The twins weren’t at much less of a loss for words than Aila, and Shiroi was starting to sweat after her attempt to just smooth over the reveal failed. She could tell that the poor golem was in a state of great emotional vulnerability right now, and that was all the more reason why she found herself frozen as well, not knowing what to say or do. Ironically, she would’ve been much better with this when she was much younger, when she served as the anchor to keep both herself and her sibling sane during their time in the cult. Years of isolation afterwards from the trauma and her bedridden condition, and her social skills had largely deteriorated for anyone outside of Kuroi, at least in such moments that required delicacy over straightforward brashness.
It was instead Kuroi who took the initiative to act, pushing hesitation aside as she felt like the poor golem was about to pop several circuits if this tension keeps up. Sitting down beside Aila, the neko gave her a gentle hug, one soothing hand petting the unstable golem. “
It’s alright, shh. Please, calm down, alright? We’re not upset, just a little surprised, that’s all. Let’s just all settle down first, and then we can talk about this if you want, alright?” Kuroi reassured. The most important thing right now was to bring Aila back down to a more rational mind state.
Seeing a lead to follow, Shiroi tried to clear her mind as well and sat down on the other side of Aila, after reverting her weapon to ring form, though she merely placed a reassuring hand on the golem’s own hand to support her. “
Yeah, we’re not mad, don’t misunderstand that. I’m kinda, uh, flattered even. But yeah, we should all calm down first before talking about stuff like this. Deep breaths, Aila. …I don’t know if that’ll help a golem, but try it. Breathe in… breathe out. Breathe in… breathe out. You’re not in trouble, it’s gonna be okay. Breathe in… breathe out.” The albino worked to try calming the golem down as well. It’s a little surprising that a golem could react so emotionally strongly, but that’s just further indication of the humanity in her.
Both siblings wordlessly agreed not to say a word about their… ‘relationship status’, not until Aila stops looking like she’s about to have the golem equivalent of a heart attack. The truth was, while neither of them were really upset about being the girl’s fap material, they really weren’t sure about going further into romance. It was a serious commitment, and while they liked the golem very much and want to help her find happiness to go along with her newfound freedom, they really weren’t sure if that happiness should be with them, in
that way. Really, the true nature of the relationship they have with each other was already confusing enough sometimes, fluctuating between sisters and something more, they couldn’t afford adding a third into the mix. There’s also the fact they’re not natives to this world and will have to leave for a long time once their quest is complete, whether they ultimately return or not. There’s so many complications… All the more reason they need Aila calm for this talk.
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Korrie thought that she would be in for some reprieve, able to just enjoy some quiet alone time for a bit in her room, even if the ship did rock a bit. She didn’t really feel like trying to play another imagined video game, and was simply content to sit by her bedside, thinking about her journey and experiences. It felt like it’s been years since she surrendered herself to Mistress’ ownership… Well, she did remember that time Mistress played with her memories, but she was well aware that happened. It’s just that the past few weeks have been more eventful than her entire lifetime up to this point, and frankly, would probably have been more eventful than her actual entire lifespan if she hadn’t made that whimsical choice of checking out the mansion. All of this, discovering an entire world hidden from view that once she thought couldn’t possibly be anything more than fanciful fiction, all due to one simple choice of impulse.
The wyvern girl thought about that for a while, but all that existentialism was wearing out her already tired brain, and it wasn’t long before she went to bed. Her last ponderings before drifting into unconsciousness was how sleeping even worked in this ‘dream world’. It’s not the first time she’s done it, but she still wondered. Would there be a copy of her somewhere in the world inside one of those dream bubbles she’s heard about? …Is the real her currently sleeping on Earth truly real, or just another dream? …Yeah that’s the sort of thinking that depletes the SAN meter, she should sleep.
As Korrie finally drifted off to slumber though, her eyes opened to find herself in a strange place. There was something odd about this, like how she quickly discerned that this was a dream for one. She didn’t question it too much though, turning her attention to the table. She had to go a little closer to see what was on it, and her eyes widened by what she found, a hand reaching for her neck. She found it bare, and her immediate desire was to fix that with what was in front of her. As if answering the call, the collar lifted on its own accord, and Korrie leaned in to accept it, a sense of comfort washing over her as it clasped around her neck. She wasn’t expecting her knees to give out all of a sudden, falling down to all fours with a bounce of her ample tits and jiggly butt, but other than the surprise she didn’t mind it at all, getting excited even. Was this Aya’s doing, or the making of her own increasingly perverted mind?
A feeling of motion caused her to turn around and end up stunned in surprise. The figure was hazy, as if her eyes were unfocused and she couldn’t fix them somehow, but she could recognize her Mistress with less. A gently petting hand swiftly scrubbed away all questions, leaving the wyvern little more than a panting, wagging little pet in seconds while the leash was attached. Without words, Korrie nodded vigorously, eager to obey, eager to be led around like the pet she is. She would follow on all fours, a look of playful lust in her eyes with their heart-shaped pupils, panting like a puppy in the summer and causing her hanging breasts to jiggle.