The Way to Make a Child
Whoosh! The sound stirred his imagination. In moments when one relied solely on hearing, without sight, the mind freely conjured the reality of the unseen.
I have to hold back. I have to endure.
Kim Sung-tae had come to Saintess Aria's room at her invitation. As he sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to wash off the day's grime, the sound of cool water reached his ears from the bathroom.
The splash of water poured from a basin over her body. That sound ignited his imagination.
I want to see. Is she washing naked? Or wrapped in a towel? Maybe in a thin bathing robe.
Thick steam would envelop her body, modestly veiling her intimate parts. When she emerged from the bath, would she be wrapped in a towel? Since they needed to make a child, would she come out bare?
Ah, no! Get a grip, Sung-tae. You can't do it anyway.
He glanced down at his armor and clenched his fist. He wanted to smash it right then and there. But the moment he did, this place would become ruins.
"Please... make a child with me."
"......Do you even know how to make one?"
"O-of course. I've heard about it from others many times."
Who the hell taught the saintess something like that!
He'd thought she was pure and innocent, but she already knew the method. He had to refuse her request. With his armor on, that thing was impossible anyway. He could smash it anytime, but doing so would turn this into a murder scene, not child-making.
But... but!
"Hoo......"
Sung-tae let out a sigh and gazed toward the bathroom where the saintess was. She was still washing. When she came out, he'd refuse. It wasn't too late yet. Not too late at all...
Ugh. I can't refuse...
This was a first in his twenty years of life. Being invited to a woman's room was new enough, but arriving at the final destination like this? It was way too fast. A situation no man could refuse. He knew he couldn't do it, yet his instincts rebelled against refusal. Inside him, instinct and reason waged war.
Kekeke! Opportunities like this don't come often!
You can't anyway. Don't hurt her more—get out now!
Oh? You don't get it. We don't have to do it. Just watch?
W-watch?! It'll only torture you! Don't hold onto false hope for something you can't have!
The battle between instinct and reason. Though two Sung-taes fought within, they converged on one conclusion.
We can't do it anyway! So let's at least watch!
No, why stay for what we can't do? Run!
There was no talk of politely confessing and leaving gracefully.
God...
Sung-tae didn't believe in God, but for the first time in his life, he clasped his hands and prayed to this isekai's deity.
Please make me weak. Just for this moment! Make me a normal person!
Regrettably, God seemed to have abandoned him—no answer came. No god in any world would heed the prayers of an atheist begging at the eleventh hour.
The door opened, and the saintess cautiously approached the bed. Sung-tae cracked his eyes, suppressing his pounding heart, and looked at her.
"My Lord, I am prepared."
Hmm.
Fortune or misfortune, she was clothed. In a situation where he could neither rejoice nor lament, Sung-tae sighed in relief and regret. However, her garments clung tightly to her body, damp from the bathroom steam.
This is... not bad either. No, maybe even better.
Sometimes, clothed was sexier than nude. Her skin-hugging clothes proved it. The term "see-through" wasn't coined for nothing.
Get it together, Sung-tae! Focus!
Now, refuse. You can't do it anyway.
He resolved to, but still couldn't speak.
I thought I could suppress my lust now...
"S-so, shall we try making one now?"
"Huh? Oh! Yeah... let's."
The saintess sat beside Sung-tae. Blushing, she slowly raised her hands. He closed his eyes. Was she undressing? Seeing her naked now might make him lose control.
...But why's it so quiet?
Sung-tae kept his eyes shut for a long time, waiting for the rustle of clothes. But no sound came.
He peeked. "......What are you doing?"
"Making a child."
"......?"
She wasn't undressing. A man and woman sat on the bed, fully clothed, not touching. The saintess had her hands clasped in prayer. Holy light emanated from her body, cooling Sung-tae's heated form.
"Making a child?"
"Yes. Isn't this how it's done?"
"......How do you know how to make a child?"
"Others told me. They said if you pray like this with your loved one in the bedroom, God will grant you a child."
"Who said that?! And why were you so embarrassed if it's just praying?!"
"Everyone told me that... And, well, praying alone in the bedroom to make a child is my first time..."
Ahh, you innocent girl. Do you really believe that's true!
Sung-tae pictured the saintess asking priests awkward questions, and their flustered responses.
"How do you make a baby?"
"S-Saintess. Ahem. Babies... God grants them when you pray with your loved one."
Damn this isekai.
In the modern world, sex ed was mandatory in schools—no such misunderstandings. Even without it, endless online tutorials would teach anyone. Fully understanding the priests' reluctance to corrupt her purity, Sung-tae decided to just pray along.
But his fantasies and her words had already boiled his lust beyond control. And that lust...
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Bang bang bang! The clamor at the iron door sent Mukkebi racing to the mountain of lust. The firmly locked door seemed ready to burst, seams cracking as lust threatened to erupt.
"Uwaaa!!! The monster again!"
The sky turned red. Crimson energy from it flowed into the lust mountain. Lust should emerge from the mountain itself, yet Sung-tae's was drawing power from outside.
But that wasn't important now.
"The door's gonna break!"
Even if it held, the quaking mountain looked ready to collapse.
Mukkebi knew by now: whenever Sung-tae had weird thoughts, the monster rampaged. She didn't know exactly what those thoughts were.
To prevent collapse, she opened the lust door.
"You monsters! The culprits ruining Sung-tae's inner world!"
Crimson lust burst out. Mukkebi devoured it frantically. As it vanished and reformed, Sung-tae's repressed thoughts shifted repeatedly.
This is my chance to give her sex ed. Kekeke. I'm God's incarnation, right? She'd believe and follow my words blindly!
"Don't come out, you monsters!"
But... she's so innocent, knowing nothing. She's an adult, but I can't do weird things to such a pure girl.
"Ugh, more monsters!"
But she's human too! Humans should enjoy lust, one of life's pleasures!
"Stop coming out!"
Having absorbed sloth and grown a bit, Mukkebi could suck in more lust faster. But Sung-tae's prolonged abstinence had made his lust grow just as quickly. Plus, before it was just seeing nudity; now she'd asked to make a baby—excitement on another level.
"I'll eat it all!"
But lust is just instinctual pleasure. Unlike hunger or sleep tied to survival, it's a joy reason can choose. Never force it if she doesn't want it.
"Gaaah! Too much!"
Once she tastes it, she can't escape! Bear God's child!
Mukkebi screamed amid the lust onslaught. This wouldn't end. She couldn't eat the source—Sung-tae forbade it. But emergency.
"No choice."
Mukkebi entered the lust mountain while devouring, grasping its root.
"Sung-tae said not to eat it!"
She gulped down the lust root. Warmth spread in her belly; her form began changing—like with Garba, into the image that sparked the lust.
"I ate it, but it might regrow, so tell Sung-tae."
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"My Lord?"
Saintess Aria gazed at Sung-tae, emanating strange energy. The glow from his body dazzled her eyes, yet filled her with ecstasy at witnessing God's true form.
"Ahh......"
"Sung-tae! No weird thoughts! Monsters keep coming!"
Mukkebi burst out simultaneously. Seeing her, the saintess thought her prayer worked.
"Really... a child!"
A slightly grown girl's form, but identical to the saintess. Like child Aria brought forth.
See? Praying as man and woman makes a child!
Her misguided belief solidified.
"Huh? What're you two doing?"
Clueless Mukkebi alternated glances between saintess and Sung-tae. The saintess eyed her dubiously—not a newborn baby, but a girl. Shouldn't it be an infant? Why grown?
"M-my Lord. Is this child... truly ours?"
"......"
Sung-tae said nothing. Like before, his lust root removed, he was in enlightened bliss.
"Ahh. Bryunaks..."
Intense halo filled the room, a light inducing soul-deep rapture.
"Saintess, what is a child? Must blood tie make it yours?"
"Saintess Aria will heed God's words."
"A child is raised in love. If child loves parents and parents love child, blood matters not."
Don't deny it's yours—raise it in love. So she interpreted, hugging Mukkebi.
"I understand, Bryunaks."
"Uh, huh?"
"From now on, I'm your mom."
Though a girl, not baby, she resembled Aria perfectly—no doubt her child. God's incarnation made it; born as girl? Divine miracle.
"Wh-what? What's happening?"
"Grow healthy."
"S-Sung-tae? What the...?"
Mukkebi looked at Sung-tae, bewildered. He said nothing.
"Hehe......"
Just smiling contentedly at the mother-daughter embrace.
Mukkebi's bewildered cry echoed from the saintess's room throughout the temple.
"What the hell happened?!"
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After the Rubert incident, the temple bustled with seekers of God. An old priest pondering crowd dispersal on the corridors spotted three emerging from the saintess's room—eyes flashing.
"That child?"
A small girl in the saintess's arms. Panicked and lost, unfamiliar yet familiar face.
"She looks like the saintess... but..."
The saintess and Sung-tae with her. Priests already deemed Sung-tae God's incarnation; seeing his radiant halo, the old man couldn't lift his head, kneeling.
"Ooh......"
"Bryunaks......"
Other priests gathered, weeping at divine majesty.
Sung-tae addressed them in a deep voice, captivating all like speaking to souls.
"Rise. What makes you kneel?"
He merely acted God's incarnation, not truly divine. But lust purged, enlightened, he was godlike.
"Rise."
The soul-shaking voice lifted them. Gone were thoughts of his false act here. Like a sage spreading enlightenment, he yearned to share his epiphany on "child-making."
"Many people. Let's go there."
"Yes, my Lord."
Sung-tae led saintess and priests outside. Townsfolk, seeing haloed priests and him, knelt en masse.
"Ahh......"
Words failed them. Sung-tae matched their savior image: leading believers to utopia.
Could human words describe it?
"I shall share my enlightenment with all."
Smiling softly at Mukkebi in Aria's arms, his insight was on blood ties, as told the saintess.
"You claim to spread love and mercy. Then answer: how do you treat lost children?"
"Lost children......"
"Do you nurture unbloomed sprouts, immature ones defenseless against the world?"
"......"
Silence fell. Bryunak meant love and mercy, yet they only healed temple visitors and injured—no more. Orphans got meals and a bed, then nothing. No responsibility for parentless wanderers.
"Children are the future. Build homes for them. Care until grown. Blood or not, nurture in love, repaid in love—that makes family, no?"
"My Lord......"
Godly words of love and mercy etched deep. Glancing at Mukkebi, they thought:
God... impregnated the saintess!
A girl overnight(?). God's different, alright!
Sung-tae's speech ended; eyes turned to Mukkebi. Burdened, she forced an awkward smile—seen as angelic.
"An angel."
Someone's whisper reached her. She knew this stemmed from eating the lust root, but too late for truth.
Instead, she beamed, making her awkward grin angelic as desired, thinking:
Just stay quiet.
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Kim Sung-tae's speech. Soon, the continent changed: Saint Country folk spread, building orphanages. Operating as God's will for homeless kids and orphans, drawing nonbelievers to faith and aid.
Prior ones were rare volunteer efforts. Temples systematizing spread the orphanage concept continent-wide.
Why suddenly? Asked priests: uniform reply.
"God gave direct revelation."
No believers. Just seen as humble deflection of credit to God.
Thus, Sung-tae rumors didn't spread—except he was Bryunaks's incarnation. Others did.
He'd learn them soon. Terrifying rumors...