Cheonsol's Pregnancy (4)
Cheonsol could not collect her thoughts.
It's so hot...
The average body temperature of a Vampir was thirty degrees. Held against a human body that felt like a furnace by comparison, she broke out in a sweat.
That much she could endure. But when his scorching breath tickled her chest, a sensation she had never experienced in her life washed over her—hot like being struck by Heat Yang Art, yet not painful, a feeling of her chest growing tight and full at once. Unable to hold it back, she let out a moan.
When the Mad Demon said something she reflexively argued back, but what followed left her even more dazed. Especially when that burning rod entered her pussy, her body went strange.
As a martial artist skilled enough to claim the position of cult leader, Cheonsol accurately perceived the changes in her body. Like an object sticking to ice, her flesh clung to his cock. Moving while stuck would surely cause wounds, yet thanks to her own love juices his cock slid smoothly. Every time that hot cock struck her womb, vibrations starting from her lower belly pounded through her head.
In the end Cheonsol could only become a single bitch and whimper. When liquid far hotter than the cock itself poured inside, she felt so good she worried her body might melt like ice cream.
“Huuuuh...”
When the cock that had filled her completely pulled out, she felt relief and regret at the same time.
If only he'd filled me a little more...
Cheonsol raised her internal energy to clear her mind. Idle thoughts needed moderation. She'd been violated by a man she'd met for the first time today—no matter how much she liked that human, was it normal to feel this way?
But Cheonsol had no more room to keep thinking. Her lower belly grew heavy, then her stomach swelled. She felt a new life throbbing inside.
“W-what is this?! What did you put in my belly?!”
“Semen.”
“Are you looking down on this lady? Even if this lady has no sexual experience, she received basic sex education! There's no way this lady would get pregnant from intercourse with another species...”
Cheonsol recalled. At the start of the battle, the Mad Demon had shouted Impregnate!
“Could it be... is it true? This lady is pregnant... Hng?!”
Pleasure similar to during sex but mixed with a little more pain crashed over Cheonsol. Something inside her that had grown a bit larger than an egg exited her womb.
“Hng, hnnng. Hyaaaah—”
Cheonsol put strength into her whole body and pushed the thing out. It was an instinctive action no one had taught her. The egg-sized object rolled inside her vagina, but it was cooler than the cock so the pleasure was less.
Meanwhile, Yohan swallowed as he watched Cheonsol lay her egg.
This is way too erotic.
Unlike Evrande, the egg was small so her belly didn't swell like a pregnant woman's. It only rose as much as when his cock was inside, and with nothing plugged into her pussy the inside was clearly visible.
The ceaselessly writhing vaginal muscles let him imagine their movements during sex. Every time the pale sky-blue egg emerged a little more, sweat flowed down Cheonsol's body and her expression twisted, making it even more erotic.
Pop.
“Huu...”
At last the egg came out. Yohan, who had been watching with rapt interest, quickly caught it.
“Congratulations. You laid a pretty egg.”
“What...”
Having exhausted all her strength laying the egg, Cheonsol couldn't speak properly.
“Are humans a species that lays eggs...”
“Mm. Not really, but you lay eggs because of my skill.”
“I see...”
Fatigue brought on the urge to sleep.
“You should admit defeat before sleeping.”
“Ah. I did not lose. A man's ejaculation is proof of climax, is it not? Once...”
Thinking about it, claiming she hadn't cum even once was too obviously a lie.
“This lady came about once.”
“Then it's a draw. To decide the winner, we'll have to go at it again.”
Do that intense act again? It had felt so good she nearly lost her mind, but she was too exhausted now. If they did it again she might faint. If she took more semen inside she might get pregnant again. She decided to admit it here.
“In truth this lady came several times. So many she could not count...”
“Now you're being honest. Let's get along well from now on.”
“Yes... this lady hopes to become Goddess Sophia's minion...”
With those words, Cheonsol lost consciousness.
When Cheonsol made her declaration, a book appeared in the air. Pages flipped with a fluttering sound as Sophia, without even glancing at it, rushed over to Cheonsol.
“Cheonsol! Heal!”
“How much time has passed?”
“Only a few seconds. I came to oversee the contract so hurry and put on some clothes!”
“!!!”
Cheonsol let out a silent scream and put on the clothes Sophia gave her. It was a one-piece dress that looked like something the Greeks would wear. Because she hadn't wiped off the semen, parts of the clothes stuck to her skin.
Sophia glared at me resentfully, so I whistled and averted my gaze.
“Whoa. The book looks amazing. It's gold. Pure gold? How much would it sell for if I tore it up?”
You would tear up the minion of the Golden Rule and sell it? Are you sane?
“Holy crap.”
The book talks. I was pretty startled.
“Yohan! That's not just a book! It's a minion of a high god called the Golden Rule who oversees contracts!”
“A book is a minion? What race is it?”
I am a Living Weapon. Humans have only seen Living Armor, so I shall forgive your many pages. Do not speak of tearing my pages.
“Ah, yes.”
If it wasn't real gold I had no interest. The golden book also lost interest in me.
Minion Cheonsol put up on the market by Absolu.
Does she wish to become minion of Goddess Sophia?
“She does.”
Was there any external pressure?
“We decided the match through a fair battle.”
Battle is recognized. Can Goddess Sophia immediately pay ten million Divinity?
“Lump sum is impossible. Lend it to me.”
Please wait a moment.
Light from the pages scanned Cheonsol.
Trust level: Normal
Excitement level: Abnormal
Does minion Cheonsol love Goddess Sophia?
“Absolutely not! To dare harbor feelings of affection for one's master! And same sex at that!”
Then. Hmm. I see. So it was. The mad human who tried to tear me. Your tastes are quite unique.
“When did you even see me to call me mad?”
“Yohan. Every person we meet calls you mad. Shouldn't you start being self-aware?”
“Accept the moniker Mad Demon already.”
Puhahaha!
The book split open so hard letters nearly flew out. I wanted to tear it apart.
Cheonsol's satisfaction is high and her sense of purpose firm.
30% discount rate applied.
Loan to Goddess Sophia: 7,000,000 Divinity
Annual interest rate: 1%
“Wow! Maximum discount rate and minimum interest rate!”
“Golden Book-nim...! I will never try to tear you again!”
I had fun too, mad human.
The golden book disappeared then reappeared.
I like handmade bookmarks. Preferably made directly by a skilled craftsman, and if a pretty female character is drawn on it I will buy it at a high price. Farewell.
The golden book truly disappeared. Sophia muttered.
“Otaku book...”
“Who's calling who mad. Not to be outdone. That means I should make bookmarks and sell them to it, right?”
“Probably?”
“The world is truly vast. A talking book was amazing enough, but to be so strange that even the Mad Demon calls it mad.”
“Absolu was even madder.”
“Ahem. He was a unique individual.”
Anyway, we recruited Cheonsol. Smiling brightly like a pure romance manga protagonist, I held out my hand to her.
“Then let's return to our home now.”
“It would have been cooler if you'd said that after putting down the egg. Is that egg truly my child? Is it not too small?”
“It is. Try holding it.”
Receiving the egg-sized egg, Cheonsol carefully brought her hand to it.
“It's a little warm. The warmth of your hand must remain.”
“It hatches within ninety days. Let's raise it well together.”
“Hehehe.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because it's funny. We haven't even married yet and a child has already come. Truly... I am glad to have become Goddess Sophia's minion.”
Even if she spoke like a heroine with a tragic past, I had no interest. What did a woman's past matter? As long as she was a virgin.
“Alright! Since we got a new minion, let's eat something delicious today! Want to go back to that tavern from earlier? Cheonsol, have you tried Sehrimnir?”
“I am hearing the name for the first time.”
“Let's go!”
The friendly dwarf proprietor recognized me and gave us freebies again. I even learned the recipe for whole-roast Sehrimnir from the dwarf auntie in charge of the kitchen.
“Since you learned it, buy some Sehrimnir hind-leg meat and go!”
“Goddess Sophia?”
“Uh... well... I'm full today so how about next time...?”
No money. Tears came because of the poor goddess Sophia.
“Our goddess has no money and only debt.”
“Oh dear. Then come do some part-time work now and then. I'll take better care of you than the hunting grounds.”
“Understood.”
No matter how well they paid, the profit would be less than the workshop. But I could learn new cooking recipes so I should come sometimes.
“It's getting late. Let's head back.”
“Yeah!”
“I look forward to seeing Goddess Sophia's domain.”
“Why are you using honorifics? I told you to speak casually!”
“How could I speak down to my master. This is more comfortable for me.”
“You heard that, Yohan?”
“Yeah, Sophia.”
“Ah seriously! Use honorifics!”
We returned to our sweet home. I felt like I was forgetting something. Since I couldn't remember, it was probably nothing important.
“Cult Leader... mad human... why did you abandon me...”
Breck, who had fainted and woken up, wiped his tears. He had been beaten by the mad human, fainted, and when he woke there was no one around.
He'd been abandoned. As he sobbed in despair, someone poked his shoulder.
“Cult Leader?”
“There you are. Finally found you.”
It was the beautiful craftsman he'd seen at the village workshop. Thick, short limbs like a dwarf. A woman, yet her beard was more abundant than his own—truly a magnificent woman.
“The guy named Yohan asked me to look after you. Tsk. If he'd asked earlier I could have skipped work during hours. Why did it have to be right at quitting time.”
“Th-then am I being hired at the workshop?”
“Even if you handle a hammer poorly, you can run errands, right?”
“Of course! I'll work hard at anything!”
“Don't cling. You'll die.”
As Breck got hit by the craftsman, he thought. She hits weaker than the mad human. Still, since this human introduced him to a new job, he should repay him later.