Chapter 49
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Charlotte's Treatment
At some point, inserting a finger into my ass had become familiar.
I sat facing Charlotte. I spread my legs slightly and arched my back, positioning my asshole to face forward.
Charlotte overlapped her middle and ring fingers, slathering them thickly with saliva as she asked,
"Father, are you ready?"
"...I don't know. Whether I'm ready or not right now..."
"Your ass is itching, isn't it? That's the sign you're ready."
"......"
For some reason, Charlotte looked like she was enjoying herself. She seemed to find the situation amusing.
"Don't tense up too much. It won't hurt. I'll be gentle with you."
Charlotte reached out and fondled my balls. She kneaded them like a massage, then suddenly slid her hand lower.
Instinctively, I grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
The tip of her finger brushed against my asshole. It was a razor-thin tease.
Charlotte didn't rush me. She just stared right at me and checked my condition.
"Father, has the itching eased?"
"...No."
"Can you endure it?"
"No."
I couldn't take it. The itch was driving me mad, making me want to jump out of my skin. I wanted relief right now.
"Then just accept my touch obediently."
Charlotte put strength into her arm. She pried my hand away by force and pressed firmly against my asshole with her fingers.
"Does it feel tough? If it's really unbearable, I can stroke your cock for you."
"...Would that even help?"
"It's to distract your nerves. Torment your cock so your brain doesn't focus on your ass. A diversion tactic. You know about those, don't you, Father?"
Charlotte sat cross-legged and patted her thigh invitingly. A casual gesture beckoning me to climb on top.
"Father, we need to get this treatment over with so you can go to sleep. Unit 2 is waiting alone."
"......"
I pressed my lips together tightly and climbed onto Charlotte's body. Face-to-face, embracing in a facing-sitting position. The man and woman were reversed, but the setup was the same.
"Wrap your arms around my neck. So you don't freak out from the unfamiliar sensation and bolt midway through the treatment."
"...Can't you just hold me?"
"I'd love to, but I need both hands for this."
One hand for my asshole, the other for my cock. No free hands left.
"You have to entrust your body to me and endure, Father. Until the treatment is done."
"...Hah."
It was mortifying. But there were no other options. Refusing Charlotte's help wasn't on the table—it was locked away, impossible to choose.
I did as Charlotte instructed, draping my arms around her neck. I hooked them together and clung on.
Charlotte gently grasped my cock. She rubbed the head softly with her thumb, drawing my gaze forward.
"Father, how's your cock feeling? Does it feel good?"
"......"
I shook my head. Her touch felt pretty good, but I didn't want to admit it.
Understanding my reluctance, Charlotte grinned mischievously.
Schlick, schlick.
"It still grabs your attention, though, doesn't it? When I stroke you like this... Even you can't fully focus on your ass."
"Ugh..."
My cock stiffened up in no time under Charlotte's touch.
Pathetically small, yielding so easily to a girl's hand. It looked pitiful even to me—what must Charlotte think?
I glanced up to gauge her expression. Charlotte was staring intently at my cock.
There wasn't a trace of disgust or contempt in her eyes as they roamed over it.
"Don't be ashamed, Father. A man's worth isn't determined by his cock alone."
The moment our eyes met, Charlotte smiled warmly and praised me.
"You saved the world. You defeated the Demon King—not once, but twice. Who could look down on you? No one has the right, and they shouldn't even try."
"......"
Tina, Celine, Alicia.
The three who'd fallen to other men treated me like a bug, but their daughters saw this man in a positive light.
Whether it was sincere didn't matter. They wouldn't have whispered even empty flattery.
But one thing puzzled me.
"...Twice?"
I sealed the Demon King. Five years ago, abandoned by the three heroines, I fulfilled my duty alone.
"The Demon King will awaken. Exactly sixteen years from now, after Units 2 through 4 reach adulthood."
"......"
"It's fine. You don't need to worry, Father. We can defeat the Demon King on our own."
"...The awakening itself is the problem."
It was such a huge issue that even with Charlotte stroking my cock, I felt nothing. Thoughts of the Demon King brought worry before pleasure.
"Father, you don't need to worry. We came back from the future."
"So in the future, you defeat the Demon King safely?"
"...Yes. We handle it without issue. Back then, we didn't know enough to help actively kill the Demon King, but now we do. We can manage."
Schlick-schlick-schlick.
"Eut."
Charlotte's touch grew rougher. She gripped my cock hard and pumped it up and down.
Don't think about the Demon King, she seemed to say—focus on the pleasure of this moment—as she stimulated me.
"Your mission, Father, is simple. Produce healthy seed."
"...What?"
As she said that, Charlotte reached into her subspace pocket. She pulled something out.
It looked like gel.
"I want to bear your child, Father. But you can't make babies."
"......"
"Do you know why?"
"...No idea why. But yeah, I'm infertile."
Truth is, I knew. This body was Dyke's. Dyke, protagonist of an NTR Tsukuru game.
That's how NTR works. The male lead's sperm never reaches the egg.
Whether that trait lingered in this flesh, no matter how much I creampied, pregnancy never happened. Perfect natural contraception.
Of course, I'd never even tried going all out. Couldn't get hard in the first place, let alone creampie.
"We made a medicine for it."
"...Medicine?"
"It acts on the male prostate, boosting sperm production and motility."
Squish.
Charlotte squeezed some gel onto her palm. An opaque-colored gel.
It looked unsettling at first glance. Felt like something I shouldn't apply.
"...Won't this cause problems?"
"That's what Nine's for. Her holy spells are top-tier on the continent—people call her the reincarnation of a legendary saintess."
"So you're saying you wanna experiment with an unproven drug on my body."
"Can't exactly test it on some other guy, can we?"
"......"
The disgust of being cucked defies words. No matter how many times it'd happened, I could never get used to it.
"Should I test it on another man? Press my thighs against his, fondle his ass, stroke his cock like this?"
"......"
Charlotte wasn't Celine. She was Celine's daughter, a completely different person.
Whether she fucked other guys or not wasn't my business.
But it pissed me off anyway.
"...What if I say no?"
"I haven't done it with anyone."
Charlotte continued,
"I'm just offering, Father. We've got this great medicine—wanna try it? If it works, we make a baby. Win. If not, we gather data. Still a win."
She was hawking it like a quack salesman with miracle monkey pills. Hard for me to refuse.
"...It acts on the prostate?"
"Gotta apply it directly for absorption."
"......"
Was the timing too perfect, or was that just my imagination?
"...First, fix this itch."
"Understood."
Charlotte discarded the gel from her palm and wet her fingers with saliva instead. She smeared the sticky spit over her middle and ring fingers, then rubbed them firmly against my asshole.
Then she pushed in. Slowly, languidly, her fingers parted my ass and slid inside.
"Hng...!"
"Father, lift your head and look at me."
Charlotte grinned as she spoke.
"Focus on your cock throbbing. Look me in the eyes while you do..."
I met Charlotte's gaze. She matched it by working her hand faster, gripping the head and twisting.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
Schlick-schlick.
Lewd sounds burst from below. Pressure squeezed me from front and back.
I couldn't bear to look. My tormented cock. My ass with fingers plunging in and out. I didn't want to see.
Like averting your eyes during a shot, I fixed my gaze straight ahead, staring only into Charlotte's eyes.
Arms around her neck, I clamped my lips shut.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Father, you can cum. Any special spot you wanna shoot?"
"...Ngh, hng! P-Pussy..."
"No pussy. You haven't promised to take my virginity yet. Anywhere else? Decide quick, or your poor seed scatters into the air."
"Hah... Ungh...! M-Mouth, take it in your mouth..."
Pop!
Right away, Charlotte pulled her fingers from my asshole.
She shoved me down flat and pinned both my ankles with one arm and elbow. My ass lifted slightly.
Schlick-schlick-schlick!
"Ah, haa...! Char-lotte...!"
Her fingers plunged back into my ass, roughly stirring inside. With her free hand, she started thrusting. And at the same time, she engulfed my cock in her mouth.
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
Slurp, slurp, slurrrp! Slurrrrp!
"Ngh, guh! Aaagh...!"
Fingers pistoned in and out of my ass. Lips bobbed up and down, swallowing and releasing my cock.
Dizzying pleasure overwhelmed my lower body.
"Kuh! Heup...!"
Splurt! Splurt! Spuuurt!
I grabbed Charlotte's hair like I was ripping it out and thrust my cock deep. Shoving the head as far into her throat as possible, I came.
Gurgle, gurgle!
Charlotte's fingers vibrated inside me. Pressing and kneading something deep in my ass.
A strange pleasure buzzed from my lower belly.
"Haa. Haa. Haa..."
"That was delicious, Father."
Short orgasm over, Charlotte spat out my cock. The cum I'd blasted into her mouth was already gone. She'd just swallowed it all.
She wiped my cock clean with a handkerchief she had. Only after meticulously cleaning under my balls did she stand up.
"Good night."
Charlotte left the tent, leaving me sprawled out.
The itching vanished like it had been washed away. Shame hit me late, but I rationalized it as symptom relief to protect my sanity.