Chapter 55
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Plenty Manly
Plenty manly.
Nine spat out her saliva. Thick saliva coated my dick. The saliva trickled down the chastity belt and was quickly absorbed into my shaft.
The itching eased somewhat.
But something felt off. It wasn't bad, exactly—just uncomfortable, I guess.
Why couldn't she be a little gentler about it? The thought crossed my mind.
It wasn't some big wish, more like a casual suggestion.
"Dad. How's it feel now? Any better?"
"Mm."
Nine spat her saliva to neutralize the aphrodisiac. Then she weakened my pain with a holy spell.
Thanks to that, erections didn't hurt anymore. The belt's tight squeeze around my dick and that stifling pressure were still there, though.
'I can't exactly bring it up first...'
Spitting saliva felt a little off. It made my heart uneasy.
What if I said that?
How would Nine react?
She wouldn't snap at me like Olivia or Charlotte might. No, Nine would probably just ask how I'd prefer it done.
Then what would I say?
That I'd rather she lick it without spitting? Why? Because the spit somehow left me feeling a bit slighted?
I shook my head.
'I'm not some pervert.'
What did it matter if she spat or not? As long as the aphrodisiac got treated properly, that was fine.
Nine stuck faithfully to her role. She gathered her saliva, spat it out, and cast the holy spell.
It was a hassle, but she never showed a hint of annoyance.
"Thanks for helping."
"Just say the word anytime. I'm ready to do anything that helps Dad."
"...Yeah."
"I could give you my virginity like Olivia, or rim you like Charlotte. If that's what Dad wants."
I didn't want any of that. I'd never demand it.
"But in exchange, I'd take a little of Dad's blood... That's okay, right? My purity's worth at least that much."
Her expression was gentle, but her blood-red eyes gleamed unnaturally in contrast—like a serpent's, glistening coldly. It only made me want to refuse her more.
I spent the day wearing the chastity belt. With my erectile dysfunction, it wasn't a big deal anyway.
The unfamiliar metallic grip around my dick was strange, but it didn't interfere much with daily life.
Night came. I'd put the kids to bed in the next room—it was adults' time now.
"Dyke...?"
Denis gave me a subtle look. A signal.
I had no idea if I'd get hard or not, but it meant she wanted to sleep together anyway.
Back in the day, I wouldn't have turned down Denis's invitation. It was her way of being considerate.
A guy who couldn't even get it up wouldn't take the initiative to suggest sex. It was always Denis who started things, and we'd go from there.
So I probably would've accepted happily.
But not now. Not even with Denis—I couldn't hold her like this.
Forget getting erect; even showing her my dick would be tough.
Honestly, I just didn't want her to see me in this pathetic state. What was there to show with a chastity belt locked on?
I had my pride, too. I'd only acted so shamelessly—like I'd let it all go, enlightened—because clinging to it would've been uglier.
Still, I wanted to hold onto that pride as much as I could. A man deserved at least that much, I figured.
Showing my ugly side to the first-gen girls was enough.
I'd found a way to make my dick grow. With a path open, I wanted to stand tall as a man in front of Denis, at least.
"Why?"
Denis stared at me, shocked. She hadn't even considered I'd refuse—she looked flustered.
It had never happened before. I could understand her reaction.
I hemmed and hawed, but no words came out.
"It's just..."
"Your erectile dysfunction's better now. Ever since you started living with those first-gen girls."
It was true. My condition had improved after getting involved with them.
Denis had noticed, too.
But I couldn't tell her the truth. I didn't want to admit I'd put on an enlargement-enchanted chastity belt because my dick was lacking.
Way too humiliating.
"One week. Just wait one week for me."
I put off our intimacy. I'd grow my dick first, then show her something thick and heavy like other guys had—I resolved myself to it.
Denis's face darkened at my words. She'd mustered the courage to suggest it, only to get shot down.
No one could feel good about that, even brushing it off lightly.
I turned my back to her and curled up. The rustling of the blankets felt ominously sharp tonight.
The next day, I helped run the inn to pass the time.
"Is this the inn where Hero Dyke stays?"
Guests weren't overflowing, but there were plenty.
"Dyke! I respect you!"
"I became an adventurer because I wanna be like you."
Our inn had turned into a tourist spot of sorts. A must-visit for anyone passing nearby.
Business with adventurers and mercenaries was booming nicely.
The hero's fame had spread farther than I'd imagined. Back in my prime, I'd saved so many people.
Anyone not in some backwoods village knew who I was.
"Kuh!"
"These must be the hero's party comrades?"
"Those sisters!?"
The adventurers visiting the inn mistook the first-gen girls for the heroines. They all looked just like their mothers, so the misunderstanding wasn't all that strange...
But it didn't sit well with me. Bad memories kept surfacing, making me frown.
"Thank you."
"Just doing my duty as a knight."
"Enjoy your meal."
The first-gen girls brushed off the mix-up gracefully. They didn't bother correcting anyone and complicating things.
I watched the scene in a daze.
"The hero even had kids, huh? You two looked so close back then—I figured it'd happen quick. Ahahaha!"
"These kids have shot up so fast. When you saved my daughter back then, she was about their age now. Wondering about her? No need to worry—she's doing great. Too healthy for her own good, really."
Business was especially brisk today. Lots of lively customers.
Maybe it'd lifted Denis's mood.
I glanced at her. Denis was cooking with a blank face.
Anyone could see she was in a bad mood.
"...Agh..."
I needed to cheer her up, but nothing came to mind.
Give up on enlarging my dick? Or swallow my shame and explain?
If I had to pick, the latter.
'Might have to spill everything about my relations with the first-gen girls, too.'
Denis still didn't know I'd been intimate with them behind her back. I'd kept it secret.
What if I confessed the truth? Would knowing everything really ease her feelings?
Put myself in her shoes—I'd be furious.
She had to tiptoe around suggesting sex because of my ED, feeling awkward. Meanwhile, I'd been casually banging away on the side.
'...Unfair.'
I'd been raped. The first-gen girls had pounced on me—I had no choice.
Even me, ex-hero at level 99, couldn't fight it off.
Of course, I hadn't resisted to the bitter end. It wasn't some brutal clash like against the Demon King.
Once our saliva mixed and skin pressed together, I started enjoying the intimacy with them. Except Charlotte.
That was an undeniable fact.
But it was different. With the heroines, it was forced on me. They were the willing ones.
I hadn't meant to betray Denis.
"......"
Pathetic. Me, making excuses when it was all the same in the end.
'Weird how it's so hard to refuse just them.'
Was I that desperate to cure my ED? Or lingering attachment to the heroines who'd been taken from me?
None of that mattered now. Priority one: soothe Denis.
I knew how. All I needed was courage.
Like when I'd confessed my ED—time to muster it again.
That night, I sat facing Denis.
"There's something I've been hiding from you, Denis."
I told her everything that had happened. My illicit relations with the first-gen girls, behind her back.
I debated adding that I'd been raped and had no choice, but decided to skip it.
No one would buy that the world's strongest munchkin had been forced.
Even if it was true, if the listener didn't believe it, it wasn't truth. I shed my last armor and showed her the state of my dick.
Denis, who'd listened silently, eyed my crotch in surprise. The pathetic sight locked in iron made her snicker.
"Pfft."
"...Olivia said just endure for a week. Then it'll absorb the gigantification magic and grow."
I stressed how necessary the process was.
"Once my dick's bigger, it'll reach all the way inside you, Denis. Pregnancy odds go up, obviously."
It sounded ridiculous even as I said it. The chastity belt made everything look absurd.
"Dyke."
"Yeah."
Denis's smile faded, her voice calm as she asked.
"...You still want a baby?"
"Of course."
"Truth is, I do too. Especially after seeing those customers today."
Denis gave a bitter smile.
"I know it's not like that. The second-gen kids are really first-gen ones. From the regression or whatever. But the customers think the second-gens are yours. Hero and his party comrades' kids."
"......"
"I envy that bond. The kind an outsider like me can't wedge into—a tie forged by duty."
Denis had her own resentments, it seemed.
"It's not that I hate them. Talking to the first-gen girls, I realized they'd lived hard lives too. That's why they cling to you."
"......"
"I get it. What I hate is my own impatience."
"Why? Why would you..."
Denis pressed her lips tight. She forced out her self-loathing.
"Those girls boast about their purity so proudly. They talk about offering it to you, painting these dreamy futures. Seeing that makes me..."
She'd sometimes joke about it. What if she hadn't kept the inn?
What if she hadn't clung so desperately to her dead husband's legacy?
The inn doubled as a brothel. A little massage parlor on the side.
Inn landladies like her naturally serviced guests. Took their money.
"I want a baby with you. A real family. It's not easy, but I'd been preparing slowly. Then the first-gen girls showed up. The more I see them, the more uneasy I get."
"......"
"Would you really want to make a baby with a dirty woman like me, Dyke?"
Even if she bore his child, would he look at it the same as one from those virgins?
"That's what scares me most."
"...Who do you think I'm enduring all that torment from the first-gen girls for? It's so I can make a baby with you, Denis. But you've been stewing in negativity all alone?"
"......"
"If only my dick were a little more manly."
"It's plenty manly."
"...This is?"
Even seeing me locked in the belt, those words came out of her mouth?
"One week. Let's endure it together."
"Olivia said a week would do it?"
"Yeah. I'll show the enlarged dick to you first, Denis."
"...Pfft."
I proudly dangled my dick, and Denis finally burst out laughing, unable to hold it in.