Silver-Haired Girlfriend Master's Sensitivity Explodes from Nightly Role-Reversal Sex, But Mom's Surprise Visit Throws Everything into Chaos
Morning light filtered in. As Sylvia clung to me while we walked, the witches shot us sidelong glances. In just one week, she'd skyrocketed to stardom at the magic academy. Stories about her attending lectures with that bulging belly wrapped tight had spread to every witch, making it a hot topic that showed no signs of cooling.
"Isn't that Cadet Armani over there?"
"...Yeah. Sylvia's belly... it's gotten so big."
"Incredible! Look at that little body with a belly like that."
To these witches lost in their lewd fantasies, Sylvia's swollen tummy was like a spell that stole their gazes. No matter what they were chatting about, the topic inevitably shifted to Sylvia. Even those who hadn't seen her themselves buzzed about it after hearing from eyewitnesses. During breaks, the chatter filtering through walls and doors constantly tickled my ears.
"Did you hear!? Cadet Armani's already pregnant with her slave's baby!!"
"You're late to the news."
"I saw it myself! She's definitely the only pregnant cadet among all the witches at the academy right now. Isn't that crazy fast?"
"Most of them aren't even pregnant—they're still virgins. Guess she's not just a genius at studying."
"How'd she even have sex with her slave already? I know a bit about Sylvia. She's young too—skipped grades and all. Maybe she's a genius at naughty stuff?"
"Ugh, I wanna at least suck my slave's dick. Think she'd give me some tips if I asked?"
"Better not. You don't even know her. It'll look like you're prying too obviously. Her family's a big deal."
Sylvia endured the gurgling torment in her belly without a hint of discomfort, strutting around with her nose held high. Sure, she was playing the haughty princess nestled in my arms, but still. Yesterday was the last punishment sex. Her days of waddling around with that anal plug would end tonight during her pre-bedtime bath. Master's womb gets to feast after so long.
When I asked if we shouldn't correct the rumor that she wasn't actually pregnant, she looked at me like I was the one who didn't get it. "Why bother? A girl's belly swelling from seeding, implantation, pregnancy, and birth is strictly personal business. If it's not pregnancy, so what? Why explain myself?"
"People might talk behind your back. Like you're faking it."
"Puhahat! Bitches mistaking it for pregnancy and gossiping darkly over something so trivial?"
"It could happen, though."
"You'd only hear about girls like that in old fairy tales. My slave worries about the weirdest things."
"Yeah...?"
Her pretty face kept making me forget. The women here had mindsets way different from Earth's.
"Besides, turning into a slave-exclusive cum toilet and getting pumped full of semen is way superior to pregnancy. No way they'd gossip about faking pregnancy. It's embarrassing for them that their imaginations suck."
"Oh...?"
...What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"I'm proudly showing off my belly bloated with my slave's cum, and they can't even tell? Kinda pisses me off. Right? Hng♡ My slave doesn't get it again~?"
She grabbed my silent hand, rubbing it against her cheek while adding more details. Noble girls getting pregnant with their slave's kid was brag-worthy, sure... but for nobles, it was just an inevitable milestone—nothing special compared to her current "superior" state.
She hastily added that of course she dreamed of getting pregnant by me too, and it wasn't "no big deal" here. Why glance at me like that? So lovably.
Anyway, back to the point. Being pinned under her slave's body, unable even to squirm, turned into a cum dump with a semen-swollen belly—that was way more worth bragging about than vaginal creampie pregnancy. As a noble, achieving this high-level lewdness was something to boast about... But our master was annoyed that people saw her current situation differently.
'It's not pregnancy—it's a cum belly! This is from stuffing my ass full of semen!'
She couldn't exactly show off the filthy anal plug to those girls, which was a shame...
'Do I really need to show and tell...?' I kept that thought to myself. Master was an outsider, after all. Starting conversations might be tough for her.
Still, I could grasp that Sylvia had achieved something worth her haughtiness. Filtering it through my modern Earth brain, it was like a guy in a sausage fest shrugging smugly about his epic sexual conquests. Of course, bragging about such extreme pervy sex there might get you canceled.
But unlike Earth, this world was full of maso-masters whose default was naughty play, so perfect equivalence was impossible. I'd just have to settle for roughly understanding why she was strutting.
For seven nights straight, Sylvia had faithfully become my cum toilet every evening, dishing out "punishment." She was in constant heat. With that lewd body stuffed full of cum, who wouldn't be? She came even easier than usual, like there were more stairs to climb, heading for higher stages.
Her body would only get lewder from here. SSS-rank munchkin beauty girlfriend master whose sensitivity grows infinitely from nightly slave play. Total jackpot.
"Hnggh... Hnng♡"
Sylvia, demurely seated in the lecture hall, finally let out a moan she couldn't hold back as the anal plug pressed against the chair. Thump! I swiftly clamped her mouth with the rough grip she loved and whispered, "You okay?"
She licked my palm. As I slowly pulled away, she flashed melting eyes in a crescent moon smile.
"Heh... Y-yeah, I'm... f-fine♡"
Her twisted expression looked pained. But her pupils seemed to form heart shapes—an optical illusion. She loves it so much.
I'd thought it before, but it felt like she was the one getting punished, not me. She seemed to enjoy it immensely, so I respected that. Above all, I was having fun too.
Today's lecture was another round of toying with Master's pussy for a handjob reward. After lunch, we headed back to the room for more fun, but Sylvia suddenly jolted at something, fidgeting restlessly.
"B-big trouble."
"What's up all of a sudden?"
What could shock her?
My question was answered immediately. "Mom's coming!"
Pffft—!Cough! Cough cough! Not all of a sudden like this...
"Mom... as in... your mother...?"
"Who else!? Oh no, what do we do!?"
"How'd you find out so suddenly?"
"Ah! Just got a message on this magic tool. That's how."
She shoved an expensive-looking magical orb right in my face. A gold-rimmed sphere, perfect for gripping, glowed with intricate patterns inside.
"This pattern means Mom's on her way to meet me right now. Distance limit, so if her personal ride triggered it, she's basically here!"
Why today of all days? Tomorrow would've been perfect! I asked about the remaining time. "Basically here—how close exactly?"
"Hmm... Can't say precisely. No feature for that. Depends on her speed... Maybe an hour at most? If she messaged right before arriving, she could pop in any second..."
I panicked at the thought of finally meeting—greeting?—Sylvia's mother.
"Why's she visiting so suddenly? Ah! That curse thing!?"
The curse Sylvia suffered. Even if resolved, a parent might want to check in person after some time.
As we flustered about preparing a welcome, the reason was obvious. 'Fuck, what do we do about this bulging belly?'
But a odd thought hit me. I was panicking from my Earthling mindset, but why was Sylvia freaking out? Nobles here were conservative about lifelong fidelity to one slave, but open about sex, right?
No time for that chat. We had to drain the cum from her belly fast, but she hesitated.
"Hurry up and handle it! Magic might be best. Wanna pull the plug yourself? Or should I?"
"...We got like 30 minutes, right? Better go to the bathroom..."
"Master..."
"But! It's the last one. We stuffed so much in..."
"I know, but emergency. Gotta let it go."
"20 minutes... 10 if we're quick..."
Regretting wasting a cum-dump orgasm, she dragged her feet—fatally so.
Knock knock. The door rapped, freezing us both.
"I-it's Mom!"
"What!? Could be someone else."
"Has anyone ever visited my room before!? That's Mom's knock!"
No time to grieve. "Let's drain the cum now...!" Gotta empty that belly.
"Too late! She's registered—door'll open for her! She's basically here!"
I whispered desperately, clinging to hope. Room was soundproofed, but my voice dropped anyway. "She's knocking...! Play dead and use the gap...!"
"Mom's a tough cookie! She won't wait—she'll just barge in..."
What did "tough cookie" have to do with it!? Some door-kicking thug dude? We're screwed! Gotta greet her like this? What face do I even make?
She snatched my hand. "Sylvia..."
"Just stay quiet by my side."
Her eyes stared resolutely at the door. Sweat beaded on her forehead.