Chapter 171. Practicing Making a Baby
Chapter 171. Practicing Making a Baby
※※※Mature Content Warning※※※
After telling Laila I was going out to get some fresh air.
I wandered around outside for a bit, then headed to my parents' house, which wasn't far.
I didn't have any particular plan in mind, nor was I seeking serious advice.
─ Ding-dong.
"Oh? Son?"
My mother's surprised voice drifted through the crack in the front door.
She immediately glanced beside me.
"You came alone?"
"Yeah, I figured I'd stop by and see your faces for a change."
I walked inside naturally and sprawled on the living room sofa as comfortably as if it were my own home.
Dad, who had been tidying up cups in the kitchen, turned his head.
"Where's Laila? You came alone?"
"I was out getting some fresh air anyway, so I stopped by while I was at it."
At that, my mother narrowed her eyes as if she sensed there was more I wasn't saying.
Then she smiled gently and walked into the kitchen.
Soon she came back carrying a teacup with a faint wisp of steam rising from it and carefully set it down on the table in front of me.
"Did our son just miss seeing his mommy and daddy's faces?"
My mother grinned and asked playfully.
"Did you... maybe have a fight with Laila?"
I let out a small laugh as I lifted the teacup.
"What would Laila and I even have to fight about?"
But my mother wore a peculiar expression.
She noticed the way I wrapped my hands around the teacup, my tone of voice, my gaze—and slowly tilted her head.
"The way you're acting... it looks exactly like someone who had a marital spat and ran home to their parents."
I drank a sip of tea without a word.
"What's wrong? Do you have something on your mind?"
My mother quietly sat down on the sofa opposite me, watched me for a long moment, then asked carefully.
'She's my own mother, but... she's seriously uncanny...'
I carefully set the teacup down and cleared my throat.
"Ahem... well..."
Just as I was about to speak, Dad, having finished the dishes, naturally sat down beside Mom.
"Mom, back when you had me... was it really no big deal when you were making family plans and all that?"
Silence for a moment.
My father's eyes narrowed slightly, and my mother furrowed her brow and tilted her head.
"No, I mean... ugh... damn... how the hell do I put this?"
I was flustered.
Asking your own parents what it was like when they made 'you'...
"That... pregnancy, I mean... when you were pregnant with me... ah, this is getting even weirder..."
As my words got increasingly tangled, Dad, who had been listening beside me, held back laughter that was about to burst out.
"Kuhaha, our son is already talking about having children..."
My mother laughed too and chimed in.
"Why? Do you want a child but Laila is a little hesitant?"
But then my mother's expression turned serious.
"Hmm... knowing Laila's personality... she would never be the one hesitating. So our son is the one who's a little hesitant, is that it?"
I silently nodded at my mother's words.
"You... know that Emilia gave birth?"
At my question, both my parents nodded almost simultaneously.
"Of course. The child of an S-rank Hunter in America was born—there's no way someone who runs a guild wouldn't know."
Then I told them what I felt after watching Emilia's whole process.
My mother chuckled and said,
"Son, that's not something you need to worry about."
"?"
"Your mom isn't very good at sugarcoating things, so I'll be blunt with you. Pregnancy for a woman... honestly, it's hard. Do you know how much your dad struggled trying to accommodate my personality when I was carrying you?"
I carefully nodded at that.
"If Laila isn't emotionally ready yet and you're being pushy about it, that's a problem. But that's not the case, right? Then there's no problem at all."
"Still... Laila's only in her early twenties, you know?"
I spoke cautiously, but my mother laughed out loud and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Oh my, our son is such an old man, huh?"
Then she immediately added in a serious tone,
"Right now, you two have the means to raise a child, and knowing Laila's personality, she'd be amazing at raising a baby, don't you think?"
"Of course... not right this moment. I was just... thinking about the future."
"That's right. You're both still young. It's okay to enjoy life a little more and then have a child."
My serious demeanor.
Seeing that, my mother smiled and said,
"Our son disappeared and suddenly came back as a tanned delinquent, but it turns out he's a total hopeless romantic. Thank goodness."
"..."
"Pfft... and he brought home such a sweet girl as a daughter-in-law, no less?"
Mother.
What exactly were you implying...?
Still, my heart felt a little lighter.
I got up from my seat and prepared to leave.
Just as I was putting on my shoes at the front door and about to say goodbye, my father spoke from behind.
"Take care of your health. Back when we were trying to have you... it was really tough."
"...Back then, you were always busy with work..."
He cut me off firmly and shook his head.
"That's not it... I practically turned into a stud horse, trying to conceive you every single day... and back then I was just an ordinary person with no awakening or anything..."
"Honey!!!"
Before those words could even finish, my mother's hand came down on my father's back with a sharp smack!
"Is there anything you won't say in front of the child, honestly!!!"
I gently closed my eyes.
Like father, like son.
Ah, was that not the right expression for this?
"Our dear son~ Next time you come, I hope you bring some good news with you~"
I grinned.
It wasn't something I needed to worry about in the first place.
'Of course... I did still want to be all lovey-dovey with Laila for a while longer.'
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On the way home.
I stopped by a dessert shop that Laila liked and bought whatever caught my eye.
I exchanged brief greetings with the security personnel on the first floor, then took the elevator straight home.
─ Beep-beep-beep.
When I opened the door and stepped inside...
"Whoa...!?"
"You're back, Hoon?"
"Uh, that... uh...? What's with that outfit?"
Laila was standing there in an outrageous outfit.
Laila, wearing such a revealing outfit, smiled with her face flushed.
"Don't young moms with babies wear these kinds of clothes a lot?"
"...?"
I knew it well.
Five years before coming to Earth, I was heavily into videos with that exact concept...
─ Softly...
Laila stretched out both arms and threw herself into my embrace.
And then she whispered into my ear, her breath hot with excitement.
"I'd be totally fine with Hoon turning me into a mommy...♥"
"...!"
I used Hardening!
It was super effective...
"I know exactly what Hoon is worried about~"
"No, that's already..."
"Shh..."
Placing her index finger against my lips, Laila grinned.
"We're still young, right? Then..."
Laila leaned into me, slipping her leg between my thighs as I stood there awkwardly.
"Later tonight... how about we 'practice' making a baby?"
Seriously, what was I supposed to do with this minx of a girl?
The thought came to me unbidden as my hand moved toward Laila's Holy Power Pouch.
"Haa-ahh...!"
Laila's eyelids fluttered rapidly.
Then she gently grabbed my hand and guided it downward.
"Sweetheart, I still have so much to do, you know..."
"Right now, the only thing I can think about doing is you."
"Pfft..."
─ Chuuu♥
A deep kiss, neither too short nor too long.
Laila smiled like that and trotted off toward the kitchen with quick little steps.
A classic young-mom look.
A tight outfit that revealed every curve of her body.
The bra strap subtly peeking over her shoulder.
You couldn't see it, but those contours stirred up countless fantasies in a man's mind.
'Just like last time...'
How on earth did she find clothes that turn a man on like this...?
The outfit she wore last time—The Outfit That Destroys Innocence.
It was a bold piece with the entire back cut out.
'Haaah... now it's even worse because you could only see the silhouette...'
Laila deliberately locked eyes with me for a moment and lifted the corner of her mouth slightly.
And when she moved, when she did the dishes, she swayed her body with exaggerated softness.
'Ah, I seriously couldn't take this anymore...'
─ Clomp clomp...
I walked over to Laila, immediately grabbed her wrist, and turned her around.
And then I went straight for her lips...
─ Pat.
Once again, her index finger stopped my lips.
"I told you, I still have so much housework to do~♥"
Housework?
What could possibly be more important than a married couple making love...!
But then I understood.
Laila sometimes pulled these kinds of unpredictable plays.
"I'll just go clean the bathroom real quick, okay?"
"Th-that, I can do that, you know?"
"Hehe, you just rest a bit, darling~"
I was about to explode.
From inside, I could hear the sound of the shower spraying water and a brush scrubbing the walls.
─ Rumble rumble rumble...
I felt like the protagonist from some hero movie.
The scene where he took deep breaths and mastered his inner self so he did not turn into a green monster.
"Kyaah...!"
At that moment, I heard what was almost—but not quite—a scream from Laila in the bathroom.
Without thinking, I ran to the bathroom at the sound of her voice.
─ Bang!
"Laila, did you fall...?"
"I accidentally... dropped the showerhead and..."
A high ponytail that revealed her entire nape.
The stream of water ran down her neck and flowed into her breathtaking curves.
"I'm all soaked now♥"
An accident?
A laugh slipped out.
This was Laila's 'signal.'
"Heave-ho..."
Laila grabbed my hand and stood up.
And then she pushed me against the wall and spoke in a sticky voice.
"I'm drenched in water... so I should probably wash up a bit, don't you think...?"
As she said that, she stood on her tiptoes and lightly nibbled my earlobe.
My hand naturally moved, caressing Laila's lower body.
─ Sticky...
"Ha-ahht..."
"You're wet from the water, right...?"
Laila must have been holding back quite a bit herself, because she reacted so honestly with just a light touch.
Even so, she pressed herself even closer to me and said,
"Who knows...? You'll have to check for yourself♥"