Saeko-Chan

Michael goes around asking folk of Whiterun about the dragon attack for an hour or two, not finding anything too interesting in the process. Other than the appearance of a purple-haired sword master, which he quickly identified... Not that he needed to, since he heard her voice calling out to him not five minutes later.

"Michael!" Saeko happily exclaims as she walks forwards and wraps him up in a 'friendly' hug, and Derflinger couldn't help but let out a knowing cackle at Michael's stiff response.

"Saeko!... You're back I see." he remarks, patting her on the back while trying to ignore the large melons pressed into his chest. Not as big as Tiffania's but definitely bigger than basically everyone else in Tamriel...

The swordswoman grins, brushing a hand over his neck and cheek as she unlatches herself from him... But not before taking a rather loud sniff of his scent. "I arrived just in time to help deal with the dragon. It sounds almost like fate, you being here only confirms it for me."

"Fate...? I didn't you know subscribed to that..." he says while looking her over. She'd aged gracefully, looking somewhat more mature than when he'd first picked her up. Her palms had thick callouses on them, describing just how much time she'd been putting into her blade work.

She shrugs her shoulders in response, "Well, I'd call you falling in front of our bus fate, you and I meeting fate, you bringing me to this world, me arriving just on time to save the Dragonborn's life... If not fate, then I have been so incredibly lucky that I might die when the pendulum returns."

"Well, unless it destroys the world, I think we'll manage... Even then we'll probably be fine. So, what've you been doing since you left without a word?" he asks, making sure to add an edge to his words before leading her to the inn so they could sit down... He could tell they were in for a long chat.

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Michael and Saeko got reacquainted over some food and drinks, the girl regaling him with her many stories of fighting against the Thalmor, and learning the Way of the Sword, along with the fact that she'd managed to manifest her Shehai, spirit sword.

He was very interested in that, wondering if it would be worth attempting to learn it himself... Until he found that her companion, a man named Raiden had been studying it non-stop for most of his life and still hadn't reached Saeko's couple years of progress.

Most of his learning boost skills involved magic and studying, so something practical like a type of swordsmanship would take far too long to be useful, especially with all the world-ending threats that'd been coming in like a volley of punches. By the time he got around to learning it, he'd already be a god-stomping badass... Or at least, he hoped he would.

Unfortunately, or fortunately in some people's eyes, it was clear that Saeko's affection for him had only increased during their time apart, the girl taking every opportunity to touch him, lock eyes, and every other page in the flirting book. To be honest, it was kind of difficult to eat when she kept laying her hand over his...

"Saeko..." he starts, trailing off as her face forms a frown.

"Don't. I know what you're going to say, and I don't care. Tiffania and I will be having a nice long discussion when we meet." she firmly states.

"This isn't something you can just talk out, or are you going to challenge her to another duel or some-" he pauses at the twitch of her brow, "You are aren't you..." he mutters, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

"You don't understand, men have their own 'dick-measuring' contests, for us women it's different... Unless you can tell me that you honestly hold no romantic feelings towards me, or feel no amount of affection, I will continue to pursue you." she states, watching his face for any indication otherwise.

...

Obviously, even if he said no it would be a big lie. He was a red-blooded man, and she was an incredibly sexy woman who was pining after him like a dog in heat... Whether or not he remained faithful to Tiffania, the attraction was clear.

One thing Saeko had a big advantage with compared to his elf lover was her knowledge and familiarity with modern Earth, the technology entertainment, language, history... Even the small things like movie references. While Saeko's world didn't possess every piece of media his did, some was close enough to be comparable. He didn't have to say how depressing it was for his girlfriend to miss almost every joke and reference he made... Even Tiffania had gotten better at recognising them, a 'native' would understand him far better.

Still, as much as he wanted to, he would allow himself to be a scummy piece of shit and hurt the innocent elf girl who'd come to love him. She'd probably accept it if he forced it, but that was it, him forcing it against her wishes...

"Why are you so keen on this, Saeko? Can't you see that I'm happy?... Tiff is happy?..." he asks, was she selfish enough to potentially destroy what he had now?... Unfortunately, he already knew the answer before it left her lips.

"Because I want it, and I want to be happy too. Would you truly deny me the chance to plead my case to your lover? You're a man, I can see how you view me, can you resist?" she asks, pushing her chest out to emphasize her curves.

He was thankful the sound of his reaction hitting the bottom of the table wasn't audible... Not to mention his 'dulled emotions' from [Dead God...?], that'd probably helped stop him from jumping over the table. Damn sexy bitch!