Chapter 238: Escape
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 238: Escape
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Vivian's face. She furrowed her brow as the light flickered every time the curtain swayed.
Unable to bear it any longer, she opened her eyes to the sight of a bed large enough to comfortably fit eight people lying side-by-side.
"Ah... was it a dream?"
Still groggy and half-asleep, she recalled a dream set two months ago. It was the first time Balak had held her.
She was soaked down below. The remnants of Balak, who had tormented her until dawn, were now leaking out, aided by the vaginal fluid her dream had coaxed out.
"Ah... I have to change the sheets again."
Vivian pouted. Because the bed was so large, the sheets were enormous too. Naturally, washing them was a lot of work.
On top of that, Balak's libido was so strong they had sex for half the day, and the amount of semen he ejaculated was so copious that the sheets had to be changed daily.
Still, she had no intention of changing the bed. She hated sleeping in a place drenched in semen.
She liked Balak, liked him enough to swallow his semen, but she couldn't stand the sticky, unpleasant feeling.
"Hmph..."
As her mind slowly cleared, Vivian rolled over and buried her face in the sheets. She could smell his scent where he had lain.
After a long moment, a clattering sound from outside made Vivian sit up.
"Balak."
Balak was in the kitchen, preparing a meal. When he turned around at her call, Vivian quickly ran and threw her arms around him.
Smooch.
Instead of a morning greeting, she gave him a kiss that had now become a habit. Balak's hands, too, habitually grabbed her ass like a handle and pulled her close.
Their bodies pressed together naturally. Vivian felt something hard poking her stomach.
"Hey, honestly. We went at it until dawn..."
Vivian blushed, a shy expression on her face. Balak kissed her again and said, "It's because my wife is too beautiful."
"Hmph. Flattery will get you nowhere. I have to wash the bedding that's covered in semen."
"Is that so?"
Balak thrust his hips, rubbing his cock against Vivian's lower abdomen. Vivian felt the pleasure of the previous dawn reawakening within her.
"You're such a sly snake. Well, I suppose a cultured wife like myself will have to endure it. We don't have much time, so I'll be satisfied with this."
As if she had no choice, Vivian pulled down Balak's pants. The massive thing, which had been tucked at his waist, sprang out and flicked against the bridge of her nose.
Faced with the wicked-looking cock, Vivian licked her lips without realizing it. Two months had been more than enough time to make her see the monster as something lovely.
"Vivian."
Swallowing hard, Vivian took the monstrous cock into her mouth. Slowly, but without stopping, she guided it deep down her throat.
"Mmm..."
The sensation of it prodding her throat was incredibly unpleasant, but the moment she heard Balak's low moan, all discomfort vanished.
If it makes him happy, this is nothing. Vivian was truly in love with Balak.
She didn't resist, even when Balak grabbed her head like a handle and roughly plundered her throat.
Instead, she skillfully undressed, caressing her exposed breasts and pussy to add to the visual stimulation.
"Ngh. I'm going to cum."
As a result, Balak came faster than usual. Vivian expertly opened her throat, ready to receive his semen.
The volume of his ejaculation was immense, but after sharing her body with him for over two months, Vivian was used to it. But just as the first spurt shot past her throat...
"Ugh."
An unfamiliar wave of nausea washed over her, and Vivian reflexively spat out his cock, gagging.
"Vivian?"
"Ha... It tastes strange today. Did you eat something behind my back yesterday?"
Forcing a smile, Vivian frowned at the sight of the twitching cock before her eyes.
"This thing really can't tell the time or place."
"It's all your fault."
"Oh my. Trying to shift the blame to me again?"
"I'm serious this time. What husband wouldn't get excited seeing his incomparably beautiful wife covered in his semen?"
Because she had spat him out at the moment of ejaculation, her entire body was now drenched in it.
"Ah... I'll have to take a full bath now."
Finally realizing the state she was in and that her work had just doubled, Vivian's face fell.
"Are you feeling alright?"
But the moment she saw Balak's face, filled with concern, she felt happy instead.
"Cumming in my mouth is forbidden for a while."
"...How long is 'a while'?"
"That's for me to decide."
Vivian giggled at the deeply disappointed Balak, then walked away, swaying her hips.
"Is it already time?"
And Balak, a strange expression on his face, stood there until Vivian was out of sight.
*
When Vivian returned after bathing and doing the laundry, Balak had already left for work.
The two had settled in a small village of shifting cultivators at the southernmost tip of the continent, where Balak had gained recognition as an excellent woodcutter.
The wood he felled was of high quality and plentiful, so much so that the existing woodcutters had to look for other jobs.
"Whose husband is he? He's so amazing."
"At night, too?"
Someone answered her monologue. A pretty young woman was peeking at Vivian through the window. It was the young widow who lived next door.
"Jessie!"
"Hmph. I could hear you humming from outside. It's the same at night. Really, it's not like you're trying to show off, but you wake up the whole neighborhood."
Because of Balak, Vivian had developed a bad habit of not suppressing her moans. In truth, part of it was intentional.
"It's really not like you're trying to tease us."
It was because this village she had settled in was full of widows. And what's more, they were all remarkably beautiful, not at all what one would expect from women in a village of shifting cultivators.
Vivian's moans were a declaration, a way of announcing that her relationship with Balak was solid.
"He just loves me that much."
In a time when men were scarce due to the prolonged war, Balak was a man any woman would covet.
Vivian had to protect him, even if it meant using somewhat crude and embarrassing methods. She could never lose the love she had found again.
"I'm so envious."
It wasn't just Jessie next door who was envious. If one looked closely, it was easy to spot the village widows hovering around Balak.
Among them was even the head of the local convent, which only accepted women who served as the village's focal point.
"It's a problem when a man is just too charming."
The fact that such a man had eyes only for her made Vivian feel smug, but at the same time, she was afraid he might leave her for another woman.
Isn't there a saying that no man would refuse a woman who throws herself at him? Just imagining him with another woman made her stomach churn.
"Ugh."
Gagging once more, Vivian headed to the kitchen, pondering how to rein in Balak, who so carelessly went around exuding his charm.
Her plan was to first capture his heart with delicious food.
Isn't there a saying? You're with a beautiful woman for three months, a kind-hearted woman for three years, but a woman who cooks well for a lifetime.
She was in the middle of cooking when she decided to splurge and sprinkle some expensive spices.
"Ugh."
Vivian gagged again. The nausea that had started in the afternoon showed no signs of stopping, even as evening approached.
At this point, a possibility she had been forcefully ignoring began to creep into her mind.
"No way, it can't be..."
Vivian forced a laugh, dismissing the thought that had just occurred to her. No matter how she thought about it, it didn't make sense. Yes. That's right. It really couldn't be.
However... as the days passed, the nausea showed no signs of stopping. The decisive evidence was her slightly swelling belly.
"How...!"
She could no longer deny it. Terror washed over her. Hadn't her own reproductive abilities been sealed as the price for the spell she cast on Allen?
Then how? It couldn't be. Something she didn't understand was happening.
Vivian tried to deny reality, but her ever-more-present belly grabbed her face, holding it steady so she could no longer look away.
Then, one evening.
"Vivian."
Vivian was lying in bed, wearing a nightgown that was half-off, staring blankly at the ceiling.
As usual, Balak began to remove her nightgown, intending to climb on top of her immediately.
But Vivian's foot stopped his advance. She smiled at Balak, who was looking at her with a puzzled expression, and pushed him away completely.
"Let me serve you."
"Is it a special day?"
"Hehe. You'd better figure it out quickly. If you don't want to get in trouble."
Using service as an excuse, Vivian straddled Balak, placing her hands on either side of his brightly smiling face as she looked down at him.
Balak's gaze was fixed on Vivian's breasts, which couldn't defy gravity.
While he was distracted, Vivian's hand slipped under the pillow he was lying on.
When her hand emerged, it was holding a dagger with a chillingly sharp blade. Without a moment's hesitation, Vivian pressed it to his throat.
"Who are you?"
Even though he must have felt the biting cold of the dagger, Balak was still smiling. Vivian scowled and pressed the dagger closer.
"I asked who you are."
The sharp blade left a straight gash on Balak's neck, a drop of blood welling at its end.
He was still smiling.
"You must already be certain, no? Otherwise, you wouldn't be holding a weapon to the throat of the husband you love so dearly."
"...Allen?"
Vivian's eyes trembled as if she couldn't believe it, as if she didn't want to believe it. She prayed she was misunderstanding, that she was mistaken again.
No, she wished he would just lie to her. She didn't want to shatter this happiness, even if it was built on a foundation of lies.
However.
"Yes. It's me."
Balak—no, Allen—dispelled Ophelia's spell and revealed his true form.
The moment Vivian met those eyes that seemed to look down on the world...
"ALLEN!!!"
Vivian put all her strength into the hand holding the dagger. But the blade was already caught in Allen's hand, unable to advance.
With a blood-soaked hand that quickly stopped bleeding, Allen snatched the dagger and threw it off the bed.
"WHY!!!"
Vivian resorted to pounding his chest with her fists, screaming. Allen leaned back against the headboard and sat up, pulling her into an embrace.
"Let go! Let me go!"
Vivian struggled to break free, but Allen only held her tighter and said, "Why, you ask? For revenge, of course."
"Revenge? By toying with me?"
Allen shook his head. Then he shouted toward the curtained bedroom window.
"Come in."
The person who promptly opened the window and entered was her neighbor, Jessie. Jessie grinned at Vivian, who couldn't hide her bewildered expression.
"You called, big brother?"
"Don't tell me...!"
Jessie swept a wide-open hand over her face, from her chin to her hairline. The face revealed beneath was that of Vivian's daughter, Aenya.
"Well, it's not the first time, is it? You saw me as a baby. But since I don't remember, I'll greet you like this. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mother."
"Ae-Aenya?"
"Yes. It's me, your daughter, Aenya."
Aenya gave a bright smile, and as if that fulfilled her filial duty, she lost all interest in Vivian.
Her attitude wounded Vivian's heart even more, but Aenya was indifferent, even knowing this.
They had been separated when she was a baby, so she had no feelings for her, and besides, wasn't all the hardship Allen endured Vivian's fault? She should consider herself lucky to only be ignored.
Aenya's gaze was focused solely on Allen. Vivian realized it was the same look she herself had given Allen when he was disguised as Balak.
"Aah..."
Allen glanced at the despairing Vivian and said to Aenya, "She's pregnant."
"Really? Hmmm..."
When Aenya looked at Vivian again, her eyes had turned red.
As the former Star Witch, Vivian knew this was proof that her power was active. She also knew why she would be using her power in this situation.
"No way."
Aenya responded with a deep smile.
"I can't see it."
Vivian was more shocked than when she had learned that Balak, whom she believed to be her true love, was actually her enemy, Allen.
And for good reason. Aenya's words meant that the child Vivian was carrying was a boy.
"N-No!!!"
Vivian frantically tried to punch her own stomach, but Allen restrained her again before she could.
"Mother, you can't do that. The whole reason I went through the trouble of coming back here was for this. And what's more, we were lucky enough to get a boy on the first try."
The person Vivian hated most—no, the one she despised and loathed—was Allen. And after him? It was the entire male gender.
Therefore, the most horrific thing that could happen to Vivian was to be pregnant with Allen's son.
That was the ultimate revenge Allen had conceived.
"I'm not your mother!" Vivian screamed as if in a frenzy. She wasn't trying to deny the truth. Realizing this, Allen couldn't hide his surprise.
"Don't tell me you're still mistaken? That a modern soul stole my body?"
"...!"
As Vivian's eyes widened in disbelief, Allen shook his head slowly.
"Mother. It's me, Allen. Your son, whom you bore in pain, Allen Tobalts. I still remember it. The roses you trampled."
The moment Allen mentioned a memory only the two of them could know, something a modern soul could never know, Vivian's last hope was completely crushed.
"Nooo—!"
He paid her no mind. Allen began to expertly explore Vivian's body. She resisted, but it only served to heighten his excitement.
"Mother. I'm no longer the child you knew, begging for love. If I want it, I will take your love by force."
"Surely you don't think I'll be satisfied with just one son? You will never be allowed to die, Mother. You will bear my children until your ability to reproduce is gone."
Allen listed a horrific future while molesting Vivian's body. What made it even more miserable for her was her own body, which responded with conditioned reflexes.
"Hah..."
She quickly clamped her mouth shut, but her already-trained body had let out a moan at Allen's touch. Seeing this, Allen grinned.
"Ah! It's my turn next!"
Vivian was horrified as Aenya stripped naked and climbed onto the bed. The unfortunate thing was that this was only the beginning.
"Because of you, Mother, I had to live next to my brother without being able to sleep with him. So today, you should yield. You'll do that for me, won't you?"
Just as Aenya was about to push Vivian aside, the door burst open and a crowd of women stormed into the master bedroom.
They were the village women Vivian had been wary of, the ones who were far too beautiful for a village of shifting cultivators.
"Aenya, that's a matter that requires discussion."
The women dispelled their spells, revealing their true forms, which were even more beautiful. At the shout from Eleanor, their leader, Aenya's face crumpled.
It was then that Allen intervened.
"Stop fighting and all of you get up here."
"Allen...!" Eleanor shrieked. She had spent the night with him and one other before, but now there were seven of them, wasn't there? And Vivian was here, too.
There was a limit to everything. That's what Eleanor thought.
However.
"I'm fine with it!"
"Me too!"
The other women, who had been forced to sleep alone for over two months because of Vivian, thought differently.
Eleanor stared with a betrayed expression at the women who had quickly climbed onto the bed, but they didn't even look back as they embraced Allen.
"No, really...!"
In the end, Eleanor, wringing her fingers, had no choice but to squeeze her eyes shut and climb onto the bed as well.
Coincidentally? It was only possible thanks to the bed's size, which could easily accommodate eight people.
Even while surrounded by his wives, Allen never took his eyes off Vivian. To her, who was staring at him with a look of utter disgust, Allen said, "Welcome home, Mother."
Only then did Vivian realize that this entire village had been a stage set to toy with her. She closed her eyes, as if to shut everything out.
"Haahng!"
But when Allen's wives began to reach for her after he was done, her body, already thoroughly trained, betrayed her will and let out a raw, shameless moan.
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