Chapter 49
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: The Lady Who Wants to Make a Baby (19)
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The shirt hung undone, unable to conceal breasts of such impossible size.
Those breasts carefully enveloped my pillar, then squeezed tight.
The moment I unbuttoned the shirt over her chest, the room filled with a sweet fragrance. That was Dia, the Lady she was.
Warm, soft mounds of flesh. A body she'd bravely revealed despite the deep embarrassment.
"...Is it okay? Ungh..."
Normally, she'd whine at me not to look at her, but today she seemed to have set her mind to something different.
As if pleading for me to gaze upon her, as if demanding my eyes never stray elsewhere, Dia stared up at me while squeezing her breasts firmly.
I simply looked down at her in silence. At that seductive vista stirring a man's base desires to no end.
Even as I tried to steady my breathing, it only grew rougher. Perhaps that subtle shift spoke louder than words, for Dia nodded.
"Ung. Good. You like it..."
Anyone whose heart didn't race watching Dia caress my cock with such tender devotion would be lying through their teeth.
How could the heroine of a chapter, grunting and striving so earnestly, not be utterly beautiful?
"Eut... U."
Yet Dia's breathing grew even rougher.
Caressing her partner's cock while imagining what lay ahead seemed to thrill her immensely.
Her soft breasts shifted back and forth to follow her hands' movements, granting me electric jolts of pleasure.
Breasts that brought overwhelming bliss just from a handful, now pleasuring my cock—an absurd ecstasy and conquest rushed to my brain, fulfilling every base urge in an instant.
"If you're gonna cum... not yet? Ah, I didn't mean to say it out loud!"
No question she'd pored over plenty of material to know titfucks, but her inexperience couldn't be overlooked.
Even perfect theory couldn't let her sense alone when her partner would climax or how much he felt—without hands-on practice.
Dia blinked, then bore down harder with her hands, squeezing her cleavage even tighter as she moved.
Suddenly, she let out an "Ah!"—like an invisible exclamation mark hovering over her head.
Her face lit up as if she'd just remembered something forgotten.
"Hup. Mmph..."
Breasts clamped tight, Dia nibbled lightly at the glans crowning my cock's tip. She clearly wanted to take it deeper, but her sheer size got in the way.
"Uuu... Chup... Chuup..."
Did she practice sucking her own fingers?
Her tongue work was worlds apart from last time.
Far more aggressive, brimming with confidence.
Her tongue wriggled like a creature with a mind of its own, relentlessly tormenting the sensitive tip of my glans.
"Ah..."
A thrilling spark raced up my spine; I instinctively arched back a bit and clutched the Lady's head.
But just like last time, my retreat only drew her forward.
"Hau, chuu... Huup..."
Were her declarations of love, her longing for a child, her wish to marry—not lies after all?
The Lady's expression oozed lust like never before.
Ignoring the world around her, mouth stuffed with my cock, she serviced me with fervent focus.
She resembled the defeated bitch from some smutty novel—yet drew a strange sense of triumph from it.
"Hn... Huu, chuup..."
Sloppy slurps, raw visuals, mucosal bliss against my cock—she satisfied me on every level.
Then a sudden thought hit me.
'Maybe I should just cum like this?'
Come to think of it, yeah.
Honestly, even full sex didn't guarantee pregnancy, so I'd half-resigned myself to praying it didn't happen.
Obviously, repeated orgasms in a set timeframe meant less volume each time, thinner semen too.
Suddenly, her lavish attentions felt like a golden opportunity.
Naturally blow my load in her mouth or on her tits and call it?
I might get called a lousy lay, but it'd dodge any real risk of knocking her up.
'Yeah. That's the plan.'
I'd locked in on it quick.
Cumming like this seemed easy enough—if she kept at it.
"Puhaa..."
Dia, obsessed with nothing but my cock, finally released it to catch her breath.
Then she planted a soft kiss on the glans peeking through her breast-wall.
Kiss, kiss, kiss—adorable smacks echoed repeatedly.
A brilliant way to steady herself while still pleasing me.
"I'm glad. It didn't go soft on me... I was so worried."
Kiss—she pecked the glans once more.
"But it stayed hard. Precum leaked out too. You must like it..."
With that, despite the obvious strain of my girth stretching her mouth each time, she gaped wide and engulfed the tip anew.
"Hau, wb... Chuup..."
Her tongue ramped up the pace.
That plump tongue squirmed like a slug, grinding relentlessly against my glans.
"Chuu... Pyu..."
So fixated on sucking, saliva went unswallowed. It dribbled down her chin, slickening the sounds further.
Breasts forgotten, Dia threw herself into the blowjob.
She engulfed my cock as if to swallow it whole, bobbing her head slow but steady—gnashing my teeth with tension.
Prickling rapture, shivers cascading down my back.
Soon, climax welled up. Just flood her mouth now and...
"Pyuu, huu..."
"Uk?!"
I tried to cum. Couldn't.
Dia yanked her head back sharp.
Edging at the peak without release—pure agony for any man. I reached to jerk myself off, but the Lady seized both hands tight.
She acted like she knew it all.
Knew I craved release. Knew I aimed for her mouth.
"Young Lady?"
"No!"
Dia wrenched free and clamped my shaft vise-tight, screaming no-not-yet.
"You were about to cum just now, right? I felt it. It swelled huge in my mouth, like it couldn't grow more..."
"Isn't that what you wanted? That's why I tried."
I desperately hoped to avert the nightmare scenario in my head.
Urging her on, I reached for her head—but she shook no, vigorously.
"Of course. I'm saying it because you have to cum buckets today."
"What do you..."
"Not a single drop wasted. Not today."
With poignant resolve, Dia caressed her lower belly.
'Ah.'
One word burned in my mind.
No better plan? Play it cool, buy time somehow.
But before I could stall, Dia seized my hand and dragged me to the bed.
"Lie down."
"Ah, no."
"Ah?!"
I'm stronger, physically.
I scooped Dia up and dropped her onto the bed.
Last resort. Take charge, thrust—and pull out for a chance at safety.
...Yeah, that was the plan.
"A. Ni. Yo!"
"Ah, Young Lady!"
Dia sank her teeth into my neck and flipped the script.
No physique shrugs off a neck bite painless. I ended up splayed flat on the bed, belly-up.
"....Yes. Just lie there like that."
"Uk?!"
Thud— she slammed her weight onto my stomach. I bucked to escape; her plush thighs locked iron-tight, refusing any mercy.
Her pink eyes met mine mid-air, blazing with resolve. She'd claim her prize today, come hell or high water.
The Lady curled her lips in a loving smile. Its message crystal-clear.
"No cumming in my mouth. No pulling out. Not today..."
At that smile's heart, in those eyes' depths—a flame blazed.
"...You have to fill me up inside until my eggs are sated. Darling."
...A flame of impregnation.