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Bluntly put, he wanted to shag.
There wasn't much else to say. After 37 years as a virgin human, another couple as a virgin slime, surrounded by unfairly attractive people and monsters alike, Rimuru was so pent up he felt like he was ready to burst.
It was an admittedly weird sensation to have. Since he didn't really have a body per se, but an aggregate of slime-like substance as his normal physical body, his sexual desires were mostly born from his libidinous mind. Thanks to this, they just came and went in the past – when the elf girls at the Night Butterfly cuddled with him, when he saw the delicious giggle of Shion's boobs, when Benimaru would smile at him in the heat of battle... Heck, even when Rigurd showed off his muscles something inside him stirred! But Rimuru always managed to contain those impulses, and even when he didn't, they would gradually fade away on their own.
But for some reason after becoming a Demon Lord, Rimuru started to feel a constant pang in whichever form he kept, but especially when he was in the slightly grown up version of his mimic form. The only explanation he could come up with was that his mimic body was going through puberty. He had a distant memory of masturbating constantly as soon as his puberty hit (sadly a habit he kept for all his previous life), his palms twitching with sheer need to rub onto something, anything. Just like then, now too Rimuru was thrumming from the inside out with a sexual tension he couldn't shake off.
And he tried… Oh, if he tried. Even though he didn't have sexual attributes, it wasn't like he couldn't make himself have them, even both at the same time if he so desired. At first, he tried to get off in the way he was most familiar with – rubbing one out in the privacy of his chambers. He marveled at how easy it was to masturbate now, the abundant slick provided by his slime insides proving immensely useful, but not satisfying him in the least. Once he even happened to conjure a vagina, just out of curiosity for the mysterious female anatomy, and secretly hoping that it would do the trick. Casual and maybe a bit too rough touches became more focused and delicate, as he fondled his clitoris with just the tip of his fingers, coming undone in a matter of seconds. As Rimuru laid breathless after experiencing his first orgasm as a woman – more intense than anything he experienced as a man, but still not quite there – he decided he definitely had to hit the third base with someone.
And that was where he hesitated. In Tempest alone, he really was spoiled for choice. Wherever he looked, a wide array of subordinates unfolded in front of his eyes, each and every one of them that would gladly take up his offer, honored to give Lord Rimuru his first sexual experience. All in all, anyone seemed like a fine choice to Rimuru, but he also felt that choosing someone would be unfair to the others. Not because he felt that confident that he'd give the best laid ever (that he’d suck his first time was a given), but because he knew that making a favorite this blatantly would inevitably bring to a rift. And he actually liked that things kept peaceful among his entourage.
It was then one afternoon – while he was regretfully making peace with the fact he'd be a virgin forever – that his eyes caught a glimpse of Veldora. Blonde haired, warm skinned, unfairly handsome Veldora, all muscle and sinew as he told the tale of yet another of his glorious exploits to some of the goblin kids, their eyes glittering when he made his cape flutter magnificently in the wind.
A ridiculous thought crossed Rimuru's mind, one that the slime almost instantly squashed.
No way. He wouldn't have sex with Veldora, nope. Technically speaking, doing it with Veldora would be close to incest. They had the same body makeup (even though, for some reason Veldora's was ripped, Rimuru still had to understand exactly why), not to mention they were practically family with the surname thing. In this sense, the dragon was closer to a brother than a comrade, the link they shared running too deep to make so little of it and taint it with something crude like sex.
Then again, they weren't technically siblings. And Veldora really was eye-catching.
Rimuru clicked his tongue. "Oh, to hell with it."
In a flutter, he jumped down from the roof he was watching the group from, landing between Veldora and the kids. He brusquely grabbed Veldora by his cape, ignoring his protests, and flashed at the little goblins his loveliest smile.
"I'm going to borrow Veldora for a bit, is that okay with you?"
The "borrow?!" squeaked by a struggling Veldora was drowned by the loud "Yes, Lord Rimuru!" of the kids.
A circle of teletransportation magic appeared under them, and the two were in one of the private chambers of Rimuru's western-style palace in a blink of an eye. Still protesting, Veldora tried to pry his hands away from his cape, and Rimuru let go of him as if burnt.
He didn't know why he took a step back, and then another, putting some distance between them. A pit widened where a stomach would have been in a human body, and Rimuru felt short on the breath he didn't need. Now he'd done it. He really brought Veldora to a bedroom. What the hell was he thinking?!
While he was silently going insane in the private space of his own mind, Rimuru could only stare with wide eyes as Veldora calmly fixed his cape on his shoulders and smoothed his messy hair. For some reason, he was dreading what the dragon was going to say, and he waited for his reaction with baited breath.
Veldora solemnly crossed his arms and looked straight into Rimuru's face.
"What seems to be the problem?" He didn't sound angry, just a bit annoyed. "If you wanted to talk, you only needed to say so, my friend."
Rimuru cringed at the word, making him reconsider his rash decision even more. How could he breach the subject? There was no good way to say to anyone that you wanted to have sex with them – and he knew something about it, if the innumerable turndowns he got from girls in his previous life were anything to go by. Too indirect and it would cause misunderstandings, too blunt and it would seem like Rimuru was desperate for it. Not even Raphael could help him find the right words, sounds getting stuck between his teeth and lingering heavy on his tongue.
The growing concern in Veldora's eyes told Rimuru that he at least understood that he was struggling, and the dragon was patient enough not to try and pry an answer from him.
No, no. Veldora was too good of a guy, he couldn't possibly ask him. Rimuru almost shook his head, a stupid excuse floating in his mind, when he felt again that now familiar pang inside him. There was no way around it, no matter how awkward or painful it would be, the reality was that Rimuru just couldn't bear to feel so horny anymore. It was a matter of life and death by now. And if he had to lose his virginity, wasn't it better to do it with a friend?
Ignoring Raphael's [Notice], he took a deep breath and finally stared straight into Veldora's golden eyes.
"I need a favor from you," he started, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. "A very big favor…"
Veldora perked up, evidently glad that Rimuru decided to finally talk. He nodded, eager at the prospect to help his friend, "Anything for you, my goo..."
Rimuru cut right to the quick. "I need you to have sex with me."
"Oo…"
Veldora's mouth remained open in an O shape for a while, until he snapped it shut with a sharp clack. An unusual expression surfaced on his face, one that almost made Rimuru hide behind his hands.
"Sex?"
The word sounded foreign when he said it, and only now did Rimuru realize that maybe Veldora was a virgin just like him, his human body being a new thing and all – a preposterous notion, given that he was a thousands years old dragon, but Rimuru actually didn't know how stuff worked with many of the creatures in this world.
"Yes…"
Rimuru was shaking with the awkwardness of it all. At a loss of words, the only thing coming to mind was the explanation his parents gave him when he was a boy. "You know, when two people really like each other…"
Veldora cut him off, "I know what it is."
That made Rimuru sigh in relief, before the dragon added proudly, "I read all about it in some of the sacred texts you keep hidden."
Oh no. Even if he lacked practical experience, Rimuru knew that the things they did in hentai weren't realistic. He was quick to shake his hands in front of him dismissively. "That's not the real thing, you know? I mean, the basic mechanics are there, but some of it is just plain impossible…"
Veldora crossed his arms and held his chin in a pensive pose, one that looked straight out of a shonen. "I see…"
Just how many manga did this guy read? Rimuru shook his head, already cooled off with the whole having-sex-with-Veldora idea.
"Nevermind, forget I even said it…"
"Then again, I wonder if you're curious if it's really what they make it to be."
Rimuru snapped his gaze to Veldora, to make sure it actually was the dragon that said those words.
"Wha… What do you mean?" Playing dumb at this point really wasn't to his advantage, and Veldora grinned, seeing straight through him.
"Backpedaling already?" His sharp teeth glinted wilfully, "I made you of sterner stuff, Rimuru."
Hearing the name Veldora gave to him straight out the dragon's mouth made his slimy insides do something funny. "It's not that…"
Veldora stepped closer, "Then what is it? You want it, otherwise you wouldn't have asked."
Damn, he made a good argument. The corners of Rimuru's mouth twitched in a slight smile, as he took half a step back, "Forget it… I don't know what came over me, it was a stupid thing to ask of you, anyway…"
Veldora came even closer, crowding Rimuru against the pillar holding the bed's canopy.
"Oh, but I know, Rimuru."
His voice dipped low, a hushed growl reverberating in the suddenly sultry space between their bodies, making Rimuru's knees weak. His sweaty palms uselessly grasped the bed's pillar behind him, in an attempt to find something to hold onto. Veldora's hand saved him from falling down, scorchingly hot on his hip even through the layer of his shirt.
"Our link tells me how much you're longing, aching..." Veldora brought his other hand to brush a loose strand of silver hair from his cheek, tucking it behind Rimuru’s reddening ear, "I know that constant hunger, throbbing inside you…"
"I know, because it's mine as well."
Rimuru was ready to bury himself underground, possibly as close to this planet's core as possible, so he'd melt into goo and disperse forever.
"I… I don…" He stammered, a rushing that sounded a lot like a heartbeat hammering in his ears. He had no idea what was happening with this useless mimic body, but it certainly seemed like control was slipping from him fast. "I just…"
Veldora pushed his body flush against his, taking advantage of their height difference and pinning Rimuru against the bed's pillar. In this position Rimuru could feel everything – the warmth radiating from his chest, the firmness of his toned flesh, the fiery heat of his breath fanning over his forehead, the slide of his knee between his legs, brushing so close…
His eyelids fluttered shut, his breath hitching and picking up with every minute movement of the dragon over him. He was completely at Veldora's mercy, but Rimuru didn't dare open his eyes.
Then, Veldora called him. "Rimuru."
It was a breathy sigh, a warm caress ruffling the silver bangs on his forehead. Nobody ever called his name that way, not even in his previous life. It was dripping with desire and affection, something he admittedly didn't expect the dragon could feel, let alone for him.
He flickered his eyes open to look at Veldora's golden irises. Never before had he seen such fondness in his gaze, and suddenly Rimuru felt very much like a jerk. Here was someone that cared about him, in a way he had never ever experienced, and he was just going to use him to get his rocks off.
"Veldora, I..." Rimuru started, but a finger was pressed on his lips.
"Ever since we met in that cavern, I felt the strength of our bond," Veldora spoke softly, as if he was telling Rimuru a secret, "I would never impose myself onto you, and thus I waited."
Rimuru shook his head, brushing Veldora's hand off his mouth. "I'm not in love with you..." It hurt so much saying something that he knew would hurt Veldora too, but he couldn't lie to him. "That's not why I came to you, and that's not why I'm… erm, longing…"
Confronted with Veldora's empty gaze, he started babbling, "I don't know why I thought you'd be just down with having sex with me, I'm such a..."
Veldora held his face again, making Rimuru focus again on the molten gold of his eyes, "If I can have you just once, I'll be content."
Just as Rimuru thought it wasn't really fair, Veldora picked him up by his waist and hoisted him on his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. Rimuru yelped like a little girl, arms and legs flailing weakly before the dragon dropped him on the large bed. The slime breathed a little oof, his fall broken by the softness of the pillows and the duvet.
The protest sizzling on his tongue died when Veldora climbed on top of him, caging him in with his bigger body. He had discarded his cape, who knows when, and his chest and strong shoulders were in front of Rimuru to feast his eyes upon. Despite himself, his hands immediately latched onto his tanned skin, smooth and delectable under his fingertips. Saliva flooded his mouth, and Rimuru swallowed thickly. He was seriously gorgeous.
The tip of his tongue touched the dip of his pecs, tracing their contours slowly. Veldora stiffened at this, and Rimuru almost pulled away, before he felt the dragon's fingers card through his silver hair, neither tugging, nor holding loosely. Encouraged, Rimuru licked and sucked more, the saltiness of his skin dancing on his taste buds. He had no idea what he was doing, shuffling down on the bed to kiss along the line of his abs, until he found himself reflected on the silver ornament of Veldora's pants.
Rimuru hesitated, gasping a breath. That was it, once he’d unclasp that there was no going back. His fingers trembled as they reached the hem of the dragon's pants, but they were stopped midway by Veldora's hands. Rimuru turned his head up, meeting Veldora's gaze.
"I…" Rimuru took a breath, "I'm fine."
Wordlessly, Veldora picked him up, taking him back to level with his face. Rimuru was not at all ready to see the smoldering desire in his pupils, but he found himself mesmerized by it.
"Let me take care of you first," he murmured.
The dragon's warm hands latched onto him, slipping under his shirt and caressing his sides. At the same time, he leant over Rimuru’s neck, lips brushing at the delicate skin behind his ear. Every peck of his mouth sent chills down his spine, a sensation that made Rimuru squeak shamefully. If the seriousness of the situation didn't hit him before, it surely hit him now. Veldora seriously wanted to have sex with him.
A blush rose to his cheeks, so violent Rimuru felt like he was steaming from the inside out. He stammered his next words, trying to look anywhere but Veldora's… Everything, "Wa... Wait a moment..."
Veldora immediately stilled, but he nevertheless kept his hands under his shirt. He whispered his next words, his mouth impossibly close to his ear, "Am I going too fast, Rimuru?"
The way he kept saying his name really did something funny to him, his nonexistent heart fluttering against his nonexistent ribcage. Rimuru gulped down the saliva pooling inexplicably in his mouth, his head trying unconsciously to both lean closer and away from Veldora’s hot breath. "Ma... Maybe... Slow down… a bit..."
What the hell was the matter with him? He was stammering uncontrollably, trembling as if he was cold, but at the same time feeling hot all over. His legs, trapped between Veldora's, knocked into each other and brushed against something he knew wasn't supposed to be between his thighs.
Veldora must have noticed it too, because he was grinning hungrily at him, "It appears you were appreciating still..."
Before Rimuru could even try to feign ignorance over what the dragon meant by that, Veldora palmed over his erection, a long stroke from the base to the very tip of his newly formed penis that made Rimuru see stars.
"Nn... Not like this..." He surprised himself how needy he sounded, every touch of the dragon making him whine desperately, as if he was a step away from an orgasm.
Veldora either didn't hear him, or straight up ignored him. Instead, he continued stimulating him over his pants, his touch electric even through layers of fabric. It didn’t take long before Rimuru came with a whimper, biting into his lower lip as he literally creamed his pants for the first time in his virgin life.
He breathed hard as he came down from his high, a feeling of slight disappointment washing over him. Just a few minutes before he was feeling incredibly anxious about what Veldora was going to do to him, but now that all was said and done, he really hoped the dragon wouldn't leave him... Well, not high and not really dry, but a quick hand play surely wasn't what Rimuru had in mind.
Veldora's voice rumbled against his chest. "Are you feeling less uneasy now?"
That question caught him so off-guard that Rimuru actually had to stop and think for a moment. He was surprised that Veldora had noticed his distress, and even more by the unorthodox way he broke the ice between them – someone else would've tried to talk Rimuru out of his shell instead of jumping him, that’s for sure. Still, Rimuru had to admit it was an effective strategy. He was feeling much more relaxed, especially now that he had the reassurance that Veldora put him first. He just hoped it didn’t mean for the dragon that he was satisfied with just that.
"Yes, it was nice..." He brought out his hand to caress Veldora's blonde locks absentmindedly, trying to not sound too impatient. "But I'd like to continue."
Somehow he figured that this encounter was far from over for Veldora as well. The dragon’s lips curled into a smile against the heated skin of his neck, his whisper sounding impossibly close, "I hoped you would say that, Rimuru."
Another blush surfaced on Rimuru’s cheeks as Veldora slightly lifted the hem of his shirt up. Together they pulled it off from Rimuru’s head, revealing his chest. Surprise flashed on the dragon’s face, before it melted into unbridled desire.
"This body of yours is truly a wonder," Veldora said, as he fondled his small breasts, fingers playing with his rosy nipples.
Rimuru was too flustered to be surprised, "I can usually control it, but now..."
Veldora shushed him, as he leant over his breasts, teeth nibbling one of his nipples while two fingers twisted the other. Rimuru abandoned himself into a moan, his hands clenching the covers under him. Once in his previous life a girl played with his nipples in high school, but first of all he was pretty sure she was bullying him, and second it didn't feel at all like this. It was electrifying, a sensation edging on the threshold between pain and pleasure going straight to the heat pooling between his legs. He didn't know whether the wet sensation he was feeling was because of his come or because he fully switched into a woman, but he was living for it.
"Vel... Veldora..." He couldn't manage much more than his name, but the dragon instantly knew what he wanted. His free hand traveled across the smooth curve of his belly to reach the hem of his pants. He teased just a little bit, earning an impatient whine from Rimuru, before he dipped his fingers into the heated confines of his underwear.
"My, my..." Veldora sounded nothing like his usual boisterous self, his whisper cooling onto his wet breast as he worked open his folds. Rimuru choked on a breath when the dragon brushed against his clitoris, his legs spreading instinctively to give him better access to his vagina. Even hindered by his pants, Veldora's fingers expertly pleasured Rimuru, bringing him again on the brink of an orgasm.
But then, something inside him ripped him away from the pleasure, and startled him aware.
"Stooop!" Rimuru clenched his legs around Veldora's arm, halting his ministrations.
The dragon looked at him surprised, maybe even a bit puzzled. "Weren't you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes, but..." he was so inexplicably out of breath, his head swimming in the familiar haze that preceded an orgasm, "I want to have sex."
"And this isn't?" Veldora was technically right, damn it.
Rimuru hesitated, "I want..." He could say this, it was a normal word. "I want you to..."
He couldn't, he just couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. He was a man! Even if his genitalia weren't presently supporting this, he still was a man! Saying that he wanted to be penetrated by another man felt kind of taboo to him, the concept alone sounded so foreign to him. Yet despite this, the heat pooling in his belly was hard to deny, and he found himself feeling more and more conflicted. He didn't really want it, but he really really wanted it. Did it make sense?
Raphael's voice saying it was complete nonsense droned in the background, as Veldora nodded understandingly over him.
"Like you said, you want to have sex with me."
Rimuru nodded as well, even if a bit shaky. "Yes, that is what I want."
Veldora looked at him with an intense seriousness that almost canceled away the pleasure that was swimming in those eyes just a moment ago. "I don't know what the consequences would be if I were to make love to you as a woman."
He made an unexpectedly good point, Rimuru totally hadn't considered this. Jokes about being on the brink of puberty aside, a little slime felt too premature for him in any case, and would it even be a slime if it was born out of him and a dragon?
Raphael helped him out of this pickle, excluding 100% the possibility of conception. Even if the news made him a bit sad, Rimuru sighed in relief.
He smiled at Veldora, "Go on, it's fine."
Veldora grinned at him as well, showing all his pointy teeth, "I'm going to make you scream my name."
Rimuru snorted, "It’s not as cool as in hentai if you say iii…” He couldn't finish his sentence, because Veldora completely ripped away his pants, exposing him fully.
"Come on..." He weakly protested, as Veldora spread his legs open.
In front of Veldora, naked and open, he wished he could crawl away. Never had he felt so vulnerable, so exposed, that sure was a first for him in both of his lives. But the way Veldora gazed at him, as if Rimuru was something precious, something special, had a profound impact on him. All those reserves he was still having started to melt away as he was enveloped in Veldora's warm embrace. Instinctively, Rimuru brought his arms to wrap around Veldora's neck, drawing him closer, and the dragon let himself be brought down, leaning his forehead on his. Their warm breaths mingled in the small space between their mouths, and Rimuru felt a warmth and comfort that he had never experienced before.
It just felt natural, then, to close his mouth over Veldora's, a chaste press of the lips, as if they were in another situation, and not one moment away from having sex. Veldora instantly melted in his arms, letting out a sigh, as though he had been anticipating this all along. Encouraged, Rimuru flicked his tongue along Veldora's lips, and the dragon immediately gave him access to his mouth. The kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining as Rimuru chased Veldora’s sweetness. He found himself getting lost in the moment, pushing himself closer to Veldora's warm body over him. It was heady. It was intoxicating. He never knew that kissing would be so good. He really missed out, if it was always like this.
They parted only for a moment, the heat between them palpable. Rimuru's face was flushed with desire as his body thrummed with another kind of passion, something stronger than he was feeling before this whole ordeal started. He continued savoring those lips, until he heard the sound of metal unclasping, and Rimuru braced himself for what was to come. Shortly after, something warm pressed against his entrance, teasing his folds, but not quite pushing inside. Rolling his head aside, Rimuru moaned softly, his knees shaking against Veldora's hips. The dragon brought a hand to caress his face, his warm fingers smoothing away some hair stuck to his wet lips.
"You don't have to," he said simply, looking at him with his eyes understanding, "For my part, I'm content with just having had the possibility to admire you."
It was ridiculous how cool he was. Even the original cool guy Benimaru didn't come close to Veldora right that moment, what an unexpected turn of events. Even though he was scared out of his mind, Rimuru didn't find in himself the courage to leave him hanging.
Rimuru gulped, turning again to face him, "I want this, I need this..."
When Veldora opened his mouth, he pressed his fingers on his lips, just like the dragon did moments that felt an eternity ago.
He murmured, "Just promise me you'll be gentle, yes?"
Veldora nodded solemnly, "I wouldn't be anything else with you."
The first push wasn't that great, and in all honesty, Rimuru was going to call the whole thing off right then and there. Even with all the slick provided by his slime insides it stung terribly – maybe because unlike him, Veldora was apparently very gifted. He couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed, and he stood there trying to gain his bearings. Veldora patiently waited for him, until Rimuru finally nodded with a twitch of his head. It was when Veldora started to move inside him and they built a rhythm together, that Rimuru finally began to understand why people would do crazy stuff for sex.
The sensation of being filled was like nothing he had experienced before, both exhilarating and breathtaking. He wasn't sure if it was supposed to be like this for everyone, or if it was due to his abilities or the effects of the Soul Corridor, but everything was coming to him all at once – the warm press of Veldora's chest, his thighs brushing against Rimuru's ass, his palms holding his hands, every inch of his cock as it moved inside him, his tip brushing against a spot inside him again and again. Gasping, he clung to Veldora, fingers scraping over his body to find something to hold onto as the dragon pounded inside him. As he felt himself building towards climax, Rimuru could feel the same pleasure building inside Veldora. It only took a shared glance to know that the dragon was feeling the exact same. In that moment, they were completely in sync, and it was like nothing else in the world mattered.
A familiar pressure grew inside him, but this time it was somehow different from when he masturbated – the intensity of it was unbearable, as if his entire being had been taken over by it. Words started tumbling out of his mouth in a frenzied chant of yes, yes, yes, his mind feeling as if it might explode from the sheer heat that consumed him whole. He was powerless to stop it, but Rimuru welcomed it, desperately chasing that heated crescendo.
His orgasm hit like a thunder, shaking him to his deepest core, ripping Veldora's name from his throat. The pleasure rippled through his body, wave after wave that made him shake uncontrollably, his loud moans filling the air. Veldora, though, continued to thrust into him relentlessly, and Rimuru's legs frantically clenched around the dragon’s waist, struggling to keep up with his frenzied pace. Then, Veldora reached his peak with a feral growl, muffled into his shoulder when he bit into his soft flesh. Right that moment, Rimuru felt his sperm fill him to the brim, spilling from his hole onto the bed under him.
After Veldora came, he collapsed onto Rimuru's body, breathing heavily on his breasts. Rimuru too was breathing hard, his hole twitching from the sensation of Veldora still inside him. They remained there, basking in the euphoria of the moment, their bodies still intertwined as they reveled in the afterglow. Rimuru then slowly reached up to brush Veldora’s bangs away from his eyes, the dragon opening his eyelids to look at him expectantly.
Rimuru patted his head, chuckling, "Yes, yes, you were good."
Veldora kissed the spot where he bit him, already healed, "You have been extraordinary, even more than I expected."
His eyes were shining with excitement, and something else that Rimuru didn’t really want to acknowledge right that moment. But before he could say anything, Veldora came out of him with a soft squelch. To his surprise, Rimuru found himself missing the sensation of being filled by him already, but his hand didn’t reach Veldora in time when he stood up. He watched him as the dragon tucked himself and closed his pants, but it was only when he bent down to take his cape, that Rimuru realized what he wanted to do.
He patted the spot on the bed next to him, "Come, stay."
If possible, Veldora looked even more surprised than when he first told him he wanted to have sex with him. Then, without warning, he jumped on the bed, kicking his shoes away and shuffling next to Rimuru. Veldora only had a moment of hesitation, his hand hovering over his shoulder.
"Are you sure, my friend?"
It was a deceptively heavy question, but frankly Rimuru was feeling so satiated and content that he didn’t want to get tangled into his stupid and much too complicated thought processes. So the little slime sighed, "Yes, it’s fine…”
“But please stop calling me friend,” he groaned, “It’s too weird, now."
"Bangbuddy?" offered Veldora.
“Where did you learn… Nevermind,” He was so regretting ever giving him manga.
"Just Rimuru, please."