The Enforcer's Duties Are Incredibly Sweet
Whether it was the effect of my modified body or the way my feelings for Lacia kept surging and exploding without end, my stamina showed no signs of fading.
At first we faced each other, gazing deep into one another’s eyes, sharing our emotions as we moved slowly and carefully. But little by little we fell completely under the spell of instinct.
At some point we became like beasts, devouring each other’s bodies, biting, sucking, chasing nothing but raw physical pleasure.
Sweat poured down like rain. The room filled with the violent sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Scorching body heat and ragged breaths tangled together until we melted completely into each other.
Conversation vanished entirely.
“Haa…! Ahn…! More…♥”
Plap—! Plap—!
Only the heavy, wet impacts of our bodies colliding, the bed creaking and shaking wildly, and Lacia’s sweet, desperate moans—growing louder and louder—echoed through the room.
Time passed in a blur.
Before we knew it the sky outside had gone completely dark and evening had deepened into night. It was long past the hour when Lacia should have started her stream and greeted her fans.
I had just finished yet another creampie, burying myself as deep inside her as possible, when I finally paused, panting.
I told myself I was being considerate.
“……Why? Mmm…♥”
Lacia lifted her slightly sweat-dampened face, looked up at me with an adorable pout, and whined cutely.
That spoiled little voice, that gesture, those eyes watching me—it made stopping impossible.
In the end, even though it was time for her broadcast, I kept having sex with her without pause.
This was the moment the VTuber Lacia—who had never once been late for her fans and always upheld her principles with iron discipline—completely abandoned her streaming rules for a single fan.
Lacia’s private offline fan meeting continued deep into the night.
She posted one extremely short notice and then devoted herself entirely to me.
Today's stream is canceled due to personal reasons. I'm really sorry T_T I'll definitely stream tomorrow!
After tossing her phone carelessly onto the bed, she focused desperately on not letting my cock escape her.
The way she licked it with devoted care, stroked it with her hands, then moved her body to guide me back into her womb was a sight her fans would never see on stream. It was for me alone.
Even though we had already confirmed each other’s hearts, we still craved one another with aching desperation.
As if to prove it, we began experimenting with so many positions it was hard to believe this was only our first day together.
We started in the missionary position we’d begun with, then switched so she was on top.
I held her from behind in a tight back-hug, driving into her with powerful thrusts.
I lifted her legs high and poured myself deep inside her.
At first Lacia shrank back in embarrassment, but she gradually grew bolder. The sight of her long hair whipping around as she rolled her hips and cried out in pleasure became more beautiful with every passing minute.
The deeper the night grew, the hotter our desire burned as we devoured each other.
After I had filled her deepest place more times than I could count, I was so exhausted my arms and legs refused to move.
Only my cock, still standing proudly erect, seemed unaffected.
Lacia lay against my chest, panting, her damp hair spilling over my shoulder.
Then she caught her breath and spoke in a tired voice.
“Just… wait a moment.”
She slowly pulled away from me and climbed off the bed.
I heard her rummaging for something.
I was staring blankly at the ceiling when she returned. The sight nearly stopped my heart.
Lacia was wearing a slingshot bikini.
Tiny scraps of fabric barely covered her gorgeous body, making her pale skin and perfect curves look even more provocative.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, yet she still looked at me and asked,
“…How does it look? Will you tell me what you think?”
I didn’t say a word. Instead I rose and pounced on her.
The slingshot bikini was so minimal that a simple tug was enough to expose her most intimate places completely.
Her soft skin and already-slick warmth welcomed me once more, and our second round began.
The dreamlike sex that lasted until dawn finally came to an end.
We lay tangled on the bed, bodies sticky with each other’s fluids, breathing hard for a long time.
It was finally time to wash.
Lacia got up first and headed for the bathroom. I stayed lying down, staring at the ceiling.
It’s work hours… Is it really okay to stay this long without reporting in?
Strangely, no messages arrived. For some reason it felt like the Director had predicted all of this.
Or maybe the complete lack of contact meant he had already accounted for it.
When Lacia emerged with a clean body, I got out of bed to wash next.
But my limbs were trembling again. My legs had no strength; even walking to the bathroom door looked difficult.
Lacia saw me and smiled softly as she approached.
“…I’ll wash you.”
She supported me and led me to the bathroom.
Since it was her first time washing a man, Lacia’s hands were naturally awkward and clumsy.
Her fingers shook as she spread the foam. She hesitated, unsure where or how to clean.
Oddly, that very clumsiness made it feel even better.
Every time her warm hands gently caressed my body, it felt less like cleaning and more like tender, loving touch.
Lacia carefully washed my chest, my arms, and even lower, occasionally meeting my eyes and smiling shyly.
I’m so embarrassed… where am I supposed to look?!
Even as her touch made my body heat up again, I simply enjoyed her inexperienced movements.
In that moment we weren’t an Enforcer and a target. We were simply two people who wanted and cherished each other.
By the next morning I somehow ended up leaving for work directly from Lacia’s apartment.
I woke in her bed as soft morning sunlight streamed through the windows.
She had prepared a simple breakfast for me and even saw me off at the door. The whole scene felt strangely like a married man leaving for work while his wife sent him off with a smile.
I had no time to savor the feeling.
The moment I finished getting ready, an urgent summons arrived from the Director.
After sharing one last light kiss with Lacia, I left the apartment still lost in the heated memories of the night before.
I took the subway to the World Government building and ran straight to the Director’s office.
The Director was already seated at his desk waiting. The moment I stepped inside he let out a heavy sigh and spoke.
“Hanul, how was yesterday?”
“…I’m sorry!”
My honest reply made the Director chuckle.
His expression quickly turned serious, however, and he got to the point.
“The Birth Rate Management Bureau is a department that must work day and night for the Humanity Survival Project. It would be problematic if our sole core asset became too fixated on a single woman, wouldn’t it?”
At his rebuke I was momentarily speechless.
My face grew hot as I recalled the time I had spent with Lacia. The Director watched my expression and slowly shook his head.
“The current global birth rate is 0.1. The worst in human history. Our goal is to raise it to at least 2.0. Keep in mind that we have no time to rest.”
His voice was cold and resolute.
I nodded tensely and waited for him to continue. The Director pulled out a document and went on.
“Your duties are divided into two main categories. The first is general operations—impregnating women who bear the legal obligation to give birth through proper procedures.”
“The second is forced execution targeting Malicious Birth-Avoiders who refuse. Because that carries danger, you will learn it gradually. For now, focus on carrying out your assigned general duties step by step.”
I nodded slowly.
It sounded like there was a systematic process, but I was too nervous to absorb everything properly.
“As an Enforcer, you may impregnate any woman who has the duty to give birth at any time, provided there is no justifiable reason to refuse. It nearly failed to pass because of human rights concerns, but given the emergency we face, the higher-ups apparently decided it could not be avoided.”
I listened quietly, then asked carefully.
“Then… does that mean I can impregnate any woman with the birth obligation whenever I want, without any special reason?”
“Correct. It has already been legislated that physically healthy women must give birth to at least two children. The Birth Rate Management Bureau has been granted full authority to enforce that law. With your abilities, the pregnancy success rate is nearly one hundred percent.”
The Director slid the document toward me and added,
“However… you are currently the only Enforcer. If you work hard, you may remain the sole Enforcer. If they find another suitable candidate first, a new one will be appointed.”
I need to work hard.
This was the moment my real work as an Enforcer of the Birth Rate Management Bureau truly began.