Contract for a Pro Debut (Childbirth)
My belly rumbled.
It wasn't a simple vibration. An instinctive warning blared through me at a volume so violent it could almost be mistaken for mere shaking.
Squelch! Squiiish!!!
Fluid gushed from my pussy. Someone might try to call it love juices, but I wasn't the kind of idiot who slept through every health class, so I knew exactly what was coming out.
Amniotic fluid.
The water cradling the baby spilled from between my legs. That meant one thing: childbirth. The baby was coming.
Right here in the middle of the wilderness, I was pregnant with a monster's child, and the fallen angel beside me was carrying the spawn of that black pig bastard who used to be human.
"Come on! The camera's rolling—what are you doing? This isn't a still photo, you know? Give a simple self-introduction, the race of the baby inside you, and your current feelings."
Like hell I will.
The demon named Ei floated a crystal orb with pure, innocent enthusiasm and threw herself into filming.
So that was this world's substitute for a camera? The way it drifted through the air, faintly glowing, really drove home that this place was pure fantasy.
I wanted to stare a little longer and ask whether they had anime or dramas here, but the throbbing labor pains made concentration impossible.
"Khh!"
I held it in. But was childbirth something you could just hold in? Fuck, the little shit was coming out eventually no matter what.
"Hiiiiiik! Ei, do something for me! I don't want this—I don't want to be the mother of piglets! No!!!!"
"Azazel! I told you to say your name! And you were enjoying the show right alongside me!"
"That's because I was only watching!"
Beside me she screamed loud enough to shred eardrums; my ears hurt almost as badly as my pussy.
"Fuck, we've both already ruined our lives, so since it's come to this, let's at least ruin them quietly and keep the eardrums intact, okay?!"
"Fuck, how can you even say that right now!?"
"Then do your job properly—Aaaah♡♡♡ Oh, it's coming! Something's coming!!!"
I climaxed mid-sentence.
It was nothing like a cock. Not the sudden thrust that fills you from outside, but a sensation that radiated outward through my entire body from something already stuffed beyond capacity.
Not external force. Internal force.
My organs vibrated and rejoiced in the vibration. The pain of life being born from within tripled itself and arrived as pure pleasure.
"Fuuuuck♡♡♡♡♡ Feeling it from this of all things! Just how completely ruined has my womb become!"
"Ahahah! You called me loud, but look at you cumming♡ Oh, ooooh♡♡♡"
Azazel climaxed right along with me. The real birth hadn't even properly started, yet the mere precursors drove us both over the edge.
I saw Azazel's face, wrecked by vulgar pleasure. Mine was probably the same.
Exactly the kind of face the guys who buy real 3D childbirth videos cream themselves over.
"Oh, excellent reactions. Then, Saintess! Self-introduction, please."
"Just—hah!—the bitch next to me. Rum♡ I'm going to call your name♡"
"Oh my, that simply won't do. A product naturally needs an ingredients list and a brand name, doesn't it?"
Miraculous logic.
My childbirth was merchandise, apparently.
I'd vaguely fretted that someday I'd end up doing some ass-show, but I never once imagined I'd be starring in a live birth show.
Life had turned to absolute shit.
Mental Victory
Come to think of it, French royalty used to give birth while the nobles watched… Royalty wasn't anything special either.
Life suddenly felt manageable.
If even royalty lived that trashily, there was no law saying I couldn't live however the fuck I wanted.
I heaved myself upright!
Pshuuuuuuut♡♡♡
I rose with every ounce of strength I had; the rebound sent amniotic fluid, love juices, and breast milk spraying out in mad torrents. My face was beyond control, yet I stood tall and proud.
"Uh—you're in the middle of giving birth, if you stand up…!"
"Shut it. You're recording this to sell, right?"
I spoke clearly through a face twisted in a permanent scowl.
"Y-yes. It's my precious cash cow."
"Yeah. So what do I get?"
"Huh?"
Eileithyia looked flustered.
What the hell do you mean 'huh,' you leech bitch? From that answer alone it was obvious she shared the same shameless DNA as every content-stealing parasite out there.
"Baby production? I do that. Location? Nature itself. Labor—actual childbirth—I do that too. So what exactly do you contribute? You spin a camera for two seconds and pocket the entire profit!? You're worse than a demon! Demons at least follow fair contracts and split the earnings!!!"
My roar left Eileithyia's mouth hanging open.
Her claim of being a former angel suddenly gained a little more credibility.
Hey, status window. What do you make of this?
Eileithyia's video editing skills are decent. However, given the circumstances, much of the footage remains raw, and the maniacs are always left wanting more.
In other words, for a niche fetish with almost no supply, a supplier whose quality was lacking left plenty of room for someone to muscle in. But that wasn't what I actually wanted to know.
Not that. Profit sharing.
Legitimate claim. It is possible to claim the majority of net profits generated by this work. As the Saintess asserts, Eileithyia's share consists solely of the filming.
Then can I stop her?
Impossible. The above only takes effect under contract. Profits uploaded without permission—illegally—while no contract exists cannot be blocked. Recommended action: conclude a contract with Eileithyia.
That made perfect sense.
While the bitch was still standing there slack-jawed, I needed to lock down a contract if I wanted anything at all.
"We're making a contract! For my video!"
"What!? Right now?!"
"It's because it's right now that we do it! This is the childbirth video of a Saintess and an angel! You're going to handle that as some random leech? This is pro work—we're walking the professional path with this footage!"
I thrust my hand toward Eileithyia.
She muttered the word "pro" under her breath.
"I'll do it. But a verbal contract is…"
"Hey, status window."
Reception complete. 10 DP consumed.
Contract drafted in holy characters.
Conditions slightly favorable to the user, yet still satisfactory to the other party.
In the blink of an eye, letters of pure holy power materialized in the air between us.
Pleasure from the birth blurred the text, but even a glance told me it was a solid deal.
"Alright! For the path of a pro!"
"Aaah, for the path of a pro."
This contract hereby proves that the two parties are mutual collaborators under the divine.
As the status window intoned the words in a solemn voice, the holy power that formed the contract split cleanly in half and sank into both my chest and Eileithyia's.
"Then, can you proceed right away?"
"Got it. Mind if I call you Ei?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Ahem… Hello everyone, I'm Serena, the brand-new Saintess who appeared like a comet (the real deal) in this world☆"
Sweat poured down me and my body convulsed against my will, but Ei still gave the introduction a solid thumbs-up.
Thank god I'd done streaming back when I refused to get a real job.
Even if I eventually had to quit after ten accounts—including every alt—got banned. What the hell went wrong? I still don't know.
"No no no no no. A Saintess making a contract with a demon!"
"You're really losing it. If you'd been even halfway competent, your friend wouldn't have fallen and everything would've gone fucking smoothly, right!?"
Beside me Azazel had fully panicked; she was raving and spraying amniotic fluid. I was at my own limit of holding back, so I needed to shove these blood clots out already and reclaim my freedom.
Mental Victory
Amazing. The moment I decided to treat the humiliation as work, it stopped feeling quite so humiliating.
How to put it—once compensation was attached to the price, it suddenly felt doable.
"Ah, fuck♡ It's coming!"
"Don't you dare aaaaah!"
Unlike me, who obediently spread my legs to give birth, Azazel clutched her swollen belly and waddled off, trying to flee the scene.
"Oink!"
"Guh!"
Morus body-slammed her; she toppled headfirst and was stopped cold.
Her already round body—made rounder by the baby inside—rolled several times before coming to a halt. Then she simply lay there, quietly sobbing.
Morus approached, ready to ram his drill cock straight into her pussy without a second thought…
"We still need the front, so tell him to use the back."
"Ah, right. Morus, do it from behind!"
"Aaaah! You fucking bastards!!!"
Thud!
The wet sound of perfect penetration carried all the way over. Doggy-style was already a terrible idea for a pregnant woman; doing it with a pig made it an absolute catastrophe.
Thud thud thud!
Even a pig cock soaked in pussy juices made grotesque noises when forced into an unprepared asshole. Yet the shock of it made something black and fleshy peek its head out of Azazel's pussy.
The moment I saw that, I wanted to clock out early, so I poured every scrap of strength into the womb and pussy still packed with goblins.
"Hnnnnngh♡♡♡"
Pushing made the pleasure surge. Unlike the external organs of cock and balls, the joy rising from internal organs slammed through my entire body.
As if my true core wasn't my brain at all, but my womb. Every spark of electricity originated there before racing up to my skull.
I was getting addicted. To the act of bringing life into the world.
To the pleasure of a body that had been bound finally being set free.
And when that liberation exploded at its peak—
"It's being boooorn♡♡♡"
"Waaaaaah!!!"
I'd thrown my head back so hard I couldn't see clearly, but for the moment the child had been born.
"Life… hell♡ Hihehe♡"