3 1.3 Stan's Decision
Every single one of his furniture was piled against door while Stanley was pacing the carpet floor muttering to himself.
"Lilim, why the hell did it have to be Monster Girl Encyclopedia? Why couldn't it have been Daily Life With Monster Girls or some other shit. As a matter of fact, WHY ME!?"
Just his luck he got a monster woman from the only author who has a reverse rape fetish.
"Fucking Kenkou Cross"
The worst part is the guy is obscure enough to not have all his work translated and shipped to western audiences when written and what he does write is more in the vein of world building than characterization. There is no story in MGE so to speak since he got other people to write a bunch of stories for him then slap on 'Alternate Universe' and calling it a day. That's basically glorified fanfiction and they're not even good.
He jumped startled when the handle for the door tried to turn but to no avail. Stanley held his breath less she figure out he was inside.
"I know you're in there."
Well, shit.
"Please open the door."
"No!"
"I know you must be confused"
Yep.
"-and afraid"
Very but probably not for the reason she was thinking.
"I promise I won't hurt you…I…I don't think I could ever bring any harm to you"
Oh he really wished he could yell at her to take a fucking hike right now but his heart won't stop racing.
"Please come out"
He kept his mouth shut, he didn't know why but the scathing remarks just wouldn't come. Was it because of her charm? The uh, magical one? He didn't know but he did find himself close to the door, or as close as he could get with a pile of furniture blocking it.
"I understand if you need some time to yourself. I…I will be outside when you want to talk" his eyes found themselves on his tablet looking at a security feed and there she was, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch.
He put the thing down and dropped himself on a bean bag chair "what is my life right now?" he groaned.
This is the type of shit situation he read in fanfiction and he was such a Schizoid that he couldn't help but picture what the kind of shit he read in fanfiction would pan out in his real life. What would he do if he were put in the shoes of the author's main (male) character? The thing about it is those thoughts usually came with a helping dose of hindsight which he currently didn't have.
So, what should Stanley do about having the most powerful and dangerous species of monster girl from a reverse rape heavy, human submissive centered, fetish reel hentai of a dimension sitting in his living room?
On one hand from what he knew about Mamono they genuinely don't have any ill will towards humans and from what he remembered about Lilim, they weren't the rip-off-clothes-and-fuck-you-silly types (and thank whatever god exists for that). No they are just the use-magic-to-brainwash-men-into-wanting-them-then-fuck-them-silly types.
Shit and he'd been staring directly in her eyes the moment she woke up.
"Fuck, does that mean if she wasn't powerless I'd be a mindless fuck drone right now?"
Fear gripped his heart a bit at the thought and therein laid the crux of Stanley's issue with having the scantily clad, big titty Succubus traipsing about in his home, well the first reason anyway. He understood all too well what the monster women from MGE are all about, more specifically he knew what the 'canon' Monsters under the Succubus Overlord's banner are about and he wanted nothing to do with that.
If he had to choose between a life without sex but the freedom to do whatever the hell he wanted whenever he wanted vs. a life with totally-awesome-mind-blowing-out-of-this-world-earth-shattering-sex with the sexiest woman in the world every day but with a damn near symbiotic codependency on said woman, the answer was simple.
He'd rather stay home and play video games.
You can't trade freedom for pussy.
Anyone who thinks otherwise is a retard with obvious issues. It's why the idea of relationships beyond a one night stand was so bizarre to him, personally. Why would he want some strange woman coming into his life, using all his shit and telling him how to live? And for what?
Companionship?
He's got the best kind of friends on the internet.
Sex?
He's got internet porn sites, two working hands and a fleshlight.
Love?
What the fuck is love supposed to be in this day and age?
"Whew, I am on a roll" with those thoughts he has psyched himself up enough to forget how she sounded while pleading to him so now it was time to drive it on home.
And dangers specifically to himself aside he had no idea what the hell the repercussions of her appearance on earth could entail. She wasn't some random Monster Girl who fell through a portal, she was a damn princess whose mother, if the wiki is to be believed, is basically a God. If she is half as protective of her daughters as he assumed most Mamono are to be then she could literally rip apart dimensions to find her.
And what would happen if she discovers a world comprised of only humans with no magic, no gods and no experience with their kind while numbering in the billions? He remembered at least five different fanfics with this scenario in mind and they do not bode well for the places that have first contact.
The aforementioned princess was inside his house.
"Fuuuuck"
He might be looking at a Cut and Run/Connecticut Yankee situation where the entire human race is fucked into near extinction. At the very least there's going to be a war and he might be involved now because he made contact with an otherworldly princess and swap spit with her.
"What do I do?" he kept repeating to himself like a mantra.
Getting rid of her seems like a good bet but then what? She wanders the neighborhood, a bunch of jackasses decides to have some fun with her and inadvertently give her power through rape and she decides to pay the midget who treated her so badly another visit? Or he decides to let her stay like those dumbass anime protagonists which will only end in one way down the line.
It was with this realization in his harried thoughts that he realized "there's no way out" no matter what happens after he leaves this room he will be involved.
She seemed willing to wait for him because of some strange sort of attachment she developed for him for…reasons. Whatever the hell it is it can't be good for his health. And if he sent her away it's going to be an even bigger pain in the ass in the long term once the Overlord and her army of slutty monster bitches come around and start searching for her missing princess.
He downed an entire can of mountain dew in huge gulps and prepared to face the music but not without an insurance plan in case she got a bit too handsy. Depowered or not, Stan didn't think he could survive having any kind of sexual relations with that woman. And he might have passed it off since he wasn't desirable to any woman he'd ever met but Ezraphel was already reaching for his junk within the first ten minutes of waking up so... he was still trying to come to terms with that actually.
When it comes to women he learned that if it's too good to be true, it is usually a big fat lie. There was no back story behind that little nugget of wisdom, that's just common sense.
He ventured into his closet and pulled out a heavy looking suitcase. Imputing the three number code for the lock he opened it and for a moment he imagined the inside had shining golden light, he smiled. Looking into the suitcase there were an assortment of rifles, pistols and a shotgun cluttered together.
…he meant to get that awesome looking black foam insert but that shit is expensive so he settled for stuffing them inside. Not the most glamorous presentation but to hell with that for now.
He took up the pistol and in the rush of being caught up in what he's about to do, cocked the hammer back and spoke in his 'cool' voice "time to nut up or shut up."
Several minutes later…
"Hey~" he called out to the Lilim in a long, overly friendly and obviously fake drawl.
The Lilim put down the remote and looked only to pause as her eyebrows raised in surprise. Stanley walked into the living room covered from head to toe in tactical paintball gear which includes a visor, helmet and fingerless gloves. He also had a pistol strapped to his thigh, a shotgun across his back and held a tactical rifle almost lazily in his hands.
He aimed the rifle with the precision of young adult who had participated in many a paintball wars in his youth.
"Let's talk"
