Chapter 70
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: The Hero Who Wants to Make a Baby
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Ashy spread her legs on the bed.
She boldly exposed her intimate area.
Even though I saw it plenty of times before, today it felt more embarrassing than usual.
I approached Ashy and settled between her thighs.
Ashy grabbed my cock and pressed it against her pussy opening.
She moved with urgent efficiency, like she couldn't hold back any longer.
Her slick pussy lips brushed against my shaft.
Her soft thighs and ass pressed against my body.
With insertion all but ready, I looked at Ashy.
Ashy grinned and spoke up.
"...You know this is just once today, right? Savor every bit of it?"
I had nothing to say.
Her treating her own body like some kind of meal had me letting out a dry chuckle.
"Almost lost my hard-on."
"I'm not kidding. For an Ashy who's never known cock, this moment is her first and last."
That's why virginity matters so much.
It's like painting the first stroke on a pristine canvas, or leaving the first footprint in untouched snow.
Once that line is drawn, it can never be erased.
The snowfield stained by someone only grows darker with time.
"First and last."
"Yeah, first and last."
Ashy whispered after me.
I could feel how tense she was.
"From now on, we'll be spending a very long time together. I've got no plans to let you go, so we'll stick it out until death do us part."
"Ooh..."
"In all that time, the pure Ashy won't exist anymore. After today, you'll be my woman... having sex every day, gaining experience—you'll get real skilled."
We had so much time ahead of us.
Death felt impossibly distant.
Even just once a day added up to an insane number.
With Ashy's personality, though, it sure as hell wouldn't stop there.
She'd torment me until she got bored of it herself.
Ashy's pussy would get pierced by my cock over and over, wearing down bit by bit.
No matter how amazing her regeneration was, it had its limits.
The virgin shape would vanish completely.
The wide-eyed, terrified Ashy staring blankly at my huge cock—she'd be gone for good.
Instead, I'd be the one freaking out and running away.
That's just the natural progression of man-and-wife relations.
"I'm more nervous than I've ever been. Actually, scratch that—this is the second time my heart's pounded like this."
"...When was the first?"
"When I saw you getting ravaged by the Demon King with my own eyes."
Ashy looked glum for a moment.
She must have recalled the scene of first-round Kang Ajin dying, unbidden.
Ashy pulled herself together in an instant and looked up at me.
She tilted her head slightly, glancing down at my crotch.
The glans was hooked right at her pussy entrance.
I could feel her pussy clenching tight from the opening alone.
It had the grip to grind a finger to bits.
The urge to thrust in right now twisted inside me.
We were in perfect position—just one push of my hips, and I'd bury it deep—but I held back with everything I had.
Ashy grabbed a pillow and propped herself up with it.
She finished her preparations to take me and steadied her breathing.
"Anyway, you only get one first time. So focus and feel it all. How the walls squeeze, how hot it gets inside..."
"Got it. I'll savor it."
"And submit a review afterward."
"What?"
Ashy's words left me utterly baffled.
Write a review of her pussy after fucking? What the hell kind of nonsense was that?
Ashy muttered with dead seriousness.
"I've been thinking about it."
"About what?"
"Puppy, why don't you keep a diary anymore?"
"A diary?"
Paper's not exactly easy to come by in this world.
It's not impossible.
But blowing it on a diary? Kinda wasteful.
If it's rare, sure—but otherwise, meh.
Putting that aside, though.
I just didn't see the point.
"You used to write them religiously. Didn't skip a single day, even before we met."
"For real? From when?"
"Pretty sure it started when you got sold to Gertong. Memory's fuzzy, though. Honestly can't remember clear. These days are so happy... the bad times just fade away fast."
"Yeah?"
First-round Kang Ajin wrote in his diary every single day.
Timeline-wise, it looked like he'd started right after landing in this world.
Why bother?
Probably to record his feelings.
Put down all the painful emotions, to read back later someday.
I knew exactly what was going through his head.
Having been through it myself once, I couldn't not know.
'...You were really going through hell, weren't you, Kang Ajin.'
His heart made perfect sense to me.
Memories from the day the slave trader nabbed me came flooding back vivid as ever.
That day was as real as it got.
One slip-up, and it'd been straight off the cliff into doom.
Suddenly my gut twisted.
Emotions welled up fierce.
I gazed down at Ashy, soft and steady.
Naked under me, the one girl ready to give me everything.
I just stared, lost in it.
Ashy's face started flushing redder by the second.
"W-Why're you looking at me like that?"
"...Just am."
If Ashy hadn't shown up at the auction house, what would've become of me?
Sold off to Gertong, getting fucked like some rent boy?
If Ashy hadn't managed to regress, what kind of ending would've we met?
This story's all about the protagonist Luke.
An unchosen heroine tossed aside by the readers, and me—a total nobody...
Gave me chills.
The lines between rounds blurred.
Was regression turning back time, rewinding the world?
Or just hopping across endless parallel worlds?
The humiliations first-round Kang Ajin endured overlapped onto me.
The thought that I could've been right there in his shoes made my knees buckle.
"Ugh, uuuu! This is weird. Feels off! That melancholic stare. Nooo, cut it out! You're gonna make me sad too."
"Hey, I was just getting a little sentimental... What's with the sudden interruption."
"No sad faces. My Puppy's never allowed to cry. I'll protect you—no tears from those eyes, ever."
Ashy yanked my wrist.
My glans slipped free from her pussy entrance.
I tumbled onto her, nearly toppling over.
Ashy wrapped her arms tight around my back.
"What's the deal? Writing a diary or not—does it make that big a difference?"
"Difference? Hell yeah."
Back in elementary school, I wrote my first diary ever.
Forced summer homework—just scribbling enough letters to fill the page.
Years later, grown up, I stumbled across that old diary by chance.
Gloomy memories and feelings fade eventually.
It's the human system's way of keeping us going.
Through that diary, I was talking to my future self.
That's how it felt, at least.
The pages crammed with dour emotions were annoying as hell to read.
But as an adult, leafing through my innocent kid worries made me grin with pride.
Clapping for the me who'd made it through those rough patches unscathed.
So whenever the present got tough and draining, I'd pick up the diary habit again.
Even in the army, I faithfully jotted down my feelings day by day.
By discharge, flipping through it just had me cracking up.
And like it was the most natural thing, I applauded my lowly private self.
First-round Kang Ajin poured his heart out daily.
Couldn't make it without it—the pain was that bad—and hoping his future self, who'd conquered it all, would skim it lightly someday.
Just wanting to reach out to that tough survivor down the line.
Knowing that mindset made the weight of his diary hit me hard.
I knew too damn well the feelings behind every word he scratched down—and it made me feel guilty.
Wondered if I even deserved this kind of luxury.
I pulled Ashy into my arms and murmured.
Letting my honest voice spill out.
"Simple reason I'm not writing one: no need."
"Why?"
"'Cause I'm living in the lap of luxury right now. No point."
"......"
I'm not unhappy these days.
The guy who's snagged the world's greatest stroke of luck calling himself miserable? That's straight-up lying.
So yeah, I'm grateful.
Grateful to the Ashy who came back from regression.
Grateful to the one who endured all that hell in my place.
"Writing diaries back before the regression... means I was hurting bad enough to wanna leave those feelings behind. Reaching out to the version of me who'd toughed out the trials."
"......"
"That's why no need now. Some hero smashed all the trials for me—nothing to write about. Like summer homework."
"...Uh..."
Ashy clamped down on my ass.
The sudden grip jolted my head up.
It'd been a pretty serious confession on my part.
Expressing my thanks to the girl demanding a post-sex review.
But why right this second?
Ashy stared at me, cheeks blooming pink.
Her mouth corners twitching like mad.
Her nostrils flaring wild.
"So, it's because I came back... that Puppy's happy instead of miserable?"
"...If we're parsing it that way, yeah."
"Meeting me? Marrying me? Not bothering to diary our time together—that's the same vibe?"
"...No reason felt worth writing it down. This life's pretty damn good, if you ask me."
Ashy started panting hard.
"Hngh, huuu, haaaaa..."
"Huh?!"
She threw her arms around my neck, shuddering hard.
Her huge tits mashed against my chest.
Her rock-hard nipples poked clear through.
Ashy's legs locked around my waist.
Like a giant anaconda crushing me.
"Guh...!"
Breath cut off.
At this rate, I'd die a virgin for sure.
"Hah, hah! H-Hey...! What the hell, springing this sudden!"
"Fuck, it's Puppy's fault for getting me all riled up."
"What?"
Just as the River of Three Roads came into view...
I wriggled free of Ashy's chokehold.
"Ashy?!"
Ashy let go and rolled us over in one big flip.
Blinked, and suddenly I was the one flat on the bed.
Before I could even chew her out, Ashy came back with a tool straight out of the filthiest playbook.
"Can't take it anymore. Gotta have you."
"W-Wait a sec... You said to savor the first time...? It was my turn for sure. So why..."
"Grrrr! Blame yourself and that horny scent! Order doesn't matter—I'm fucking you first!"