Before Futaba could go into detail on what she meant by "fun stuff," something caused her to flinch, jostling her exaggerated cleavage and shaking Ryuji somewhat.
"Woah," Ryuji muttered. "I felt that. This VR shit is hardcore..."
"Your mom's okay with 'shit,' but she's not okay with 'fuck?'" Futaba quirked an eyebrow in confusion.
"It's... complicated," Ryuji shrugged. "What's got you so jumpy?"
"My phone just buzzed IRL," Futaba answered. "BRB!"
"Futaba, you're talkin', not typin'," Ryuji scolded. "Use real words."
"I'll use real worlds when you use real swears, LMAO. TTFN!"
With that, Futaba's giantess avatar's expression went silent, staring straight ahead with a vacant expression as Futaba abandoned her headset to check her phone.
"I'll TTFN you, you brat..." Ryuji muttered as he waited for Futaba to return. After a moment, Futaba blinked as she returned to the virtual world.
"Haru's calmed down enough to try to set her game up again, so I'm gonna help her out," Futaba said. "Going AFK again!"
"Wait, before you go, can you..." Ryuji sighed as Futaba's vacant, slack-jawed expression returned. "...unequip me so I can move around? Damn it..."
Ryuji once again tried to struggle out of Futaba's cleavage, only to fail as some invisible force seemed to keep him in place. Giving up for the moment, he stared up at Futaba's face, the giantess completely unresponsive to anything around her.
"This is kinda freaky," Ryuji mused. "It reminds me of when Akira would zone out whenever he went to that Velvet Room place."
Several minutes passed. It had quickly become apparent that helping Haru online was a more involved project that Futaba expected, and Ryuji was now starting to get bored.
"I wonder if this is karma for that time I drew a dick on his face..."
"HDMI port, Haru..." Futaba mumbled, eyes still staring blankly ahead.
"What was that, Futaba?" Ryuji perked up.
"It's the one that looks like a rectangle... no, not that one... look, just take a picture and text it to me, I'll tell you what goes where..."
Apparently, Futaba was having to walk the technologically inept heiress through the process step by step, and the mic on her headset was picking up her half of the conversation.
"Alright, look... did any of your servants bring their kids to work today? Okay, great, put one of them on the line..."
"Ugh, this is taking FOREVER!" Ryuji groaned. With nothing better to do, he resumed his attempts to get out of Futaba's cleavage. "There's gotta be a way to unequip myself..."
-UNEQUIP SELF-
"Wait, what'd I just do?"
Above Ryuji's head, the "equipped" tag disappeared from next to his username, freeing him from Futaba. Unfortunately, this caused gravity to once again take effect on his avatar, causing him to slip deeper into the giant girl's cleavage.
"SHIT!" Ryuji struggled to climb back up. "Futaba! Help!"
"Alright, who am I talking to? Hi, Rika, how old are you? Nine? Great! Do you know what an HDMI port is?"
"Damn it!" Ryuji swore as he finally slipped through, falling into the depths of Futaba's loincloth.
After a few moments, Futaba returned to her avatar.
"Oh my god, that was worse than when I helped Sojiro set up LeBlanc's wifi!"
There was a bright, ethereal glow next to Futaba as Haru logged in. Like Futaba, she picked the giant class, with a somewhat sturdier but still rugged looking leather skirt adorning her, and a large axe made of sharpened boulders tied to a giant tree strapped to her back. Like Futaba, her proportions were somewhat exaggerated and her feet were bare. Over her head was the player name "Mademoiselle Noir."
"Oh, it worked! I'm online!" Haru cheered. "Is that you, Futaba-chan?"
"Yup!" Futaba gave Haru's avatar an appraising eye. "I see you went with the giant class too! Good choice!"
"I was going to pick the Red Mage class at first," Haru admitted. "They had a hat like the one I had in the Metaverse which I rather liked, but then I realized that class couldn't equip battle axes, which is very disappointing."
"We can get you that hat," Futaba assured.
"Wonderful! Are any of the others here yet?"
"Ann, Makoto, and Akira all messaged me while I was getting you set up. They should be online soon. And Ryuji's already..."
Futaba checked her cleavage only to find that Ryuji had disappeared.
"Huh? Where'd he go?"
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