Chapter 129
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 129
Chapter Title: Miyuki's Jealousy (1)
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L putting off Lunako's answer to my proposal for later, I gazed at the night view and slept in a separate room.
Because if we'd slept together, my stamina—who knew when it might recover—would probably go wild again.
Thanks to sleeping separately like that, when I woke up the next day, I'd had the sweetest damn sleep ever.
After that, Lunako, Jessica, and Julia got up one by one in that order. We had a simple breakfast and then parted ways.
"Well then, see you next time, Japanese boy~"
"Next time, let's call our friends and do it together."
"Looking forward to it."
After saying goodbye to Julia and Jessica, I spoke to Lunako in a quiet voice.
"Please give me your answer the next time we meet."
"Understood. Oh, and this is a message from Yusuke. He wants you to come to the address I gave you in a week."
"Okay, got it."
Unlike her demeanor yesterday, she was back to her stiff self, leaving me with a strange sense of regret. Meanwhile, I got into the car Miyuki had come to pick me up in and left the villa.
In the car with Miyuki after leaving the villa.
Miyuki gripped the steering wheel and asked me,
"Did you have fun?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Totally."
How could I not enjoy spending the whole day having intense sex with gorgeous women?
I nodded inwardly in agreement, and that's when I remembered what Lunako had said about coming to her family mansion in a few days.
"Oh, by the way. Miyuki, I might have to step out again in a week."
"Pardon? Didn't you say your schedule was free?"
I gazed at Miyuki as she asked, wondering if I should tell her about this. After a brief hesitation, I decided to come clean.
I'd have to explain it anyway when I handed over the money later. Better to get it out now.
Thinking that, Takuya began explaining the netorare commission to Miyuki.
"Someone gave me a job this time."
"A job?"
Miyuki eyed me suspiciously. Well, I got it. On the surface, I looked like a total kid.
But it was real.
"Yeah, they want me to help with some netorare."
"Netorare?"
Miyuki tilted her head, asking what that was.
I understood her reaction. The term netorare wouldn't ring a bell if you weren't into that scene.
So I explained simply.
"In easy terms, it's impregnating a married woman with my kid so her husband ends up raising it."
Miyuki, who had been listening intently, changed to a look of shock and horror in mere seconds.
"Th-then that means Master is going off to impregnate someone else right now?!"
I nodded at her overly dramatic reaction.
"Well, yeah, pretty much."
At my calm reply, Miyuki's pupils trembled more violently than ever for a moment.
With a deeply quivering voice, she asked me again.
"M-Master. D-don't tell me those people will be the first ones you impregnate?"
I nodded calmly once more.
"Seems like it. I've been using protection with everyone so far."
At my straightforward answer, Miyuki shuddered violently for a second before abruptly turning the car around away from our destination.
I was startled by Miyuki's sudden move, but soon she pulled into a nearby empty parking lot, parked, and turned to face me.
"M-Master."
She grabbed the fabric of my shoulder carefully, her voice choked with sobs.
"Please don't abandon Miyuki..."
"What?"
I couldn't make heads or tails of Miyuki's sudden outburst.
I mean, why the hell would I abandon Miyuki?
'Her pussy grips so tight, she's devoted to me, she's married (?), huge tits, does every play I want—why would I?'
Her merits just lined up endlessly; anyone who ditched her would have to be an idiot.
Why on earth would I throw her away?
Just as I was about to ask in a baffled tone what she meant,
"I-is it because I'm a mom who's already had a kid? I can't give you my virginity, but still! My, my back pussy is a virgin. I'll give you the first time there, hand over all my money too. If you tell me to abandon my family, I will. Please don't abandon me. Okay? Master...."
"What."
Miyuki's words poured out in a torrent, utterly unbelievable, and I realized she was dead serious—gravely so.
'No way. What's the big deal about knocking someone up?'
Of course, it was serious. But she had to know I wouldn't ditch her over that, right?
I didn't get it, but since things felt dire, I grabbed her shoulders to make my feelings crystal clear and said something that would engrave how I felt about her.
-Thud.
"Miyuki, even if you lose your memories or pretend not to know me, I'll make you mine again—even if I have to rape you. You're mine. Got it?"
It might sound insane, but astonishingly,
"Y-yes♥"
No words got through to Miyuki like these.
Why do they work so well?
Anyone still clinging to common sense over this needs to ditch their rationality.
Anyway, after calming the sniffling Miyuki, I caught my breath and asked her,
"So, Miyuki, why'd you think I was gonna abandon you?"
At my question, she fidgeted a bit, then bowed her head and confessed honestly.
It was a bit long, but summing it up,
"You were scared someone else would get pregnant before you?"
"Y-yes..."
Miyuki's thinking went like this.
She'd already lost her virginity and borne another man's child. Her only merits were her slutty body and lewd behavior. She feared I might get stolen by someone else.
'What the hell?'
That was my summary, but I still didn't get it.
Hell, just from what she said herself, weren't there overflowing reasons to keep her?
Maybe humanity really needs another decade to understand Miyuki.
As I had those irrelevant thoughts,
Miyuki looked at me anxiously and asked,
"I-is someone like me really okay?"
"No, it's not just okay—this gives me more than enough reason to keep you around."
Where the hell does her self-esteem come from being chipped away like that?
Takuya just couldn't comprehend it.
I'd fucked her.
I'd creampied her.
I hadn't made her do plays she hated.
Hell, I'd done fucking everything!
But why the hell is she like this?!
As Takuya pondered,
Miyuki leaned forward slightly, bringing her face close enough to touch his, then whispered in his ear.
"Then prove it by irresponsibly creampie-impregnating Miyuki's womb with Master's majestic prince♥"
And at that provocation from Miyuki, Takuya realized.
This was what she'd wanted all along.
I couldn't refuse her proposal.
In truth, Miyuki's worry wasn't really jealousy.
She already knew Takuya had countless women around him and accepted it.
But the anxiety was unavoidable.
The women gathering around Takuya were younger, richer, or more capable than her.
Compared to them, what did she have? She hadn't given him her first time, nor was she married to him.
Her only useful traits were the wealth inherited from her parents and this lewd body of hers.
Some might say that's plenty, but from the position of a bitch wanting her master's favor, it was different.
She couldn't shake the thought that she was only by his side because of her special status as his friend's mom.
But she'd kept quiet about these thoughts until now for a simple reason.
Master hadn't impregnated anyone yet.
So she hadn't shown it outwardly.
Once she gathered the gold elixirs he wanted, he'd impregnate them all together—even if she wasn't first.
She'd been reassured by that.
But then Master said it.
He was going to impregnate another woman.
Those words hit Miyuki like a thunderbolt.
Having been a mother herself, she knew.
If Master impregnated someone, that woman would become priority number one.
It was a fact any mother, any woman, knew desperately well.
No—at the moment he impregnated one, he'd probably knock up several more in a flash.
Takuya might say he wasn't that irresponsible if he heard, but Miyuki was certain.
Getting one is the hard part; the rest are easy.
That's why she thought this.
Better to get impregnated now, while he still favored her most, than be pushed back later.
Plus, getting pregnant sooner meant she could have another sooner.
From Takuya's perspective, he might think it was her jealousy exploding (which it kind of was), but she had her reasons.
With that, Miyuki sped the car toward her goal.
A place where no one would see, where she could achieve her selfish desire without a care.