Chapter 37

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 37

Chapter Title: My Son is Too Strong - 1

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I learned how to use the succubus spirit during my morning shower.

I gather the semen I've extracted and absorbed from men, shaping it into an orb.

The orb floating above my palm flickered with a blue glow, like a restless soul.

"Hmm."

Using the orb restores lost energy.

The spirit seems to be formed by drawing out the energy accumulated in my body.

So, extracting it leaves me utterly exhausted, but absorbing it brings me back to square one.

There's no point in using it on myself—it's like a cow chewing its cud—so it seems best suited for helping others.

More specifically, it looks ideal for strengthening my familiars.

From last night's intense sleep sex, two spirits had fully formed inside me.

They're trump cards I need to use judiciously.

But rather than hoarding them for emergencies, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠decided to experiment directly on Vir while I had the spare one.

"Vir!"

I opened a portal and called for Vir.

"Mama!"

Vir came bounding out immediately.

"Hold still."

I transmitted my intent telepathically and got his consent.

We exchanged a wealth of information in a fleeting moment of rapport, barely a second long.

I drew the spirit out into my palm.

I'd described it as yanking it out by the hair, but in reality, it was profoundly mystical.

"Wow. It's beautiful."

Trisha let out a gasp of admiration.

A pure mass of energy radiating a crystalline blue light.

For some reason, it felt like hurling it at something could deal damage.

The crystallized essence of men's filthy lust, absorbed through every inch of my body, turning out this beautiful. Ironic.

"Vir. Ready?"

"Virut!"

I tossed the spirit into Vir's body.

Changes rippled through Vir's body.

His appearance was the same, but I instinctively knew something had shifted.

Appraisal.

All stats +5.

It seems he gains a massive temporary power boost.

He's essentially class-changed into a buffer and tamer hybrid?

But the effects didn't stop there.

Through Vir's telepathy, I learned exactly what had changed.

'I've leveled up?'

That Vir could even see his own status was surprising enough, but

the level gained after absorbing the spirit didn't drop even after time passed.

A crucial fact.

Through sex, I can bestow permanent benefits on children yet to be born,

and by wringing semen from men, I hold the power to nurture them.

"Virrr!"

I could feel Vir's mind overflowing with gratitude toward me.

Familiars seem to feel immense joy upon receiving a spirit.

Of course a child craves their parents' love.

I believe newborns need unconditional love above all.

But that love taking such a depraved form...

Am I destined to become a mother who proves her love through sex, stockpiling energy to shower on her kids?

Is this one of the three fates laid upon me?

'Legendary Whore'...

If I resolve to cast aside shame, it might be the most suitable way to raise children.

The Lady "Lewd Empress"'s proposal had cut right to the heart of my dilemma, as if she'd foreseen it.

"Mama...?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm not mad."

I stroked Vir's head to reassure him.

One spirit left.

I need to save this one.

The fatigue from back-to-back sex would hit all at once.

"Let's go."

We left the inn.

The imperial soldiers were busy repairing barricades during work hours.

"Valiant! We're heading out. We'll ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bring good news!"

As Trisha waved and called out, they all turned at the sound of her voice.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

I gave a light wave, and the soldiers flailed their arms wildly in response.

"Don't get hurt!"

"If you're caught, I'll come rescue you, Si-hyeon!"

When did they learn my name?

Though with this face, it'd be weirder if I wasn't famous by now.

I've gotten pretty used to this body already—someone passing by gropes my tits, and I don't even flinch.

....

....This is NOT something I should get used to!

I shook off the lewd thoughts with a vigorous head shake and headed out of the village with Trisha and Kain.

Our formation was as planned: Trisha up front with the map, navigating.

Kain as pack mule.

Me enjoying the scenery, slacking off... no, scouting the surroundings!

Perfect role division.

Most of the luggage was dumped on Kain, so I felt light on my feet.

No guilt whatsoever.

Queen bee meta rocks♥

"Ugh."

"Tired already? Want help carrying?"

"N-No, I'm fine."

"Why not? I'll carry it with these slender arms."

"It's okay."

I teased Kain from beside him.

Kain flushed red—not from exertion—and hunched over to hide his bulging crotch.

Pfft. Gets horny over the dumbest things.

I walked on, secretly enjoying knowing Kain was staring holes into my ass.

"Ah. Found it."

An hour into scouting, Trisha spotted goblin footprints.

We'd plotted a few routes from the inn map and picked by gut—and nailed it first try.

Luck's on our side?

"Trisha. Anything else?"

"These tracks are fresh. Looks like about ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠twenty goblins nearby."

"Twenty... that's a lot."

"Yeah. Going in with our numbers would be suicide. If we didn't have Vir, that is."

"I can summon Vir anytime."

"Our safety's all on Vir."

"Normally, spotting tracks like this means adventurers hightail it."

"Even weak foes can surround you, poke holes everywhere, and bleed you out."

Kain's expression darkened.

"...My legs ache."

That incident scarred not just Yupinel, but Kain too.

His sudden brutality during sex despite his usual kindness? Probably my fault.

...Not that I, the one getting one-sidedly creampied, have room to worry.

It'd be a lie to say I didn't feel bad for him.

If I hadn't borne Vir, maybe I'd be dreaming of a stable life with part-time work by now.

"Shall we keep going?"

Trisha said.

"We have to. The prince's mission is to hunt down and eliminate enemy guerrillas."

"You plan to nail it perfectly, huh?"

"Obviously."

Empress route activated—this is the correct path.

I trusted Vir's combat prowess more than my own.

That was the source of my courage.

Queen bee meta: slaughter the enemy.

Reap all the benefits! How great is that?

"We've got the drop on them, so let's go. Right, Kain?"

"I'll ensure no innocent casualties..."

"Sure you will, swordsman."

As Trisha stood, brushing off the tracks, an inexplicable unease hit me.

Other prints mixed in?

Appraisal!

"Trisha. Other footprints mixed in."

"Where? You're right."

Trisha examined them and frowned.

"Bigger size. Not goblin. Not human either."

"So what is it? Spit it out."

"Orc footprints."

...Orc.

A bad premonition stirred.

"Not many. But we should stay alert."

"Orcs are way stronger than goblins."

We followed the tracks onward.

They led north into the forest as expected, matching Valiant's intel.

The signs we were on the right path only heightened the tension.

"Kekeke."

Goblin laughter echoed.

A pack moving together appeared just ahead.

I hid with the group and summoned Vir.

Telepathic order: Kill them swiftly and silently!

"Kek!"

Vir plunged solo into the pack and butchered them all.

...Should've spared one?

No.

I followed my instincts.

"Clean 'em out—kill 'em all."

"Virut!"

Kain and Trisha followed wordlessly.

I led with Vir, wiping out small goblin clusters.

"Vir. Kill!"

"Kekeke. You're dead. Mama's orders!"

Telepathy sufficed at first, but soon I was shouting aloud in the heat.

I'm excited.

Head tingling with pleasure.

This feeling of cleanly exterminating filthy bugs!

Watching goblin limbs fly in satisfying arcs felt downright exhilarating.

"Si-hyeon! Watch out!"

Then Kain shoulder-checked a goblin lunging at me and cleaved it down with his sword.

"Keguk!"

"Thanks, Kain."

"Hup! Haa!"

Kain kept hacking at the definitely-dead goblin's head.

He had his own grudge here.

No need to pity goblins.

We all knew that from experience.

"These are all sentries. They had bone-carved whistles on them."

Trisha said.

"Signal devices, huh."

Reverse it—lure 'em with sound and slaughter?

Trisha seemed to think the same.

"Risky, but... shall we?"

"They'll catch on soon enough."

"Let's satisfy their curiosity."

"Good."

Goblin massacre time.

Trisha blew the whistle hard, and every bug in the forest crawled out.

"Vir. Kill 'em all!"

"Two na ra!"

Vir darted through the goblins with agile movements, swinging his blade.

His momentum surged the more foes he faced.

In the wake of the crimson whirlwind rolled neatly severed limbs and ugly goblin heads.

I shared Vir's euphoria telepathically.

The deeper our bond, the more it felt like I was fighting myself.

But since my body was safe, it was an intensely thrilling experience.

"Vir. Good job!"

"Biiirut."

I bent down and squished Vir's nose affectionately.

No goblins will touch this place now, right?

We left the corpses blatantly displayed and pressed on.

"Si-hyeon! Here!"

Soon, we found a well-maintained goblin den.

A place like this in the forest heart...

Cunningly camouflaged huts lined up.

Goblins had lived here, raiding the village periodically for food and rest.

"Keeek!"

Hiders burst out in unison.

But.

Kain and Vir guarded me as if anticipating it, repelling the goblins.

Kain's a skilled swordsman as ever, but now with newfound savagery— a reaper felling goblins in one strike.

"You're doing great, Kain!"

I'm this party's cheerleader!

Should I dress as one?

Anyway, after clearing the den, we searched for anything useful to the empire.

Huts brimmed with goblin living traces.

Jerk-off leaves—not tissues.

Floors sticky with cum.

Pillaged goods defiled by semen...

Stomach churning.

I may love eating fresh cum, but no one's scavenging rotten food when hungry.

These were so stale they were just gross.

Cum freshness plummets from 10-30 seconds—anything spilled long ago is straight trash.

"Ugh..."

"Mama, I help."

Vir proactively rummaged through the junk.

"Let's search together. Pick out anything important-looking."

"Vir!"

99% junk.

Most den items were goblin discards, useless consumables.

Except one blood-written order.