Fully Healed Master Awakens in Fury! "No Way, I Won't Give My Man's Semen!" – Persuading My Seething Owner
I and the sleeping Sylvia emerged from the water a bit longer after hearing Dark Bringer's advice.
Did I go overboard with the groping? Sylvia's naked body still looked flushed like after sex no matter how I stared, but Dark Bringer insisted it was just her restored vitality making it seem that way. Fine, if she says she can tell the difference.
I shook off my lingering unease and laid Sylvia down in the house provided by Balona. Since we'd jumped in fully clothed to get her into the sanctuary's healing waters even a second faster, her clothes needed drying. If Sylvia were awake, she could've dried them in an instant, but with just my incompetent self, I had to rummage through her belongings.
Eh... like I can't do anything. Dagger, cushion, unidentified potion, beaker, lamp, sphere engraved with hose golem, coin pouch, locked box, mat, bento box, desk, chair, bed—fuck, this is heavy!
I gave up searching for a drying tool. Sylvia's belt bag had an absurdly vast internal space stuffed with everything. Instead of risking ruining her clothes by messing around, I just roughly wrung out the water and hung them on a horizontal rod.
Still, I couldn't leave her naked forever. I needed to dress her somehow. This time, I calmly probed inside the belt bag. Hmm... right. Can't mana do something? I strained like I was pushing out a dump, squeezing the tiny speck of mana in my body. Guiding it into the hand inside the bag, images of its contents floated in my mind.
Oh, so that's how it works. I quickly scanned the mental images of Sylvia's items flashing by and found clothes. Luckily, even without drying tools, there were spares. Even several of mine. I pulled out heaps of cute underwear and backup outfits.
Fuck, my brain's so slow—why pull out everything? But I couldn't stop myself... When did she buy these? Never seen them before. Were they always hers?
I lined up the adorable clothes that'd boost her loveliness if she wore them, draped a blanket over her on the bed, and eyed her up visually. In the end, I picked a thin nightgown and dressed her. No underwear—just a semi-transparent negligee that let her insides peek through.
Sylvia cutely clung to my hand even in her sleep whenever it touched her. She pulled my arm between her breasts with her other hand. I poked her addictively soft, squishy cheeks but stopped, worried I'd disturb her sleep, and tried to pull away—only for her to cling tighter.
She's so cute. I stroked her hair, and she finally relaxed. Barely rescuing my left arm from breast captivity, I planted a smooch on her lips—making a mwah sound—on her blissfully grinning sleeping face before stepping back. Only then did her expression settle into true peace as she slept.
With nothing else to do while waiting for her to wake, I ogled her large-cup bra when Balona's voice came from outside.
"Man! Can come in?"
"Shh! What?"
I cracked the door, raising a finger to my lips for silence, and asked her business. Balona looked at me like I'd forgotten.
"Didn't agree to help?"
"No? I said I'd think about it."
Balona's face fell in shock.
"Th-that can't be... No help?"
"Why are you guys in such a rush? I hear it out first, then decide."
"Right? Humans complicated... Just help no good?"
"If it's tough, I refuse. Tell me what you need help with first."
Balona nodded and began explaining. This gray-skinned, winged, naked demona tribe only births females. Once a year, in laying season, they produce eggs. Sprinkle semen on them, and they fertilize...
Fantasy race of egg-laying women only...? Biologically, how...? Nah, what do I know. Don't overthink. Anyway, the fertilization window's ending, and they couldn't find a man. That was the gist.
"......So demona tribe eggs need man's seed by tomorrow. After tomorrow, no. Too late, no baby demonas this year."
Wonder what baby demonas look like? Shaking off the stray thought, I asked one thing.
"You slack off every year and scramble last minute? Stock up on men ahead. Super inefficient."
"Every year take man from Wyvunia tribe. Wyvunias have men and women. Lay eggs like us. Similar. Friends."
"Then why not this year?"
"No more kidnap...? They got mad. Told Ifrit. Demona tribe scolded, territory shrank from volcano center."
These fuckers. Friends, huh.
"That doesn't sound like friends."
"Wyvunias feel close 'cause like demonas. Live near. So always took men from there."
They must've prayed to be hated. What the hell, you nudist tribe bitches.
"But what's kidnapping? Bad word? Just took little. No bad deed."
"Sure... whatever."
I wasn't here to teach them, so I didn't dwell. Demona tribe urgently wanted semen, so I'd provide that much. No idea the quantity, but whatever I could give... But no fucking them, right? I unconsciously curbed my eyes from scanning Balona's naked form. Gray skin, but great figure... Oh, nipples are light-colored. Contrasts nicely with dark skin... Gah! Eyes up!!!
I mentally slapped down the dickhead's tempting inner voice. Sylvia fought to protect me—wake up to me banging them? Hell no. She's lying here because of me. Gotta cherish her. Balona just asked for semen, never sex, but who knows—while I was building walls in my head alone, Sylvia stirred from our voices, sat up rubbing her eyes with her hand.
Cute. Wait, no—send Balona out first, talk later? Sylvia's smart; she'd know they're not enemies now... but something bugs me. Inevitably, fully awake Sylvia sat up topless, faced Balona, and learned their request.
She bowed her head, clenched fists trembling in real-time. Then she screamed.
"AB-SO-LUTE-LY NOT!!!"
Yup... Sylvia unleashed a machine-gun barrage.
"Don't talk bullshit—what gives you the right to demand my slave's stuff like that? Could you give yours? Demona tribe all bitches, huh? That's why targeting my man? Makes me so pissed, guts boiling—how can you say it so casually? Ugh, infuriating—unreal demand from kidnappers! Barbarians!! Monsters!!!"
Yup... Sylvia's super mad. I shut up and waited. Huffing, she gripped the blanket, hands still shaking uncontrollably.
Why so angry...? To understand, I imagined the reverse: me as fantasy isekai male protagonist, her my slave.
—We're all-male demon tribe.
—Lend your woman beside you? Okay?
—Not fucking her pussy. Our weird tribe just needs her pussy juice on our balls.
—Borrow her, squeeze out female juices, return.
"Hell no."
I got it—she couldn't accept that. With her hysterical refusal, Balona panicked, insisting it was urgent, but Sylvia's ruby eyes blazed fury.
Even mad, she's pretty. Mad voice sounds good. Brain urgently chimed.
Right! Admiring her cute rage, I snapped to, patted Balona's shoulder: I'll convince her, so wait outside.
"Ugh...! Trust! Please! Really beg, man."
"Yeah yeah~ go wait."
Click. Alone with Sylvia, I approached her still fuming, scowling face to persuade.
How to convince? Demon tribe not total assholes; helped with Sylvia's life issue that scared me shitless. They're desperate; I can help. Just her emotions won't allow it. I get it swapping places... How to frame it so we part happy?
Actually, they attacked first, so compensating her life debt's fair. But will it fly? They need semen urgently... Fuck, every thought sounds unserious. Anyway, man with semen right here—walk away without giving? Bad end either way.
Assume they don't let go easy:
—Can't go! Give man! Warriors fight again!! Bang bang bang~ Boom!
Honorable tribe, right? Maybe not!? Another scenario... Assume they let go nicely:
—Really...? No man seed...? Sniff... Go careful...... Baby demonas all die unseen...... Today too sad...
Motherfucker. Earlier chat while Sylvia slept: no time to fetch men elsewhere now, and even if, ejaculation volume issue. They instinctively sized up my stallion potential, betting all on me...
If Sylvia stonewalls, they suffer. As I hesitated staring, she twitched eyebrows, averted gaze slightly.
"Slave... Still some disgust lingers, not fully suppressed... But now I know you're my man...?"
I listened calmly; she steadied breath, continued slowly.
"After this... Never heard of witch handing her slave's 'stuff' to others. Even if, my pride as woman won't allow."
Hmm, master's got pride.
"...Yuseong. Refuse. My body's light now—they helped, right? Fine. Don't worry. Repay later..."
"But babies involved..."
"Our babies—!!"
She raised voice, then lowered.
"—Our babies... not, right...?"
Eyes down, peeking my reaction.
"That gross?"
"...Gross."
"You know what kinda man I am now. Just sharing a bit."
"I haven't yet—strange kids get your babies first!!"
Ah, emotional issue. Universal regardless of gender... But semen on eggs make my babies? Doubt it... Still, personal now—Sylvia can't split hairs.
I pondered. Hmm... what to do.
...!? Ah!! How about this?