She's Not Pregnant Yet...?
After finishing our school assignment and parting ways, Miyeon and I agreed to meet again in front of the restaurant.
Hehe! This is gonna taste great.
It was a Western-style place that served multiple courses. Normally it had nothing to do with someone like me. The atmosphere was one thing, but the prices were ridiculous. All of this was only possible thanks to the Childbirth Allowance.
As expected, our kids are the best. I'll keep pumping them out diligently from now on.
Just being able to sleep with beauties like them was a jackpot. And on top of that, they even gave me money? It really was an absurd ability when I stopped to think about it.
As I waited, Seong Miyeon came walking from a distance.
...How does she shine even from far away?
It was like only that spot had a different art style. The sharp click of her heels as she walked casually. She took such meticulous care of herself that even her normal stride looked like a model on the runway.
The most impressive part is still that face and body, though.
It really drew out a sigh of admiration. Her voluptuous breasts that rose in perfect proportion. The narrow waist beneath them. The hips that flared out like they were drawn by an artist. All of it combined into one long, sleek line—the exact ideal female figure every man fantasized about.
As expected, the top student in the modeling department was on another level.
I already know how incredible she looks when stripped naked... but there's something special about her all dressed up too.
She looked even better because she'd dressed up so beautifully. She'd been stunning during the modeling event last time too. If I hadn't known about that shitty personality of hers, I might have actually fallen for her.
"Wow, is she a model? She's seriously beautiful."
"Is this a photoshoot or something?"
All eyes around us were locked on Seong Miyeon. Not just the men—the women were staring with admiration too. A beauty with a body that good was rare to see.
She walked right up to me and swept her hair back once.
"You're early, huh?"
"I got here first and was waiting."
"Sorry. Picking an outfit took longer than I thought."
"You're not late, so it's fine."
Even at a glance it was obvious she'd put real effort into her clothes. I hadn't expected her to dress up this much.
"But what's with your outfit?"
"Why? I dressed up pretty nicely, didn't I?"
"It does suit you. But you're in the design department—don't you know anything about TPO?"
"Of course I know. I just don't have the budget to dress for the occasion."
"Ha."
How was a commoner like me supposed to show up looking fancy? That was only possible for someone like Miyeon, who was both a college student and a professional model. She'd look good no matter what she wore anyway.
"You're in the design department. Shouldn't you be dressing well then?"
"Where would a college student get nice clothes?"
"Ugh! Forget it. I'm the idiot for expecting anything from you."
Seong Miyeon shook her head. I'd tried to dress up in my own way, but apparently it wasn't enough for a current model.
"Aren't you the one who's overdressed? It's just one meal."
"...Shut up."
Seong Miyeon's mood soured instantly. She'd seemed happy while we were working on the assignment.
"Sigh... If it were any other guy, I would've ditched his ass. But since you're the one treating, I'll let it slide."
"Wow, thanks so much."
A girl like Seong Miyeon would have tons of guys begging to eat with her. She shot every single one of them down without mercy. I was the exception because we'd already seen everything and worked on assignments together.
"It's kind of impressive, though. I didn't think you'd invite me somewhere like this."
"I heard an acquaintance came here for a date. It's on discount right now, so I figured why not."
"Hmm~ You came all the way here for a date? With who?"
"Senior Mirae."
“…”
Seong Miyeon narrowed her eyes and glared at me.
"You've been getting tangled up with that senior a lot lately. You two close?"
"Senior Mirae just takes good care of me."
"...She has a boyfriend but sure loves to butt into everything."
"We decided to call that being kind."
"What? So you're saying I'm not kind?"
...Honestly, she wasn't kind at all, was she? She gave off massive 'I'm the top bully bitch' vibes. If Seong Miyeon counted as kind, humanity would be a gathering of saints.
"Hey, hey. Why aren't you answering? You wanna die?"
"I-I think nice people don't grab others by the collar."
"My face and body are nice, so it's fine."
"Wow... You're actually saying that out loud."
"Isn't it true?"
"I acknowledge that you're model-tier."
Up close she was even more beautiful. The dress suited her perfectly. It went beyond simple beauty and gave off a strange sensuality. If the guys from our department saw her, they would've been painfully hard.
"Hmph! You should've called some other nice girl instead of me."
"You know that's impossible. Who else would I call but you?"
"...Yeah, that's true. As if a loser like you would know any other girls."
Seong Miyeon smirked, looking satisfied. Of course, I was the one who felt annoyed now.
"...Should we just split the bill?"
"Hey, hey. Don't sulk. This noona came all the way out here for you."
We kept chatting as we entered the restaurant.
"Welcome. Do you have a reservation?"
Even the staff at a high-end place like this were beautiful. We received service from a pretty older sister and sat down at our table.
"Hey, you were totally staring at that employee's tits just now."
"...No I wasn't?"
"Bullshit. You looked like you were about to die from how much you liked it."
Honestly it wasn't that bad. I'd only glanced once.
How the hell did she even catch that?
But I couldn't help it. It was a man's instinct.
"There's something way bigger right in front of you and you're still looking at other girls? You Casanova bastard."
Seong Miyeon's round breasts jiggled as if showing off. ...They really were enormous. The dress made her cleavage even more pronounced. Knowing exactly how they felt in my hands made the sight even lewder.
"You say that but you're staring again. What else would you expect from a loser?"
"Ahem! Ahem! They say if you tell someone not to think of an elephant, all they can think about is an elephant."
"Bullshit. Your dick is straight-up controlling your brain."
It was a crude conversation for such a luxurious restaurant. On the other hand, it completely melted the tension I'd been feeling.
Yeah. This was the real bully Seong Miyeon.
While we talked comfortably, the food started coming out.
"Whoa, it's beautiful. Expensive places really are on another level."
"Stop acting like a country bumpkin. First time?"
"Of course it's my first time. Coming to a place like this with you is a first for me."
"Hmm~"
I was happily taking photos when Seong Miyeon suddenly suggested, "Hey, let's drink."
"Drink? Is that necessary?"
"Do I have to teach you everything? You're supposed to drink at a time like this."
"Didn't you say you don't drink much usually?"
"That was only because the department events had shitty vibes. I'm paying, so shut up and drink."
Well, if she insisted.
I'd wanted to try drinking in a place like this anyway. The wine we ordered soon arrived, and the staff poured it for us personally.
Gulp. Gulp.
"Mmm~ It's good."
"...Aren't you drinking too much?"
"If it tastes good, it's non-alcoholic."
What kind of nonsense was that?
"And who cares? Even if I get drunk, you're here."
"Is that... so?"
"Ah, never mind. Actually, having a beast like you here might make it even more dangerous?"
Seong Miyeon smiled slyly at me. The way her tongue licked her lips was full of sensuality.
"Especially since you're a pervert who puts cat ears and a collar on a girl then makes her ride cowgirl."
"Hey, what if someone hears you?"
"It's fine. I'm being mindful. And so what if they do?"
She was already drunk. Her energy was clearly rising.
"Wow. Now that I think about it, it's ridiculous. That a loser like you took my virginity."
"I still find it amazing sometimes too."
"Consider it an honor for your family. I'm Seong Miyeon."
It was something that never would've happened without the Pregnancy Skill.
"You bastard. Does it feel good? Fucking me?"
"Is saying it feels good trash, or saying it doesn't feel good trash?"
"Hmm~ Either way it pisses me off?"
"Then I'll be honest. It felt fucking amazing."
"...You beast."
Seong Miyeon looked at me with pure disgust. Then why the hell did she ask?
Honestly, how could it not feel good?
It was Seong Miyeon—with that face, those breasts, and that ass. Any man would get rock hard seeing her naked.
Especially when she sucks cock with that face. It's absolutely perfect.
The gap from her usual self made it even hotter. Maybe because she worked out, but her pussy was top-tier too.
"Now that I think about it, I deserve to be treated like this. How much have I given you?"
"You enjoyed it too. Later your eyes were rolling back and you were slamming your hips on your own."
"Fuck, are you trying to ruin the taste of the alcohol?"
"Yes, yes. Please enjoy your meal."
The swearing didn't even feel bad anymore. We'd grown pretty close. Anyone could tell she was joking when she said it with that smile.
Come to think of it, it's amazing that I've ended up in this kind of relationship with Seong Miyeon.
The dinner ended in satisfaction. When we left the restaurant, the sun had already set. Because it was a full course, it had taken quite a while to eat.
Looking at the moon, Seong Miyeon complained lightly.
"Ah~ My stomach's so full I don't want to go home. My shoes are uncomfortable too."
"Want me to get you a taxi?"
“……”
She whipped her head around and stared straight at me.
"Hey, loser. Isn't your place close from here?"
"Closer than yours, yeah."
"Then let's rest at your place before I go."
"...Is that necessary?"
"I drank too much and my head hurts. I need to sit down for a bit."
No wonder she'd been drinking so heavily. Good thing tomorrow was the weekend.
Swish.
At that moment Seong Miyeon linked her arm with mine. I could feel the soft press of her breast through the dress.
"...Then shall we go?"
"Huh? Uh...?"
"Hey... Don't get any weird ideas. I'm just using you as a cane because I'm drunk."
Don't get any weird ideas, she says. How was I supposed to do that when she was pressing all these soft parts against me? Her arm, her breasts, her thighs—they were all so soft. Her clothes looked thin enough to slip right off.
"You're not going to make a girl drink then abandon her, right?"
"Weren't you the one who drank by yourself?"
"Shut up."
Seong Miyeon pinched my arm like she was scolding me. And so the two of us headed to my studio apartment.
****
"Um... Want some canned coffee?"
"Yeah. Give me one."
"Okay."
We sat side by side on the bed and drank the coffee. Not a single word passed between us.
“...”
“...”
Only silence filled the small room. Had it always been this awkward? We'd been talking comfortably and enjoying ourselves just a while ago. Now the air felt a little suffocating.
...Is this that kind of atmosphere?
After dinner and drinks. Coming to a man's one-room apartment. When I thought about it, the flow was obvious.
But I haven't used the Pregnancy Skill yet.
There was still time before the next birth. That meant Miyeon wasn't under any influence right now. Yet she'd suggested it first and come all the way to my house. Did that mean it was okay even without the skill?
Really? That Seong Miyeon?
It was hard to be sure. We weren't dating. We'd done it a few times, but those had been special cases. She'd rather hate it than initiate it herself. But if that was true, she wouldn't have come here in the first place.
...Is this really happening?
I wanted to, but it was hard to make the first move. Should the man step up here? I was still debating what to do when Seong Miyeon reached out toward me.
Swish.
Her hand went straight between my legs. She stroked my rigidly erect cock over my pants.
"Wow, this bastard. Is there seriously nothing but sex in your head? You've been rock hard since earlier."
"No, I didn't mean to..."
"Sure. Your body reacted first, you beast."
My head must have been completely filled with those thoughts. My dick had apparently been ready for a while.
"Why? Being alone with me at home makes you want to fuck me so bad you're losing your mind?"
"Yes."
“…”
I answered honestly. Seong Miyeon's ears flushed red.
"Ha. Seriously."
Seong Miyeon smiled fiercely at me. After a brief moment of hesitation, her hand moved again. No—it became far bolder than before. Like she'd made up her mind about something.
She slipped her hand inside my pants and stroked gently. The subtle stimulation felt even more electric.
"Hey, hey. Seong Miyeon."
"What."
She was already pulling down my pants and underwear, freeing my cock.
"You fucked me like crazy. But I can't do it to you?"