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  The Anime Trope System : Stone vs. the Viper, #4 a LitRPG.

  by Syr456 (Alvin Atwater)

  [Volume 4.] Episode 22 (Part 2)

  Last time on The Anime Trope System, Clyde had to put the brakes on an out of control plot from his very own classmate. Compelled by a powerful demon god, Maki caused mayhem for the party and with rare nearly uncontrollable black Ki, almost succeeded in eradicating them all.

  Now that she’s under his control, the story continues. Clyde evolves, his friends with him, the romances intensifies.

  Welcome to….

  The Anime Trope System Volume 4: Love and Evolution. What it Means to be a Leader…

  Friday. Week 3. Month 1. Year 1. Season: Autumn.

  Late afternoon, after classes….

  "We really should get back to helping the others," Clyde said. "They’ll be back from the next warp at any time."

  Chika kept him pinned to the wall, breathing heavily, eyes shining with lust. She tricked him again, with a long and elaborate scheme that he was wary of for about fifteen minutes. From simply exploring the large house with him, to showing him cool features and suggesting where to put items such as the TV. She even shrunk his guard more by stating she was moving in too, claimed her room—wanted to get away from her parents.

  And to make sure Clyde couldn’t protest, she quoted his old words back to him—that if she was in trouble, she could live with him. The giant house with many rooms left nothing for arguing. Not that he searched for a reason to deny her. She fought with him in many battles, been his close friend since the beginning of his mission, and is simply one of the most fun people to be around. Even for a fucking yandere. If the circumstances didn’t turn out the way they were, he would’ve ended up dating the silver-haired girl.

  Although the relationship they were in now was a bit complicated…. He still didn’t admit to his life being a harem, just because he had way more female friends than anything…but the signs were there. Not that he cared about such nontrivial things. As the Stone, amidst the stone-viper games, he had more important matters to worry about—nothing to do with falling into the morals and rights and wrongs of courting multiple women. After all, his system urged him to do so as the main way to unveil god tier skills. But to marry multiple women—Clyde gave himself at least a year to think about it. Assuming he’d need it. Despite everything, he still considered himself human, though he knew the truth.

  Holding onto his humanity would prevent him from getting arrogant, treating lives like fodder, and all the other dickhead things deities seemed to do in the myths. Well, they weren’t myths in Satovia.

  "I read about this awesome technique and we’ve got to try it," Chika said. Before he could answer, she pulled his pants down and grabbed his jewels.

  "Oof!" Clyde flinched. He felt the strength drain from him and even more when Chika stroked his horn. She smiled at him.

  "Now you must hold and do me while standing—maybe lean against the wall. The bounce is supposed to—"

  The sound of the doorknob turning had the duo scrambling. The young man thanked the stars he changed into sweatpants before they started the move. Trying to tighten a belt while a massive boner was present proved to be quite difficult.

  "Isn’t this your room?" Clyde whispered.

  "No, I think it’s—"

  Melody strolled in and sat a large bundle of books and magazines on her dresser without looking at the two. She fell back on her soft bed, letting out a cheerful sigh. Then her eyes shot back open, face flushed. Clyde had already received a nice eye full of blue-striped panties.

  "Wha—what are you two doing in here?" She said, hopping to her feet, putting down her skirt.

  "Just inspecting the rooms," Chika lied. "We didn’t know it was occupied."

  Melody let out a breath.

  "Well I supposed that’s okay," she said. "For a moment there, I thought…. never mind."

  "I don’t blame you for leaving the palace," Clyde said, driving in the smooth subject change. "A place like that probably makes you feel like a prisoner." He placed a comforting hand her shoulder. "You’re welcome to stay here as long as you want. We fought together and will help each other out in a time of need."

  He did not expect her to pull him into a kiss. As if snapping out of a trance, she blushed and buried her face into a pillow.

  "Sorry I—I—I don’t know what came over me."

  Chika sniffed.

  "Just be honest with yourself." The silver-haired girl said nothing more. Clyde already knew Melody loved him, though he wasn’t sure of his return feelings beyond wanting to protect the redhead. She was certainly beautiful and has changed a lot—a rough start, softened into the sweetest honey. Not Harumi sweet, but close.

  "What was that you wanted to talk to me about?" Clyde said. She always seemed to have important things to tell him. He’d be an idiot to not give her the chance speak.

  "I’ll tell you alone," Melody said. "Maybe tonight. Alone."

  Chika rolled her eyes, but the other woman didn’t pay it any mind. Those two would eventually get along… Eventually.

  Chika and Harumi got along but didn’t interact as much until Yuki’s bottle. The same with Alice, although things were still a tad bumpy. The glares they gave each other were much shorter. Sometimes they even smiled.

  Clyde nodded. If he wanted to have a strong team, he’d slightly, invisibly, push them past tolerance. Of course, girls naturally went at each other’s throats—there was simply no way to prevent that.

  "Sure," Clyde said. "Meet me at the back balcony at, let’s say ten. Of course, if Alice is there reading or—"

  "Life mate stuff, I know," Melody said. "I can spot a girl in love from a mile away."

  Clyde chuckled.

  "See you at ten."

  He bounded for the exit, followed by Chika. And bumped right into Maki.

  [Volume 4.] Episode 22 (Part 3)

  "Mistress Yuki sent me to start teaching," Maki said, face faintly flushed. Clyde studied her, feeling for the connection of the contract. It felt even stronger for some reason.

  "Mistress Yuki?" he gave her a brief suspicious glare. Sure enough, he faintly heard the deep sexual breathing. Saw a faint glint of masochism in her eyes. He dropped the thought. "Never mind. Why now? We’ll start tomorrow or something."

  "You have a meeting with the vampires tomorrow," Maki said.

  "Did you get unpacked?" Clyde said. "Set up your room?"

  "Yes," she said. "Then Yuki installed cameras."

  Clyde’s respect for the demoness continued to rise. He just hoped that she didn’t catch more than intended on the cameras. Maki couldn’t do anything against the will of the contract, meaning escape, pose a threat to Clyde or anyone else, the necessities. Those restrictions aside, she could pretty much do whatever the fuck she wanted in her own time.

  "We’ll—"

  "I insist," Maki said, flushing brightly now. Chika stepped up to her.

  "What part of prison sentence do you not understand?" the silver-haired girl said, ice tinging the edges of her voice. "Remember what you’ve done. You have no right to insist anything from him. Like Alice, I’m on board with sending you to the futas. Now get out of my sight."

  The pink yandere aura flowed visibly around Chika—not even Maki could miss it. The purple-haired young woman bowed slightly then scurried off, her last words being,

  "Sorry for disturbing you."

  Chika turned to him, but her glare immediately softened into lust. Sometimes Clyde wondered if she was secretly some kind of succubus.

  "Let’s go help the others,"
he said.

  But what happened instead, well: Chika quickly pulled him into an empty room, locked the door, slid the dresser in front of it.

  "Now, no more interruptions," she said as she pulled down his pants. She stripped so fast, Clyde could barely see the clothes in motion before she jumped him.

  Sweating and panting, Chika rode vigorously as the duo tried out her "researched position." Clyde’s stats made the ordeal no problem. Her warm wet insides bounce and slid, edging them closer to climax every second. Chika’s kisses tasted like strawberry—and of course, she stuck her tongue into his mouth. Her soft breasts pressed against him, sliding with the riding.

  Clyde laid her down on the mattress in the room and plowed. And plowed. Well, his high endurance had to account for something.

  Clyde lightly nibbled at Chika’s bottom lip then brought her into a more passionate kiss. She pulled him back toward her when he moved away. Arms holding his back, legs wrapped around him, she let out song after song of ecstasy.

  As he indulged, Clyde allowed himself to realize again how much he valued the silver-haired beauty. Of course, every date with her ended up at a hotel, not that he was complaining. He often wondered how his luck held out this long.

  Abruptly, Chika squeezed tightly and convulsed as she let out the climatic moan. Clyde plowed seconds more then pulled out, releasing. She didn’t make it easy, holding on tight.

  "You can cum inside, you know," Chika said as they rested next to each other. She began stroking his horn as if preparing for another round. Clyde knew there was no time—they lost forty-five minutes.

  "Are you trying to get pregnant?" he said. She giggled.

  "If it’s you, I…don’t mind," she said. Clyde grunted when she stroked in a way that reminded him of Yuki’s touch.

  [Ki increased! Vitality is at 1. Speed is at 1. Aura is at 1.]

  Her phone rang. Chika answered, but didn’t stop stroking.

  "What Mom?"

  A response the other end must’ve angered her because she jerked furiously. Clyde gasped, his breathing deepening. He motioned for her to let up, it was a bit sensitive at the moment, but she ignored him.

  "Mom, no, you can’t. I won’t stand for it. That’s exactly why I left—you and Dad are always trying to make decisions for me. I’m my own person…No….He wouldn’t...Mom."

  Clyde softly squealed when she went hyper-mode on his horn. He caught a glimpse of the fluid that drizzled down her leg then grinned. Fine, two can play the play the phone game, he thought. He tickled Chika to loosen her monstrous grip, pulled back and then REALLY plowed into her. She covered her mouth, letting out a squeak that almost made him release the load right then and there, but his punishment wasn’t finished.

  He road at maximum smash mode until suddenly Chika’s yandere eyes shined. She hung up on her mother to his surprise, and bathed in the ecstasy.

  "Yes! More! Make it so I can’t live without it."

  The duo climaxed simultaneously, Clyde pulling out in time. Chika was all over him when they left the room, cheerfulness making it obvious that something occurred between the two. Despite having her own shower, she still followed him into a random one he selected.

  A tease evolved into more until he had her bent over and taking the horn yet again. After another twenty minutes and the panting duo releasing, he decided to call it an evening.

  The yandere pinned him to the shower wall.

  "I want more."

  "You’re going to end passing out from dehydration," Clyde said with a laugh, washing himself.

  "Fine, but let me wash your back."

  And she was there before he blinked, washing with soap and something soft. Oh. Of course. A nice trope.

  "It’s about time you’ve got a properly-sized bathtub," Chika said.

  "Properly sized? That thing’s huge," Clyde said. "It’s like a miniature swimming pool."

  "We could…try it out together tonight," she said. "I’ve got this amazing soa—"

  Clyde interrupted her with a soft kiss that she melted into. Despite his raging boner—Chika teased by hugging close, he pursed the shower as normally as possible.

  Changed into fresh clothing, the two headed to the large dining hall. It looked almost too fancy to Clyde. It was decked with silver and gold tables and comfortable chairs made out of soft material the young man didn’t recognize. The floors shined and the kitchen was much farther away in its separate space. He glimpsed the large monstrosity once before Yuki shooed him out.

  He wondered how Harumi managed to convince the demoness to let her in the kitchen. Maybe they had a cookoff? He’d pay to see that—both of them were beasts in the kitchen. Then again, maybe he should work on his own average cooking skills.

  [You’ve unlocked the Cooking System. Passive skill, Cooking is at level 1.]

  [Quest: practice your craft. Make a basic-level dish. Accept? Yes or no. Reward: 1 Cooking level increase. 10 cooking points (CKP)]

  [To make the best dishes with the desired quality, you’ll need a high Cooking level. You can use cooking points to spend in the C-Skill store to give yourself an edge. Your stats: will, luck, composure, paranoia, and speed have met the requirements to unlock the system, but will play a roll in the kitchen. A debuff in those stats could affect the final product, if you even finish your dish.]

  [Practice up until you’re ready to challenge either Harumi or Yuki. Defeating them will gain you an admirable achievement.]

  [In the meantime, you’re able to challenge anyone to a cook-off if you have the cooking points to wager. It will be between you and the opponent to wager anything else.]

  [Who knows, maybe you’ll need to use cooking skills to gain access to important places. Or woo your next potential wife. So many possibilities, so practice up, maybe attend classes or a specialized school.]

  Clyde blinked. Did he just unlock a fucking cooking system? He accepted the quest. Another thing he could work on during some off time. Cooking and crafting. Maybe he’d craft something that could give him an advantage in cooking.

  He and Chika chatted for a while until the others began to show up. Alice gracefully took her place next to him, Natalia and Tear following shortly. Melody emerged from her room, bright-eyed and cheerful. Harumi emerged next, removing an apron and taking a seat. Maki and Yuki served them food that looked too perfect. Smelled really damned good—Clyde swallowed to keep from drooling. He patted himself on the back again for letting Yuki take over the food budget. Alice and Tear investigated the Ashfall household in his stead, but they scheduled a trip to Ashen City on Sunday. He’d be doing the jumping. Kitome seemed especially hyped to go when they told her during lunch. She wanted to see the result of their beatdown and even offered to burn down the place. Clyde wished the hothead magical girl was there for dinner. As they dug into the Japanese and Chinese themed meal, Chika’s phone rang. She reluctantly answered. After bickering with her mother. Then her next words came in both whining and snapping.

  "You want to meet Clyde or you’ll force me to marry Akito? Dad and I went over this already—he’s not putting me as the face of his company? What? Why are you—Mom, seriously stop. You can’t just stop my scholarship—I’m the top student and I worked really hard to get there. Mom. Fine, you can meet him. You don’t have to sound excited about it. No, he’s not just some bummy college boy—don’t insult him. Gah. Fine, I’ll give you the address."

  Everyone’s eyes were wide, staring at Chika when she hung up. She let out a sigh.

  "We have a guest coming," she said. "I’m sorry Clyde."

  "Don’t be—it’s not big deal," Clyde said. "I don’t mind meeting your mother."

  "You may regret those words," Chika said. "And god, she’s overly excited. Be prepared to suffocate a little, she’s overly touchy-feeling, especially for a potential son-in-law. God, she’s going to embarrass me." She took a bite out of a dish Clyde knew was extremely spicy. One tiny whimper later, the silver-haired girl indulged in ice-cold water. She glared at Y
uki. The demoness smiled Neko’s innocent smile.

  [Volume 4.] Episode 22 (Part 4)

  Somewhere in Electro Town, Satovia…

  Yusuke sneered at the beaten-up delinquent on the ground. Not that he had any room to talk, he was secretly a rank eight in the area. Ten being the highest, most rotten. One reserved for wimpy schoolyard bullies that were no threat after standing up to them. Well, he was a delinquent by recognition, not that he wanted to be—but standing up to asshole after asshole, never backing down, gaining respect, even with the desire of wanting to be left alone, raised him to a pedestal. He was feared in these parts, his "territory."

  He only came to this place to buy video games and electronics. Dumbasses like the one on the ground challenged him every visit. The idiot even wore the bosozoku hairstyle—something from the fifties or so. He believed it to be popular among biker gangs. Pssh, what nonsense.

  Yusuke put on his glasses, adjusting them a bit before proceeding into his favorite shop. Not a place one would expect a ninja. As if he cared about being gifted. He liked Clyde, he was an okay guy, but wasted his time with the likes of his bully of a sister. If anything, she needed a territory of her own. Why did he put up with her anyway?

  Za-iko’s was a large mass of electronics and games, manga and light novels, and even an area with tables for those who indulged in trading card games. The young man once heard of a rumor going around about a magical card game. A childish thing really, not that Yusuke cared about card games anyway. He adjusted his glasses, a little too proud that the new pair arrived that afternoon. His first stop, of course, was the light novel section. The latest version of the Loli Saga had finally hit shelves and there was no way in hell Yusuke would miss it.

  "Fuck yeah, last copy," he said as he reached for it at the same time as someone else. A hot petite girl with short white hair, sky-blue eyes, wearing the local school uniform, peered at him. She didn’t let go of the book. Yusuke had no intention of giving in—online orders were sold out, paid online readers were slow and clogged, and he came all this way. Twenty-minute crowded train ride.