Chapter 157
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 157
Chapter Title: Baby Juice Injection Practice (6)
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Chwaaak—
Warm water poured down from my head, washing away the fatigue built up in my body in an instant.
“...I’m... done washing. Young Master.”
Melphisa spoke with her head bowed low, avoiding my gaze.
After going at it so intensely, she was still embarrassed to bare herself.
I smiled brightly, towel in hand.
“Thank you, Melphisa. Now it’s my turn to wash you.”
“N-No...! I... I can wash myself!”
“I can wash myself too, but you did it for me.”
“Th-That’s... because it’s you, Young Master. I can’t burden you over some collateral branch nobody...”
Her constant self-deprecation tugged at something inside me.
“It’s no burden at all. I want to wash you, so sit down already.”
“...I-It’s really fine. How could someone like me... dare... Eek!”
I grabbed her flailing waist and pulled her down in front of me by force.
“...Y-Young Master! Th-This... really isn’t right. A direct heir washing a collateral like me... it’s forbidden...!”
“Melphisa. Hush.”
I furrowed my brow and spoke in a low tone. She trembled as she replied.
“S-Sorry... for my insolence...”
“I’m not washing some collateral branch. I’m washing the prospective head of House Pavollier.”
“...Huh?”
She mulled over my words for a second before letting out a piercing shriek.
“W-What... do you mean!! M-Me...! Head of House Pavollier!? Th-That’s absurd...!”
While she reeled, I worked soap into the towel, lathering it thick.
“Why the shock? It’s only natural.”
“H-How could I not be!? A worthless collateral like me...”
—Swish —Swish
I scooped up the foam and massaged it into her hair.
Her locks slipped through my fingers like the finest silk, soft and smooth.
“I’m disappointed, Melphisa. You begged for my baby juice in words alone. Looks like you never meant to actually bear my child.”
“...Y-Young Master... why... bring that up... so suddenly... I really do want your child...”
Her shoulders shook, a flicker of hurt in her voice.
I combed through her hair with my fingers as I went on.
“Then answer me. If you bore my child, that kid would one day lead House Pavollier, right?”
“...Yes. Unlike me, the child would carry the true Pavollier bloodline.”
“But even true blood can’t lead from the cradle. Someone has to hold the seat until they grow up.”
“Yes, you’re right.”
“Which means you’re next in line for head of House Pavollier.”
She spun around to lock eyes with me.
“Keep those eyes open, Melphisa, and you’ll get bubbles in them.”
“...Y-Young Master... do you mean it?”
“Yeah, stung like hell when it got in mine earlier.”
“...N-Not that! Head of Pavollier!”
“That too.”
“Y-Young Master!! You should be the head! How could trash like me...”
I pinched her cheeks and stretched them wide as she flailed in panic.
“Calm down, Melphisa.”
“...Ywoung Mawster...?”
Her goofy face and noises drew a snicker from me.
I let go and continued.
“I’ve got the Calliope name. Can’t lead Pavollier. Truth is, I only carry main house blood—I don’t love Pavollier like you do.”
Facts were facts.
Pavollier meant little to me beyond my late mother’s house.
Reviving it was for Melphisa’s sake, not some deep attachment of mine.
“...Melphisa Pavollier. You’re the only one fit to carry the name forward.”
“B-But... trash like me...”
“No more ‘trash’ talk. You’re no trash to me.”
“Young Master...”
I soaped her scalp meticulously, meeting her gaze.
“...If head’s too much, just hold it till our kid’s grown. That doable?”
Done lathering, I poured warm water over her head.
“You and... my child... leading Pavollier...”
Reality sinking in, she murmured my words back.
Droplets trailed down her bangs.
“...Unrelated question. How many kids do you want, Melphisa?”
Foam on my hands again, I cleaned between her fingers.
She wriggled them ticklishly before answering.
“Eek... At least... five... if possible... ten...”
“...”
I was at a loss for words.
I’d figured three tops. Ten?
‘Tough road ahead.’
One a year? That’s a decade.
Twins every time? Five years.
“That’s... a lot.”
“...To rebuild Pavollier, we need numbers... Ah! N-Not just kids to prop up the house!!”
“Sure?”
“...As... a woman... I want your children too...”
She peeked at me, fingertips brushing.
I chuckled.
“...Ten it is. Gonna take real effort.”
“I-I’ll give it everything!”
No clue if effort seals it, but her wish was mine to grant.
Arms and shoulders done, I lathered her breasts.
“Hnng... Y-Young Master...♥ Th-There... I’ll do it...”
“Stay put. Someday it’ll feed our kids—I need to inspect. Taste test first?”
I latched onto her nipple and sucked.
The hard piercing teased my tongue with every lick.
“Suck... suck... You call this proper care, Melphisa? Tasteless.”
“...Y-Young Master... not... pregnant yet... n-no milk...”
“No milk? Make some! Prospective head whining like this?”
“...S-Sorry... Hnng...!♥ Y-Young M-Master... too much...”
I ignored her protests, sucking on. She even fussed— so unlike her.
“Alright, alright. I’ll stop.”
“...Haa... haa... Thank you.”
I pulled her close, whispering to her pout.
“Melphisa. Stopping now—but once I wrap my goals and you’re pregnant, milk flowing...”
I trailed off. She gulped hard.
“...You begging won’t make me stop.”
She fidgeted, voice tiny.
“St-Still... save some... for the kids... please?”
“Hahaha, deal. Kids get theirs.”
Chwaaak—
“You can wait that long, right, Melphisa?”
Last words said, I rinsed the suds from her body.
“All done. Good work.”
“...Thank you, Young Master. Towel for you.”
Deep bow, towels in hand—she rushed to dry me off.
Swish— Swish—
“...”
Silent toweling for ages. Our eyes met—she tiptoed up for a sudden kiss.
“...I’ll wait as long as it takes. Young Master.”
First time for her. I blinked in surprise; she held my gaze.
“Till the day you claim every goal...”
She dropped to one knee before me.
“Melphisa Pavollier pledges to stand by your side.”
Pure oath—no force, no self-hate.
“...Thank you, Melphisa.”
Sincere words as I lifted her, toweling her hair.
Drying along, her toes curled. She peeked up slyly.
“...Um... Young Master?”
“Yes, Melphisa.”
“...No rush on... knocking me up... that’s fine... b-but... sometimes... baby juice injection... practice... with me... I wouldn’t mind...”
“Sometimes?”
I prodded. Her head plunged like her neck might snap.
“...F-Frequent... would be better...”
I smirked.
“Got it. I’ll visit whenever free.”
“Th-Thank you, Young Master!”
Whisper in her joyful ear.
“...How’s now?”
“N-No practice for a bit is fine!”
I burst out laughing at her freak-out.