The Lie Wasn't a Lie

It wasn't a lie. Kim Na-eun realized the lie wasn't a lie at all. He really did treat her like a toilet. Whenever he had time, he called her over and came inside her. The reasons were always different. "Work was exhausting today." "It snowed today." "The sky was clear today." Every time he saw her breasts, he treated them like a cow's udders. Even so, she didn't hate it. On the contrary, the thought of playing with him made her smile. He always took his time appreciating her body before finishing.

"……."

Still, a faint unease made her heart skip a beat. "Clearly……" Her period was late. Maybe it was only natural. They had done it every single day without rest—if nothing happened, that would have been the real problem. Kim Na-eun slipped away to a pharmacy in a neighborhood she never visited. She ducked into the restroom beside it.

"Ah……"

Sitting on the toilet, she held the pregnancy test and pressed a hand to her forehead. The lie wasn't a lie. It was real. "Two lines……" There was no doubt it was his child. She always used condoms with her boyfriend, so it couldn't be his. The only other man was him.

"Uuuu……"

She let out a low groan and hung her head. All because of a single sexual preference, she was deceiving the boyfriend she loved. "Haa……" A heavy sigh escaped her, heavy with guilt. Then a sudden thought made her count on her fingers. "Two weeks……" Could it be? From the very first day? Had that been a dangerous day? Even if not the first day, it had definitely happened within the first few days. She opened the period-tracking app on her phone.

"A~!"

Right. That day marked the start of her fertile window. Her head drooped even lower. How was she supposed to keep this from her boyfriend? Heavy guilt pressed down on her shoulders. Yet, cruelly, the guilt quickly shifted into something else—something that made her heart race. She lifted the test close to her face, snapped a clear photo of the two distinct lines, and sent it.

[The "I'll get you pregnant" line wasn't a lie after all.]

He would see it. He would definitely see it. The thought made her chest flutter.

"……"

So it really happened. Strangely, the thought that crossed his mind at that moment was: My sperm works fine. He didn't even dislike himself for having such a rotten thought. When it came to hypnosis targets, his morals were already scraping the floor anyway. Whatever.

"Huu, am I trash?"

"……Huh? Suddenly?"

The other nurse working beside him reacted to his muttered words.

"Ah~, no no. I just deleted something I saved……"

"Oh dear……"

"I'm going to the restroom for a bit."

As he left his seat and walked, his heart pounded. Only now did it feel real. It was true. He had actually gotten her pregnant. Honestly, he had almost given up on marriage. Ironically, marriage itself wasn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that difficult. If he simply erased his standards for an ideal type, he could marry even a woman with molars growing on her forehead. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Conversely, if women erased their standards, they could marry even a guy rotting away in some corner, right? But standards were the problem. Appropriate looks, an appropriate wedding, an appropriate honeymoon, an appropriate house and car—because everyone's definition of "appropriate" differed, dating and marriage became difficult.

"And now I've blown right past all of that……"

A child had been made. It was what he intended, yet actually facing it left him with strange feelings. Of course, he didn't dislike it. Since he didn't have to take responsibility, his mind felt light. No—actually, it felt even lighter.

[Come here.]

Since there was a child, they had to meet.

§

Kim Na-eun.

"Look at this."

She held out two pregnancy tests. After sending the photo, she had bought another one just in case. The second test also showed two clear lines.

"Hm, so it's my kid?"

"……Are you even human?"

At her answer, he scratched his cheek with an awkward expression.

"It is your child, you know."

When she added that she had never done it raw with anyone else, he finally nodded.

"Whoa…. You really didn't believe it?"

That was ridiculous. How could a person be like that?

"Umm, I'll admit it. Lately I've been feeling like a total piece of trash."

"……Yeah, that sounds about right."

She no longer thought of him as a good person.

"Still, hearing that from a cow feels weird."

He said this while climbing into the back seat of the car. She followed without a word. Lately they had been doing it in the back seat every time, so getting in felt natural.

"Huu, so you're not going to look at the cow's breasts? If you don't want to, you don't have to."

"Really?"

If he actually took her joke seriously, what was she supposed to do? She glared at him sullenly.

"Kidding. Show me, cow girl."

"Haa……"

She let out a breath that could have been a sigh or a moan. After taking off her padded jacket, she undid the straps of her work overalls. Whoosh! When she quickly lifted her clothes, her breasts bounced heavily.

"Kuh."

Whether she was pregnant or not made no difference to him. That was a little disappointing.

"Huu…. You're just going to stare without saying anything even though I'm pregnant?"

"Hey. With your nipples standing up this hard, you really gonna say that?"

She had no comeback. In just two weeks she had adapted far too well. He leaned against the door, casually lowered his pants, and stroked his erect cock while admiring her exposed breasts.

"Haa……"

It had probably been about a week since they started meeting secretly in the car. Maybe that was why her body reacted even faster and stronger to his gaze. Twitch.

"Huu……"

Just from being looked at, she was already so wet she could feel it below. His eyes moved from her breasts to her nipples, then to her face. Being watched was enough to entertain him.

"Heh……"

A laugh slipped out. Since it was fun, she wanted to play more.

"How is it? A cow who's even gotten pregnant?"

Saying such vulgar words herself on top of being watched felt strangely amusing. He nodded in satisfaction while stroking himself.

"Huuu……"

The best part was that his gaze never left her body.

"Haa……"

She couldn't hold back anymore. Lowering her pants, she leaned against the opposite door. They faced each other. She reached down and rubbed her clit.

"Huk!"

Showing him her masturbation had become an ordinary routine. Getting used to something like this was dangerous, though.

"Aang……! Ah……! Haa……! Huu……!"

Letting someone else watch her masturbate was obviously indecent. Yet it felt so good……! So much fun……!

"Haa……! Huu……! Aang……! Huu……! Huk……! Haa……! Ah……! Haaang……!"

The pleasure was even more intense than actual sex. It was a kind she could never get from her boyfriend. She could only feel it when she was being watched.

"Huu……! Uu……! Ah……! Huu……! Ah……! Haa……!"

Ah. Already……! Shudder!Splash!

"Huuu……!"

Her hips bucked several times, spraying clear droplets everywhere.

"Haa……"

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The languid feeling after climax was another kind of addiction. Whenever she came, he always approached.

"Uung."

In this state, there was no room for bad feelings.

"What are you doing, cow-toilet bitch? Squeeze."

"Uu, okay……"

Even being treated as less than human didn't make her angry. She pressed her breasts together around his cock, familiarly and firmly.

"Uuu……"

She let a little saliva drip to make it slick. Schlick……! Schlick……! Because they always did it this way, she had gotten used to using her breasts even if she hadn't wanted to learn.

"Huu……!"

Then he ravaged her breasts like an angry bull.

"Huu……! Huu……! Uu……! Ah……!"

Even so, the gaze on her breasts made her grow hot below again.

"Can I…… masturbate……?"

"Yeah."

Whenever he thrust into her breast-pussy, she asked permission and masturbated again. It was the first time in her life she had masturbated this much.

"Huu……! Aang……! Ah……! Ah……! Huu……! Ah……!"

In that short time she came several more times.

"Hey…… spread for the toilet."

She was used to those words now. She simply lay back on the seat and spread her legs wide so he could easily thrust into the toilet.

Thrust!

"Huuu……!"

A different pleasure from masturbation. The hot thing spreading her walls and pushing deep inside. No matter how much she denied it, her insides had already been molded to his shape. Spurt! Spurt……! Spuuuurt! The moment he reached her cervix, he poured his semen straight in. He didn't even move much. He simply used her like a toilet and excreted inside.

"I'm already pregnant though……"

Was there any reason to cum inside when she was already pregnant……?

"Then I should cum in the toilet. Where else would I?"

"……Right……. Ah……"

In just two weeks she had adapted completely. At some point, thinking of herself as his toilet had started to feel natural, hadn't it?

"Huu."

After finishing, he pulled out with a refreshed face and wiped himself on her breasts. Schlick.

"Tissues are too soft. This is better."

"Eing……"

Now she was even being used as a tissue.

"You can go now."

"Seriously……"

No matter how used to it she had become, the one-sided dismissal still stung.

"Ah, and from now on, do it raw with your boyfriend too."

"……"

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I'll do it."

If she didn't, he would find out she was cheating.

"Don't worry. I don't plan on getting caught either~."

She didn't want her boyfriend to find out. It sounded like an excuse and made her feel like trash, but that was how she felt.

§

The setup was removed three days later. He needed to create an alibi first.

"Hmm. Feels weird."

Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, he gave his review. Kim Na-eun had gotten pregnant, yet she now had no memory of him at all. He could always reapply the setup whenever he wanted, but it still felt strange. This buildup had been done with pregnancy in mind from the start. Even so, he felt a twinge of guilt. Though it was only as small as a single grain of sand on a beach. And the rest of his feelings……yeah.

"It's fucking fun, though."

Being able to impregnate any woman he wanted with his seed whenever he pleased? As long as we don't get caught, it's fine. He had known that, but it hit him differently now. His belief had always been the same. He wanted to work quietly. Without problems. So as long as they didn't get caught, it was fine. The single grain of sand was washed away by the tide, disappearing without a trace.