Chapter 67
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Pregnancy (3)
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That evening, the day Camella realized she was pregnant with Cain's child.
"Honey, I'm home."
"You're back?"
"Sniff sniff... Hmm? What's this? You cooking dinner?"
Johnson stared at Camella with a bored expression as the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. Camella looked at him with desperate eyes and spoke.
"I just had a feeling you'd come home for dinner tonight... Hehe. I prepared some food in advance. You didn't eat already, did you?"
Camella gazed at Johnson, putting on a pitiful act in her mind while picturing Cain's face.
'Hmph...! This woman is finally making that sexy, longing expression again after so long...'
Johnson, reminded of their newlywed days for the first time in ages by Camella's face—radiating a strange allure and wistfulness after years of her usual blank expression—reluctantly made his way to the table.
"Isn't this... the fish you like?"
"Oh my, you remember? Hehe."
Johnson felt a slight pang of conscience at Camella's words, which seemed to imply surprise that he remembered, and he began to eat.
"Mmm... It's been a while, and it tastes great! You should eat some too."
"Yes....... Urk!!!"
Clang!
"Camella?"
"Urk... H-honey, just a moment... Urrgh!!!"
Whoosh!!!
Camella, who had been about to eat, suddenly dry-heaved and dashed to the bathroom.
Caught off guard, Johnson followed her.
"Ughhh!! Pant... pant..."
"What you just threw up.... Hmm?"
"S-sorry, honey..."
Johnson patted Camella's back—remembering she had never vomited from food even during their dating days—only to see no vomit, just her turning away after dry-heaving and apologizing. His mind went blank for a moment.
Grab!
"H-honey!"
"Kyaa!"
A sudden realization hit Johnson from her behavior. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up urgently.
"H-honey... it hurts..."
"Ahem...! S-sorry."
Slap—
Camella yanked her wrist away as if swatting his hand and glared while rubbing it. Johnson immediately apologized.
"C-could it be... you missed your period this time?"
"Huh?"
Camella belatedly caught on and put on a dazed expression.
"I-it was supposed to be... a week ago..."
"Honeyyyy!!!!"
Johnson, now aged and pudgy, hugged Camella tightly with a face full of emotion.
Of course, he didn't notice Camella's expression twisting in disgust at the contact, like something repulsive had touched her body. He misinterpreted her awkward embrace as overwhelming emotion.
Johnson's laughter echoed loudly through the house for the first time in ages.
"Haa... Cain, hurry and finger me..."
"Just a moment."
"Hiiing... I even exercised today..."
"Want Sia to go first?"
"Got it..."
Slurp... slurp...!
The rain had stopped by the time Cain returned after meeting Camella and Tanya. Sia proudly said she'd exercised alone in the afternoon.
To reward her, Cain went to her room before bed for a massage. They stripped naked, embraced on the bed, kissing to heat things up.
Just before proper foreplay, a message appeared before his eyes. He asked Sia for a handjob first and checked it.
[Calculating additional rewards based on Johnson's Hitomi level increase... (2/2)]
I couldn't get duplicates for the others, just extra from Johnson's Hitomi fluctuation.
[Johnson]
[Camella] -70%
[Mary] -15%
[Mayu] -10%
[Lily] -5%
It was amusing that even in this touching moment, the list of other women remained.
If he truly wanted a child, he'd have hit 100% the instant Camella confirmed her pregnancy. But after eight years of affairs without kids, he'd grown addicted to the thrill, leaving it like this.
[50% threshold exceeded. Randomly stealing one of Johnson's stats.]
[Magic Power stat increased by 0.52.]
Details - {(20*0.02)*1.3}
Fwaaah!
"Aaah! Caaain!!"
The glow of rising stats burst from my body as I returned from the Labyrinth to the city, startling Sia into a scream.
No way—stats rise without even going to the Labyrinth? That complex formula must be some coefficient?
"Status Window."
"It really went up..."
I'd confirmed Technique hit 14 yesterday from fucking and groping women after mentoring ended. But stats rising without the Labyrinth?
Comparing to Roy and past Johnson data: under 50% gives level exp, 51-80% stat exp, 81-100% copies blessings.
Level, blessings, stats—all essential for Labyrinth runs.
An idea flashed: for a girl in the flirty "almost dating" stage, steal her at under 50%, then 80%, then 100%—suck dry another guy's abilities three times.
But the "2/2" marker suggested only one extra reward per Hitomi fluctuation.
"Still good...! Fuck... but what about whores or famous women?"
Like an idol everyone loves in my past life—if I conquer her alone, could I monopolize all her admirer explorers' stats, exp, blessings at once?
Haven't tested that.
Claude only showed after sleeping together, and Sia recently—confusing.
Maybe touch another woman to check?
"Hauup...!"
Huh?
Not Sia's slender hand—a wet, warm sensation enveloped my glans. I snapped back, looking down: Sia pouted, cock in her mouth.
"Sia? Spit it out!"
"Hmph! Sluuuurp!!"
Glancing up with teary eyes, ignoring me, she kept sucking the tip.
Stats glow burst; she spoke, but engrossed in messages, I ignored her. Thinking I dismissed her, she took my cock in her mouth.
"Ah! It hurts! Teeth, Sia!"
"Hmph... sluuurp!!"
Her teeth grazed; I winced and spoke. Her fierce expression softened to sorry, carefully sucking again without teeth.
"Slurp... smack... bleh..."
I hadn't even fingered her pussy properly, yet her eyes glazed, nose twitching as she earnestly devoured my cock.
Clumsy and unskilled, but her thoughtful effort to avoid pain made ejaculation surge.
"Gonna cum, Sia."
Grab!
Splurt!!!
"Keurgh!!"
Spurt spurt spuuuurt!!! Splurt!!! Bloooosh!!!!
"Gulp...!! Cough!!!"
Habit from Tanya or Camella—I grabbed Sia's head, thrusting deep into her throat to cum. She writhed, groaning in pain.
Sluuuurp—pop!
"Keh...! Cain... it hurts..."
"Ah, sorry Sia, you okay?"
"Hiiing.... I hate you, Cain...! Sob!"
I'd often seen her sniffing my cock scent, nose twitching. But her taking initiative... now throat-raped, she tearfully slapped my body, throwing a tantrum.
"Ah... sorry Sia, you okay?"
"Hng.... hurts..."
"Sorry I couldn't listen 'cause something important came up?"
"Hmph!!"
Properly pissed now, unlike snuggling, she curled up, turned away, lips pursed in a sulky pout.
"Sia~ sorry. Okay?"
"Don't knowww...."
Shaking her shoulders gently didn't work; she ignored me. But persistent apologies, hugs, "I like you, sorry" whispers made her lips quiver.
"You did me with your mouth, so I'll do you."
"N-nooo!!"
I wedged between her thighs, spreading them, face to her crotch—she resisted fiercely.
"Why? You did mine."
"D-don't... it's dirty!!"
"No, Sia has nothing dirty."
"Hiiiing..."
She squeezed thighs, kicked, blocking my head from her pussy—but my words melted her tension.
Despite "dirty no," as my face neared, her pussy twitched rapidly, gushing juices.
"Slurrrp!!"
"Hyaaang!!!"
Her developed, protruding clit—sucked it once, her body convulsed like struck by lightning.
Psst shhh shhh!
"A-aaaah nooo Cain... nooo!!!"
Just sucking her clit once, massive squirt erupted; realizing urine next, she screamed, hands pushing my head desperately.
I yanked back just in time—her hot piss sprayed a split-second later.
Trickle trickle!
Splash!
"Hyaaang...!"
I pulled up fast, but her warm urine hit my throat area. Sia burst into shame-filled tears.
So fucking hot.