Chapter 58
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Willfully Offering My Ass
Dyke, voluntarily permitting his ass.
Denis spat at me. She nailed the target with marksman precision.
Her spit landed right on the chastity cage.
"Ugh...".
I'd gotten used to the spitting itself. Thanks to Nine's help, I suppose.
So it didn't feel unfamiliar anymore.
The problem was who was doing the spitting.
Denis pursed her lips, her face full of apology, and spat the saliva she'd gathered onto my cock.
Bullseye. If there were an Olympic spitting event instead of archery, Denis would've scored a perfect ten. She was so spot-on she might've shattered the center camera.
"How's it feel, Denis? Fun, huh?"
Olivia looked down at me and asked with a mocking sneer. Denis's answer was already scripted.
"Uh... Y-Yeah, it's fun."
"Dyke loves this kind of thing. He gets so thrilled when you spit on him."
Olivia spat too. She hit my cock with practiced ease.
The faint itch had faded away by now. With that much saliva, it was only natural.
"Enough already...".
"Itching all gone?"
The itch was gone. No need to beg the first-gen girls for help.
"Ugh!"
I struggled to pry off Charlotte's arms gripping me from behind and somehow stand up. Lying there like a flipped frog was too humiliating—I couldn't endure it any longer.
Escape was impossible.
The harder I pushed, the more strength she put into her arms. She held me fast with a grip that seemed impossible for a girl.
"Hehe. Can't quit already. The real fun's just beginning."
Olivia reached into thin air. She rummaged through her subspace and pulled something out.
"No more potions, please...".
"Giving up already? Hmm, guess Dyke doesn't want to knock up Denis after all."
I had to shut my mouth—an empty threat, but brutally effective with Denis watching.
Olivia clamped my mouth shut and leaned in close.
"This is just plain gel. Lubricant, no effects whatsoever. You get why I pulled it out, right?"
"...Don't."
"It's for your sake, Dyke. You think we're tormenting you for kicks?"
"......".
"Your dick's total garbage, so we have no choice. Without buffs like this, the Demon King revives, Denis dies—what then? Gonna repeat your past screw-ups?"
Every time Olivia brought up Denis, my inner resistance crumbled a little more.
My cock being worthless trash was a fact, and wanting a kid with Denis despite that was another fact.
'The Demon King's curse killing Denis...'
I couldn't verify if it was true or not.
But gambling with Denis's life was out of the question. Believing it was true was my only option.
In the end, I had to follow the first-gen girls. They were the sole wildcard given to me.
"You really want to impregnate Denis, huh?"
Olivia reached out and stroked my ass. Should've been getting used to it by now, but it still felt awkward as hell.
"With a dick like this?"
"...Your words are too harsh...".
"Your dick's harsher."
Olivia flicked my cock. She grabbed my balls too, shaking them like take a good look.
Denis's gaze naturally drifted downward.
Heat flooded my face. The humiliating position made it ten times worse.
Before being human, I was a man—spreading my legs in front of women couldn't feel anything but awful.
Sensing my turmoil, Denis whipped her head away, avoiding my eyes. She was the only one here thinking of me.
"If you have even a shred of conscience, shouldn't you just lie still when we're trying to help?"
Olivia unleashed her venom.
Her grip tightened on my balls. She snarled, squeezing my cock hard.
"Huh? You think whining about embarrassment is remotely justified?"
"Eut...".
"Dyke. There's only one way you can help us: offer up your ass nice and obedient."
Charlotte finally released her arms. I could move now. But running? No chance.
Olivia had struck right at my core.
"If it were me, I'd say thanks and stick my ass out. Not even blood-related—just adopted daughters who regressed to help their deadbeat dad build a real family."
"......".
"Sigh, tsk tsk."
Olivia let go of my cock. The pressure eased.
I frantically covered my crotch.
"Hate it? Fine, we're done."
"...What?"
"If you don't want it, can't force you."
Olivia and Nine turned their backs. Charlotte, who'd been under me, gave me a light shove and stood up.
All three first-gen girls moved to leave without a second's hesitation.
I glanced at Denis's reaction. To check if this was a pre-planned provocation.
"W-Wait, just leaving like that?"
No. Denis looked genuinely caught off guard too.
Her face panicked as she grabbed at them.
"You said you'd help."
"Dyke says no."
"...H-He doesn't really hate it."
Denis looked at me. Her eyes pleaded for help convincing them.
"Dyke said he wants a baby with me... Yesterday, he definitely..."
"Wants a kid with Denis, but skips the necessary treatment?"
Olivia flashed a sly, bitter smile.
"Cherry-picking the good parts—how shameless."
Olivia stowed the potions back in her subspace.
"We're human too. Keep flashing that disgust so openly, and yeah, it hurts."
Nine and Charlotte nodded vigorously in agreement, hamming it up.
"When did I..."
"Frowning. Pushing us away. That's not hate? Playing innocent now? Shameless and heartless."
"......".
"We get it now. Dyke doesn't deserve a family. Doesn't crave it. Just faking it. So we've decided: no help until you prove you're serious."
"......!"
No, you said it.
"No kid means Denis dies..."
"Precisely: the Demon King's curse kills her. It targets the hero's most beloved human."
If there are multiple most-beloveds, the curse splits. The only way to save Denis.
"The Dyke who raised us couldn't protect her. You turned into a wreck after losing Denis. We've seen you shattered."
"......".
"We regressed to save you. But this? We offered our souls to the Goddess to return. And you're throwing a fit over some embarrassing treatment."
Olivia clicked her tongue and shook her head. She scowled at me. That look was familiar.
Just like Mom's when I'd laze around home doing nothing. The rotten kid glare.
"Fine. We're done."
Olivia headed for the door. Denis stomped her feet in distress.
I grabbed Olivia in desperation.
"W-Wait a sec...!"
"Let go."
Olivia tried to shake me off firmly. I clung to her hand.
My mind raced.
How much of the first-gen girls' words were true? Should I drop all pride and obey? Could I even father a child?
Doubts wouldn't fade.
'But they're my only answer.'
I hung my head and begged.
"P-Please... just one chance..."
"What was that?"
"......".
I gritted my teeth and forced the words out.
"You're right. I'm the one who needs help, and I've been complaining too much."
"Hmm."
"I'll do my best from now on. So please, one more chance..."
If I could, I'd squeeze out tears right then.
"Not just lying to sweet-talk us now, are you?"
"...No. It's sincere."
"Sincere? You'll fully cooperate with the treatment?"
"......".
I'll cooperate as best I can until my will breaks. I nodded.
"Then let's see that resolve, Dyke."
Olivia dipped her hand into subspace again. She pointed at the mattress while pulling something out.
"Get up there and lie prone."
"...Prone?"
"Yeah. Stick your ass out."
The potions from before. And now even more ominous-colored ones, piled high.
Pop-.
Olivia uncapped the jar, coating her hand until it glistened sticky. Squelch squelch.
Her intentions were crystal clear.
"What're you waiting for? Still not prone? All talk?"
"...N-Need a minute to mentally prepare..."
"Don't wanna? Call it quits then?"
"......".