Chapter 77
Chapter 77
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: We Live in the Age of Womb Tattoos (1)
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◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Yes, all confirmed. Here's your Avatar Incarnation and the bonus item you purchased."
"Ah, y-yes...!"
Artist Siu's previous work, Happiness Springs from the Heart, had been plenty satisfying.
But honestly, nothing beat the thrill of this new installment in the Avatar series.
She couldn't wait to see what awaited those girls this time. Snatching up her copy of Avatar Incarnation, the woman raced home with a blissful smile.
"Avatar Incarnation, huh? Wonder what it's about to earn a title like that?"
As always, there was something fun about guessing the story from the title and cover art before diving in.
Of course, Artist Siu always made it devilishly hard to predict.
This time felt especially tricky.
"It won't just jump straight into sex scenes, right?"
The cover featured Albedo wearing that signature Siu expression—the ecstatic bliss of a girl lost in pleasure. A strange, glowing white pattern shimmered just below her navel.
Yeah, no way to guess the plot from that alone.
"Is the reservation bonus pic of Viriditas without her glasses a hint?"
Viriditas only ditched those specs when she shed her usual prim demeanor and cut loose.
Maybe something similar in this volume?
Ha, she was dying of excitement.
Can't hold back. Gotta read it now.
She considered brewing some tea first but ended up sprawled on the bed, flipping pages in a frenzy.
Tea could wait—this needed to happen ASAP.
The very first spread showed Albedo swaddled head to toe in bandages on her bed.
"What? Didn't it end okay?"
Even with her awakened powers, she'd pushed too hard in the fight, it seemed.
At least everyone else was fine. They even visited her in the hospital, bringing back that lively vibe from happier days.
Albedo didn't seem too uncomfortable either, laughing with the others as she healed up.
"Phew, what a relief...?"
She started to relax, figuring the last incident had wrapped up nicely.
But right as relief set in, Albedo stared into the bathroom mirror—and it threw her for a loop.
That same pattern from the cover glowed below her navel, like it was sucking something in from below.
Albedo's expression and aura were off—intensely so.
Was this from tapping that insane power last time?
Cut to Corrosion spawning again, overwhelming the girls sans convalescing Albedo.
"Ah, so that's it."
Incarnating the Avatar's flame in the womb to grow stronger.
It was like the Mia Church preaching the miracle of life's birth—gorgeous, almost sacred.
The flame getting pulled into her womb was downright reverent.
Wait, was this in Albedo's first awakening? She frantically checked past volumes.
Yep—flame sucked into the womb, but always angled to hide her lower belly. Chills.
It was all planned from the start?
"Whoa..."
She'd felt it during Albedo's fights before, but their powered-up battles had this electric thrill.
Raw power bursting off the page.
Every awakening made the art feel like it shifted to full color—an illusion, but vivid.
"...And here it comes."
Why Albedo eyed that tattoo so gravely.
But the reason? Not quite what she'd expected. She stared at the page, transfixed.
...She looks happy?
Albedo's face mixed shock and rejection, sure—but undercut by pure bliss.
Her moans dripped with ecstasy; hearts overflowed in the effects. It evoked Siu's signature happy sex scenes from other works.
Wasn't it a penalty...?
"Ah, if that's 'pregnancy'..."
Pregnancy implied marriage, too.
So maybe the mark induced sex-like euphoria?
Normally, pleasure led to conception. Here, conception triggered a pleasure backlash?
Just a hunch, but plausible.
"Definitely the womb area—and it feels good there."
Every throb from Albedo spewed faint white flames around her womb, surging in with a sluuuurp on climax.
Heartbeat thumps synced with happy hearts.
Watching made her throb. Hand drifted to her own womb.
"Rubbing here feels good, right...?"
Not just for cradling life.
It could spark joy, too.
New fact learned. Nod.
"Viriditas's tattoo is heart-shaped."
Rubedo's—her fave—looked like hands grasping a stylized womb.
Each girl had her own design, naturally.
Their pleasures manifested differently, sparking wild events.
She gaped, speechless.
'They look so damn good.'
She'd tried breast play for masturbation lately.
But this forced, tattoo-granted bliss? A different flavor of thrill.
Rubedo's unseen happy face? Heart-pounding.
Viriditas's teasing green flames mingling with red ones ravishing Rubedo's body. Stunning.
"Touching feels good, being touched feels good..."
Mumbling blankly, she turned the page.
Chitrinita's tattoo: gear-like mechanisms.
Nigredo's: tree roots parasitizing flesh.
What pleasures for them? Heart racing, she read on.
"Haa, haa..."
Panties soaked through, but no pause to change or relieve herself.
Addicted, she devoured page after page.
Chitrinita's lewd words birthed yellow flames; Nigredo's black flames flared imagining them, heating up.
Beauty consumed her.
"Saying lewd stuff is embarrassing but feels good. Hearing it feels good..."
The five girls enthralled by tattoos, chasing pleasure.
She wanted that.
But back to battle—they fought for the world over bliss. Inspired.
Ecstasy tempting, yet they never surrendered fully.
They threw themselves into protecting the world.
Maybe the tattoos were rewards because of that?
"Whew, such a cool story all around."
Trials endured, rewards reaped, happiness shared—yet still fighting for everyone.
So damn fun...
"Huh?"
Last page: unexpected color spread. Eyes widened in delight.
Sudden gift.
"Oh, time for the bonus box?"
Warning said open after reading. Now was the time.
For that price, probably a nice print?
'Maybe this last-page art?'
Eagerly unpacking.
Contents? Utterly unexpected. Stared, puzzled.
No manual, and she'd be lost on its purpose.
"...Soul Chain?"
Albedo's womb tattoo sticker.
Manual: Stick on belly for real-deal tattoo effects like Albedo.
...So, slap this on my stomach and feel like Albedo?
"This looks just like Albedo's belly...?"
Mirror check: weird emotions swirled.
Like she was Albedo. No effects, just a toy—yet...
That masturbation scene from the book? Heart raced anew.
"Ha-ut, haang...♡"
Unthinkingly pressing her womb, masturbating. Addicted, till exhaustion lulled her to sleep.
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