Chapter 36
Chapter 36
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: You Can't Birth Five at Once!
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In the end, things only got worse.
I'd tried to comfort Lady Ilya, but instead made her cry even harder.
After that, I hid in the lab.
Was it fortunate?
At least the knights didn't come bursting in to punish me for making the lady cry.
"Nngh... ugh..."
I rubbed my eyes and opened them.
I stared blankly at the ceiling, shaking off my hazy mind.
It was pitch dark around me.
My sense of the situation took time to return, as if my memories had been carved out.
The moment I threw myself back into the flow of time after that brief escape, my mind snapped awake.
"...Ah?!"
I bolted upright in a panic.
"You're awake?"
I flinched, my shoulders trembling, and turned toward the voice.
"You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you."
The princess, illuminated by the orange glow of the reading lamp, set down the research materials she'd been poring over on the desk.
"You really looked so carefree."
"I..."
I started to explain, then pursed my lips.
I must have dozed off without realizing while agonizing over what to do next in the lab.
Just as carefree as the princess said.
"Even though you said you'd just talk a bit and head back."
"...I'm sorry."
"Wipe the drool from your mouth first."
The princess, who had approached without me noticing, handed me a handkerchief.
"Ah... thank you."
I took the handkerchief and wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth.
"Princess... um..."
"As for Lady Ilya, I soothed her as best I could and sent her on her way."
The princess let out a tired sigh, as if she'd dealt with a real hassle.
"Don't worry too much. I calmed her down really well. She grumbled a bit about Sir Withbel, but she didn't seem truly angry. If anything..."
The princess's eyes narrowed.
A hint of irritation flickered in her golden pupils.
"It seems Sir Withbel caught her fancy again this time."
"Pardon?"
I tilted my head, dazed as I listened to the princess.
"'Again'?"
"Huh?"
Now the princess tilted her head in return.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yes?"
My head tilted even further to the side.
We stared at each other, heads cocked, wondering what the other was talking about.
"...I misspoke."
The princess closed her eyes and leaned back against the sofa.
"Th-thank you."
The princess cracked one eye open and glanced at me.
"For what?"
"For saying harsh things to Lady Ilya on my account. Hearing them must be tough, but saying them is even harder. You'd feel guilty too."
I wasn't good at cursing.
I could do it in my head,
but putting curses into words felt like committing a sin.
Gossip about others was the same.
Whether behind their back or to their face.
Speaking ill of someone pricked my conscience.
I knew harsh words were meant to ease my own heart, but they only made me uncomfortable.
"So... as thanks for this... um... I agreed to grant one of your requests, right?"
I rose hesitantly from the sofa.
I could guess what the princess wanted without her saying it.
A request was, by nature, asking for something one needed for oneself.
So what did the princess need?
She had wealth and power in abundance.
It wouldn't even be an exaggeration to say the world lay at her feet.
For someone like that, the only thing I could offer was this.
"I-It's embarrassing, but..."
I stood before the princess and turned around.
I bunched up the hem of my dress in my fists.
The black fabric clinging tightly to my lower half peeled away slowly, revealing pale skin.
"Y-You can... touch it..."
I leaned my upper body forward slightly, sticking out my rear.
What the princess wanted.
What the princess needed.
My body.
She was always trying to touch me whenever she got the chance.
Thinking that, I figured she'd ask for something lewd with vulgar lines again.
Probably sex once more.
Before she could suggest it, I preempted her by lowering the bar.
"...Touch it as much as you like."
I bent at the waist even lower, thrusting my rear out further.
"O-Of course, only for 10 minutes! Exactly 10 minutes of touching!"
As I endured the shame and stuck out my ample rear, a small chuckle came from behind.
"Sir Withbel."
I glanced back over my shoulder.
The princess was smiling, rubbing her lower lip with her finger as if amused.
"You're so bold."
"Pardon?"
"Do you think I'm the type who only has eyes for your body?"
Yes.
"No."
Did that even make sense?!
"Sure, seeing that birthing-hips rear of yours sway as you walk does get me excited."
"B-Birthing hips?!"
"Yes. Those huge hips of yours look like they could easily birth quintuplets. And your breasts seem like they'd have plenty of milk left over even after feeding five babies."
"You can't birth five at once!"
"So you're saying you'd birth one?"
"N-No, that's not what I meant... I'm a man! How could a man give birth?!"
"Just settle into the female gender, and it'll work."
"It won't! Absolutely not!"
I'd mustered the courage to bare my rear, and this was the lowbrow joke I got in return.
I pouted and pulled down the hem of my dress.
As I straightened my disheveled dress—
"Eek?!"
The princess's arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me back.
My body, so frail, was pulled helplessly, and I tumbled backward.
I landed butt-first between her legs, trapped snugly in her embrace.
"Anyway, to continue, it's not just your body I want."
"Not just my body...?"
"I want all of you, Sir Withbel. Your heart included."
"Th-That's... not good..."
My face burned hot.
It felt like I'd just received a passionate confession of love.
Not that I'd ever gotten one before.
"What I was going to ask for isn't that kind of thing, but seeing you voluntarily stick out your rear like this, it seems like it's actually what you want."
The princess brought her mouth to my ear.
Her breath brushed my feverishly hot earlobe, making my body shiver.
"You want me to touch your ass?"
"No. Not at all."
"They say a strong denial is a strong affirmation."
"Then is a strong affirmation a strong denial?"
"An affirmation."
"That's forced logic!"
I flailed my limbs to escape the princess's hold.
I knew it was pointless,
but I had to resist.
Staying still and obedient would look even weirder.
"Rubbing your ass like that will make it hard."
"Ah."
"Ahh, it's getting hard."
At those words, all my nerves focused on my rear.
It was true.
I'd really made the princess's cock erect.
I could feel the hard rod-like thing crushed against my soft, plush rear.
"Sir Withbel, you're a terrifying woman."
"I'm a man."
"Driving a man mad with that innocent face. Now I want to cum inside you again."
The princess hugged me even tighter.
Her large fist pressed firmly into my lower belly.
"Hng...!"
I was weak to pressure on my lower abdomen.
My womb reacted immediately.
The womb, dormant since our last romp, suddenly woke up.
I hadn't masturbated once in the past few days.
Partly because I'd been focused on research, but also because my libido hadn't risen.
I didn't know if it was a gender difference,
but after becoming a woman, my sex drive had decreased compared to when I was a man.
So I hadn't felt any urge to touch myself.
Yet a few touches from the princess reignited the embers of my dormant desire.
"Sir Withbel."
"No. We can't."
"You didn't tell me something."
"Huh?"
A voice laced with sly amusement slowly tightened around my throat.
My breath grew short, my heart pounding faster.
"What happened to my curse?"
"Ah... that..."
"You must have checked the magic circle."
"I did... y-yeah..."
"You're terrible at lying. You forgot to check back then, didn't you?"
I nodded.
More embarrassing than this situation.
A scholar of magic, yet too lost in pleasure to check the curse's magic circle.
"Looks like we'll have to check it again anyway."
"H-Haha..."
"My cock thrusting into Sir Withbel's pussy."
"H-Hah..."
The princess's hand began kneading my lower belly blatantly.
"And one more thing."
"H-One more...?"
"You didn't tell me that receiving semen in your womb weakens the curse on you."
"How did you...?"
"I read the research materials over there."
The princess pointed to my desk.
Piles of notes on the curse sat atop it.
Right, the ones she'd been reading when I woke up.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
The princess prodded my lower belly with her fist, urging me on.
The pressure was light, like a massage.
Yet each tap sent pleasant echoes rippling through my womb.
"I-It... hng... wasn't confirmed..."
"Then we'll just have to verify it."
"Pardon...?"
"We need to check the curse's progress anyway."
The princess laid me down on the sofa.
Clink.
She stood, unbuckling her belt.
She undid the belt and unzipped her pants.
The moment the gap opened in her pants, the serpent trapped inside burst forth with ferocious momentum.
"Suck it first."
The princess grabbed her cock and brought it to my face.
A thick, musky male scent wafted richly from the tip.
She'd been sweating all day without showering yet, so the smell was pungent and nauseating.
And yet...
...Gulp♡
I swallowed without thinking.