Beyond this door is Belle. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I felt anxious, we've hung out multiple times before just the two of us, and all those times I felt completely "natural"?..
Yet, right now I feel more nervous than ever.
Is it because I brushed my feelings aside before? And am currently opening up more. Or is it natural to feel this way?
Which one is it.. I wish I knew the answer. Besides it's kind of pointless to think about the answer – pondering about this type of stuff, never gets you anywhere. Because I know that I'll reach an answer I don't like.
Why does truth have to be so harsh on us?
Whatever, I have to step forward to meet my shining maiden. I took a deep breath; relaxed my eyes, before walking into the Arcade.
I walked into the Arcade, there, my eyes were riveted by her. She sat there in the lobby waiting for me patiently. Like a pearl surrounded by sand, she shone brightly to the point I felt like I could only see her – even though there were a handful of people on the first floor.
I gulped and headed towards her, she finally caught my gaze; her glasses were all foggy, and started waving. I want to impregnate her– NO, I did not think that, I'll erase that thought from my head.
Could you even blame me for thinking that? She's wearing a purple dress with a patterned gray zip up jacket, and sandals.
I would seriously drool if I looked at her for too long.
As I got closer, Belle called out to me: "Walk faster BF."
I got right next to her face and whispered: "COULD YOU STOP CALLING ME THAT IN PUBLIC."
Looking closely, her eyes reeled me in. If I could impregnate eyes– Enough.
Belle poked my chest, and uttered: "What, do you prefer to be called? … Perhaps.. lover?~~"
If you expected my face to turn all red and start blushing, and stuttering. Then you are absolutely right.
I uttered: "W-Whatever let's go to the 2nd floor."
Belle chuckled.
She stood up adjusting her glasses, that's so hot.
Belle uttered: "Shall we?" with a smile on her face.
–
On the elevator she clinged onto my arm. I could feel her boobs pressing against me.. one thing that I'd have to note is that her chest has gotten a little bigger. At first it wasn't noticeable but comparing how her boobs felt last time compared to right now, the difference is like dawn and morning; you may not not tell the difference between the two at a first glance, but when you pay attention you can very much feel the difference. I estimate her chest grew by 1.5 centimeters, that alone made a huge difference from last time. As time goes on I wonder how much bigger her boobs will grow… Hold on, why did they grow? It seems unnatural that the chest of an adolescent girl would grow that fast – is it due to genetics? or is due to her vampirization. If I do recall, her chest was about the same size before she became a Vampire even at the start of the school year. Do boobs even grow that fast? or did they slowly grow as time passed. I'm in a dilemma right now, how do I get to the answer.. This is extremely frustrating, if only I had analyzed her boobs more back then.
I cleared my throat and spoke: "Belle, have your .. boobs.. gotten bigger recently?"
Belle tilts her head ever so slightly and utters: "Am I suddenly the heroine constantly facing sexual harassme–" She stood silent before uttering: "Uhm, fan service. But to answer your question my dear Zenith, they've grown by 1.7 cms"
I was close enough, seems like I have a knack for this.
I said: "I see."
Belle stopped clinging to me and put herself against the wall, of course I naturally stood against the wall too.
What followed after that was a silence that echoed in the air.
Dot.. Dot.. Dot.
Belle broke the silence and said: "So how long is your co–"
I said: "Hold your tongue, that's too inappropriate for our show."
Belle said: "Hey, that's not fair! why is that when you talk about MY boobies it's fine! Can't fan service go both ways?!" Gripping her boob with her hand; pointing with the other.
Belle smirked: "Pfft. You wouldn't even have much to boast about in the first place, a dagger like that isn't worth showing off."
I said wise words: "A hidden dagger is deadlier than a drawn sword."
Belle nods: "Oh my.. Poetic indeed. But a dagger is nothing compared to a sword, sure both can kill but one is deadlier than the other."
I nodded: "It's deadliness depends on the technique."
Belle nodded twice: "Afufu. That's a good argument, but a dagger can't cut deeper than a sword." She smirked and terribly held her laugh.
I can't argue with that, damn it she's so clever (and beautiful)
*Ding*
The elevator door opened. It's time to venture into the neon world.
–
My name is Zenith Alciel, and on this particular day I decided to take my vampire girlfriend on a date.
If this were a romcom I'd name it "My Otaku Girlfriend is a Vampire with medium-sized boobs!"
But of course nobody would be able to tell that she's a vampire, since her hair is thick and long enough to cover her pointy ears.
I was so happy that I could even leap and click my fingers every few steps and hum.
Until… I was forced to play Manininya: Rhythm Revolution 67! I have cracked more bones tonight than the elderly population.
NYANANANYANANANA~~
Belle danced like her life depended on it.
I huffed: "... huff.. Belle.. please let's stop–"
Belle dancing happily, sang: "MA-NI-NI-NYA~~ NYANYANYANYANYANYAN~~"
*To the left! Starry star pose!*
Belle, holding a v sign, sang along: "Starry star pose!"
*To the right! Crisscross! Moe moe kyuun!*
Belle did a heart pose: "Moe moe kyuun!~~" She looked at my defeated body on the dance pad, and said: "Woah! I didn't know you liked rhythm games this much."
Why do I have the stamina of a shut in? Despite my girlfriend being the actual shut in, she has more energy than me. I asked Belle, still huffing: "Why are you so good at this stuff..—" I nearly passed out still laying on the dance pad.
I stood up with the handle bar supporting my defeated and frail body. Belle answered: "Oh, that's because I own a dance mat at home and play the game everyday!" She leaned into my face and whispered: "Just so you know.. I'm ranked 1st on the game~" She leaned back and said: "That's also the secret to my amazing body!"
I said: "Are you sure it's not because you're a vampire?"
Belle crossed her arms: "Nope! It's because of my dedication, 100% Belle. Vampire or not, I'd still be beautiful!" She boasted as she pushed back her glasses.
I said: "You'd be fat right now if it weren't for your vampire uh.. biology, metabolism or whatever."
Belle: "You're wrong, I'd still be beautiful as ever even if I were an elf or a demi-human! And to clarify I mean as a horse demi-human. Neigh Neigh."
I said: "You sleep all day like a bear at home, you don't work out, you eat mostly junk food and have up to 6 different snacks everyday, and you skip breakfast everyday because you sleep late in the morning." I scoffed: "I mean have you seen a fat vampire before?"
Belle said: "If you keep pissing me off.. I'm gonna suck your blood dry, and then feast upon your flesh."
I scoffed yet again, uttering: "What on my lips?" Generational– No, Centennial rizz!
Belle muttered: "Tsk, stop teasing me like that, unless you really.. want me to.." She twirled her fingers.
I remarked: "Do you really think I'll fall for that act? You have no sense of romance, you don't know what true love is!"
Belle said: "Huh? Love? Oh yeah, right! I know love. The convenience store was selling it."
I exclaimed: "They were selling it at the convenience store?!"
Belle proudly said: "Yup, for 860 yen!"
I mumbled: "Wasn't it sold for 298 yen? That's a bit overpriced."
Belle said: "Talking money aside, why don't you treat me to dinner?"
I said: "Instant ramen, take it or leave it."
Belle licked her lips: "I wouldn't mind that at all."
I rolled my eyes: "Whatever, let's go play something else."
Belle looked at me confused, saying: "But I'm hungry? shouldn't we go eat?"
I said: "If you're hungry then suck on my blood" I gestured to my neck.
Belle looking ecstatic leaned into my face, wait a kiss?! right here and now??!
Belle whispered: "Don't mind me…"
I closed my eyes in anticipation.
"Peropero~, lick lick."
Why does my cheek feel kind of wet? I opened my eyes to see her tongue on my cheek. I could write three pages worth of a monologue about how I feel on my cheek being licked, but I'll keep it rather short to only a single word–; Hot.