Wide Hips, Perfect for Popping Out Babies Non-Stop
Just like yesterday, I ended up getting pounded by Rita again... and the next day, I came down with a brutal flu and had to stay in bed.
"Milady, how are you feeling?"
"...Like I'm gonna die."
If this had been my original male body, a little action like that wouldn't have laid me out with the flu. That body could roll through days on the battlefield without a hitch. But this body was different. Just two days of moving around, and I was hit with this vicious illness.
"Ughhh..."
A groan slipped out on its own. My whole body ached like hell. Fever scorched through me, turning me into a walking fireball, and I didn't even have the energy to take a single step.
"...I'm sorry. I thought your stamina would be the same as when you were a man, so I pushed you."
"Common sense says a woman's body doesn't work like that..."
"It does for me."
Rita said it with total confidence. I couldn't argue with that. Thinking back to all the housework she handled at the mansion proved it.
"...Just what the hell kind of stamina do maids have anyway?"
"It wasn't like this from the start. I just got used to it over time."
"You struggled at first too?"
"Yes. The head maid chewed me out a lot for not using my strength right and not knowing how to do the chores properly."
Hard to imagine now, looking at the current Rita. Her getting scolded for housework? That'd take a miracle from the maid god or something.
"I had no idea."
"You wouldn't. It wouldn't be good to scold me in front of the young master. It always happened at night in the maids' quarters."
Rita scooped something out with a ladle into a bowl with her expressionless face and brought it over to me.
"Here's some porridge, milady. I made it with nutritious ingredients, so eat it all up."
"You didn't slip any more aphrodisiac in here, did you...?"
"I wouldn't touch a sick person. Especially not you, milady."
If that was true, it was a relief. Otherwise, I'd have been pinned down and fucked senseless like yesterday for sure. Just thinking about how many times we went at it yesterday—easily over ten...
"Guess that means a sex break for today..."
"If you want it, I can oblige."
"N-No, that's not what I meant at all...!"
"If you're too weak, I can do all the moving."
"Nooooo!!"
Only after I protested so vehemently did Rita finally nod.
"Understood. Then we'll skip sex today."
"Can we just... never do it again from now on...?"
"No. You promised in our bet to do whatever I want."
Damn that stupid bet. If I'd held out just a little longer, my damn libido wouldn't have screwed me over. Yesterday was proof—just how slutty I got...
"Cough...!"
"Did it go down the wrong way? Should I get you some water...?"
"Nah, I'm fine. Just zoned out for a sec while eating."
"Understood. Then eat comfortably. I'll handle some other chores."
"Yeah. I'll eat and lie down after..."
Rita gave a short nod and headed outside. Through the window, I saw her drawing water from the well.
"Haa..."
A sigh escaped me. Looked like my life as Rita's personal cocksleeve was sealed. Running away from this cabin? No place to go, and even if I found work, it'd be as a brothel whore. Both options sucked, but the brothel one sucked more, so I couldn't leave this place.
They say if you can't avoid it, enjoy it... but there was no way I could enjoy this.
- You're not even part of the Restin family anymore anyway, right?
Your registry's revoked, you're not a man, no home, no heir position.
My hated little brother's words echoed in my head. I wanted to deny it, but every word rang true.
I'm no longer nobility.
Registry gone meant no heir spot, not a man anymore, no house in my name. If Rita hadn't bought this cabin, I'd be a street beggar for sure.
Getting raped by her pissed me off a bit... but every time I thought about my situation, I was grateful for Rita. Like I told her right before leaving the mansion—if not for her, I'd have jumped off a high ledge or blown my brains out that very day.
So am I really just gonna live as her cocksleeve forever?
But.
No.
I wasn't going to tamely settle for just that. Sure, thanks to the bet, part of my life would involve fucking Rita. But I wouldn't only live like that.
Revenge.
My father who cast me out. My brother who mocked me. The family that abandoned me.
I'd get revenge on all of them. Even in this fallen state, someday. Perfectly.
But that means I need a shit-ton of money...
The problem was funds. For the perfect revenge I craved, I'd need a massive amount of cash. Way more than some simple job could provide.
"Haaa..."
Another sigh. No money to invest anywhere, even if I wanted to. And borrowing from a gold lender? The family disowning me killed my credit.
"Life really fucking sucks."
If I'd known, I'd have begged my father for hush money before getting kicked out. Or at least swiped some valuables from the house.
Lots of regrets, but nothing changed. All I could do was think of ways to make money.
As I mulled it over while forcing down the porridge,
Rita returned, bucket full of water.
"Ah, Rita. Welcome back?"
"Yes. But on the way back, I ran into a guest..."
"A guest?"
Who'd visit me? No one came to mind, so I tilted my head.
Then a familiar voice—and face—stepped inside.
"Rita told me you'd turned into a total pussy, but I didn't believe it was real."
Shame flooded me the instant I saw her. It was a welcome face, but I hadn't expected to meet like this.
"Irene..."
Irene Silvernandel. My childhood friend of 18 years, eldest daughter of the Silvernandel family—the next biggest noble house after mine.
And...
"Puhaha! Your voice is totally girly now? And those tits are fucking huge! You won't starve once you start popping out kids!"
...rumored to have a pure, innocent look mismatched with her trashy mouth and behavior.
"...I'm never having kids, you know?"
"Why not? Guys are gonna swarm you. Those wide hips are perfect for popping out babies non-stop."
"I'm not having kids!!"
"With that body optimized for pregnancy, your future hubby'd be bummed hearing that~."
She was the type who teased harder if you reacted. I couldn't keep a straight face through the embarrassment.
"You even act more girly now? Old you would've stonewalled me with a blank face, but now you're blushing and biting your lip."
"Shut up..."
"Feisty bitch. Bet if a dick slams into you, you'll go all 'oh fuuuck, it feels so gooood~' or some shit?"
Heat rushed to my face. Her words reminded me of something similar during sex with Rita.
"What, no comeback? Did you really get dicked down and moan like a slut?"
"Quit asking stupid questions and just tell me why you're here..."
"Missed you, so I came. But I walk in and catch this hilarious shit?"
We're screwed. She looked dead set on toying with me all day.
"Poor thing, our Kyle. Sucks going from mansion life to this dump, huh? Want sis to help a bit? Here's a titty~."
"Then you got any money?"
"Huh? Why money outta nowhere?"
"Thinking of getting some revenge."
Irene stopped poking fun at my words.
"Revenge on the family?"
"You got it."
She might seem flighty and crass, but Irene was one of the few I truly trusted. We shared tons of secrets no one else knew.
"...Hmm."
Irene tapped the table with her finger before speaking.
"How much you need?"
"Ten thousand gold coins."
"That's a stretch. I've had some expenses lately myself."
"I see..."
"But strip naked and beg like a slut, and someone might spot you a loan~?"
"You fucking bitch."
"Kidding. You're not even a dude anymore—what's seeing you naked gonna do? Though your reactions would be fun."
Irene smirked, pulling something from her pocket. A business card.
"If you're desperate for cash, hit up this place."
"What's it for?"
"Demon hunter agency."
Demon hunter. I'd overlooked that. Skill mattered more than gender—if you were good, you could make bank.
"...Thanks, Irene."
"Just tossing you a lead. But with that body, can you even swing a sword properly?"
"Umm..."
Definitely an issue. My knightly swordsmanship was muscle memory... but womanhood sapped my strength, and even with power, no sparring partner to adapt my techniques.
How to fix this? Right then,
Rita, who'd been listening quietly, spoke up.
"On that front, I think I can help, milady."