Chapter 329: Pregnancy Rush
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 329: Pregnancy Rush
Although she had been examined by the Saint, Azyeth also saw a doctor for a second opinion, just to be sure.
He gave the same diagnosis as Elize.
Azyeth was pregnant.
She was carrying her master Karami’s child.
Normally, the typical reaction to a pregnant slave would be one of pity, but the Slave Reaper’s slaves were a special case.
Far from pitying Azyeth, the members of the merchant group offered their heartfelt congratulations.
“Congratulations, Princess!”
“The Princess is pregnant! I can’t believe it. I heard it’s a girl. She’ll be gorgeous, just like you!”
“Thank you… everyone.”
It was truly a joyous occasion.
Azyeth’s pregnancy brought various changes to the merchant group.
Special care was needed in the early stages. Azyeth suffered from severe morning sickness, so a special diet was created just for her.
It was so severe that she, a woman who normally wouldn’t stir until Karami woke her, would tiptoe out of her room in the dead of night and head for the kitchen.
“What brings you to the kitchen at this hour, Princess?”
“Grapes…”
“Oh my! We have grapes. We have other fruits, too. Just tell us whatever you’re craving. We can make any dish you desire.”
Seeing her arrive in her sleepwear and make her shy request was enough to bring a smile to anyone’s face.
Among the many things that changed, however, the one who changed the most was Karami himself.
I’m a father?
He’d never once used contraception during his relations with the slaves. He had simply reveled in his carnal desires, finishing inside them wantonly.
It wasn’t irresponsible pleasure taken without a thought for the consequences. In fact, he could indulge precisely because he was prepared for them. Thus, the possibility of a slave becoming pregnant was something he had already anticipated.
It was just that, now that it was a reality, it felt a little different.
Still, he couldn’t afford to panic, not as a father and a master. If he did, the expectant mother would be the one to grow anxious.
He had to pay special attention to Azyeth’s care.
“Everyone, as you know, Azyeth is with child. This is a time when we must be especially careful and give her our full attention.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Don’t be jealous that I’m only taking care of Azyeth.”
“Hey, there are things to be jealous of and things not to be. You really think we’d be jealous of a pregnant woman? What do you take us for?”
“Of course, right? It seems I underestimated you all.”
And so, Karami’s dedicated care for Azyeth began in earnest.
He would wake a whining Azyeth in the morning and soothe her, eat meals with her, and take walks with her. At night, he would read her fairy tales.
It seemed like his routine was the same as ever, but the amount of time the two of them spent attached at the hip had increased significantly.
Originally, he had to allocate his time among all the slaves, but ever since Azyeth’s pregnancy, he had devoted himself entirely to her.
Even now.
In this weather, the sticky feeling of holding hands should have been unpleasant, but they paid it no mind, strolling through the garden with their hands clasped tightly.
The smiles never left their lips.
The other slaves watched from a distance. While it was a cause for celebration, for them, it was a source of displeasure.
To think I wasn’t the first to carry the master’s child.
Just a few days ago, they had been the ones by his side, but now they were reduced to mere spectators.
Azyeth was monopolizing the love and attention that had once been directed at them.
This was the fate of those who had lost the pregnancy race.
Alfia let out a deep sigh.
“I feel like I tried really hard, so why didn’t it happen for me?”
“You’re an elf, Alfia. The chances of conception between different species are extremely low.”
“This is unfair. I’m confident I can get pregnant easily, too. This is species discrimination.”
“Should have been born human, then.”
“You’re human and you still lost.”
“…”
Narsha fell silent at the irrefutable point.
This had been a golden opportunity to solidify her position as Karami’s most precious slave. She couldn’t contain her frustration at having missed a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
“Do we really have to just stand by and watch like this? For ten months?”
“No way.”
“Then do you have a plan?”
“…”
A plan.
Rin couldn’t think of one.
“There is one,” Narsha said, an idea dawning on her.
“What is it?”
“We just have to get pregnant, too. Then the Master will have no choice but to treat us all the same as before.”
“I want to, but it’s not something that happens just because I want it to. It’s pure luck. Besides, I’m an elf, and I only get to do it once a week.”
To increase the chances of pregnancy, you had to do it often. But the slaves only got one turn a week.
If things went wrong, it was possible they might never have a child in their lifetime.
Narsha, having anticipated Alfia’s complaint, offered a simple and clear solution.
“Then isn’t the answer just to do it more often?”
*
“And so the prince and princess had a child and lived happily ever after.”
The room glowed softly in the light of a lantern.
As always, Karami read from the fairy tale book.
Even after hearing it hundreds of times, Azyeth never once grew tired of it.
She adored the story of Snow White; it was a treasure more precious than anything in the world. And with Karami himself reading it to her, what more could she possibly need?
The reality of becoming a mother herself left Azyeth with a mix of emotions, but she was incredibly excited, looking forward to the day she could read Snow White to her own child.
She would surely love it.
If she was her daughter.
“I’ll be going now. Sleep well.”
“Okay. You too, Rami.”
Peck.
He gave her a light kiss and left the room. As much as he wanted to stay by her side, his position as master didn’t allow it.
He couldn’t deny that by caring for Azyeth all day, he had neglected the other slaves.
At the very least, he had to keep up with his nightly duties.
He entered his room and opened the door. Someone was already there, waiting in his bedroom.
Originally, today was Azyeth’s turn, but that was skipped due to her pregnancy. Since the time they spent together had increased so dramatically, her turn was skipped as well.
That meant it should have been the next in line, Mirabelle’s turn.
“Why are all of you here?”
Elize, Alfia, Rin, and Narsha were lying on the bed, chatting away. And they were all in seductive lingerie, ready for a night of passion.
“We’ve been thinking. The only reason we have turns is because we were fighting over you, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Which means if we don’t fight, we don’t need turns.”
“What are you trying to say?”
Rin answered with a playful smile in her eyes.
“So, we’ve reached an agreement. We won’t fight, and we’ll share our turns amicably. From now on, the five of us will come to you together, every single day.”
“…What?”
“And for your information, this will continue until all of us are pregnant.”
Not enough chances?
Then just increase them.
If they all worked together, they could increase their once-a-week sessions fivefold.
Now that was magic.
“Wait a minute, everyone. I understand why you’re doing this, but I’m only human. Once a man is satisfied to a certain extent, he… stops functioning.”
“Have you forgotten that Rin is a gumiho? I’ll turn you, and us, into fools who can think of nothing but pursuing pleasure. There’s no chance of you going soft midway. Don’t worry.”
“Even so, taking on all of you every day is physically and energetically impossible…”
“Don’t worry, Master. You have me,” Elize said. “I’ll restore you completely. All you have to do is enjoy yourself.”
“…”
Finally grasping the situation, Karami hurriedly tried to leave the bedroom and go to Azyeth, but—
Thud.
The door slammed shut. Mirabelle, who had positioned herself behind him, was now blocking the doorway.
“Mirabelle?”
“I’m sorry, Master. I’m always on your side, but this time, I just feel so bad for the others.”
“Is that all?”
“They said they’d help me later if I helped them this time. Hehe.”
Mirabelle stuck out her tongue and gave a cute laugh.
Then, she conjured a screen with magic. The faces of Alfia, Rin, Narsha, and Elize appeared, and below each was a diagram of a uterus.
“This is the current status of the four of them. You can leave once you’ve fertilized them all. Oh, and I’m just an observer, so you don’t have to worry about me.”
A room you couldn’t leave until you got them pregnant.
Karami was trapped.
The slaves slid off the bed and approached him, whispering in his ear with sweet voices.
“We’ll be in your care tonight, Master. We’ll do our absolute best to serve you, so… it’s okay if you’re rough like last time.”
“Darling, do your best. I’ll swallow every last drop, so pour it into me without holding back♡”
“Master, that promise we made last time. Shall we fulfill it today?”
“Master, isn’t Rin’s belly so pretty? From now on, you’re going to make this belly swell up. Doesn’t just imagining it get you excited?”
The slaves were determined to seduce him.
The thread of Karami’s patience snapped.
“All of you, get on the bed, face down. It seems I need to educate these insolent slaves.”
“Yay~!”
A midsummer night’s passionate affair, far hotter than the summer heat, began.
With Rin’s seduction, Elize’s blessing, and even intermittent rehydration with spirit water, it was truly a perpetual motion machine.
For three days, they had sex nonstop from night to morning. Thanks to his tireless efforts—to the point the slaves’ bellies were full—he was able to achieve his goal.
Time passed, and the seasons turned, again and again.
Seven years flew by in a flash.