We Live in the Age of Womb Tattoos (5)
Rosaria's pussy wasn't merely wet on the surface — she was soaked all the way through, so slick that my cock slid into her without a hint of pain, only a rush of pure, melting pleasure.
The sensation of driving straight through her depths in a single thrust became an electric signal that raced up my spine and detonated inside my skull. The folds lining her walls writhed and fluttered around me as if determined to make me feel good, massaging my shaft with greedy little ripples. That delicious kneading, combined with the way my cock glided over those soft ridges with every movement of my hips, twisted into a pleasure so sharp it began to torment us both.
We had already been burning for each other, so the moment I buried myself inside her, the pleasure hit hard enough to blank my mind.
"Hngh♡ Ugh♡ Nngh♡"
"Haa..."
Once I recovered enough to think, all I wanted was to make Rosaria feel just as good. I nudged the tip of my cock against the mouth of her womb — the lightest, gentlest kiss of contact, barely more than a feather's touch.
It was an incredibly sensitive spot, the kind you had to handle as carefully as a newborn... but I was certain that careful touch could deliver a pleasure nothing else could match. Especially lately — I had caught her masturbating by stimulating her womb more than once, so the area had to be even more hypersensitive than usual. An erogenous zone already hard-wired for pleasure, and I was teasing the most delicate part of it from the inside with a feather-light caress. She had to be drowning in it.
"Haaah♡ No♡ Cali♡ Don't—♡"
"Huh? What?"
"Match my pace. I want to come with you."
"Ah... so that's what it was."
The reason she had clenched down and held back her climax through that last wave of pleasure was because she wanted us to finish at the exact same moment. Honestly, that was Rosaria knowing exactly what she was doing. Watching a girl lose herself and come over and over like an idiot was hot, sure — but holding out, enduring together, and climaxing as one... that felt like our hearts connecting. That was happiness.
"Yeah. I'll be careful."
"Hnn♡ But it felt so good...♡"
The pleasure must have been overwhelming; a few tears had slipped from the corners of her eyes. I gently wiped them away. That fragile, on-the-verge-of-breaking expression of hers, completely drenched in ecstasy — that was Rosaria's particular brand of erotic. I loved it.
"Hngh♡ Nngh♡ Nngh♡"
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
Once I got my head back on straight and started thrusting into Rosaria's pussy in earnest, lewd wet sounds began to fill the clubroom. Unreal, almost cartoonish wet noises flooded the space, and her blissful moans spun dizzy circles around my ears.
But something about this ordinary rhythm wasn't sitting right with me. It felt good enough. I was making her happy. And yet... this wasn't the feeling I had been craving.
"Sorry, Ria."
"Eh? Hyaah!?"
I lifted her lightly off me, then caught her under both arms and held her suspended in midair. Moving my hips, I began bouncing her body up and down at the same time, driving my cock into her as if she were nothing more than a giant onahole for me to use however I pleased.
"Hyaah!? Hah♡ Hah♡ Guh♡ Haah♡"
"Nngh...!"
Gravity joined the piston now — Rosaria's body dropping onto me with every stroke — and the result was a faster, more powerful, far more varied rhythm than anything we had done before. Because my cock was reaching deeper than usual, slamming straight into her cervix would have hurt her, so instead I drove hard into the sensitive spot just behind the mouth of her womb, flooding her with a brand-new kind of pleasure.
Under normal circumstances she would have come undone already. Somehow Rosaria held on, enduring the onslaught, refusing to climax. But her face was already a mess of tears, snot, and drool; she was so far gone from our sex that she could barely stay conscious.
Alright. Let's see if she can take it when I start fucking her like a beast.
"Hek♡ Heugh♡ Hek♡ No more♡ If I come I'll—♡ Aah♡ Haaah♡ No...!?"
"Got it. You're at your limit. It's fine — I'm right there with— you!"
"Hnn♡ Yes♡ Inside♡ Fill me up inside—♡"
Thrust!
I drove into the back of her womb with a force completely different from anything before, as if my cock were trying to bite down on her uterus itself. The brutal impact shattered the last of the walls she had been clinging to. I felt her body go rigid as the orgasm seized her.
Now...!
The instant Rosaria's climax began, I pistoned once more and shifted position. Pulling free of that deep spot behind her cervix, I pressed the head of my cock against the entrance of her womb the way I had at the start — kissing it, rubbing gently, wringing out the last of the climax I still needed.
"No, nooo♡ I wanted to come with youuu♡ Hngh♡ Hnngh...!"
"You held out so well!"
Fwoooosh!
I could almost hear the sound inside my own head. Cum surged out of me in thick, wave after wave, punching straight through her cervical opening and flooding the inside of her womb. The heat of it, combined with the soft kiss of my glans massaging her entrance, obliterated whatever remained of Rosaria's control.
"Hiiik♡ I'm coming♡ I'm cominggg♡ Taking so much of Cali's cum in my womb while I come♡ Hiiiiiiik♡"
Clinging to me as she climaxed, she wrapped her slender arms around my neck and trembled violently. From the outside she looked completely wrecked — like a toy onahole that had been thoroughly raped. But on the inside, her womb entrance was still frantically kissing the tip of my cock, desperate to milk out every last drop. Thanks to that, I emptied even the last lingering remnants of cum deep inside her.
"Hwaaaaang♡"
"You okay? Did it feel good?"
"It felt so good♡ I'm so happy...♡ What about you, Cali?"
"Obviously it was amazing."
I carefully set Rosaria down in a chair. Every time an aftershock of pleasure made her body twitch, more cum gushed out of her pussy in thick, wet pulses. Honestly, looking at it now — the creampie tag really is the truth. It was fucking beautiful.
"Hehe. Last time you seemed pretty conflicted about it, but this time you came inside me right away."
"...I don't know. If you get pregnant, you're the one who suffers, not me."
"Why would it be suffering? It'd be happiness."
"...You want to get pregnant?"
"It's Cali's baby. Of course I'd want to have it, wouldn't I?"
That answer caught me off guard. I had assumed she was only saying those things because it was a safe day. I hadn't realized she genuinely wanted to carry my child.
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be?"
"If I get pregnant, things might get really hard."
"If that's what you want... what worries me more is you getting pregnant when you don't want it. If you're choosing it, I think that's fine."
I had already decided to take responsibility for Rosaria. And honestly, even on a safe day the chance of pregnancy wasn't zero. From the moment we started having sex, the possibility of getting pregnant from pre-cum alone was something I had already steeled myself for. My only real concern had been that a genius mage like Rosaria might have her future blocked because of a baby.
"So yeah, I was a little scared. Honestly, I figured your dad would kill me."
"Well, he probably would scold us."
"But then I thought — I can just take the scolding for both of us. So if this is really what you want, I'll do it."
"......."
Rosaria looked deeply moved as she pressed herself against me. If she wanted a baby that badly, she should have just talked to me seriously instead of fretting alone and clinging to me with nothing but "come inside me." Of course, the conviction I felt now had a lot to do with that first creampie... but I had already sworn to take responsibility for her from our very first time. If she wanted this, I was more than ready to give it to her.
"Cali... I'm sorry. I... I have something I need to apologize for."
"...Huh?"
As she said that, Rosaria took my hand and guided it to her stomach. I blinked in confusion as she pressed my palm down, as if trying to make me feel her womb. For a second I thought she wanted me to press on it while she masturbated — but the sensation under my hand was strange.
"It's a little firm...?"
"I... I already got pregnant from what we did in the bathroom last time."
"...What?"
She was already pregnant? It was still far too early for her belly to show, so I hadn't noticed at all. The news was startling, but if this was what Rosaria had wanted, there was only one thing to say.
"Well then — congratulations. Or wait, should both of us be congratulated? Want me to tell the others and throw a little celebration?"
"......."
But Rosaria's reaction was off. She hung her head like a criminal, and that wasn't right.
"This baby... I made it on purpose. I lied to you, Cali."
"...What?"
"I deliberately calculated that the day after the duel would be my ovulation day, and I planned everything around that date."
"Hold on. What are you talking about?"
She had intentionally lost to Yuria, pretended to be exhausted and broken, and engineered a situation where we would have creampie sex. She had assumed that the guilt of creating that scenario would keep me from getting angry about the pregnancy. This girl... her obsessions always ran in the strangest directions. I never knew whether to call the repetitive repertoire cute or concerning.
But one thing was certain: knowing she hadn't actually been deeply wounded that day left me with a strange sense of relief.
"You said you wouldn't do that kind of thing anymore, and then you go and pull it again after just one year."
"...I'm sorry. You can be angry. If you want, I'll secretly erase the baby with magic and end things between us. I broke my promise, after all."
"Don't say terrifying things like that. I already told you — Ria, I will take responsibility for you no matter what."
And honestly, I was the one who should be apologizing. I used to be that kind of asshole, and Rosaria had simply predicted my behavior and moved accordingly. If I had gotten my act together and treated her properly from the start, none of this would have happened. Mutual fault, maybe — but from where I stood, I was the one more in the wrong.
The fact that she confessed the truth the moment I reacted positively to the pregnancy proved it. The root cause was Rosaria's mistaken belief that I would hate the idea of her getting pregnant. Looking at it that way, most of the times she went off the rails were because of me. If I did better going forward, it would all work out.
"So let me be the one to apologize this time. I'm sorry, Rosaria. From now on, I'll try harder to be a proper boyfriend."
"...Okay!"
"By the way — when you asked me last time whether I liked schemes from behind or not... that was about this, wasn't it?"
"......."
She was so damn cute. Watching Rosaria's expression brighten properly again filled me with relief — and then, fully dressed once more, she floated one more thing she needed to say.
"Actually... I've known for a while that Cali is Siwoo."
"...What?"
I wondered if she was fishing, but the completely matter-of-fact way she said it made it clear she was certain. Rosaria had already known this whole time and had just been pretending otherwise? The revelation was so unexpected that my mind went completely blank.
"What do you mean, Cali is Master Artist Siwoo?"
"Huh...?"
And of course, that was the exact moment Orca walked into the clubroom. She must have overheard our conversation, because she froze in pure shock and dropped the bra she was holding.