Chapter 56
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: Denis, the Final Weapon, Mobilizes
I confessed the truth to Denis. I spilled everything about what had happened with the first-generation heroines.
Including the physical intimacies that often come with male-female relationships.
Even after hearing about all the things I'd been up to, Denis didn't show the slightest sign of displeasure. She just looked at me with kind eyes, as if she understood it all.
"...It's okay?"
Like a thief with a guilty conscience, I flinched at my own actions with the first-gens. I had no face left to show Denis.
In a way, wasn't it cheating?
We hadn't publicly announced we were lovers, but we lived with a closeness bordering on marriage.
The village elders saw us as practically husband and wife.
'And yet I go around sexually harassing women.'
There were plenty of old folks faithful to this NTR Tsukuru game's worldview. The societal atmosphere that deemed it acceptable seemed to egg them on.
Anyway, back to the point. If I were in Denis's shoes, I would've screamed my head off.
With my past trauma of having my heroines stolen, I'd probably lose it even more.
So I'd braced myself for the abuse. Prepared for the hatred.
But Denis reacted differently from what I'd expected. She didn't curse me out.
"I'm not exactly a pure woman myself."
To my question of whether it was okay, she replied with a bitter expression. Pot calling the kettle black.
She gave a self-deprecating smile, as if she had no right to judge me.
"You're better than me, Dyke. You only got involved with girls who like you. Unlike me."
She seemed to think there was a clear difference between accepting the advances of a woman you like and taking some random mercenary's dick.
That was why she couldn't bring herself to say anything to me.
"......"
Her past choices to protect the inn—she had no option back then. Even so, Denis carried guilt over it.
What words of comfort could I offer? My mind was a mess.
No matter what I said, it felt like it wouldn't untangle the knot in her heart.
"...Let's do our best."
So I decided not to comfort her.
Saying it was okay about the past wouldn't change anything—it was already gone. No point wasting energy on meaningless things.
Better to cheer each other on. For you and me, to overcome the trials ahead.
'I have to save Denis.'
The first-gens had said the Demon King would revive.
Defeating him was no issue, but the curse he left behind upon death would kill me.
One way to beat the curse: create as many people I love as much as Denis.
Second generation.
A parent's love for their child is the strongest force there is. That's why the first-gens had devised ways to boost my virility.
The chastity cage squeezing my dick—it physically enlarged it to raise conception chances.
One of their virility enhancement methods.
'I'll endure no matter what.'
A week? To me, resolved to impregnate Denis, a week of endurance was nothing.
After sharing the truth, the distance between Denis and me shrank even further. We'd already been husband-and-wife close, but now it felt even better.
Stickier, maybe.
The embarrassment was fleeting.
"How's your dick holding up?"
"It's bearable."
I was glad I'd told Denis about the chastity cage. Her consideration made daily life so much easier.
At this rate, the week would fly by.
"Ugh."
That said, it wasn't entirely problem-free.
As my feelings for Denis deepened, my dick twitched every time I saw her.
Images of a baby that looked just like her kept popping into my head. Me impregnating her with all that pent-up semen.
So the cage was incredibly uncomfortable.
"Oh my!"
Splash-!
"......"
Olivia the first-gen dumped water on my crotch. More like drenched it.
It wasn't plain water. My hero-sharp senses picked up nothing from the odorless, colorless liquid.
But my past experiences warned me it was no ordinary water.
"Ah damn..."
And sure enough.
The effects kicked in, and my dick started itching. Even though my pants must've absorbed most of it, the reaction came from down there.
After Olivia the first-gen sprayed the aphrodisiac, Nine the first-gen spoke up.
"Shall I help you?"
"...You're serious, huh."
The hit-and-run was so clumsy. No attempt to hide it at all.
I had no choice but to accept Nine's help. Without a priestess's holy spell, detoxing the aphrodisiac would hurt like hell.
"Why are you all following? Watch the inn hall!"
Nine alone would've been fine. But Olivia and Charlotte trailed after us.
"The kids are there, it'll be okay. It's a bit embarrassing to say it myself, but I've been sharp since I was little. They'll handle it fine on their own."
Whether anyone was in the hall or not wasn't the point. I hadn't meant it literally.
"Scram!"
I'd said it euphemistically.
The problem was they had no intention of interpreting it that way. Olivia and Charlotte shoved past me into the bathhouse.
"Father, why keep refusing? Didn't I tell you we need to use the medicine as soon as possible?"
"That's..."
I chose the cage because I hated butt medicine. I'd already picked the lesser evil—why suffer the worst on top?
"One cage isn't enough. To make a ton of babies before the Demon King revives, we need lots of other methods too."
Olivia said.
"Compared to our dad, your virility is pathetic."
"...O-our dad?"
I'm Olivia the second-gen's foster father. Not her biological one.
Maybe that's why she calls me by name and uses casual speech.
"Did you just say 'our dad'...?"
The only man that Olivia would call "dad" was one: the blond tanned thug who stole Tina.
I don't know if he played the dad role properly.
But if pressed to name a man worthy of "our dad," he'd be it.
He used Tina's womb to pass his genes to Olivia, after all—biologically her father.
Still, willingly accepting that fact and reluctantly doing so are different. Olivia mentioned him so casually, like it was natural.
It wounded me.
Even if the first-gens said it didn't matter since I didn't raise her, it still shocked me. I couldn't brush it off.
I couldn't control my expression.
Olivia, staring at me, smirked. She poked my crotch and whispered.
"A male with such a pathetic little dick—that's why Dad stole Mom from you."
"......"
"And yet you're hesitating over some medicine? Because of that flimsy pride?"
"...Flimsy pride..."
"If it were me, I'd demand every treatment available. To make babies as fast as possible."
The cage was me mustering courage. Bending my pride a bit.
But that's not enough?
'Bend even more here and slather medicine on my ass too?'
Revulsion surged up. I gritted my teeth.
"Tch."
As I resisted, Olivia clicked her tongue. Then she locked eyes with Charlotte.
Charlotte, receiving the look, went out of the changing room.
She soon returned, bringing someone. Denis.
"D-Denis?"
"I overheard you whispering with Denis yesterday. All of it."
"What?"
It was just between us. She'd eavesdropped?
That crossed the line.
Olivia declared it boldly. Maybe because we'd shared the regression facts—she wasn't hiding it at all.
"I already knew. More about your worries than you two do yourselves."
"......"
"We're rooting for Denis. Whether she believes it or not."
Their gazes at Denis were so gentle. Sincere, not mocking.
I wished they'd look at me that way too, like they do her.
"To actually save Dyke, we have to make Denis's wish come true."
"...Denis's wish?"
"A child. More precisely, a family. With you, Dyke."
Denis nodded at Olivia's words. Despite being suddenly summoned, she showed no panic.
A calm reaction, as if she'd known.
"Sorry, Dyke."
"...For what?"
"Actually, they came to me first. Asked if I'd allow them to do these things to you."
"......?"
The first-gens hadn't acted on their own. They had backing(?).
"W-when?"
"The morning Olivia jumped you—that day."
Denis knew everything. And she'd allowed it!
"...Why?"
"I told you. Girls approaching you because they like you—do I have the right to block them? I thought I didn't. So I let them go ahead."
"......"
The first-gens had shared every detail with Denis. She'd just watched from behind.
"I saw the sincerity in their eyes. What Olivia, Charlotte, Nine, and the others really want."
More shame than betrayal. The truths I'd hidden out of embarrassment—knowing they'd all been exposed...
My face burned red.
"...Why tell me now?"
"Hearing you yesterday helped me decide. That I could have your baby too."
"......"
Much was omitted. Olivia summed it up with a bright smile.
"Denis is cooperating too. With the Dyke Dick Enhancement Project."
"N-no... I don't want..."
The first-gens are different from Denis. I don't want to endure that embarrassing stuff in front of her.
Pride.
"By the way, the inn has a barrier up. One even the Demon King can't break."
"You think you can escape? Father?"
"Don't worry too much, Dad. It won't hurt."
The first-gens blocked the exit.
My last shot was begging Denis. I looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Sorry, Dyke. I want a baby soon too."
Denis coldly shot down my plea.
"What should I do? Girls?"