Chapter 65
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Pregnancy
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I hurriedly followed her out and found her in the bathroom on one side of the shop, retching.
"D-dear..."
"You okay?"
"Wh-why is this... happening? I love seafood..."
Among the foods bought from street vendors, Camella favored seafood.
She didn't avoid any particular foods, but her tastes differed from mine since I preferred meat more. So today, I'd bought two lunchboxes for her, both packed with seafood main dishes. Yet Camella still seemed clueless about what was wrong with her body.
"Camella."
"Yes."
"Have you been feeling extra tired lately or noticed anything off with your body?"
"Um... well..."
I casually listed early pregnancy symptoms to her as she pondered deeply.
"Like suddenly feeling fatigued or hot all over recently?"
"Y-yes... I usually wake up refreshed after sleep, but lately, even after sleeping a ton, I'm still exhausted."
"Really?"
"And while minding the shop, I get sleepy out of nowhere... Sorry. I must be acting weird from all the fatigue! Let's go eat the lunch you brought!"
She led me back to the break room and reached for the food.
"Urghhh!!!"
She dry-heaved again and dashed back to the bathroom.
Even though nothing came up, just endless retching, Camella's eyes reddened like a rabbit's.
"Hic... Wh-what's wrong with me?"
"Camella."
"Wh-what is it, honey? I must have some deadly disease!"
She seemed to know about menstrual cycles but not much about what happened after conception.
I rubbed her back as she sobbed and clung to me, sniffling.
"Camella. Your symptoms sound a lot like early pregnancy."
"Huh?"
"Sudden fatigue, constant sleepiness, nausea from foods you usually love, or sudden cravings for stuff you never ate before—didn't you know about those?"
"Ah... aaaah!!!"
"And aren't you about due for your next period?"
"Oh?!"
She whipped her head toward the calendar hanging on one wall.
Her marked expected period was the 4th, and today was the 11th—already a week late.
"C-Cain..."
"Yeah."
She threw herself at me.
"Waaahhh!!!"
Other symptoms varied per woman or might not appear, but missing her period was solid proof of pregnancy.
Camella stared blankly at the calendar for a while before rushing into my arms, bawling her eyes out with snot and tears. I silently held her until she calmed down after eight years of heartache.
"Come on, you can't just cry like that thinking about the baby, Camella."
"Hic... Th-thank you... Waaah!!!"
I patted and soothed her as she wailed to the point of exhaustion.
Around six weeks pregnant now, stability would take another month and a half, meaning no sex with Camella for a bit. A shame, sure, but realizing she'd actually gotten pregnant—even after trying impregnation play in my past life—made my heart race.
"H-honey..."
"Yeah? What's up?"
"If... if I'm pregnant..."
"Don't worry. Worst case, I'll take care of you for life."
"N-no, that's not..."
I figured she feared Johnson finding out, but her face flushed deeper as she stammered.
"Huh? What is it? Tell me."
"If... if I have the baby, we can't... have sex for a while..."
"Yeah, no relations until the baby's settled in the womb."
"Th-then I'll... um..."
Her face burned redder as she stuttered. I had a good guess what she meant but played dumb, stroking her hair.
"It's fine. Just say it comfortably, Camella."
"B-back... backdoor!!!"
"Huh?"
Eight years of celibacy had built up her libido, exploding in her early thirties—and I'd been the one satisfying it.
Not just satisfying, but pushing her to ecstatic limits every time, so she fell hard and fast.
With decent stamina stats, Camella could endure all-night sessions without passing out, her sex drive impressively high. Now pregnant and facing a dry spell, she worried about her own frustration and quickly thought of an alternative.
She must've heard of anal somewhere. No adult toys in a general store, but lubricants or gel substitutes were stocked.
"Hng... You knew and were pretending not to, huh?"
"No clue, really."
"Hoo... I'll... prep the back... door for you!"
"Sounds good. Thanks."
"Eek! You did know!!"
She pouted at my calm reply, lightly punching my chest.
"You took my first time, and now you're getting my backdoor first too?"
"Ah...?"
"Don't get too upset that you're not a virgin. I don't care about that stuff."
Actually, recalling how she sometimes wondered what it'd be like if I'd been her husband from the start, I comforted her, and her eyes welled up again.
"Anyway, what about lunch? You haven't eaten."
"Hic... I'm fine, honey."
She sidled up to me cautiously, kneeling on the floor and tugging down my pants.
"You eat your lunchbox quick. This is enough for me... Nom!!"
I savored the rare treat of a blowjob with my meal, pumping plenty of cum into her so she wouldn't go hungry.
"When's that bastard coming home?"
"This month, today or tomorrow... probably."
"Then casually bring it up. Or cook seafood for dinner together and fake some retching."
"..."
Back when I seduced her, I'd joked about cuckolding him and raising my kid on his dime. But now facing reality, worry clouded Camella's face.
"If he started seeing other women because of the kid issue, he'll pamper you like never before. If not, like I said, I'll take responsibility. No worries."
"Honey... sniff!"
I stroked her head as she rubbed her cheek against me, moved.
"Camella. Don't be scared—just think about squeezing every penny from that bastard for the baby."
"Ah... the baby... our baby..."
Though anxious, thoughts of the child hardened her resolve.
"Got it! I'll think only of... our baby and you."
"Good."
As I prepared to leave the shop, I pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered in her ear.
"I love you."
"Haaah!"
Married women in affairs often starved for affection and attention.
Camella was that type too. I'd held back "I love you" on purpose while getting involved, but saying it now to ease her fears made her clamp her thighs and tremble.
"I'll stop by the shop daily until you see that bastard."
"Thank you..."
I gave her a deep kiss, her eyes melting dreamily, then headed out.
I'd planned to visit the beastkin big sis tomorrow, but for now, Camella care takes priority.
With her pregnancy revealed and sex off the table, my suddenly free time led me to Tanya's workplace.
"Welcome... H-honey... Cain!!!"
"Whoa, tone it down."
A restaurant called "Slime's Nest" in the commercial district near Roy and Tanya's residential outskirts—Tanya, who worked from open to afternoon, spotted me entering and shrieked, nearly dragging me to a seat.
Impressive she frequented a place named that after almost dying to a slime.
The owner approached as Tanya bounced like an excited puppy beside me.
"What's this? Didn't Tanya's boyfriend come last time? Who's this guy?"
"I told you before, boss. The mentor who saved us in the labyrinth."
"Oh? The lifesaver?"
"Yeah! Here for... food, Cain?"
Awkward attaching words to me in front of others to avoid "master," I grinned at her.
"Boss, when does Tanya finish?"
"Pretty much now."
"I ate recently, wanna grab drinks instead. Mind letting her off early? I'll order plenty of snacks."
"Sure thing. Tanya, you're off."
"Eek! For real, boss?"
"Here, your daily pay."
Clink.
The owner promptly paid her out and let her clock off clean.
"Thank you!"
"Just finish orders and serving, then relax."
"Yessir~"
Shortly after sitting in the somewhat secluded spot she guided me to, she arrived out of uniform with snacks and two draft beers.
"Quick service?"
"E-employee perks... Master..."
"Good girl."
"Heehee."
I usually fucked her once a week, so she gazed up at me today’s surprise visit with utter delight.
We clinked glasses and sipped beer as I stretched my leg under the table, pressing her crotch with my foot.
"Why."
"Hng! N-nothing..."
Squish!
"Hnnng!!"
Once a week or so, but I'd played with her plenty—while Roy slept, peeping, or after she passed out, pounding her all night.
Her masochism fully bloomed from it; pressing where her clit should be with my shoe heel made her eyes roll back white, body shuddering wildly.
"Hey, you gonna advertise to the neighborhood that you're a slut climaxing from some guy who's not your boyfriend? Control your face."
"S-sorrrryyy... Ah!!"
"Talk too. You're chatty usually—if you just shake, won't people misunderstand?"
"Y-yes...!"
Our spot wasn't fully enclosed; anyone paying attention might see.
Enjoying her quicker-than-usual arousal, I casually drank beer with her.