Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: The Reason Denis Gladly Accepted Unit 2
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I pushed aside the conversation I absolutely didn't want to understand and returned to the inn. With the two of them away, Nine and Lisa were handling the serving in the hall.
Better than I expected.
Lisa had been helping out at the inn since she could barely walk, she said. There might be some exaggeration, but she could manage simple, light tasks.
But Nine was doing far better than Lisa. Isn't that just because she's an adult?
It wasn't that kind of nuance.
She has real experience.
Nine's movements were efficient. She was saving time and energy by following an optimized path.
How was that possible?
"I've spent twenty years just with Dad. How much inn work do you think I've done?"
Lisa was at best upper elementary school age. The age when she started seriously helping Denis was even younger than now.
Any know-how she picked up was limited to that level.
But adults were different. Even five years made a difference—the vibe of experience builds thicker in a woman in her twenties than in her teens.
Nine and the other Unit 1s, including her, had spent even longer at the inn than Lisa. Their know-how was no joke.
It's not even about know-how, though...
Their aura was different.
"What're you doing?"
"I want to help too."
Olivia Unit 2 picked up a plate and carried it. She was diligently clearing the tables on her own.
"I can handle this much."
Her speech was deliberate and clear. Her intentions were firm.
Lisa seemed mature for her age, but in front of Olivia Unit 2, she was still just a kid.
Olivia Unit 2, who had come back from the brink of death. There was a fierce determination in her voice.
The kind of grit that said she'd survive no matter what.
Tsk...
It was a shame. Because Olivia Unit 2's edge wasn't just her personality.
Tina, what the hell...
Tina had neglected her child. Lost in sex with that blond-tanned thug, she hadn't given her baby—who needed parental care the most—anything.
That neglect had manifested as Olivia Unit 2's grit.
That's why it was heartbreaking. Both the child and the adult—it was clear they'd lived broken lives.
That slut who abandoned me met such an end, and it feels damn good. But...
How nice it would be if I could just hate someone unconditionally.
"I'll help."
I lent a hand to Olivia Unit 2 as she carried plates alone. Not doing it all for her—just leaving her what she could manage.
"Thanks, Olivia."
Denis expressed her gratitude from the kitchen. Dishwashing was left for me later.
She does those dishes like a pro.
Dishes or people.
Ding-a-ling—
The inn door opened. I thought it was a customer, but it wasn't.
It was Olivia Unit 1 and Charlotte Unit 1.
"......"
Olivia Unit 2 glanced at the door. Even without seeing anyone, she seemed aware it had opened.
What's the principle behind that?
A side effect of regression? Or some intangible force preventing the future from interfering with the past?
I had no idea.
I took orders, cleaned up moderately. When there was nothing to do, I took it easy.
That's how I spent the morning.
"Father, aren't you tired?"
"......"
A boring afternoon. Charlotte Unit 1 sidled up to me slyly.
I vaguely remembered the conversation I'd had with Olivia Unit 1 that morning. A secret I didn't want to understand.
"Not tired. I'm fine."
I shook my head vigorously, firmly rejecting Charlotte Unit 1's advances.
Charlotte pouted her lips in disappointment and backed off.
She's not a kid anymore.
A grown virgin making that face as she retreated. The world's ending.
"Dyke."
"Yes."
She couldn't stand seeing me lounging around blankly.
As soon as Charlotte went back to her friends, Denis called me. I approached her at the counter.
Denis glanced toward Lisa and Olivia Unit 2, then asked me.
"...Why didn't you come last night?"
"Ah."
Her cautious tone suggested she knew it was a touchy question. It tied into a man's pride.
Denis always worried about me.
"Your condition didn't get worse again, did it?"
"...No, it's not that."
Erectile dysfunction. I just couldn't get it up.
The only way to manage it was by holding back desire. Hoarding semen, basically.
A week of that.
Once a week, my dick would stand. That's when I'd have sex with Denis.
Random timing, but after a week, one shot. I could cum inside Denis's pussy.
But I hadn't gone to her room last night. From her perspective, it was worrying.
Couldn't get hard? Condition worsened?
I was always the one getting hurt.
She hadn't asked right away that morning—probably waited until now because my face looked okay after fretting all morning. She'd mustered the resolve to ask.
"I'm really fine."
"Really?"
"Have you ever seen me lie about this?"
"Yes."
Denis answered immediately. I smiled awkwardly.
"You lie all the time. 'I'm fine.'"
"Hero habits from back then. Couldn't say I was struggling."
That's why it was hard to let go of Tina.
Knight Charlotte Unit 1 demanding my heroism, Saintess Alicia Unit 1 expecting me to fulfill my duty.
I couldn't complain to them.
"You can tell me when you're struggling."
"You accept it, sis. Like a mom."
Teasing her by calling her an old lady again?
She really was a mom, but got mad when I said she acted like one. She was frowning now too.
"I mean mature."
Mature women are rare. Mature and beautiful even rarer.
Denis was one of the few who checked all those boxes.
"...Huh?"
Watching Denis whine, blood rushed below. I felt it slowly getting hard.
My stiffening dick pushed vigorously against my pants. Barely noticeable, but up close, different.
It bulged.
"Suddenly?"
I glanced down, and Denis followed my gaze to my crotch. She noticed it was different from before.
Of course she did. She was the only one who'd seen my dick for years.
"Dyke."
My erections were rare. A once-a-week event.
Not some urgent quest to tackle immediately.
I could save it for tonight. The problem was last night's no-show.
Waiting around felt awkward for her.
"Let's go do it."
"Now?"
"Yeah, what if it doesn't stand up tonight."
Her eyes were full of worry for me. In her head, I was probably bawling over my useless dick.
"Lisa, watch the counter for a bit!"
"Got it!"
Denis grabbed my hand and led me. She sat Lisa at the counter and headed upstairs.
With Olivia Unit 1 and the others watching. It was like announcing we were off to fuck.
"S-Sis. Slow down."
"Oh!"
Erectile dysfunction, plus premature ejaculation. With it hard, I had to move carefully.
Gripping my erect little dick, I shuffled awkwardly. Pathetic even to me.
Dyke's body had zero male appeal.
"You didn't cum, right?"
"N-No... I didn't."
"Phew."
We reached Denis's room. The owner's quarters on the second floor, shared with Lisa.
As soon as we arrived, Denis took off her top.
Her ample breasts jiggled into view. Overwhelming.
Bigger than any heroine I'd seen.
Even the Unit 1s, carrying other men's blood and genes, couldn't compare to Denis.
A bit saggy, though.
She'd borne Lisa. Breastfeeding had changed them.
Nipples slightly coffee-colored. Darker and duller than the heroines' pink ones.
But her title—former wife, current widow, body ripened with maturity—made those flaws irrelevant.
"You... really love my tits, don't you?"
I lunged at her nipples the moment I saw them. Knowing Lisa had suckled them made it impossible to resist.
"I wanna try breast milk too, sis."
"That'll take more effort from you, Dyke."
Denis still had periods. Ovulation every month.
Three years ago, she'd started letting me creampie even on ovulation days. No luck yet, though.
"Effort, huh..."
I suckled her nipple, lost in thought.
Would trying harder get her pregnant? Pure curiosity.
Dick's small, semen watery. Worst conditions for impregnating a woman.
Modern medicine says 6cm is fine.
Plenty possible for pregnancy.
Mine was longer than 6cm. A bit more than a woman's middle finger—around 7cm.
Still failed.
Even a monastery dog recites poetry after three years. I was worse than a mutt.
"...I'll do my best. For now."
"Heh, no change of heart?"
"Nope."
"Alright then. Let's work hard today too."
Denis said as she pulled down her skirt.
"Making a little sister for Lisa."
I stripped off my clothes and embraced her.
"Ovulation day today?"
"Not a safe day."
"Perfect."
For three years now, we'd been doing our utmost to start a family.