Resolution
Jun's sleeping consciousness stirred and slowly drifted awake.
What roused him from a sleep so deep that even a corpse-robber could have carted him off unnoticed—the aftermath of the previous night's passion—was neither the birdsong beyond the window nor the bustle of the church preparing for its morning routine.
Slap. Slap.
"Hnnngh♡ Haaah♡ So good—your cock feels so good♡"
It was the same lewd moans that had delighted his ears the night before.
She nearly died in the stupidest way possible last night, and she's already at it first thing in the morning. Does this woman have any sense of fear at all?
Bemused, Jun swallowed the breast milk filling his mouth. Even after waking, his throat was still slick and wet—Fortuna had clearly been nursing him for quite some time. Come to think of it, his balls felt a touch lighter, too. A faint foreign sensation lingered in his urethra; she'd already milked him dry at least once before he woke.
Feels good, but it's getting a little stifling.
At present, Fortuna had him completely pinned. His shaft was locked tight inside her sopping pussy, his face buried under her enormous breasts, and his upper body crushed beneath her so thoroughly he couldn't so much as twitch. He wanted to spit out the nipple in his mouth and ask her to let go—but he couldn't. She had his head clamped between her arm and her chin the way a child clutches a doll.
In the end, Jun simply lay there and savored the pleasure rising from below. At first it was more than satisfying. But as time wore on, the teasing became unbearable. Conscious of the church family outside, Fortuna was only rocking her hips in tiny, shallow motions. After the previous night's beastly, unrestrained pounding, this timid grinding did nothing to satisfy him—it only stoked his lust higher.
I can't take this anymore!
He sat bolt upright.
"Hyaah! J-Jun. When did you wake up?"
Drawing even on his Aura Core, Jun forced himself up. Face-to-face in a seated position, Fortuna eyed him like a child caught mid-mischief. Instead of answering, he seized her plush ass in both hands. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh. The feel of it was pure art.
"J-Jun. What are you trying to do? You want to thrust? You can't right now. There are people outside."
"What are you talking about? You were going at it just fine before I woke up."
"That was grinding. Thrusting is different. It makes me too loud."
Fortuna shook her head hard, resisting with everything she had. Jun wanted to hear those sweet moans of hers—but his cock was itching so badly he was past patience. He decided to compromise.
"Then bury your face in the pillow. That way, even if you moan loud, it won't carry much outside. How about it? You actually want to scream your head off, don't you, For? Hmm?"
"…Fine."
Whether she found his reasoning sound or simply couldn't deny how badly she wanted to cry out, Fortuna glanced around once—then nodded without further hesitation. She climbed off him, immediately lay face-down on the bed, and raised her hips high so he could drive into her with ease. Semen from the load he'd dumped before waking was already seeping slowly out between her thick pussy lips. The sight was so arousing he swallowed dry spit without thinking.
Jun crawled on his knees behind her and, in one stroke, buried his shaft—slick with every kind of fluid—deep into her pussy. The wet, clinging flesh clamped down hard around him at once. And yet it didn't hurt at all. It felt perfect.
A dedicated cock-case is incredible! Ah—wait. It's the other way around.
His cock was the dedicated pussy-plug. The master was Fortuna's pussy; the modified part was his dick. Mildly irritated for no good reason, Jun gripped her love handles—her hips—and began thrusting hard.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Her body jerked and twitched with every impact.
"Hnnph♡ Hmph♡ Hnngh♡"
Each thrust sent waves rolling through Fortuna's ass. As if the motion were contagious, her entire body shuddered and twitched in time. Even set against the sight of her melting in pure pleasure, it was every bit as erotic. The one regret was that he couldn't hear those honeyed moans of hers.
Let's see how long you can hold out.
Jun clenched his teeth and drove harder. But Fortuna kept her face buried firmly in the pillow, stifling every sound as best she could.
I will hear those moans. No matter what.
He ruthlessly suppressed the climax surging up inside him—all for the sake of hearing her cry out. The desire was so fierce that, almost as a habit, he found himself unconsciously picturing the way she looked when she finally lost control and moaned. And then, naturally, he activated a certain skill.
The result:
Crack. Crack.
"Hoeek♡"
A faint electric crackle—audible only inside his own head—and Fortuna's back arched taut as a bow. The moan she unleashed rang out so loudly it would have carried to every soul in the church… if he hadn't, in the split second of her daze, sealed the sound with the basic non-elemental spell Barrier and Realize.
What just happened?
Jun was baffled—but he didn't stop thrusting. Once arched, Fortuna's back showed no sign of coming down.
"Hyaaang♡ Ju♡ Stooop♡ My heaaad—my head feels so weird♡"
She thrashed her head side to side as if the pleasure had pushed her past the brink of sanity. The night before, even under far more brutal pounding, she had never once lost her composure—and that had stung his pride more than he cared to admit. Watching her wail like this now, whatever the cause, mended that wounded pride and flooded him with pure exhilaration. A smile tugged at his lips as he roughly kneaded her breasts and spoke.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"For! You keep mouthing off to your godlike husband? Huh?"
"Aang♡ I won't—I promise♡ Haaah♡ Just stop the crackling alreadyyy♡"
"Oh-ho! Who do you think you're giving orders to, talking to your husband like that?"
"Sorry—hnnit♡ I'm sorryyy♡ So please—please stop alreadyyy hoeng♡ Hubbyyy♡"
It was effectively a declaration of surrender, and Jun's smile deepened. Stretching her heavy, dangling udders like soft cheese, he issued an order as a husband whose duty it was to impregnate his wife.
"Present that womb! I'm going to knock you up!"
Even while drowning in pleasure, Fortuna obediently tensed her waist and locked her hips in place so she wouldn't be shoved forward. Jun draped himself over her back, crushed her in a full embrace, and finally unleashed the climax he had held back for so long.
Spurt! Spuuurt!
"Hehe♡ Our baby-making juice is so full♡"
…Isn't that a little dangerous to say out loud?
After the sex was over, Jun burrowed into the arms of the unconscious Fortuna, intending to reclaim the sleep he'd lost. But through his spatial sense he detected Leonard approaching the infirmary—and bolted upright in a panic.
"For! Wake up! Hurry!"
"Hoehh♡ I can't anymore♡ My belly's so full—nothing else will fit…"
"Damn it."
Clicking his tongue at Fortuna's dazed state, Jun hastily reverse-summoned her, returning her to soul form. It was only possible because she was classified as a summon. Indeed, even among the reincarnation options she had been filed under Other—Summon (Angel of Fortune).
With Fortuna secured, Jun threw on his clothes in a rush, shoved the thoroughly soaked bedding into his subspace, and pulled out a clean set to spread over the bed.
I'll vent the smell outside as is.
He compressed the Barrier he'd had up nearby into a small mass and flung it out the window. Ordinarily, fixed-position defensive barriers like Barrier boasted high durability and no knockback—but in exchange, you couldn't resize or move them after casting. For Jun, who could read coordinates as easily as breathing through his spatial sense, it was hardly a challenge.
"Jun. Fortuna. Time to get up. Don't tell me you're still asleep."
Perhaps because of the complaints he'd voiced the day before, Leonard approached the bed but didn't yank the privacy curtain aside the way he had previously. Jun used the opening to perch on the edge of the mattress and pretend he'd only just woken.
"Yaaawn~. What's the occasion this early, Boss?"
Whoosh.
Leonard drew the curtain aside and stepped into view. In one hand he carried a tray laden with bread, soup, and vegetables.
"You didn't come down at mealtime, so I brought it myself. You're not even injured—why didn't you come down? What a nuisance."
Leonard walked over without ceremony and handed him the tray.
Phew. Looks like I got away with it.
He'd been anxious about not washing up, but apparently the smell on him wasn't too bad. Breathing an inward sigh of relief, Jun answered with carefully casual nonchalance.
"I was so at ease I just couldn't get my eyes open. But if it was a hassle, why not ask one of the kids?"
"I did. Then every last one of them started begging me to let them do it, so I just brought it myself. I've got something else to give you, too."
"Something to give me? You're giving me a present?"
A birthday gift, maybe? But my birthday's still a long way off.
Puzzled, Jun accepted whatever Leonard pulled from his back pocket. It was a silver bracelet that looked rather expensive.
"What's this?"
"Core-concealment gear. A Triple Core stands out far too much—better to hide it whenever you can. But you can't do that the normal way, can you?"
"Ah—thank you. I was actually worried about that."
So few people ever reached Triple Core that achieving it, for better or worse, inevitably drew endless attention and envy. Lacking the power or authority to protect himself from that scrutiny, Jun needed to keep his Triple Core hidden.
Ordinarily, concealing a core was simple: stop a core running in standard operation, and it vanished from detection. In this world of Lumen, the vast majority of human cores were conversion-type rather than the storage-type common in novels—mana was converted and used on the spot. Halt the core, and with no residual mana left inside, no one but the owner could tell whether a core was present at all.
Jun, however, couldn't use that method. Keeping his gluttonous summon and lover—the Angel of Fortune—constantly summoned required his core to remain constantly active as well.