Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Became a Mom. (9)
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The soup that had filled the bowl to the brim vanished in an instant.
It disappeared so cleanly that I averted my gaze from the spotless white bottom of the bowl.
Th-that just means I was that hungry, right?!
Embarrassment flared up at the sight of the Saintess smirking with a soft chuckle.
"I'm glad it seems like you're feeling a bit better."
"Better? I wasn't feeling worse to begin with."
I tried to put up a front and grumbled curtly, but it didn't land at all.
Was it hunger that had led to all those negative thoughts?
My throat, which had been vomiting up stomach acid nonstop, stung every time I swallowed food, but this body apparently craved satisfying its hunger more than avoiding pain.
"Now, let me take a look. I'll check how you're doing."
"...Isn't that guy right there?"
I turned my head away from her hand slyly reaching toward my lower abdomen and glanced at the dwarf.
He was staring at the baby cradled in his arms, drooling like honey—his expression was seriously grating on me.
It's my baby, born from my belly, so why is that guy still holding it? I've finished eating, so hand it back!
I glared at him with all that intent, but nothing changed—the baby stayed firmly in his arms.
"Checking your condition comes first. You can catch some sleep while we're at it."
"No thanks. And can't you check my condition while holding the baby?"
Even snapping at him did nothing.
Whether it was because my body was weak or it had always been this way, I couldn't even twitch a finger against the Saintess forcibly laying me down.
Wh-what kind of Saintess has this much strength?!
My head hit the pillow in a flash, and her stern face came into view.
"Mr. Gordol, could you step out for a bit?"
"Sure, I'll do that."
"No, wait— EEP?!"
I tried to grab him, but a poke to my side made me jolt in surprise.
D-don't poke me out of nowhere! I'm already in enough pain as it is...
Just sitting up had required superhuman endurance, and now with her prodding here and there, each jab felt like it pierced straight to the bone.
Hero, you bastard—drop dead. For real.
"...What a mess."
She uncovered the cloth over my lower half, revealing my abdomen bruised purple, red, and black.
This should hurt like hell by all rights, but maybe all the nerve cells were dead—either way, I didn't feel much pain.
Still, it's grotesquely messed up.
I prodded the burst blood vessels staining it red, feeling the bulging welts press back against my fingertips.
How the hell does sex even lead to something this horrific? It was starting to feel less frightening and more awe-inspiring.
Maybe the Holy Sword that killed me wasn't the Holy Sword after all...
Nodding inwardly at the plausible thought, I slowly ran my hand over my lower abdomen.
"......At this rate, your uterus might be ruined."
Her words made me freeze.
Ruined what now?
I blinked blankly, chewing over what she'd said.
Uterus. The place where women carry babies.
If that was ruined, I couldn't carry any more—which meant I couldn't give birth for every one I'd killed.
...So I'd just get violated endlessly until I died?
I swallowed hard at the sight of tiny blood clots floating amid the Hero's sticky semen oozing out.
"Isn't there... some way to fix it?"
The difference between birthing a million and returning to my original world versus being ravaged until death was like night and day.
Even if it seemed impossible, something I could eventually achieve versus a path completely blocked off.
...Pathetic.
My own voice sounded so pitiful even to me.
"We could heal it with holy power, but in your current wrecked state, I'm hesitant to use it..."
"...I see."
No matter how human-like they looked, demons were still demons.
Like it or not, holy power affected us.
Last time my arm broke, getting healed by holy power had made my nose gush blood nonstop.
...So what do I do?
"There is one way."
"Tell me."
"If we borrow the Goddess's power—"
"Rejected! Hard pass."
Borrow whose power? The Goddess? Rely on that trash's power?
The Hero and the Goddess.
Both were scum that made my face twist just thinking about them, but if I had to pick the more repulsive one, the Goddess won hands down.
The Hero at least had a tragic backstory, but that crazy bitch was just... ugh, never mind.
Hmm, actually, thinking about it now, the Hero might be the bigger trash.
"But if we don't use that method, it might become irreversible!"
"Can't we wait until my body's a bit better and then heal it with holy power...?"
"If the wounds heal in their current mangled state, even holy power won't restore it to normal."
Holy power isn't omnipotent.
Especially healing with it.
I fidgeted my fingers and let out heavy sighs as she explained.
Is that really the only way? Borrow power from that trash Goddess?
"...Fine. If that's the only option, no choice."
"Good choice. She's the Goddess of mercy and fertility, after all. Even for the Demon King, she'll surely help."
Because you're a mother to one child now.
Her face held a fragment of firm resolve as she said it.
The determination to heal me and make me bear children no matter what.
'...Wait, is this actually a good thing?'
Make me bear children for sure? Doesn't that phrasing sound off?
I shot her a dubious look, but her expression didn't change.
Just recently she'd seemed like a total perv, but now she was acting like a proper Saintess, earnestly worried for me—it was almost surreal.
I shifted my legs slightly, annoyed by the sticky red fluids staining my thighs, and a sharp sting shot through my crotch.
"Then, let's begin the ritual."
"? Ritual? What ritual?"
"The ritual to let the Goddess descend into my body."
What?
I blinked stupidly at the sudden bombshell.
She'd just said borrow the Goddess's power—not possess her body to do it?
My heart sank at the absurd turn of events.
That bitch would surely wreck my body again!
The pain of the holy power rampaging inside me flashed vividly in my mind, making my shoulders tremble reflexively.
"Don't do it."
"..."
"I don't know what that Goddess will do to me this time. So—"
No way in hell. Meet that trash Goddess again? No chance I'd accept that.
I hurriedly reached out to grab the Saintess's arm.
Or tried to—her odd gaze stopped me cold.
"Too late~"
"...Urk."
"Normally you'd have stopped me easily, but thanks to my cute Saintess cutting the prayer short earlier, I could come out a little sooner."
I swallowed a groan at the atmosphere flipping in an instant.
The Goddess of violation and gang rape.
The vile goddess, nicknamed that by players in disgust, had descended once more into this world through the Saintess's body.
"Long time no see. Or... not that long? Well, you've birthed one kid, so call it about a year!"
"..."
"Oh? Why the face? You look like you're staring at roadside vomit..."
Your mug's even more disgusting, you bitch...
I chewed back the reflexive retort and dry-swallowed.
Was she about to pull some holy power bullshit again? Or something even weirder?
Imagining the ordeals ahead filled me with instinctive dread, my jaw chattering.
When the Goddess, in the Saintess's body, placed her hand on my lower abdomen, I nearly passed out.
Ugh, here it comes. Something huge is com—
"...Huh?"
"Relax, I'm not gonna eat you. See? Your uterus is fully revived now, so go have lots of fun sex with the Hero and pop 'em out!"
The faint lingering pain vanished like it'd been washed away.
Poking it with a finger, it sank in softly and bounced back smooth—the ugly bruises seemed all healed too.
Why?
I stared at her in confusion, and the Goddess chuckled, placing a hand on my forehead.
"The punishment I'm giving you is 'give birth for every one you killed.' It wouldn't be fun if you couldn't already, right?"
"..."
Her chilling voice seeped into my ear.
Yeah, this trash Goddess was always like this.
I felt like an idiot for nearly falling for her momentary kindness.
"...One question."
"Ask away."
"If I birth all a million, you'll really send me back to my original world?"
Her lips curved into a smile at my question.
Was the promise all a lie after all?
I watched, gulping dryly, until those smiling lips parted with a short reply.
"Of course."