Dad Is Awesome! (9)

The Spirit Horse's torn abdomen stained the sand black. Its long spine lay exposed like a backbone a doctor had set out on an operating table.

"Cha-ha!"

Regrettably, Cha-cha launched herself into the air and minimized the damage from being thrown. If her body had been intact she would have attacked before she even landed, but even after using Self-Healing she was still busy dealing with the phantom pain left behind, and she missed her timing.

When I lifted the foot that had been buried deep in the ground, grains of sand slipped out between my toes. I had definitely been wearing shoes. Just how powerful had that lance charge been, that the foot serving as my support had been shattered and the shoe itself torn apart?

"Not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bad."

I didn't answer. I steadied myself and watched Cha-cha's presence. Her feet, unable to fully bear the weight of that heavy armor, sank slightly into the sand. The Spirit Horse had never even allowed sand to cling to its hooves—did she have some racial trait that ignored gravity?

"I can't remember the last time my beloved steed took damage this severe—beyond any hope of repair. You weren't just some lunatic after all."

The deathly aura that had been flickering across the Death Knight's entire body drew inward and settled. The air around us turned frigid; white breath puffed from my lips.

"You even give off the same atmosphere as I do. Lord Chichiking. Please release my aura."

"Very well..."

Whatever Chichiking did, a chill ran down my spine. I couldn't sense it, yet something ominous stirred. So this was a Domain.

"Sophia, you don't have anything like that?"

"Sorry..."

"Mad Demon, hang in there!"

Sophia was completely useless, but Lan-lan-i's cheer gave me real strength. Ominous or not—so what?

Victory in a battle was simple. Knock the other guy down first and you win.

"You mad human. I will show you my true self—as a Death Knight Lord and former princess knight."

"She's declaring her true form..."

She really was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the strongest bitch I'd faced so far. Now I understood why the small fry in comics always charged the protagonist first. Sensing the pressure of Cha-cha's true declaration, they struck first out of sheer crisis. Even I, who was no small fry, had no choice but to take the initiative.

"All good things must end, and every parting is followed by a meeting!"

"You open with something that grand?!"

Cha-cha fell for the random nonsense spilling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from my mouth and dropped into a defensive stance. Thanks to that I closed the distance without a single interruption. My sword was broken in half, so I had to fight with my fists—distance control was everything. They say starting is half the battle, so this fight was already half won.

It felt a waste to say something and then do nothing, so I flung the half-broken longsword like a dagger.

"Cha-hap!"

Cha-cha deflected the broken blade and flew into a rage.

"There was no power behind it at all! You tricked me!"

"The one who got tricked is the idiot."

I closed in until a simple snap of my hips would let me hit her crotch. Cha-cha hurriedly swung her longsword to drive me off, but I wasn't stupid enough to open the advantageous gap I had just created with pure cunning.

Whoooosh—

The longsword passed right over my head, scattering cold. The chill was stronger than expected; my body grew slightly sluggish.

"How do you like the Aura of Slowing?"

Unable to throw a punch, I simply rolled across the ground. Frozen grains of sand scraped my neck and burrowed into my clothes. It stung a little, but it beat getting hit by the sword. The longsword, which had stopped just short of burying itself in the sand, traced an elegant arc and chased after me.

"Give flesh to take bone!"

I was about to launch a tackle, ready to take one hit, when my body suddenly locked up.

Thump.

My heartbeat slowed. As blood flow grew sluggish, my body dulled further and the invading cold sank in even harder.

Crunch.

The longsword smashed through my ribs and buried itself in my body. Beneath the helmet, Cha-cha's lips curved into a crescent.

"It's over."

The shock of broken ribs spread through my entire body. The cold that had invaded my insides froze my blood vessels. With my body even slower, the next sword strike was already falling. It was the crisis of a lifetime, yet with a mind as cold as my body I found a path to survival.

"Self... Healing..."

I restored my heart and ribcage and twisted my body just a fraction. Thinking it was finished, Cha-cha had let her guard down; her blade only sliced through my shoulder joint and passed by.

"You used a recovery skill again! Coward!"

An undead who rode around on a horse calling someone else a coward.

Thanks to Cha-cha's carelessness our bodies pressed together. I'd said I would give flesh to take bone, but instead I'd given bone and ended up in a hug. Still, once I had her, I had already won. While using Self-Healing I prepared to activate Impregnating—

"Dad...! You can't die!!"

Lan-lan-i's cheer exploded like a scream and slammed into my eardrums. Was the pain so bad I was hearing things?

First things first. Regenerating my arm, I locked onto Cha-cha. Then I recalled a Death Knight technique. In the game, Death Knights were excellent with swords, but they also had an evasion skill prepared for ultra-close combat.

"Let go!"

"I'm never letting go."

The Death Knight smashed the pommel of her sword into my back and kicked my abdomen with her greaves, but I refused to release her.

"Wow! Mad Demon is alive!"

A second ago she called me Dad—why was it Mad Demon again? Gritting my teeth, I held on to Cha-cha.

Death Knights had a technique that was called an evasion skill but was really a grab. Some developer high on the idea that "a knight must never show his back" had made it, yet the hitbox was generous and it was great for counters, so I'd used it as a reliable meal ticket.

"Muscle Destruction Technique!"

I lifted Cha-cha and slammed her head-first into the ground! In my heart I was a world-class strongman, but Cha-cha was simply too heavy. Even with the sevenfold strength boost from Impregnating, I could only just manage to lift her.

"Let go, or die!"

Flail-flail.

Cha-cha activated Flailing! The effect was tremendous! The arms gripping her armor loosened, and after several blows to the crown and back of my head the pain sank all the way into my marrow. But I couldn't give up.

"Mad Demon! You can't lose!"

Because my daughter was cheering for me. In Hollywood movies, dads who receive their daughter's cheers suddenly display superhuman strength. In games you sometimes die, but people also call a person's life a movie. Everyone else looked Western, so my life was Hollywood.

"Cheer for Dad more!"

"Mad Demon, hang in there!"

"Call me Dad!"

Unable to break free of my hold, Cha-cha tried the cheap move of biting my ear. Dodging the clacking teeth, I urged Lan-lan-i on.

"Lan-lan-i!"

"...Dad, fighting!"

I'd received the cheer, so I had to show her something cool. Suddenly an unexpected message rang out.

Just as a single point can decide first and second place in school, that tiny difference decided the long grapple.

Thud.

"Guh!"

I slammed her down with the full weight of her armor plus my own strength; Cha-cha coughed up blood. Instantly I spun half a turn and swung a fist of pure rage.

"Break! Break! Break!"

Crunch-crunch.

My fists rang with pain, yet I never stopped hammering the armor. Fist-shaped dents appeared in Cha-cha's thick plating.

"Pierce!"

An ominous energy gathered above my head.

"Yohan! She's summoning a sword from the sky—"

Cha-cha finished her skill faster than Sophia could finish her sentence. I started to pull away, then felt a flash of inspiration and instead charged forward.

Slash.

As I passed over Cha-cha's body, one of my legs suddenly felt empty. When I looked back, the greatsword that had severed my leg was buried in Cha-cha's abdomen.

"You idiot! Even if you're only level 1—how dare my own greatsword harm me!"

"Self-Healing."

I'd used up the skill that had been my lifeline. But it didn't matter. Cha-cha reverse-summoned the greatsword, yet she couldn't hide the bare skin revealed between the plates of her armor.

"Does a Death ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Knight Lord get pregnant?"

"What?"

Instead of answering I shot forward like an arrow and tore open Cha-cha's armor. Even without the strength boost I ripped the iron more easily than before. Was this some kind of rape power that skills alone couldn't explain?

"Mad human! You've truly gone mad! Get off! Don't disgrace me—get off!"

"You like it too."

"Like what?!"

Spouting classic trash dialogue, I spread the Death Knight's legs. An undead wearing underwear? I tore it right off.

"Mad... mad human...! Lord Chichiking! Are you going to let me be disgraced like this?!"

"Undead... have no sexual sensation... Strike when the mad human is buried in lust..."

"I will obey, but I will never forget this humiliation."

I'd unintentionally driven a wedge between minion and god. Chichiking's thinking was far too arrogant.

"Undead have no sexual sensation?"

"So they say. Stop this pointless—"

Whoosh—

Cha-cha suddenly swung a fist in a surprise attack, but I leaned my head back and dodged.

"Tch!"

Before she could attack again I dropped my pants and freed my cock. Cha-cha's pupils trembled and her movements froze. I knew that reaction.

"You were a virgin, huh?"

"W-what nonsense! I have plenty of experience!"

"Classic virgin bluff."

No wonder her pussy looked pretty for an undead. Maybe because she was undead—there wasn't even any discoloration. Her thighs were pale, and the slightly plump pussy lips were a white tinged with the faintest blue.

"Don't look!"

"A combination both men and women love."

Mala tang that women love. Pussy that men love. Cha-cha resisted, but shame kept the strength from her limbs. If you can't resist a rapist, you've got no right to complain when your virginity gets taken.

I pushed my cock into that pure-white pussy. The moment the head met her folds, deathly aura gathered and tried to freeze my cock—but when I rubbed her clit exactly the way Impregnating instructed—

"Hah...?!"

Cha-cha let out a cute moan and went limp.

"How...?"

"How?"

Taking the two gods' shock as my signal, I thrust in and tore through Cha-cha's hymen. A single stream of dark-red blood ran down the shaft.