Chapter 57
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Forced Submission
You'd think someone with experience would know better.
Pregnancy isn't something a woman does alone. She desperately needs a man's help.
Without a man, you can't make a baby.
There's a saying that it takes two hands to clap. Is that really true?
If you spread your palm and slap the air at the speed of sound, couldn't you make a sound like clapping?
This is a hypothetical you can imagine. It fills the gaps left by a lack of knowledge with imagination.
But pregnancy doesn't even allow for hypotheticals.
To make a baby, a man and woman have to mix flesh. Unconditionally.
Without combining sperm and egg, pregnancy is impossible.
A woman in peak health. A man with pathetic virility.
No need to explain who's at fault. The answer was crystal clear.
I know my own shortcomings all too well. I feel them bone-deep every morning when I wake up and check my pants.
That's why I started wearing the chastity cage—to try and increase my size.
'I've already thrown away my pride.'
But now they want to go further and wreck my ass? Right in front of Denis?
"No."
I shook my head.
"No way..."
The prototypes took a step closer. A sinister aura seemed to choke me.
It felt just like the moment before entering the Demon King's castle.
Back then, I was alone. Abandoned by the heroines, but heading to the Demon King's castle to fulfill my duty as the hero on my own.
Five years had passed since then. Even now, five years later, I was still alone.
I had no one on my side.
"Denis, grab Dyke's arm."
Olivia issued the order to Denis like she was handling a subordinate. Bold as brass.
I'd tried in my own way to snap Denis out of it, but it wasn't enough. She wasn't hearing me.
"You know Denis is just an ordinary human, right? If Dyke thrashes around, she could get seriously hurt."
I couldn't shake her off like I would the prototypes. What if, in this horrifying situation, I unconsciously smacked Denis?
It would lead to disastrous consequences.
To get Denis off me, I'd have to persuade her with words. There was no other way.
"Denis. I'll do my best. I'll work hard, so... please don't do this?"
"If we leave it to you, it'll take forever. I've already decided it's better if I step in."
Denis shook her head as she spoke.
"Just give up, Dyke."
"Give up?"
Give up my manhood? I absolutely couldn't.
Sure, I was a pathetic male. All the heroines stolen from me, reduced to idling at a rural village inn.
But since I was born with a dick, I couldn't abandon my identity as a male. At the very least, I had to pretend.
"So? You planning to shove me away, Dyke? I'm not like the girls. If you push me for real, I might die."
"Ugh...!"
Even going all-out against the prototypes didn't guarantee victory. And now there was a civilian to protect on-site.
This was way too disadvantageous.
"The girls said it doesn't hurt. Just give us your body, Dyke."
"It's not like I'm refusing because it hurts."
It probably wouldn't hurt at all. Compared to monster fangs or demon magic, it would be nothing.
"No matter how urgent it is, come on. What the hell would go in a man's ass...? That's really not it..."
"What do you mean, 'not'?"
Denis grabbed my arm and clung on. At the same time, Charlotte approached and restrained me.
Denis's strength was clearly feeble.
Yet I couldn't shake her off. It was a stronger bind than the prototypes'.
"Finally, I get to taste Father's asshole."
"Denis! Look at what Charlotte's saying!"
Hearing Charlotte's whisper made my mind go hazy. It was more lethal than the succubus seduction in the Demon King's castle.
'Mental Protection, activate!'
I triggered my near-master-level Mental Protection skill. But it had no effect.
Charlotte's voice pierced right through my mental barrier, stirring up my brain like crazy. My hands and feet trembled from the sensation of my mind turning to mush.
"Charlotte. Nine."
Olivia pulled something out of her sub-space. Tools of an unspeakable shape, and glass bottles.
The bottles were filled with blatantly viscous liquid.
"Subdue Dyke. Make sure he can't twitch."
"Let go! You crazy bitches!"
I finely controlled my strength, pushing Charlotte away without letting any transfer to Denis.
I'd thought I couldn't get any stronger, but apparently not.
Thud-!
Protecting Denis who was hanging on my arm, I kicked Charlotte with my foot. She tumbled across the changing room floor.
"Denis...!"
"Dyke, don't resist!"
An urgent situation. Denis clung to my arm even harder. I could feel her determination to endure even Charlotte's share.
My reaction was delayed because of Denis.
I didn't even notice when Charlotte leaped up like a bullet and tackled me from behind.
"Kyaa!"
I urgently shoved Denis away. She couldn't withstand my strength and fell, bruising her butt.
"Kuh!"
Charlotte, who'd tackled from behind, slammed her weight down on me. Her arms were brimming with power.
Strangely enough, whenever I faced the prototypes, I was powerless. My strength just didn't work.
It was the same now.
My body pitched forward. All I could do was brace myself prostrate to keep my face from smashing into the floor.
"Let go...!"
The moment Charlotte went all out, I was helplessly subdued. She mounted my back like a cicada, crossed her limbs, and squeezed my torso tight.
"Father, it's futile. The probability of you beating us is zero."
"...Zero what?!"
"It's the same as the odds of the Demon King reviving and destroying the world."
I couldn't shake off Charlotte.
She wasn't even that heavy. I could toss her thousands of times over.
But the moment she grabbed me, all my strength drained away.
Charlotte rolled her body onto the mattress. Caught from behind, I was dragged along, tumbling with her.
Is this how a mouse feels when a human shakes it to death? Or how laundry feels tumbling in a washing machine?
"Nice pose."
On the mattress: Charlotte. On Charlotte: me. Olivia, Nine, and Denis looking down at the ridiculous position.
"Denis... please don't look...!"
Olivia approached to pull off my pants. I thrashed with all my might and kicked at her.
Olivia finally lost her patience.
"Denis. Help me strip this fucker's pants."
"Okay."
Denis moved. I couldn't bring myself to kick her, so I could only watch dazedly as my pants were peeled off.
"Denis, please stop..."
My panties came off too. The women's gazes turned to my crotch.
A small dick locked in a cold metal chastity cage. No matter how you sliced it, it didn't look manly.
"Charlotte. Grab Dyke's legs."
Olivia seized my ankle and lifted. Charlotte's arms writhed.
I stretched my legs out, rejecting Olivia's strength. It was a show of will—I wouldn't let her have her way.
Then Olivia brought her foot close to my crotch.
"Dyke."
"Aaak...!"
She called my name while grinding my dick under her soft sole, kuuk-kuuk.
"You gonna keep resisting?"
"St-stop...!"
"This is all for your sake. You gonna keep fighting and getting in the way?"
No matter how tough a man is, he can't train his balls. Even the world's strongest hero has a weak spot down there.
"Lift your legs."
Judging from what the prototypes had said so far, the odds of Olivia tormenting my balls to the point of ruin were near zero.
All or nothing. If I kept resisting like this, maybe I could force my will through.
"Yeah. Would've been so much better if you'd listened sooner."
But I obeyed Olivia. I gave up the resistance and accepted her touch.
I lifted my legs and bent my knees.
"D-Denis..."
In the upside-down frog position, Charlotte hooked her arms around my knees and hugged them tight. I'd completely lost control of my body.
Olivia, who'd been staring at me, flashed a bright smile.
"Dyke. It's really itching now, isn't it?"
She'd somehow noticed that I'd given in too easily.
I didn't deny Olivia's words. The itch had built up to the point where I was openly begging for relief.
'It's been feeling weird ever since Olivia stepped on it...'
Could external pressure amplify the aphrodisiac's effects? Olivia's reaction didn't suggest she'd done it on purpose.
A coincidence had piled up. Unlucky for me.
The itch had broken my will.
"Quickly..."
"You want our spit, right?"
To neutralize the aphrodisiac, I needed saliva. It didn't matter whose.
Theoretically, even my own spit would work.
Between shame and disgust, the disgust was stronger, so I'd chosen to endure the shame.
"Denis."
Olivia called to Denis. Denis, who'd been peeking while stroking her flushed cheeks, approached Olivia.
"Dyke wants you to spit on him, Denis."
"Hey, you...!"
How could she just skip all the context!
I urgently twisted my body. Unfortunately, I couldn't budge. Charlotte's raw power was beyond imagination.
Denis showed a slight hesitation. Even with me in such a mess, she was a rational woman.
"...Even so, spitting on Dyke feels a bit..."
"It's not as bad as you think."
Kyaa, ptooey.
Like a seasoned trainer giving a demo, Olivia hawked up and spat. Her spit hit my balls dead-on.
A liquid with a different texture from the aphrodisiac seeped into my dick.
"See? Dyke's dick is twitching."
"......"
"This fucker's a pervert who gets off on this stuff. He'll love it if you do it, Denis."
"Bullshit!"
"Silence."
Olivia's magic sealed my mouth. The anti-magic resistance I'd built up painstakingly to slay the Demon King meant nothing against her.
"Hurry."
Olivia pushed Denis's back.
Though she'd conspired with the prototypes, Denis was trying to back out when it came to actually spitting. Olivia grabbed her from behind and whispered.
"Don't you want a baby with Dyke?"
"...I do..."
"What are you gonna do if I don't help?"
Denis's body twitched.
"You know from fucking Dyke. His worthless little dick can never make a baby."
"......"
"That tiny prick doesn't reach the womb. It never will, no matter how long you fuck. You feel it on instinct. You birthed Lisa, so you know better than me."
"Mmph! Mmph!"
An insult among insults. Tears welled up.
It wasn't Olivia's words that hurt. I already knew she was that kind of bitch—no real damage.
What stabbed my heart like a dagger was Denis's reaction, as if she agreed. That hurt more.
"You need my help."
"......"
"If you want my help, do as I say."
"......"
Denis looked down at me. She made a sorry face, like she felt bad for me, and worked her lips.
She gathered her saliva.