Chapter 121
Translator: uly
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Microwave (10)
Suddenly, I recalled the time Liv had come to the canteen, saying she wanted to work there, and how I'd teased her.
She'd waved her hands, insisting she didn't need things like condoms, only to turn pale as a ghost when she realized what she'd said.
Who could've predicted that the me from back then would now be facing her in a hotel room late at night, without any birth control?
You never knew what life had in store.
Just as Adella, who used to steal bread, now bore the esteemed name of Roshiar, Liv had changed a lot since then too.
Even just looking at her appearance, she'd become far more beautiful in the past half year.
Her flowing black hair hairstyle hadn't changed, but perhaps due to inheriting the innate magic path of the Illusion Duke, a faint purple hue shimmered in her irises and strands of hair.
Her magic skills went without saying.
Manipulating a clone identical to herself was at least 5th rank high-level magic.
And it wasn't some homunculus or doppelganger made through alchemy—it was a perfect being with its own personality.
If she fully utilized the magic books from the empire's secret archives, she'd soon surpass even the academy's professors.
That was the level of her innate talent for magic.
The one thing that hadn't changed was that she was still quiet and not entirely honest.
Though she'd overcome that somewhat with the magic she'd mentioned earlier.
"Whoa~ So this is the room the boss stayed in for a week? It's amazing!"
But did Lev really need to follow her all the way into the room?
It felt awkward, like an uninvited guest had crashed the perfect mood for two.
"Don't mind me. I'm just here to help Liv."
"Help her?"
"Yeah. I'm her inner thoughts, after all. I'll just give advice from the sidelines. Oh, do you want to hug me, by any chance?"
"No, I...!"
"No, he doesn't."
I answered firmly before Liv could stop her.
It wasn't that I didn't want to hug her along with the other three women I'd held before and enjoy ourselves all together—there was a clear reason.
"Lev Baroness doesn't have this feel."
"Eek!? B-Boss...!"
The moment I touched her soft belly, Liv's legs gave out immediately.
As she'd said when she first created the clone, Lev's existence was more like a phantasm than flesh and blood.
It couldn't replicate the soft, tender, addictive sensation of the real thing.
Time to admit it honestly.
I liked Liv Baroness's belly.
"The boss really is a pervert."
"You really think so?"
"Yes..."
Seeing both of them nod at the same time, they seemed to genuinely believe it.
It hurt my feelings.
Half of it was because she enjoyed it first, though.
"The baroness likes having her belly rubbed too."
"Eek, no she doesn't...!"
"She does, actually."
"Ah, no! Stop it, you!"
Liv yelled at her own clone, embarrassed that her inner thoughts were being exposed, but Lev showed no intention of stopping.
She slipped between us and placed my hand on Liv's belly, gradually applying pressure.
"'She' is weak here. It's not just pressing—gently place your hand like this, and her lower belly warms up, making her legs go weak on their own."
"I've always wondered—why is that?"
"Who knows? Maybe because it feels reassuring when the boss holds her? Try hugging her from behind."
I sat Liv on my lap and wrapped my arms around her belly as instructed.
She flushed red, not knowing what to do.
"Yes, like that. Rub gently, and only apply a bit of pressure when she tries to squirm away. Kiss her too, and then her legs start trembling little by little? That's the reaction when it feels good."
"Hah, ah, nooo..."
When I turned her head and kissed her, Liv's body jerked.
I didn't miss the chance, slipping my hand under her top to touch her bare skin.
It felt like caressing a dune of fine sand—so soft.
And her reaction intensified even more.
Even when I stroked her hips over her underwear or fondled her breasts, her belly tensed noticeably every time my hand brushed her navel.
"B-Boss... gently, please..."
"If you keep getting all worked up like this, press harder to soothe her."
"Hngh...!"
With her inner thoughts and body fully exposed, she had no choice but to let me press down on her lower belly.
When she felt my growing hardness swelling against her butt, the nape of her neck flushed visibly.
The moment I thought about leaving a hickey on her slender neck, Liv turned around.
"Say you love me..."
"S-Stop...!"
She cut off what Lev was about to say and looked straight at me with eyes filled with pleasure.
"I'll... say it myself."
"..."
"Say you love me."
"I love you."
My immediate response brought a pouty smile to her lips.
"That's enough."
And then we began peeling off each other's clothes, layer by layer.
This was the second time she'd shown her naked body in front of Louis.
But Liv's mind was entirely focused on her clone, vividly relaying her inner thoughts to him, leaving her embarrassed for a different reason.
As the large cock she'd been panting over moments ago came into full view, she clamped her mouth shut.
But Liv's silence was meaningless here.
"She wants to touch it!"
"Eek...!"
That naughty thing finally did it!
In truth, she'd been curious for a while—
"She's wondering what kind of structure it has to torment her womb so relentlessly."
"Do... whatever you want."
In the end, Liv half-resigned herself.
What could she do?
Lev not disappearing, and her not simply canceling the magic to send her away despite being able to, all meant the same thing.
She wanted to be honest with Louis.
Just like Adella selling ice cream at the canteen, she wanted to stick by his side, act cute, and receive his love.
That desire had created this honest version of herself.
Of course, it was also to improve her magic research efficiency.
"Eek, this... it's too big..."
She murmured as her small hand slowly traced the veins along the glans.
Even at a glance, it reached far past her lower belly— at least 3 centimeters beyond the spot she usually pressed from the outside.
No wonder her most sensitive erogenous zone offered no resistance and kept flooding her with pleasure chemicals.
"Ah, ah, this bulging part is dangerous too... and the thick fluids, this..."
As precum began oozing from the tip of the glans bit by bit, Liv swallowed hard, her throat parched.
Today was a safe day.
No condom either.
She knew full well that countless sperm were swimming inside it.
And even deeper within, an unimaginable amount compared to that.
"I can't make it smaller."
"I-I know...!"
"Want to come over and try easing it in slowly? I'll support your hips."
"Eek, d-don't just press however you want... okay?"
Louis nodded, so she slowly raised her knees, facing him in a lotus position as their bodies merged.
From the moment her lower belly was mercilessly pressed, her lower mouth had been leaking lewd fluids, and now it slowly engulfed the glans she'd just examined.
The structure designed to plant pleasure in a woman, to make her bear children.
Feeling it with every cell in her body, Liv trembled violently.
"Ah, uh, hngh...!"
As the cock filled her insides bit by bit, it hit a snag with a squish! and she felt a familiar sensation.
The stifling pressure.
And at its end, the blooming sweet pleasure and an overwhelming sense of security that melted her body.
Liv wrapped her arms around Louis's shoulders and buried her face against her own changing body, whimpering.
Really, this was really—
"Even 'I' think it's a slutty body."
"Ahng...!"
Death sentence whispered in her ear.
And her final attempt to resist was sealed by herself.
"No one taught you, yet you were born with such slutty erogenous zones. Like you desperately want the boss's love more than anything."
"Yeah..."
"This is barely holding back too. See how tense your thighs are? It'll give way as soon as you move a little."
The boss was kind.
Gentle and cool.
Squish, squish, squish—
But sometimes so very mischievous.
Moving his hips like this, slyly placing a hand on the hips she'd told him not to grab.
"Feels good?"
"Ah, ahng, hngh, uung...!"
Thrusting against her cervix, as if he'd ram it all in if she didn't answer properly.
She could only glare at him with teary, resentful eyes while panting.
Even knowing her disheveled, intellectual self excited him more.
"Y-You already know. Hng, ahng, 'I' told you everything... eek, you knew even before I said it...!"
"I still want to hear it from you."
"Ahhng...!"
"Lev only steps in because the baroness won't say it herself."
In the face of Louis's stubborn insistence on hearing her honest feelings directly.
Liv finally raised the white flag.
"Y-Yes... it feels good. Hng, ah, ah, my baby room... getting rubbed by the boss every day, ahng! I love it so much...!!"
"Even now?"
"Yes, feels good...! Hngh, ah, really, I want to monopolize it forever, just for me, hng, it's that good...!"
As she bared her long-hidden true feelings, her gaze shifted to the ring on the hand intertwined with Louis's.
"Today... cum inside... a lot..."
By then, Lev had vanished from the room.
"Uh, whoa, whoaaa..."
Lehel plopped down in front of Louis's tightly shut room door, mumbling incoherently for a long while, unable to regain her senses.
The panting sounds of a woman coming from inside.
Peeking through the door, she'd witnessed acts far beyond her imagination.
"T-The boss... with academy student L-Liv..."
Once her mind recovered from the superhuman sight, Lehel shook her head vigorously, shaking off her naivety.
"Y-Yeah, makes sense. The boss is strong, and h-handsome? Great at gambling, and above all, so cool..."
Surprisingly, Lehel wasn't that shocked that Louis had another woman.
She'd lived an absurdly long time.
She knew most societal norms were like flowers that bloomed for a season and withered, and people's customs were often rejected by the next generation.
She was just surprised that Louis was having sex at all.
Because it was something she'd never even considered for herself.
After mastering her innate magic path, she'd erased all sexual stimulation from her life.
She believed having children in her endlessly repeating life was absolutely wrong.
And peripheral pleasures could be obtained far more intensely without needing lewd acts.
She'd misjudged Louis as being the same.
Gambling.
Chasing that rain-like stimulus in her dry life was how Lehel had survived until now.
But the new side of Louis she'd witnessed brought a twinge of unease.
"Even with joint ownership, building a family is important... right? Yeah. Co-parenting! Co-parenting is necessary too...!"
She slipped her hand under her robe, prodding her waist and hips here and there.
Her eyes still glued to Liv and Louis.
A different emotion was blooming between them than the worries and concerns Louis had sent from the Peck Tower and Sandalphonia.
To the few possessions she already owned, she wanted to add one more.
"I want that too..."
That love.
Moments later, Lehel picked up her basket and headed back to the tavern.
To ask advice from the friends she'd part with tomorrow.