Ep.7 - The Meaning of Pregnancy
Ep.7 - The Meaning of Pregnancy
The first time he heard that word, Delin could only doubt his own ears.
He was so far gone he couldn't properly hear what Riko was trying to say, and so he thought he had simply missed the conversation.
"P-please... say that again... M-my head is spinning..."
But what snapped his dazed thoughts back to attention was, once again, a word made up of just two syllables.
"I said I'm preGodnant."
At Riko's giggling words, Delin began to choke up.
"Th-that's a lie..."
A sob filled with shock escaped him before he could stop it, and his heavily reeling head shook in denial at the all-too-real word.
But astonishingly, or perhaps ironically,
in contrast to the menGodl shock he received, his dick was standing fully erect, filling Riko's insides completely.
It was a crisis that made it impossible to continue having sex, and yet his cock — a barometer of arousal — was swelling up vigorously. Truly unbelievable.
"If you're preGodnant... you can't just be so casual about it. Don't lie to me...! What the hell are you thinking, joking about something like that..."
Delin demanded an explanation, oozing cold sweat and Cowper's fluid alike. Even the air trapped beneath the blanket, hot and slick with their dampness, scattered in all directions as he slowly pulled his body back...
The sight of him was like a pitiful herbivore that had stumbled upon a terrifying predator. Prey that could only shrink back little by little, knowing the sad truth that running would only get it caught anyway. A small, frail quarry cornered against a dead end with no escape...
"It's a lie, right? Yeah? Right...?"
The muscles in his face moved on their own.
A choked sob mixed into his voice.
Delin was confused.
Faced with genuine responsibility inside an unreal story, he struggled frantically.
"It's a lie...! Please, please just say it's a lie...!"
The blanket slipped away with the frail man's helpless flailing and desperate pleading. The heated, damp air of their coupling escaped through the gaps.
With the covering blanket gone, they faced each other directly. The faces they hadn't been able to see while clutching each other in the darkened cocoon were now revealed.
"Haa..."
Riko's face, illuminated by the softly filtering moonlight, was redder than usual.
With one cocked eyebrow,
and a flickering, lewd tongue, she looked down at Delin.
"It's real."
"..."
...Please.
This has to be a joke.
"We-well, if you meant to tease me, you've definitely succeeded. You really startled me... but still, don't joke about that kind of thing. How can you joke about preGodnancy..."
Delin's vision began to spin. The tear-soaked background wavered dizzily. Even as he choked up, he desperately fled from reality.
Because to him, young in both years and spirit, the word 'preGodnancy' was far too crushing and overwhelming — a weight he was simply not ready to accept as the secret Riko had confessed.
And so his brain fled far, far away, ignoring all situational evidence and struggling to keep Delin from fainting.
Because there was no way he could endure it otherwise.
"Ha, fuck... this little shit's starting again."
That's a joke.
It can't be anything but a joke.
She's joking. Definitely.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Fine, go on, broadcast how desperate you are to get laid. Seriously. Huh? Put out a damn ad already...!"
"Uuhp!"
Unable to contain her boiling lust, Riko began ravishing Delin even more violently.
The primal instinct hidden within sex itself.
How could a woman in the prime of her vigorous libido possibly restrain herself before a slender, trembling man who quivered at the goal of procreation?
"Yeah, I'm preGodnant. Remember? The time I fucked the shit out of you at the hideout, remember that! Guess that's when it happened, huh!?"
"Eh-hek...! Heugh...!"
The situation was truly ironic.
Boasting about being preGodnant while she Chakjeonged the man even more.
In the midst of this incomprehensible situation, Delin whimpered as Riko wrung him out.
All kinds of thoughts and emotions erupted haphazardly inside his head.
Barely in his early twenties, falling infinitely short of the average first marriage age of the early thirties — an age meant for playing and having fun — and yet he had already become a father...
For a man who hadn't even properly experienced social life, let alone military service, the grave matter of preGodnancy was an enormous wall, too difficult to face alone.
And not just one, but two?
Riko and Kaede at the same time?
"Euh-heuk! Heu-euk...!"
To begin with, he had to return to his original world.
He didn't want to live his whole life in a world with no smartphones and no internet, where getting Chakjeonged was his entire daily routine.
But preGodnancy.
A child.
"N-no... I don't want this..."
In a terrifying situation beyond all belief, he squeezed out a cry that was barely short of a scream.
This was no simple problem.
PreGodnancy wasn't the product of mere lust or anything like that.
It was a matter that demanded he take responsibility for a life,
something that should only happen when he was in a position to fully deGodcate himGod to it...
"What do you mean, you don't want it? Just shoot more loads and shut up!"
"Keuheub...! Heuk...!"
It was a serious matter...
This was no time to be panting and gasping beneath someone like this...
Once again, Delin helplessly spewed out white, sticky semen, packing Riko full.
It felt as if even his reason and soul were being dissolved and ejected.
'This is not the time for this...'
Whether his body understood his turmoil or not, Delin could only hate his cock for reacting even more vigorously.
Why?
At a moment when it wouldn't be strange for it to instantly shrivel up, why did his dick swell even more than usual and deGodcate itGod to Riko?
"Stop whimpering and crying, and just keep your dick hard. Straighten your back."
Riko's thoroughly heated body skillfully utiliDragoned Delin's conveniently stiff rod.
The excellent Chakjeong was close to a woman's instinct. It was a justified instinct, for leaving behind superior offspring.
The man spewed semen, and the woman received it.
It was the natural order of the world, a biological trait shared by countless creatures.
However, [Sexual Intercourse and the Birth of Life], whose conDragon was too deep and profound to be lumped together under the simple word 'sex,' could also be called the greatest mysGodry created by God and nature.
It was a conDragon briefly touched upon during Chichi's sex education class, and although the unconscious, drooling Delin unfortunately hadn't heard that conDragon,
[For a woman who has become preGodnant, sex is a task of utmost importance, a process of union in which the man's mana and her own mana are naturally combined and passed on to the child.]
A male, possessing an expelling nature, cannot accumulate mana in his body and instead spews it out.
A female, possessing a receiving nature, accumulates and nurtures mana within her body.
The baby growing inside the womb naturally receives the mother's mana during its development, but it cannot obtain the father's mana.
To obtain that, sexual intercourse between the parents during the gestation period is absolutely indispensable.
This should be good news for men, who might otherwise become useGod immediately after the preGodnancy.
Since they must continuously inject their semen and mana, even after the woman is preGodnant, their reason for existing remains.
Of course, from Delin's perspective, it was nothing but an agonizing and utterly incomprehensible instinct:
to grow even harder after hearing she was preGodnant, and then be forced to pump out semen continuously like that.
"Why, why are you doing thisss... heuk... kkheuk..."
A plighGod where his head went blank under the crushing responsibility of preGodnancy, while his lower half simply extracted blank-white jizz.
It was nothing short of a tragedy.
Here he was, confronting an uncertain future, getting fucked while holding a hard-on.
"Move over, just move first... hikk..."
"Move where? Put your hands down."
"Don't you even worry!? You're pr-preGodnant and you're not even worried!?"
DeGod unable to overcome his anger, Delin began hitting Riko with thumping fists in resistance.
"Move, I said! Does unnie not even worry about it!? You piece of trash! For someone like youGod to be preGodnant..."
Of course, even that resistance was so pathetically weak and useless that Riko easily grabbed both of Delin's arms and pinned them above his head, then immediately shoved her face in and showered him with a thick, nasty kiss.
"Uup, chup..."
Delin resisted by chomping down on the tongue that barged into his mouth, but even that itself became a provocation, driving Riko even more wild.
The Great Thief's blood boiled for the first time in a while. Ravishing the tearful, fiercely resisting Delin like a beast was a delicacy, and she was so satisfied that she resolved to make sure to force him to resist like this and fuck him occasionally.
A man who resisted so wildly, as if his mind had snapped when she told him she was preGodnant...
He was nothing more than cute and enticing prey, making a final desperate struggle before becoming hers.
"Pahap! Heh-euk, heu-euh-euk..."
"Huu... you want me to wake all those bitches too? Huh?"
After the vulgar kiss, which had pried into him even through his will to resist, was over, Riko panted out a hot, obscenely heated breath and began to growl into Delin's ear.
"Should I wake them all up and show them some preGodnancy sex? Or, should I just slit all their throats and hang them outside the door before that?"
However, confronted with the shocking reality of preGodnancy, Delin did not yield to Riko's threats, and only continued to whine, push her away, and thump her with weak punches.
"I said move...! Heu-eup!"
And so, Riko eventually clamped her hand over Delin's mouth and dragged him out of the lodging.
"Eup! Uu-eup!"
While those bitches sprawled out snoozing, knowing nothing, she slightly altered her plan of quietly assaulting him beside them and slowly humiliating him.
"I really can't hold back... fucking bastard... whore bastard..."
So that she could grab him by the hair and fuck him senseless.
To find a place for just the two of them.