Chapter 153
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 153
Chapter Title: Baby Seed Injection Practice (2)
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“...”
Sex referred to as "baby seed injection practice." Melphisa's shocking vocabulary left me momentarily flustered, but I cleared my throat and pressed on.
“...Ahem. I did promise someday to give you children, Melphisa... but don't you think starting baby seed injection practice right now is a bit premature?”
“S-Sorry... Young Master. I spoke out of turn...! Please forgive me...!!”
Melphisa tried to slam her head down again, but I'd anticipated it this time and caught her.
“...Melphisa... how many times do I have to tell you not to headbutt the floor? Do I really need to do it myself for you to stop?”
“...S-Sorry! ...Th-Then... will you hit me...? Since I must one day... bear your... h-heir... A-Anywhere but... my womb... is fine...”
Watching Melphisa deliver lines subtly different from our first meeting brought a chuckle to my lips.
“...Melphisa.”
“Yes! Young Master! If bare hands aren't enough, shall I use a whip? I've prepared one suited to your tastes!”
“...”
What on earth does she think of me, carrying around a spiked whip like that?
“...No need. I'll give you one more chance.”
“...Pardon? What kind of chance?”
“A chance to seduce me.”
“Ah...”
Melphisa lifted her head slightly, met my gaze, then bowed it deeply once more.
“...I-If... it's all right with you, Young Master... I want to... have a relationship... with you.”
So blatant and straightforward.
But perhaps because it was Melphisa.
It was alluring enough on its own, yet I couldn't help wishing she'd take a more aggressive approach.
“Hmm... Is that all? Nothing else prepared?”
“...Ah.... Um.... T-Today... I wore a skirt... hoping you'd look...”
Melphisa squeezed her eyes shut and lifted the hem of her skirt.
The black skirt fluttered enticingly, drawing the eye, but I feigned indifference and stroked my chin.
“Not quite enough.”
“...Eek.... Th-Then... I-Inside these clothes... are the piercings... you gave me... C-Could you check... if I've attached them... properly...?”
Unlike her trembling voice, Melphisa's face remained impassive as she undid her black jacket.
The disconnect between her expression and voice felt profoundly lewd.
“Mm... I'm about to succumb to the temptation.”
“...R-Really?!”
“Yes. Just a bit more.”
“...H-Here... keep going...?”
Her fingertips now trembled as if she'd truly reached her limit.
“S-Sorry! I... I can't think of anything else...”
“Ah... Well, can't be helped. I was nearly swayed, but we'll have to stop here?”
“...Ev-Every day...!!”
At the word "stop," Melphisa shouted reflexively and clutched my sleeve.
“...Hic! S-Sorry! For daring to touch your body...”
“No, it's fine. More importantly, what about every day?”
I asked, and Melphisa swallowed hard before slowly opening her mouth.
“....Every day... while imagining receiving... your seed... I masturbated...”
Her voice, erotic enough to make my heart pound, sent blood rushing southward.
“Today too?”
“...Yes. I did...”
“When?”
“R-Right before coming to meet you...”
Melphisa's impassive face teetered on the brink of crumbling from shame.
Seeing it, I took a step closer to her, extended my right index finger, and circled the area around her nipple.
“...Hng♥”
Even through her clothes, the presence of the piercing was unmistakable to my fingertip.
“Melphisa. Our encounters good enough to masturbate to thoughts of me every day?”
“...Hng... Yes... Young Master... No matter how... ngh!... hard I tried to hold back... memories of that day... wouldn't fade... ngh...”
“Hmm, so you masturbated to me without my permission...”
“...Haa... ngh... S-Sor...ry... P-Please for...give...♥”
Hearing her voice shrink amid the pleasure pushed me to my own limit.
“With temptation like this, even I can't hold back. Shall we?”
I lightly flicked my finger against Melphisa's piercing.
“...Haaaang...♥ Y-Yes... Th-Thank you, Young Master.”
Melphisa didn't beam with joy.
Her face remained as impassive as ever, even after all this.
Yet somehow, her delight shone through crystal clear.
‘...So, where to do it?’
The dorm risked Lucia or Vivian barging in. The old classroom felt wrong for something beyond tamer-client relations—I wanted somewhere nicer.
Then, as if reading my mind, Melphisa spoke up.
“...Y-Young Master...?”
“Yes, Melphisa. What is it?”
“...I-If it's all right... would you enter my shadow...? I-It's... prepared... for our... relationship.”
Her words hit me like a blow to the head.
Sex inside a shadow? I hadn't even imagined it.
Shadows were the Pavolier bloodline magic, after all.
Only those with Pavolier blood could enter them.
‘...Like that time testing briefly with Lucia...’
Even pressed skin-to-skin, she'd bounced off like a sieve, while I slipped inside alone.
But Melphisa and I both carried Pavolier blood.
Of course we could both enter.
‘Incestuous sex in a shadow... the ancestor who created shadow magic must be wailing in his grave...’
I started to offer a moment of silence to the ancestor but immediately aborted.
Truth be told, we were distant enough cousins that formal marriage was possible—no need for guilt.
‘...Even if we were closer, it's far too late to care.’
Step-mother Garcia shared no blood, so that was fine, but half-sister Reika was undeniably taboo.
Thinking of Reika conjured her voice calling from somewhere.
“...Y-Young Master... did I overstep again...?”
Having drifted into other thoughts and gone quiet, Melphisa shrank in anxiety.
I flashed a warm smile to reassure her.
“No. Great idea. I'll enter your shadow, then.”
“...Y-Yes! I'll follow right after.”
Melphisa nodded, so I stepped onto her shadow.
"Devour - Shadow"
The moment I chanted, the floor gave way, my legs sinking soundlessly into the shadow.
Swoosh—
“...Wow.”
Surveying the inside of Melphisa's shadow, I let out a gasp of admiration.
‘Totally different from before...’
When I'd glimpsed it while learning shadows from the imperial family, Melphisa's had been stark and barren from guilt over using a "direct lineage" technique.
...But now it was opulent, like an entire hotel suite transplanted inside.
‘Bathtub... wardrobe... even fruit brought in... and that...’
The massive bed smack in the center exuded sheer presence.
‘...How the hell did she fit that?’
It was easily big enough for five of me sprawled out arms wide.
No way to swallow something that size into a shadow, stretched or not.
“...Y-Young Master.”
No answers forthcoming from my pondering, I turned to Melphisa, who'd followed me in.
“Melphisa.”
“Yes... Sh-Should I undress?”
“No, I'll strip you. Ah, you have a change of clothes ready?”
“Yes, prepared in advance.”
“Then, it's fine to rip them off without undressing? Tried it recently—kinda appealing.”
“...Ah... Yes... Understood.”
Perhaps the shadow's boundaries relaxed her guard; I could see her cheeks flush.
Her expressions came alive far more vividly than outside—nice to see.
“Before we get to it, one thing I'm curious about...”
“Yes, Young Master. Ask away.”
I pointed at the bed.
“How'd you get that in? Way too big to swallow with shadow.”
“Ah....”
She scratched her cheek at my question.
“...Bought... materials... assembled it.”
“That huge bed?”
“...Yes... All the furniture in here, I assembled myself.”
I drew in a sharp breath at her answer.
“...Do you normally live in your own shadow?”
“Ah... No... Usually Her Highness Liana's shadow.”
I knew as much. Her nominal role was princess's guard, so spending most time there made sense.
“...So why go all out decorating like this?”
I asked with genuine curiosity, and Melphisa twiddled her fingertips, face turning red.
“...Th-Thinking... maybe today... I could... with you, Young Master... so I prepared...”
“....”
So she'd assembled all this on the mere possibility of sex?
‘Her earlier words too... Melphisa's not exactly normal...’
Despite meeting plenty of people, I couldn't recall anyone else in this world with a healthy libido besides me.
“...I-If it's burdensome... sorry...”
Not wanting to hurt her after all that effort, I smiled brightly.
“It's fine, Melphisa. Shall we begin the ‘baby seed injection practice’?”
Using her own phrasing on purpose, Melphisa shyly covered her face with both hands before replying.
“...Yes... Young Master.”