The Womb's New Life
The injector, having smoothly completed the full insemination, slid free from my pussy, yet the mechanical arms pinning my thighs refused to release their hold. Wondering what was happening, I asked, "Why isn't this unlocking?"
There's still more to the process.
"Huh?"
I was still puzzling over Elisa's words when another mechanical arm appeared and approached my pussy. This one carried a diamond-shaped metal plate. It spread a clear solution over the tightly closed outer lips of my vagina before pressing the plate firmly into place, sealing it.
"Wait, is this what I think it is?"
Yes. It's a chastity belt.
"But why a chastity belt?"
Insertion sex is forbidden while my body grows inside your womb.
"Ehh... that's too much."
Even as I complained, I obediently accepted the device. The solution hardened, locking the chastity belt securely around my plump pubic mound and sealing it completely. Not a single gap remained. I ran my fingers over the flawless, smooth surface and murmured, "Looks like I won't be able to serve for a while."
Now please create my body.
"Understood."
I closed my eyes and focused intently on my uterus. I selected a premium, top-grade ovum and paired it with genetic sequences designed for the highest intelligence and a perfectly healthy body, then fertilized it. The moment fertilization occurred, the embryo began cellular division. I transferred it with utmost care and implanted it into the uterine wall. The instant implantation was confirmed, an overwhelming surge of pleasure erupted through me, and a powerful wave of maternal affection swelled in my chest.
While I gasped and trembled in ecstasy, the embryo that had touched the black latex uterine wall sank deeply inside, merging smoothly with the placental tissue and beginning its growth. "Hah... implantation is complete. Now we just wait for it to develop properly."
You did well.
"I hope this lovely child grows up strong and healthy."
Hehe. The maternal system is operating beautifully.
Elisa seemed to say something more, but I was too lost in the rising tide of happiness that came from thinking about the child in my belly. I spent the entire night stabilizing the fetus. The next day, I was finally able to step out into Eden itself.
Leaving through the main gates of the Central Temple, I took a deep breath beneath the sunlight. The architecture resembled Korea on Earth yet carried unmistakable differences that loudly declared this was Eden.
"Haa~ Experiencing my hometown in person really does feel different."
When we first arrived, I was surprised at how much it differed from the data in your memories, Sister.
"My memories only go up to the early stages of full-scale development, so of course it's changed. I wonder how much the Underground City has transformed."
After arriving in Eden I had been busy with so many things that I still hadn't visited the underground levels. Seeing how dramatically the surface had evolved, I couldn't even imagine what the subterranean city must look like now.
The central district surrounding the temple had grown even more magnificent and grand. The streets were far more crowded. Most noticeably, many angels with their signature dead eyes now gathered in small groups, shopping together or laughing and chatting with ordinary passersby. This was the result of the angel assimilation policy—an initiative to increase everyday contact between regular citizens and angels so they could blend naturally into society.
The rumor that angels constituted an entirely separate race, once limited to whispers among a few, had spread rapidly. As curiosity grew, Maria and Kyubey unnie saw an opportunity. They officially announced the creation of a female-only species called angels, making the concept public. Naturally, Eden's residents who knew the truth were either reconditioned or given appropriate measures to keep the real story hidden. Following Kyubey unnie's insistence that angels must know how to simulate emotions, children whose emotions had been removed were required to learn and perform them like the original angels until adulthood. As a result, babies born to angels were said to emerge with dead eyes, their emotions erased from the fetal stage by the symbiotic Abaddon they carried.
Even now, a mother and daughter pair of angels stood nearby, both possessing identical dead eyes. The mother, who still retained emotions, smiled softly, while the child in the stroller remained expressionless. The little girl rolled her lifeless eyes, intently studying the facial expressions of the person speaking to her mother as she learned to mimic emotion.
A child staring so blankly might have seemed unsettling, yet people who understood that angels were originally an emotionless race that learned by observation simply smiled and helped the child practice. They showed no discomfort at all.
So they first teach them to simulate emotion, then allow them to actually feel it.
"Angels fundamentally need to adjust their emotions to suit those around them, so it's a necessary step."
Turning the product known as angels into an entirely new racial brand and making ordinary people accept them naturally... what brilliant maneuvering.
"In the end, it lets angels live among humans without triggering any sense of rejection, so it's a success."
I continued toward the lodging where Ruya was staying, chatting with Elsa about various things along the way. When I spotted a dairy cow milk shop, I stopped in my tracks.
"Wow... dairy cows have truly been commercialized. Maria must have worked incredibly hard."
Through the glass, women wearing ear tags worked inside the shop in outfits that prominently displayed their generous breasts. Some took orders while others, deeper inside, had lowered their tops and were using milking machines to fill containers on the spot. From the mother buying milk with her child to the uncle openly fondling a clerk's breasts, everyone interacted with the dairy cow women in a perfectly natural manner.
I was watching one dairy cow girl laugh playfully while chatting with the man groping her when a red-haired boy with prominent freckles noticed me standing by the window. He approached with a puzzled look and asked, "Are you a dairy cow too, angel sister?"
"Hm? No, I'm not a dairy cow."
"But your breasts are so big. How are you not a dairy cow?"
The boy asked this while casually touching my chest, as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Though slightly flustered, I noticed the dairy cow girls showed no particular reaction to similar touches, so I left his hand where it was and answered, "Sister just happens to have large breasts."
"Then why are you wearing an ear tag?"
"I used to be a mare."
"Wow! I've never met a mare before!"
"Didn't you come here to buy milk?"
"Oh, right! Please wait just a moment."
"Go on."
At the cute boy's request, I agreed to wait. He dashed inside, ordered milk from the clerk, and soon emerged with a neatly sealed glass bottle. He returned to my side.
"Let's go, sister."
"Mm."
I followed the boy as he naturally took my hand and led me into a nearby café. After setting the milk bottle carefully on the table, he placed our order with practiced ease. "One cocoa, please."
"One cocoa. And for the angel?"
"Coffee, please."
Once the smiling waiter left, the boy spoke again. "Since you were a mare, sister, you must know a lot about them, right?"
"I suppose I do."
"Actually, my older sister is a mare. She's got pretty good results too."
"I see."
While I had been away on my long journey, mare racing had become one of Eden's signature sports. Ordinary people were now voluntarily becoming mares and competing as athletes, just like the boy's sister. The massive new human-horse racetrack on Eden's outskirts was packed with spectators every race day, and nationwide broadcasts achieved impressive ratings.
The boy with the mare sister looked at me seriously. "Lately my sister has become... rougher? More masculine? Her body is really muscular now. She used to be so gentle, but both her body and personality have changed a lot. Do all mares end up like that?"
"Hmm~ It's less that they've changed and more that she always had a straightforward personality that she kept suppressed. Becoming a mare simply let her express it. As for the muscles, she's an athlete who pulls carriages and runs at high speeds, so of course her body developed that way."
The muscular build came from the nanobots, but the personality shift was simply her innate traits surfacing. Becoming a mare intensified their instincts, after all.
The sportified human-horse races feel a bit dull. They don't even use mouth gags or whipping anymore.
Elsa clearly disliked the current version of the races, which used face-covering helmets instead of gags and avoided the whip entirely. Still, aside from those two elements, the core experience remained largely the same. And compared to the old days when they raced nearly naked except for corsets, exposure had decreased.
The boy sipped his cocoa thoughtfully before speaking again. "When my family visited the racetrack at my sister's invitation, we met her in the stables along with her trainer. I was shocked to see her naked. But she didn't seem embarrassed at all, even in front of us. Are all mares like that?"
"Ahaha... Mares spend all their time in the stables naked, so they're completely used to it. That's probably why."
It was surprising that families were allowed inside the stables, but the boy's casual reaction suggested it wasn't considered a problem.
"My parents were surprised at first, but they got used to it eventually."
"What about you?"
"I was surprised at how sexy her body had become, but it didn't really bother me. She is my real sister, after all."
Apparently the trainer in charge was so beautiful that he hadn't even paid attention to his sister's nudity, despite her now having larger, firmer breasts and an overall more erotic figure than before becoming a mare.
The boy asked me many questions about his mare sister. I answered what I could, gently rephrasing the more sensitive topics. Once his curiosity was satisfied, he finished his cocoa and smiled. "Thank you for answering all my questions, sister."
"It was nothing."
"Angels really are kind. You'll grant almost any reasonable request."
"Is that how it seems?"
"Yes. You're so kind it's almost worrying."
The boy even paid for my coffee before waving goodbye and disappearing into the crowd. I waved back, then continued on my way.
The open secret that mares provide service to their sponsors seems surprisingly well-accepted.
"They begin their athletic careers fully prepared for that reality. They even accept being issued livestock certificates upon becoming mares, so providing service isn't that big a deal."
By the way, they still maintain the breeding program for mares, correct?
"They breed if the mare herself requests it or accepts a sponsor's demand."
Children born from such breeding are raised either as ordinary babies or as future mares, according to the wishes of the mare and sponsor. Naturally, everything is handled with absolute secrecy.
"Now that I think about it, I promised to participate in one breeding session myself. I wonder if the trainer is still active."
A mare born from you, Sister? How exciting.
"I'll have to visit when I get the chance."
Recalling my training days with the mare trainer, I walked briskly toward the Earth delegation's lodging near the surface city hall. I met Ruya there and we talked.
"So you got pregnant with another man's seed instead of your husband's, right?"
"I became a mother body producing bioroids on Elisa's orders. I can still give birth to oppa's child normally, so don't worry."
"Is that the issue right now? Well, it is an issue. Sigh. Of course, even though Master is a concubine, she was granted freedom to meet other men, so I'll try to understand even if it's difficult. So, who's the father?"
"I don't know. It's a child created by combining the sperm of several geniuses."
"Aigo, my head hurts."
Ruya grumbled but ultimately accepted my decision. "I'm Master's slave, so I can let it slide easily. But you'll definitely get in huge trouble with your husband and Madam, you know?"
"Ugh, you're right, aren't you?"
"Bow your head to the floor and beg desperately. Since you're a special concubine, if you apologize sincerely and serve with everything you have, it should work out somehow."
Even though it had been on Elisa's orders, getting pregnant with another man's seed without my husband's permission was my fault. Following Ruya's advice, I would have to beg for forgiveness unconditionally. After lecturing me for a while, Ruya suggested we eat and headed for the restaurant inside the lodging.
The Earth delegation's presence required strict security, so the lodging was operated exclusively by queens with verified identities. Naturally, I ran into familiar faces.
"Oh my! Lady Elisha, it's been so long!"
"Ah, wonderful to see you. Have you been well?"
"I've been more than well."
The queen, dressed in an outfit resembling a maid uniform, greeted me warmly. She had been with the Blackmen since their early settlement in Eden, and we often chatted when our paths crossed. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, she returned to work and I continued toward the restaurant.
Ruya, walking beside me, sniffed the air and stroked her nose. "All the women working here have a peculiar scent."
"Ah, that would be the pheromones."
"Pheromones? You mean the ones from those Blackmen people you mentioned before?"
"Yes. Each carries the faint scent of their master's pheromones. It lingers on them."
This was true even for Kyubey unnie, Havid's queen. Despite being a succubus with a powerful natural scent of her own, she too carried the fragrance of pheromones.
Ruya inhaled again, then instinctively touched her lower belly. "Hmm, the scent is nicer than I expected."
"Don't breathe it in too deeply. It's addictive."
"You can get addicted from just the lingering trace?"
"Yes. And right now your womb feels slightly warm, doesn't it? Pheromones also induce heat in women."
"Uwa... that's scary."
The restaurant we entered with Ruya naturally had queens working there as well. The pheromones they emitted acted like natural air fresheners, filling the entire space. As a result, the female members of the delegation who were eating had noticeably flushed faces and slightly dazed expressions.