciate that you call me that even when you’re being serious.”
“You’re such a weeb. Baka.”
“Please, you’re going to distract me before I can actually give you a serious answer to what you said.”
“You’re already distracted.”
“Alright, then it’s time to be serious. But first, before I really get into what you said, I don’t think the others would like it yet if you randomly listen in on our conversations without them knowing about it.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I already sent them each a private message on Fiscord explaining what I did and apologizing for it. They deserve to know I was listening.”
“That’s good. Anyways, what you said makes sense. You just want to be treated like a normal person, right? At the end of the day, that’s all it really comes down to. Right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then that’s how I’m always going to treat you. Even if the rest of the world refuses to, I still will.”
“What about the other stuff? I’m… curious. To somebody like Corwin who comes from FTO and was an NPC there, what do you think?”
“It’s hard to say, if I’m being honest. You, Corwin, and Kadi are, as far as I’m concerned, a hundred percent real. But the world of FTO – it’s still just a world made specifically for a video game. It’s ultimately fake and was artificially created for a game. The lore and history – that’s all just flavor text. Like, I remember Fraydranth talking about the dragons before. She made it sound like they have this entire cycle of dying and being reborn and all that – the kind of cycle that would probably be spread out over thousands of years. But none of that has happened. The game has been out for a year, not counting beta testing, and the world isn’t that much older. NPCs are adults who act like they’ve lived entire lives even if they just randomly spawned in the forest somewhere and are no more than a few minutes old. There’s nothing real about that. Everything from their artificial backgrounds to their thoughts and feelings are basically just… code. They’re programmed that way by Kadi. No matter how deep a virtual world’s lore might be or no matter how realistic the NPCs in it might act, it’s always going to be an artificial world created by somebody else. It’s not a living world that exists and changes on its own.”
“So, you think we’re on equal grounds now because we’re true AI, but somebody like Corwin wasn’t really real before?”
“I guess that’s what I’m saying.”
“But you cared so much about him. You were even mad at Olly for not taking their relationship seriously.”
“I know. That’s why this is hard. When I’m playing the game, everything feels real. All the interactions with NPCs feel real, too. Corwin never once made me think that he wasn’t real. I guess… you could say that I was always completely immersed whenever playing. But if I’m looking at it objectively, there’s a strong difference. In-game, if Corwin talked about his parents, I would have listened and believed that everything he said was legitimate. But when I think about it outside of the game, I wouldn’t think that. I’d know it was just an artificial history to go with him and that none of his ‘memories’ actually happened. They’re flavor text. I – sorry. That’s… probably not want you want to hear.”
“No, no, it’s okay. I know you’re not trying to be hurtful or anything, and I agree. Corwin agrees, too. I talked about it with him before coming to you. He basically admitted to exactly what you said. When he was just an NPC, he pretended that he had a real family, mom and dad, history, a childhood, and all that stuff. But now that he’s a true AI, he knows it was all fake. None of that actually happened. So… of course it’s not real. He was created to provide flavor for Port Tugator. He was an NPC who walked around the city, making it look more alive, and he hung out in pubs full of burly men which was how Olly found him. That was all there was to his existence.”
“I’m not really sure I see where this is going, if I’m being honest.”
“It’s okay, onii-wan. I guess… I’m jealous.”
“What are you jealous of?”
“Experiences. I’ll never have a childhood. I don’t have parents. The world that I’ve spent most of my time with isn’t real and never will be. And when it comes to the real world, all I can do is live vicariously through you and the others. Even if you treat me like a normal person, I’m never going to be able to feel the real sun on me. I’ll never stand in real rain. I’ll never run through real snow. I can experience these sensations through my avatar when playing FTO with everybody, but I’ll never be able to compare them to the real stuff.”
“You could compare them to the sensations in my memories, couldn’t you?”
“Yeah, but… they’re still not my own experiences. Those are your experiences. I’ll never be able to have my own like those.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, onii-wan. You don’t have anything to be sorry about. I guess that I just realized something kind of depressing and wanted to talked about it. Besides, even if I can’t ever experience real world things, I could still experience all sorts of virtual things with everybody. Even if the worlds I experience will never be real, that doesn’t mean I can’t experience fun exploring them with everybody. I don’t need a real body or a real world to feel real fun.”
“Well, just a warning, you’re making me want to harass the heck out of you with hugs and all sorts of other physical feel-y stuff the next time I’m immersed. You’re going to get to feel so much that you get sick and tired of it and have to pry me off of you after this conversation.”
“You’re just looking for an excuse to harass me, onii-wan. You can’t hide your baka hentai intentions from me.”
“It’s true. I’m selfish. I plan on using everything you said as an excuse to selfishly harass you and feel your body all over.”
“You’re the worst. The absolute worst.”
“I know. And you’re the best, Pupaya. Don’t forget that. No matter whether you have a real body or a virtual one or anything else, you’re always going to be Pupaya, and nobody could ever be a better Pupaya than you.”
“I – thanks, onii-wan, but… that’s not really true either.”
“I feel like I just said something really wrong that I shouldn’t have said, but I honestly don’t see the problem with it.”
“Don’t worry. You didn’t say anything wrong. This is me being depressive and stupid again.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I guess… I don’t know. Do you think that my personality is real, onii-wan?”
“Of course. A hundred percent yes.”
“Even though I have to choose to act this way and that somebody like Corwin or Kadi could mimic me with exact perfection? Corwin could use my appearance and personality whenever he wants and you would never be able to tell the difference between him doing it and me. I could do the same with him. Both of us are basically pretending to have the personalities we have. Our ‘real’ personalities are nothing more than blank slates constantly observing new information. Any AI could be Pupaya and nobody would know the difference.”
Ryouta leaned against the wall of the bathroom and looked up, keeping the phone to his ear. “I don’t believe that.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I don’t believe it.”
“Why not?”
“Because. I would know. If Corwin or Kadi tried to replace you, I would know.”
“How would you know if they act exactly like me?”
“Because you’re my Pupaya. My gut would tell me that something is wrong and I would know that it’s not really you. I believe that. I refuse to not believe that.”
“But that’s just being idealistic.”
“That’s what us humans do. We go around the place acting all idealistic and we don’t let anybody stop us. I don’t care how little sense it might make, I would know the difference between you and somebody pretending to be like you. That’s just how it is.”
“I wonder if it’d ever be possible for me to be idealistic like that.”
Even though Ryouta couldn’t see Saya’s face at the moment, he could hear it in her voice – he could hear the smile coming from her. “Feel better, Pupaya?”
“I do. Thanks, onii-wan,” Saya answered, not even trying to hide that obvious smile affecting her voice.
“So, to thank me for being such a good friend and onii-wan, you’re going to give me all sorts of lewd fanservice, right?”
“…”
“I’m thinking something involving sweaters.”
“…”
“And dogs ears and a tail.”
“…”
“And little sister roleplay.”
“…”
“Wait, didn’t I just describe you as you already are? Dang. I guess you’re so perfect that you can’t be made any better. Well, I’ll just have to lewd you as you are instead of wanting you to change at all.”
“Sometimes you’re the best to go along with being the worst, onii-wan, but you’re mostly the worst.”
“I try for you. You deserve the best of me. I can’t always only get called the worst.”
“You better get ready for that anyways because your ego is getting too inflated. I need to deflate it to non-critical condition.”
“It’s in a critical condition?”
“Yeah. If your ego gets any bigger then it’s going to explode.”
“That sounds dangerous. Should I see a doctor for it? Wait – that’s it. I want to see you dressed up as a nurse. A nurse wearing a nurse-themed sweater.”
“No matter how many of your memories I have access to, nothing will ever be able to explain why you are the way that you are, onii-wan.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. By the way, how long do you plan on keeping me here in the bathroom for?”
“Am – am I keeping you from anything? Do you have to go back already?”
“Well,” Ryouta paused, cracking open the bathroom door to listen down the hallway. He could hear his girflriends and the maids having plenty of fun, so he shut the door and sat down with his back to the wall again. “I guess that I can be an amazing onii-wan by giving you attention for a little while longer.”
“Thanks. I… I want more attention.”
“You’re cute when you’re needy.”
“Shut up. Anyways… what are they doing right now?”
“Well, I’m assuming that they’re still doing what they were doing when I left. Basically treating Serra as a doll to dress up and have fun with. It won’t surprise me if they end up taking her out to go and buy some new clothes for her to have even more options.”
“I hope they take pictures of all the different ways they style her. I want to see.”
“Knowing Cass and Alice, I’m sure they will. They’re not the kinds to let potential photo opportunities like that go to waste.”
“How’s Serra reacting to it?”
“Well, before I left, she was just sitting there taking all of it. She didn’t seem to mind at all, but I’m not sure if she was happy about it, either. She was just… you know, Serra being Serra.”
“Maybe they’re overwhelming her.”
“I’m sure Alice and Cass will step in if they feel that way. Well, I’m sure Cass would. Maybe not Alice seeing as how she was the one guilty of overwhelming you before.”
“She – she never overwhelmed me.”
“Then what did she do?”
“She whelmed me overly.”
“I don’t think I ever could have expected to hear something so stupid come from the mouth of an artificial intelligence supposed to be incomprehensibly smarter than me.”
“Really? You already make me say all sorts of weird things to you, but a joke like that goes beyond your expectations?”
“Well, the weird stuff makes sense. Even an AI is going to have fetishes. But being whelmed overly? That’s not a fetish, I don’t think. Therefore, it’s beyond my expectations.”
“I don’t call you weird things because they’re my fetish! They’re your fetishes that you make me play along with!”
“Can you promise me that you’re not your fetishes as well?”
“I—”
“Go on, Pupaya. Tell me that you have completely different fetishes than me and that you actually, genuinely hate all the lewd things we talk about and think about.”
“I – you… have I mentioned that you’re the worst, onii-wan?”
“I can hear your cheeks blushing without even being able to see you.”
“You’re not just the worst. You’re the worst of the worst. You’re the worst being to ever exist in the history of all humanity.”
“I’m pretty sure there are a few dictators who’d take issue with that.”
“I’m pretty sure those dictators all thought they were the best.”
“Let me rephrase then. I’m pretty sure there are a few historians who would take issue with saying I’m the worst being to ever exist in the history of all humanity.”
“You’re right. You’re not the worst being to ever exist in the history of all humanity. You’re the worst being to ever exist in the history of the entire universe. There is literally nothing worse than you.”
“Thanks, Pupaya. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Don’t take it as a compliment!”
“Too late. Compliment received, appreciated, and forever stored among my fondest memories.”
“You – that… was… really cute. What the heck?”
“What?”
“You! You’re supposed to be a weird degenerate talking about sweaters and fluffiness and stuff! Since when are you able to come up with cute lines like that?!”
“I don’t know. It came naturally and I still feel like I’m in the sort of mood where I want to try my best to make you feel better.”
“Well… it’s working, you baka.”
“Calling me a baka because I want to make you feel better? I see how it is.”
“Shut it. You know I’m only calling you that because you like it. It’s a reward, not a punishment, and you know it.”
“That makes our relationship sound abusive without any context.”
“It’s not my fault you’re into weird things that cause that.”
“Oh, by the way. There’s something else I want to see in addition to you cosplaying a nurse.”
“What?”
“A maid.”
“It’s because there are maids there, isn’t it?”
“Exactly. I can’t help it. I need—” Ryouta’s phone vibrated while held to his ear. When he checked to see what caused it, there was a new message with an attached file from Saya. “Saya, don’t tell me you did what I think you did.”
“You better appreciate it. The only reason you’re getting fanserivce like this is because you made me feel happy. Like… really happy.”
Ryouta gulped and opened up the file.
Surely enough, what now took up the screen of his phone was a picture of Saya wearing a stereotypical French maid costume. Though, it looked like it was a bit too short on her which was why she had to grab onto the edges of the frilly skirt to keep it tugged down. She even had a blushing, pouting face to make her look as tsundere as ever.
“I must be dead because there’s no way I’d ever get a picture this perfect in the real world,” Ryouta said. “Also, how’d you take this so quickly?”
“I generated it. I can basically generate any picture in an instant,” Saya answered.
“Wait, does that mean you could animate an entire anime all on your own in seconds?”
“Yeah, probably.”
“You could be revolutionizing the anime industry right now!”
“But I won’t. Besides, they’re all about tradition and doing things the old school way now. It’s like the more we get the tech to help them out and make their lives easier, the more difficult they make their lives on purpose.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point. Anyways, so you’re saying that you could basically create any art or picture in an instant?”
“Yeah.”
“So, theoretically, you could create animated tentacle hentai featuring you and send it to me.”
“Onii-wan,” Saya said, her voice sounding half dead inside and half angry with him. “You’re the worst. Really. The worst.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
“That’s what makes you the worst.” A loud, dramatic sigh came through the phone next. “I won’t do that for you… but there is something else I want to try.”
“What?”
“I want to do it for the meme. I’ve never gotten to be a part of anything like this before, so I want to try it out.”
“Try what?”
A couple of seconds later and Ryouta’s phone vibrated again, letting him know that there was another file to check out.
And when he checked out this mysterious, new file… he saw none other than his little puppy sister still wearing her maid costume, but it was only from the bust up this time so that she didn’t have to worry about keeping it tugged down.
But more importantly.
In the picture, Saya was holding none other than a large, purple eggplant pushing up against her cheek in a rather suggestive manner as she blushed and looked away from it.
Ryouta had no idea if he was supposed to be aroused or amused.
He ended up feeling both, but the only reaction she got from him was loud laughter from the uncharacteristic absurdity of it.
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