Chapter 106: An Interrogator with Many Questions
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 106: An Interrogator with Many Questions
“I see. So it’s a structure where semen comes out if you grab and shake it. The mechanism is quite like a dairy cow.”
“A dairy cow?”
“Yes. It feels like… milking, I suppose. That’s the impression I get.”
Is this what they mean when they say someone is more of a pervert because they’re so pure?
Rosier toyed with the semen on her finger as if it were a curiosity, remarking on the similarity between a cow and a cock.
Well, maybe they are similar. You can pump semen out of a cock just like you milk a cow, after all.
“So, how should this semen be handled? Is it meant to be thrown away?”
“Huh? Well, yeah. Usually, after ejaculating, it just gets discarded.”
“That seems like a waste.”
“A waste?”
“Yes. Isn't this the… juice? The concentrate? Something like that, which Sion’s body worked hard to produce?”
“...I guess so?”
She wasn't wrong. Should I call it cock juice? Or baby seed concentrate?
I wasn't sure what to call it, but the word itself implied a refined liquid.
“Thinking that such a thing is just thrown away feels like it violates my spirit of frugality.”
Throwing away semen violates her spirit of frugality?
Is this woman a natural-born succubus?
“What should I do? Is this… edible?”
“Uh, well. I mean, there’s no problem with eating it, I guess?”
“I see. This viscous texture is like a high-grade elixir. Since you say it’s edible, I’m curious about the taste.”
“....”
Rosier examined the semen from various angles before giving it a light lick with her tongue.
“Hmm. Aside from a slightly salty tang, I don’t taste much else. Sion, have you ever tasted your own semen?”
“No! Never.”
“Is that so? Then even Sion hasn't experienced the consumption of semen.”
As if she were truly curious about the flavor, Rosier began to suck my semen off her fingers.
Slurp. “Hmm. It’s a bit salty and somewhat bitter. Interesting.”
Eventually, Rosier swallowed all the semen on her hand.
She swished it around her mouth, evaluating the taste.
“The flavor is decent enough. From now on, I shall consume the semen instead of letting it go to waste. How does that sound?”
“Well, uh… if you like the taste, I guess that’s fine.”
I got hard again.
God, this is driving me crazy. What do I do?
“It has grown large again. Is it a specification that it enlarges even without being touched?”
“Well, yeah. Sometimes it just gets big on its own.”
“That must be quite inconvenient. Please wait a moment.”
“Whoa!”
As if she were simply doing what needed to be done, Rosier grabbed my erect cock again.
“Isn't it a structure that shrinks once the semen is removed? If I keep touching it, it should decrease in size shortly. Leave it to me; I will handle it properly.”
“No, wait, hold on...”
Ignoring my plea to stop, Rosier focused her attention back on my cock.
Kneading it with both hands, she began to draw out the semen once more.
I never imagined I’d get two handjobs in a row from a busty priestess while pressed right up against her.
My legs felt a bit shaky.
“It took longer than before. The speed has decreased.”
“That’s… usually, it doesn't come out as easily the second time right after the first.”
“Was that the case? No wonder.”
Rosier nodded stoically and swallowed the semen.
As if determined not to miss a single drop, she stroked the cock and squeezed out every last bit remaining in the urethra before swallowing it all.
“I believe I’ll need some time to get used to the sensation of it going down my throat. It is quite thick to simply swallow.”
“Right.”
“Are you alright?”
“It’s just… my legs feel a bit weak.”
“I have committed an unintentional rudeness. It was simply because it had grown so large.”
“It’s fine...”
Rosier offered a dry apology.
It felt weird to receive an apology, and it was my own fault for getting hard anyway.
Ah, I don't know. Is this right? Feeding semen to a priestess who knows nothing… a slight sense of guilt welled up.
“Should we clean up first?”
“Let’s do that.”
I took a towel out of my inventory and handed it to Rosier.
Taking the towel, Rosier hesitated for a moment, then glanced at me and asked tentatively.
“It feels somewhat unfair that I am the only one doing the touching. Sion, would you like to try touching as well?”
“...Huh?”
“My breasts, I mean.”
“Uh, well.”
My hand moved toward Rosier’s breasts.
Regardless of my actual will.
“Ah.”
“How is it?”
“Well, uh… they’re soft.”
“Hehe. Do you like it?”
“Yes. I like it.”
“I’m glad.”
Rosier flushed red as if embarrassed, then hurried to put her clothes back on.
Soon, she was back in her stifling nun’s habit, which showed not a hint of skin.
Ah, was that a dream?
I felt like I had been touching clouds just a moment ago.
It was only after I wiggled my fingers in the air a few times that I finally snapped out of it.
‘This is dizzying.’
I knew she was a bit unique, but she’s even more eccentric than I thought.
I had pegged her for a stone-faced woman with almost no emotional range, but seeing her get embarrassed when I touched her was actually quite cute.
“What are you doing there?”
“Ah, I’m taking down the tent.”
“Aha. Hurry up and finish so you two can rest. We’re hunting giants tomorrow.”
“Yes, Saintess.”
As soon as I changed and stepped out of the tent, I ran into the Saintess.
If the timing had been off by just a bit, she would have caught us.
‘She didn't notice, right?’
The Saintess went off to check the other gates again.
I helped Rosier pack up the tent, then pulled out a blanket and leaned against the wall to catch a quick nap.
“Sion, I have another question.”
“What is it?”
“How are children made?”
“Pardon?”
“I have always been curious. How children are created. No one would ever give me an answer when I asked. It has been one of my lifelong mysteries.”
“...”
Rosier naturally slid over and pressed herself against my side.
She was asking me how babies were made.
‘This is insane. What am I supposed to say?’
Should I say you have a baby if you hold hands and sleep together?
Or should I give her a graphic, detailed explanation?
“Well. Uuuhm.”
“You may take your time explaining.”
Rosier naturally leaned her head on my shoulder.
Come to think of it, Rosier had been sleeping with her head on my shoulder since our second day in the Labyrinth.
“Babies, you see… well, a man and a woman...”
“Is it enough to just hold hands and sleep?”
“Huh? Uh, no. It’s not that.”
While I was agonizing over how to explain, Rosier gave a little smirk.
“Actually, I know.”
“You know?”
“Yes. I was taught at least that much.”
“Hey! You asked even though you knew?”
“Yes. When a married couple sleeps in an embrace, the Goddess leaves a child at their bedside, does she not?”
“.....?”
This woman knows absolutely nothing.
This is practically on the level of an adult believing in Santa Claus.
‘I don’t have the confidence to explain this anymore.’
I didn't even know where to start correcting her.
‘I guess I have no choice but to teach her slowly.’
Since I’m the only one who can tell her, I suppose I have to. Feeling a strange sense of responsibility, I decided to try some "eye-level" education.
“A baby isn't created just by sleeping in an embrace.”
“Pardon? What do you mean? Please do not lie to me. I know what I know.”
“No, it’s not a lie, it’s the truth.”
“What?”
Rosier looked at me as if she were shocked.
“Sister Heite clearly said that if you sleep in an embrace, the Goddess gives you a child...”
“You do have to sleep in an embrace. However, a deeper act is required.”
“A deeper act?”
“Yes. What did you learn from me today, Rosier?”
“That was… if you knead the male organ, semen comes out?”
“Yes. That is exactly what the baby seed is.”
“Oh… yes. So semen is the baby seed.”
“Yes. That seed must be planted.”
“Where is it planted?”
“In the woman’s body. You’ve seen pregnant women before, haven't you, Rosier?”
“I have. Ah, since a pregnant woman gives birth to the child… then the structure where the Goddess leaves it at the bedside is impossible, isn't it?”
“Exactly. Do you see the logical contradiction now?”
“Oh dear, wait a moment. Then what exactly have I been believing in?”
Rosier finally realized something was wrong.
She was quite flustered by the discrepancy between her common sense and the reality she had observed.
“Then where is the baby seed planted...?”
“In the woman’s womb. It has to be planted there.”
“I have never been properly taught about the womb.”
“Well, it’s right around here.”
I gently rubbed Rosier’s lower abdomen.
One might wonder how an adult woman could not know this, but this is a medieval-level civilization.
It’s a world where doctors barely exist because priests heal wounds with magic.
Last time, even Yuria and the Young Lady were flustered when I told them about bacteria and hygiene.
The common sense of a modern Earthling often doesn't translate here. Especially for an interrogator raised in a rigid Church, her information was bound to be biased.
“You are saying the womb is here?”
“Yes. If the baby seed is planted here, the child grows inside bit by bit until it is born.”
“Then how is the baby seed planted? Ah…! I see...!”
Rosier seemed to have an epiphany the moment she asked.
“Could it be… that thing… inside here...?”
“Yes. You have to put it in. You put it in, inject it, and a baby is made.”
“Why did I not realize this on my own?”
“Maybe you just never thought about it deeply?”
“True, I was merely curious. I never pondered it deeply. Not even once.”
“So, is your curiosity mostly satisfied now?”
“Yes. No. I still have questions remaining.”
“Uh… go ahead and ask.”
My eyes were starting to close, but as I diligently answered the questions of the inquisitive Rosier, time flew by.
“Hoo. Hoo. My goodness. I have gained too much knowledge. I feel… I feel strange and embarrassed. Is this normal?”
“It’s a normal reaction.”
“My, my womb is trembling.”
“Pfft…! Cough, cough. Dammit.”
Rosier was putting her newly learned vocabulary to use immediately.
“You absolutely must not say that in front of anyone else but me. People will think you’re a pervert.”
“Haa, haa. Yes. It is a… word that can only be used in front of Sion. I understand perfectly. Haa...”
An excited Rosier nodded as she fumbled with my body.
Somehow, I had ended up creating a virgin bitch with an insatiable sexual curiosity.