Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Children Born from the Breast
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Among the words I'd heard after possessing the protagonist's body in the NTR Tsukuru Game, this was the most shocking.
The first was the Goddess's "Please save the world!"
The second was "I will explain, Father."
"What? Father?"
A woman who looked exactly like Celine called me Father.
What did that mean? It didn't even take a second to figure it out.
An enormous shock slammed into my head.
"Did someone smash my skull with a hammer?"
If your brain turned to mush, it'd probably feel like this. Heat rushed to my head.
I rubbed the back of my neck and glanced behind me.
The kitchen was back there. And Denis was in the kitchen.
Denis was hard at work preparing side dishes. She held a knife in her hand, not a hammer.
She wasn't the culprit.
To begin with, was there even an assassin skilled enough to fool my senses and club me over the back of the head?
No such thing existed. At least not in this generation.
"I know it's hard to understand."
"It's not about understanding."
In the game's storyline, Celine and Dyke shared something close to platonic love.
Dyke, fulfilling his duty as the Hero. Celine, the knight inspired by his example.
There were scenes, but I missed the timing.
Possessing Dyke's body didn't magically endow me with his heroic spirit of self-sacrifice.
Which made fully conquering Celine a challenge. The best I could manage was keeping things somewhere between lovers and comrades.
I flailed around as best I could, but I couldn't stop her from falling into the arms of that potbellied noble. There was only one Dyke body to go around, and three slutty heroines.
At any rate, I'd never slept with Celine. So naturally, this blonde lookalike wasn't my daughter.
Still, we had to talk it out. Let's relax all the conditions and play along with her story.
"Fine, I'll concede everything. Let's assume it's exactly as you say."
I slept with Celine. Somehow managed to spray my seed with my little pecker.
Let's say it beat out that potbellied noble's jizz.
No matter how I looked at it, it seemed impossible, but my super-soldier sperm pushed aside the piglet's.
My sperm fertilized Celine's egg and implanted successfully. Before she knew it, Celine had given birth to my baby.
"The ages don't match. Celine left the party five years ago. Make it five and a half?"
"I know."
"You know that and still say it? Haha."
It was absurd.
"Tina, Celine, Alicia. All three popped out kids, right? About now?"
The NTR guys' virility was beyond imagination. No way Dyke's body could compete.
I'd admitted as much and given up five years ago.
"If they were born healthy, they'd be five by now. Five years old. Our long-term guests here are five?"
I scanned the three of them. Massive tits jumped out first thing.
A five-year-old's head is smaller than those udders of yours, fuck.
Five was younger than Lisa. There was no way kids younger than Lisa could have bodies this lewd. Physically impossible.
The three seemed to agree with me; they kept their mouths shut. They just listened without rebutting.
Only after I'd finished speaking did they finally chime in.
"That's why I said I'd explain, Father."
"Don't call me Father. It pisses me off seeing Celine's face."
Celine panting under that potbellied noble. The bedsheet stained with her virgin blood flashed in my mind.
I scowled.
I'd thought I'd shaken it all off. Guess not.
...I've detached emotionally. I don't feel a thing.
Memories of everything that had happened flickered through my head.
The knight who was weak to alcohol despite herself. Celine, slipped a drug by Count Pigmon's scheme. Celine, growing addicted and slacking on training. Celine, ultimately offering her purity and pride to Pigmon─
"Kuht..."
Blood rushed south. My dick twitched. The reaction was sharper than ever.
"Pfft, perverted maso bastard."
The black-haired woman who looked just like Tina—sipping her beer quietly—shot me a glance and let out a sardonic snicker.
She resembled Tina, but she was nothing like her.
Tina, Dyke's hometown friend and childhood sweetheart, had her prickly side, sure—but she was a good girl who cared for and worried about him more than anyone.
That blonde-tanned delinquent punk had exploited her personality to perfection.
...Doesn't mean I get to toss her in the washing machine.
Tina was loose-hipped too in the end. Addicted to big-dick sex, she tossed aside her childhood friend with the puny prick while he lay dying.
"Father."
"I said don't call me Father."
I channeled mana into my fork. If she kept crossing the line, I was ready to get serious.
"...I understand Father's reaction completely. It's only natural to be on guard when strange women show up out of nowhere calling you Father. Even your own daughter might arouse suspicion, let alone ones who aren't..."
The blonde woman admitted she was Count Pigmon's daughter.
"My mother is Celine, and my father is Count Pigmon, that's correct. But I don't think of him as my father. The father in my memories isn't him."
"Filial ingrate."
"...It's true."
The blonde introduced herself as Charlotte.
The black-haired one was Olivia, the white-haired one Nine.
...In the NTR Tsukuru Game, I'd seen the heroines give birth in the ending, but naming the kids? Never heard of a scene like that.
Charlotte continued.
"...I had an accident when I was little. I don't remember exactly, but something happened to the family. Father was branded a traitor and put on the wanted list."
"Count Pigmon?"
"Yes. He'd already gotten in deep with the rebels. He got tangled up to obtain those drugs for Mother and the other women. No way out now."
"......"
I didn't know much about the world after the ending. I'd look at the illustrations, enjoy the scenes, jerk off, and call it a day.
What did I care about some NTR Tsukuru Game?
But the story kept going. Pigmon got executed along with the rebels. The problem was Celine.
"...Celine dies too?"
"She dies."
"......"
There was no way to prove she hadn't been involved in the treason. The kingdom had no reason to spare a woman lost to drugs.
"How are you alive, then? Wait, to begin with."
That was the future, wasn't it? How did she know about it? How could she possibly know?
"What are you?"
"Father."
Charlotte grabbed my hand. I felt the soft skin unique to women mingled with the rough calluses of a trained knight.
"When my family was ruined and I was nearly executed as a traitor's daughter, you saved me."
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Me?
"And you took me in."
"...I did the dishes?"
"You were always going on about 'dishes.' Just washing and drying plates. It seemed to have some extra meaning, but... I could never figure it out. You wouldn't tell me."
"......"
I'd picked up a kid who wasn't even sired by my seed and raised her. The child of a dead heroine and an NTR male character, already six feet under.
Now that was some dishwashing. The master of dishwashing. Bubbles practically foaming from my pores.
No, wait...
Charlotte wasn't the only one who'd shown up. Daughters of the other heroines were right here in front of me.
A chill ran down my spine. Just to check.
"...You too?"
I looked at the black-haired Olivia and waited for her answer. She didn't respond.
I prompted her again.
"Tina dies too?"
"Yeah, Mom dies. From some disease. An epidemic hits Dad's hometown village."
"...When...?"
Olivia said it flatly, like she had no interest in dwelling on it.
"Dunno. Don't remember. She's probably dead already?"
"...What do you mean 'probably already dead'?"
Why was this kid such a little shit?
Tina had her tsundere prickliness, sure, but it came with that delicious flavor.
Olivia was just a straight-up crazy bitch, nothing more or less.
Olivia met my gaze and snapped back irritably.
"They were too busy fucking their brains out to care for the kids they popped out. Starving us was par for the course. Now those assholes are dead—am I supposed to cry? Ha!"
"......"
Her face and eyes brimmed with killing intent.
Olivia wasn't some ordinary girl. She'd crossed the line between life and death dozens of times already.
I had no right to preach to her. Words failed me.
I carefully turned my head.
I looked at the white-haired Nine. She had to be Alicia's daughter.
I was right.
"I was the ninth. The one Mother bore..."
"The ninth?"
"I don't even know who my real father is. Dozens... hundreds... countless men passed through her. She took them in back alleys."
Her voice was calm. But the emotions buried in it couldn't be captured by "calm" alone.
Memories from infancy had tormented her to this day.
I prided myself on my own misery, but Nine seemed to have it even worse.
"When she adventured with the Hero, I heard she was called the Saintess."
"...She was a saintess. Until she excommunicated herself."
"Even in the back alley where I was born, they called her Saintess. Accepting the lust of the poor, the elderly, the sick, subhumans without discrimination—the Saintess. I was the ninth of her children."
"......"
Impossible by normal human reproduction rates.
"Alicia..."
She'd wound up impregnated by subrace seed after all. Goblins, orcs, beastkin. How far had she fallen?
Tina, Celine, Alicia. I imagined the final fates of these loose-hipped sluts.
It disgusted me... but it turned me on like hell.
My dick, which usually stayed limp, was twitching hard. Heroines were heroines, after all.
It sounds plausible.
I scratched my head roughly and shook off Charlotte's hand.
"So what? You expect me to buy it?"
It sounded plausible. Realistic.
That was all.
"I read the papers religiously. Never saw anything about Count Pigmon's downfall."
"...You don't believe us."
"Damn right I don't. Would you?"
I envied Lisa, gnawing away at her duck leg without a care. I just wanted to eat some damn meat.
What a mess these crazy bitches were making of everything.
"...Father."
"I said don't call me Father."
I channeled mana into the fork again.
Former Hero and Level 99 Aura Blade. The strongest in the world, no question.
No human could block this.
"Father."
"I said stop."
I'm still single. No kids.
Quit screwing with me, you bitches.
"Think I can't kick out long-term guests? Should I castrate you like I did Gunta and his crew? Think I won't because you're women? Think again."
"Father."
Charlotte started to say something. Her lips trembled.
Whatever it was, I'd hear this much and swing the fork.
But I couldn't swing. Shocking words came from Charlotte's mouth.
"We came from the future. That's how we know things that haven't happened yet."
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