Doesn't Budge an Inch!

"Huff… huff! Requesting halt! Current physical burden is considerable!"

The Status Window panted hard, telling me she needed a rest. Hadn't she said her tendons were torn? In that condition, even a Hero's body would struggle to move — and a body that had done nothing but birth babies in that place would find this kind of exercise even more punishing.

"Alright, let's rest here. The goblins shouldn't be able to track us this far."

I caught my breath and bought two bottles of water from the shop, handing one to the Status Window.

Glug, glug!

"Pwah. Hydration complete. Commencing rest as of this moment."

"Yeah. We're still a ways from the village, so how about we camp nearby?"

"Logical. Carrying this body the rest of the way would impose extreme stamina drain on the user."

The Status Window was making weak noises. No — looking at how deathly pale she was, sweat pouring off her, those weren't weak noises at all. Those were strong ones.

We caught our breath, walked a little farther, then pitched an auto-tent in a clearing with sparse trees and set up camp.

While we were at it, I splurged on a campfire kit from the shop, set the mood, and settled in for dinner.

The menu: charcoal-grilled chicken skewers! …But first, there was something that had to be done. Namely, properly realigning the Status Window's twisted tendons.

I say "realigning," but the process was surgical — dismantling the tendons, then using healing to reattach them.

Pssht.

That wasn't the sound of pussy juices. I dumped a generous amount of disinfectant inside the tent, sealed it with a Holy Shield, and created a sterile workspace.

And inside that sterile space, the Status Window was opening up her own arms and legs with a scalpel, performing the operation on herself.

"Ugh, doesn't that hurt?"

"Estimate: the Hero's body appears somewhat desensitized to pain. User, request heal on this site."

"Sure."

On the Status Window's order, I poured a heal into the spot at the tip of the forceps. The tendon regenerated rapidly, knitting back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠together as if it had never been severed.

Honestly, it was gore if you wanted to call it gore — but compared to the old days, I'd gone numb to blood. Why? Goblins and orcs were monsters, fine. But Nades were human.

It was murder, plain and simple. And I'd killed without a second thought. And in exchange, maybe — the anguish of violence ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and killing had drained out of my head, and pleasure seemed to be filling the empty space.

Then it hit me. I remembered the Breeding Stock progress on the Status Window's body — the Hero's body — had been at 91%.

"Operation complete. Limb damage restored."

While I'd been lost in thought, the Status Window had already finished the surgery and was packing away the scalpels and other instruments.

"However. Severe muscle loss, combined with the body's Breeding Stock conversion, estimated to have reduced physical stats by up to 10%."

My head hurt.

"What? Show me the stats."

I couldn't believe that 10% figure. Startled, I called for a status share from the Status Window.

Status.

Setting luck aside, the overall stats were better than mine — but for a Level 49, they were pathetic.

"…We're fucked. Once you've already leveled up, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pumping stats after the fact won't make you strong again. The exp requirements balloon, so it's inefficient as hell."

"Affirmative. Therefore, proposing a level reset for this body."

"A reset?"

My eyes lit up at the word. It was the classic method for rebuilding a ruined character, or for a class change. And right now, it was exactly what we needed — the key to taking down the Demon King.

"Is it possible? What materials and time do you need?"

"Possible. Requirements: peak condition prior to execution, 2000 DP, and 24 hours."

"Can I pay in installments?"

"Absolutely not."

I let out a long, heavy sigh. My current Divine Power was 1000. Meaning I didn't have the means to drop twice that amount in a lump sum.

"Ugh…"

I sighed again and opened my own status window. The meaning was simple — the same reflex as checking your bank balance when you need to buy something expensive.

"What the hell? Are my eyes broken?"

"Functioning correctly. User's Divine Power is 2000 DP."

Without me even noticing, my Divine Power and luck had both doubled. What? I hurriedly checked the notification log.

Right after the Breeding Stock progress went up, the Divine Power went up. Even an idiot could see the connection.

"So… the further the Breeding Stock conversion goes, the more Divine Power I get?"

"Probability 97%. The Breeding-Stock-converted womb and the Divine Power within appear to be generating mutual interaction."

"So basically, the more I fuck and get pregnant, the stronger I become?"

What an absolutely insane training method. Fuck. I should've gotten dragged into this other world as a man! You useless piece-of-shit goddess. If you were gonna pull me in, you could've done it one week earlier.

"…Half affirmative. Conventional leveling methods also exist. During the process of resetting the Hero's body, if interference is applied by bypassing the user's system, the user's level lock is also estimated to release."

"Finally!"

Music to my ears. Level up fast, take that Demon King bastard's head, then find a way home…

"Hey, Status Window."

"Standing by for input."

"When I kill the Demon King, do I get anything? Like, a return ticket to Earth? A return ticket to Earth?"

I'd stressed the important part twice, so even the Status Window had to know what I was getting at.

"This system hereby pledges. User shall be enabled to return to original world. Pledge is absolute."

"That's a contract, got it? Verbal, sure, but I'm doing this because I trust you. If you screw me over, I'm class-changing into a Breeding Womb and defecting to the Demon King's army, understand?"

"…Even a verbal contract is a contract. This system will honor it without fail."

And so the verbal contract was sealed, and we sat by the campfire outside the tent, drooling over chicken skewers sizzling on the flames.

Sizzle.

"Oh, these turned out great. Here — don't rush it. You'll burn the roof of your mouth."

"Gratitude. Nom… cough, cough!"

"…And don't swallow it whole either. Here, drink some cola."

I handed a cola to the surprisingly clumsy Status Window, who chugged it in one go — and immediately choked again.

Cola spilled all over her body, and I laughed at the ridiculous sight.

"Ahahaha! Hold still. I'll wipe you off real quick."

I pulled out a wet wipe and started cleaning the cola off the Status Window's body.

Twitch!

"…?"

Her body jerked hard. At first I thought she still hadn't recovered from the cola.

"Hnn!"

But the moment I swept the wipe down across her chest, I knew it was something else. Breeding Stock Status: 91%. Apparently even the Status Window couldn't withstand that kind of force.

Well now… maybe I should mess with her a little?

Slurp♡

"User?! What on earth are you—"

"I'm cleaning you, duh. Hold still."

"Ineffi— hnn♡ Efficient! Recommending halt!"

I ignored her and sucked on her nipple, rolling my tongue hard against it.

"Haaaang♡"

"Sluuurp! Haa — I'm not done cleaning yet! These naughty tits keep dirtying themselves with milk, so I've gotta keep going!"

Sluuuurp♡

"Hiiiieek! Halt! Requesting halt!"

The Status Window screamed at me to stop. But her voice was laced with ecstasy, so the persuasion was lacking — and her breasts started spraying milk like mad, as if begging to be sucked harder.

And her pussy, too, was thrashing out a protest of its own, gushing fluid like it needed something badly.

I knew exactly what that meant, and I fully intended to oblige. I bought an extra-large dildo from the shop and waved it in front of the Status Window.

"Th-that's—!"

"It's what your pussy needs. Going in."

I pressed the tip of the dildo against her entrance and shoved it in all at once. Or rather — I tried to. But faster than my hand, the Status Window's hands twisted my nipples and yanked my breasts out so hard they stretched.

"Hwooooooh!!!"

Sp sp sp sp sp!!!!

The milk that had built up sprayed out and soaked the dirt floor. And my face, too, was soaked in pure pleasure.

"Retaliation for non-compliance with negotiation!"

"Oh yeah? Well this is my retaliation too♡"

I said it through gritted teeth, holding back the pleasure as I shoved the dildo home.

Schluuuurp♡

The dildo sank into the Status Window's pussy with a wet sound so lewd it felt good just to hear it.

"Hwhiiiiieeet♡"

The Status Window let out a scream of pure, blissful climax.

"Summary judgment!"

And with that, she pulled the hand hammer I'd bought earlier out of her inventory.

"Eh."

Something felt off about this.

CRAAACK!

"Gwooooork! Somebody help! Skynet is attacking humanity!"

The Status Window had caved in my skull. Given my trait of converting pain into pleasure, it was definitely a good kind of pleasure — but I felt a genuine threat to my life and rolled around on the ground.

"Additional punishment! Additional punishment!"

And as if that still wasn't enough, she left the dildo buried in herself and started raining kicks on me one after another. But honestly, it felt better than expected — and I had Heal, the ultimate invincible skill.

"Mmm~ I just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠heal it right back~! And it doesn't even hurt~!"

"User requires a full cranial reformat! Additional punishment!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

And so our night grew deeper.