Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Became a Mom. (6)
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The very first breast milk that comes after a woman becomes a mother.
It boosts the baby's immunity, so you absolutely have to feed it—blah blah blah.
"With that in mind, let's give it a try!"
"...Try what?"
"The breast."
The awkward smile frozen on my lips stiffens completely.
What am I supposed to do? Breastfeed? Seriously?
Does this mean these massive tits on my upper body have turned into a baby-milk dispenser?
Still dazed in shock, I hung my head, and the Saintess kept urging me on.
"Come on already!"
"A-alright, alright. Just... stop pushing me..."
I need time to mentally prepare...
Even though I'd already been stripped bare and violated by the Hero in every way possible, the idea of letting a baby latch onto my breast stirred up a whole new kind of embarrassment.
Not shame, but pure embarrassment.
A baby sucking on my tit?
...Oh god.
"Mr. Gordol, could you look away for a bit? The Demon King—no, Ms. Demon King... is embarrassed!"
"...Yeah. Or maybe I should just step outside."
The dwarf shot one last lingering glance full of reluctance at the baby, but that wasn't my concern right now.
The important thing was getting the baby to latch.
I slipped off the veil draped over my body, revealing my snow-white skin and those huge breasts that jiggled softly as they came into view.
...Were they even bigger now? Nah, probably just my imagination.
I pressed down on one breast with my finger—squish—it sank in easily, then bounced back with elastic force.
The novelty of it had me poking and prodding a few more times, when the Saintess shot me a strange look from the side.
"Even after giving birth, your nipples are so pretty."
"...Koff?! Koff, koffkoffkoffkoff?!? W-what the hell are you saying all of a sudden?!"
"They'd usually turn brown by now..."
Is this really the Saintess?
Her sudden nipple compliment caught me so off guard I choked and hacked up a storm.
Whether it was oblivious sexual harassment or whatever, she was blurting out lines that would shock anyone else, completely unfiltered.
No, wait—hadn't she held back in front of the others?
"Anyway, let's try feeding the baby!"
"...I'll handle it, so don't get too excited..."
I gently pulled the baby closer in my arms and brought it toward my nipple. It shook its head a little at first, then its tiny lips brushed against it.
Whoa, whoa... this feels weird.
The sensation of the baby's little tongue gliding over the perfectly swollen nub—what was it like?
...Ticklish.
It was this vague, fluttering feeling, like a light stroke or a tease. My face stiffened, and the Saintess, who'd been watching intently, teased me with a grin.
"Hmm, doesn't look like the baby's sucking yet..."
"Don't shove it in too hard. Pat its back gently and bring it closer slowly."
Following her advice, I lightly patted the baby's tiny back. Maybe it felt good, or maybe not, but its mouth opened wide in a perfect O.
'Now's the time to latch?'
Even though it was right in front of my face, the baby was still too young to hold its own head up, so I'd have to guide it myself.
O-okay... like this?
One hand supporting the baby's weight, the other cradling the underside of my breast.
It was so huge it wouldn't fit in one hand, jiggling and slipping free no matter what, but I finally managed to get it to the baby's mouth.
"How's it feel?"
"Eh, not much—eep?!"
The munching on my nipple was a bit ticklish, but nothing major.
At least, not until the baby actually started sucking.
"E-easy there. That hurts me, you know."
It hurt. No exaggeration—it really hurt.
There was a reason "breastfeeding strength" was no joke. This tiny thing sucked with a force I couldn't believe came from such a little body.
Something felt like it was being pulled out through my breast—maybe, maybe not...
My heart skipped at the realization that actual milk might really be coming out of these tits, but with the baby in my arms, I froze in place.
"You really look like a mom from here."
"If not a mom, then what do you think—"
"Huh?"
"N-no, nothing! Th-that was a slip-up, a total slip-up!"
I panicked at the unconscious retort that had blurted out and yelled in correction.
I'm not a mom! I'm not your mom! This body's got your filthy rapist spawn inside!
To calm my boiling guts, I stared holes into the baby's face.
The Saintess's giggling grated on my ears, but thankfully not enough to lose it.
"You look so happy."
I tried to ignore her smirking words and focus on the baby.
"Yeah, she does."
"?!?!"
The voice in my ear made me jolt upright. The Hero was glaring at me with a twisted scowl.
When the hell did this bastard sneak in?
His demonic mug looked more demon than any demon—would that be a lie?
His murderous aura screamed he wanted to rip me apart right then and there. My shoulders shrank instinctively.
"Happy? You dare to be happy?"
"N-no... it's not, I mean, uh, no, it's—"
His voice dripped with venom; words failed me.
Crazy bastard. Psycho. What the hell's his problem, showing up out of nowhere?
The dwarf's threats were nothing compared to this intense killing intent crushing down on me.
That intangible weight forced my head down. Staring at the Hero's crotch, I bit my lip.
"I didn't rape you to make you happy. I did it to make you miserable."
"I-I know, I know."
"Enjoying childbirth? Feeling happy? No, you shouldn't. Absolutely not."
"Ugh?!"
To you, birth should symbolize pain and despair.
His murmuring voice pierced my ear as his hand shot out, yanking my hair viciously.
The sudden shift made the baby stop sucking and wail.
The baby's crying. The baby's crying, you fucking monster.
I shot a sharp glare at the Hero forcing my head back to face him, but it was just a stupid move to provoke him more.
"Hero, calm down. The Demon King's only just given birth—"
"She has to birth as many as she's killed. Where's the time for rest?"
Psycho.
He didn't care that I'd already bared it all once before—not even with the Saintess here.
She desperately grabbed his arm to stop him, but her strength could only cling futilely.
'Please, just stop. Get out.'
I shot her a pleading look. Our eyes met; hers trembled, then squeezed shut.
Sorry, sorry.
She kept apologizing as she fled through the door. I stared blankly at her back, then met the Hero's blazing glare.
Pupils brimming with rage.
And a cock swollen to match that fury.
'Take the baby and go, you useless bitch...'
I clutched the still-crying baby tight and inched my body back.
Shh, don't cry. It's okay, don't cry. If that lunatic notices you, you could be in danger too. Please, please stop crying.
I wanted to cover the baby's mouth, but my body was rigid with fear—I could barely twitch a finger.
"That precious to you?"
His gaze shifted to the baby because of my actions.
Chills erupted over my skin as I dumbly looked up at his face.
No way, right?
Seeing his blackened emotions target the little blood clot filled me with deep dread.
'This guy's completely lost it.'
He'd kill even a baby without mercy if it didn't please him.
My heart hammered in terror, screaming from my throat.
I could take it, but not the baby.
I mocked myself for turning all motherly already, but right now, I just wanted to protect it—no other reason.
"Hero."
I called out to him in a pathetically trembling voice.
If I'd pretended not to care about the baby, he might not have fixated on it like this.
Then I could've suffered alone, and even he'd lose interest in the kid I birthed.
'God, I hate this. I fucking hate this rapist bastard...'
I had to divert his attention, no matter what.
With the baby in one arm, I spread my legs and swept aside the cloth covering my crotch.
My face burned at exposing myself so suddenly, but if I didn't, the backlash might hit the baby too.
'Hurry up and call me a whore and fuck me already, you piece of shit...'
During sex, the Hero was a blind beast who only thrust. This was the surest way.
Even if it was the one thing I hated, despised, and feared most—being raped by the Hero again.