Dad Is Awesome! (10)
Undead. Reanimated corpses. Unlike living beings with beating hearts, they were a race that carried dead ones in their chests.
Because those hearts no longer beat, the undead were cold-blooded by nature. Cha-cha was an exceptional undead who could even command frost, so her body temperature ran even lower than most.
With only a little exaggeration, she was colder than a refrigerator. My cock was burning hot, but the moment it sank into Cha-cha's freezer of a pussy, it cooled off in a hurry.
"Pull it out! I said pull it out!"
"A Death Knight's virgin pussy? No way I'm stopping."
"Stop spouting nonsense and pull it out!"
Cha-cha flailed her arms wildly. She looked like a furious elementary schooler throwing a tantrum. Pinning her down was easy.
"Hyaah!"
I pinched a nipple peeking through a gap in her armor, and the strength drained straight out of her body. Seizing the opening, I yanked off her helmet.
The fierce eyes of a female knight stared back at me. True to her undead nature, the pigment had drained away until white and iris blurred together—but she was still quite beautiful.
"How did you—?"
"How did I what? This?"
"Hnn?!"
I rubbed the other nipple, and Cha-cha's brows drew tight together. That sharp, venomous gaze softened.
"W-what in the world…"
She stammered. The proud knight who had been so unshakably composed now looked weak, her face twisted in something close to panic—as if she had just come face-to-face with something beyond comprehension. It stoked every filthy impulse I had.
Twitch.
"I'm hard again."
My cock, which had gone limp from the chill of an undead pussy, lifted its head with renewed vigor. The low temperature had its upsides, too.
"For an undead, your walls are ridiculously soft and ridged. Did Chichiking put some real work into crafting this?"
"Insult me no further! My body is identical to what it was in life!"
"You said you were a princess knight, right? So this is a noble princess's pussy, then?"
"Kh…"
Cha-cha refused to answer and turned her head away. Classic reaction from a female knight getting ravished.
She'd put on airs about being undead this and undead that, but her sensitivity was excellent. I started a slow piston, scraping along her inner walls.
"Haaahn!"
"I thought undead didn't have any sexual sensation?"
"Hnn!"
"You look like you're loving every thrust. If you're going to enjoy it this much, don't bother with the tough act."
"S-stop. Insult me no furth—"
"Shut up!"
I pinched both of her nipples and drove my cock in to the root.
The monstrous strength I'd gained from the synergy between Impregnating and Lan-lan-i's cheers stretched Cha-cha's nipples and breasts until they looked ready to tear.
"Hyaaaaaah!!"
Her upper body came up with her chest. Honestly, I'd expected something to rip—but she was tougher than I thought. Leave it to a Death Knight Lord.
I could go harder.
"Hyaaugh! Hyaaah!!"
I twisted and rolled her nipples between my fingers, and her whole body rocked with them. The moment tension seized her, her pussy clamped down tight.
It was still cold, but the friction of my cock sliding in and out had warmed it just enough to make thrusting bearable. No juices flowed, but her virgin blood worked fine as lube.
"What are you doing… Undead feel no pain…"
"But don't—! Right now it feels far, far too much!!"
"What…? You can feel pleasure and pain…?"
"When you're having sex, you're supposed to focus on the man giving you his cock."
I thought I saw Cheonsol nod, but I must have imagined it.
"Mommy! I wanna see too!"
"It is far too soon for Lan-lan-i."
The woman busy covering the eyes of a bouncing Lan-lan-i had no free moment to agree with anything. I tuned them out and knocked against Cha-cha's cervix.
"Haaugh!"
"Hitting the end makes you squeeze so much tighter. You sure this pussy wasn't custom-built? The way those bumps scrape me is insane."
Near her cervix, the walls were studded with little nubs that kept stroking the head and upper shaft of my cock.
The sensation of those tiny flesh ridges sliding past was mind-meltingly good.
"It is not!"
"Then Princess Cha-cha just has a delicious pussy. Why the hell did you die a virgin with something this good?"
"S-stop. Close that mouth of yours!"
Cha-cha exploded with rage. She glared at me, huffing, so I sharpened my nails and pinched her nipples harder.
"Hyaaaaang!"
"A worthless bitch who climaxes just from having her nipples pinched, and she's still trying to glare?"
I felt Cheonsol and Sophia, still shielding Lan-lan-i, flinch hard. Why were they making it so hard to concentrate?
"Time to fuck you so hard you can't even talk."
"Haugh?!"
Slap slap slap slap slap slap
I cranked the piston to maximum speed. My waist, amplified by every buff I had, hammered like a woodpecker.
"Hnn. Hnngh. Haaaut! Hauk! Hyaaaaugh!!"
"Khh…"
"Hyaaaaaaaaaah!!"
The Death Knight's eyes rolled back as she hit her climax. Her tongue lolled out, so I gave it a quick taste.
"Hyat!!"
The moment our tongues touched, Cha-cha came again. Were Death Knights weak to kissing? I didn't want her biting me if I shoved my tongue in, so I just caught hers between my lips and sucked while I pounded her pussy deep.
Warmed by my body heat and the friction, her pussy moved like a living woman's, wringing my cock. When that undead cunt clenched hard, a jolt of pleasure shot all the way into my balls.
I pressed the head flush against her cervix and declared:
"Get pregnant! Get pregnant!"
"Hyaaaaaaah!!!"
Gulp. Gulp gulp.
Thick white clumps flooded Cha-cha's womb. Once the inside was packed full, the overflow started leaking out.
"That should lock in the pregnancy, right?"
Pop.
When I pulled out, there was a wet sound of air escaping. You finish a creampie properly by watching the cum spill out of the pussy. I waited—but nothing came.
"Hyaaak! What is this now?!"
Instead, my seed pushed deeper into the Death Knight, driving back her death aura. Cha-cha raised a black aura to resist, but she couldn't hold it long before it was forced out.
And then her belly began to swell.
"What in the world…"
The rightful lord of death. Nightmare of the living. Extinguisher of planets. Chichiking could not believe what he was seeing.
From his days as a living archmage, through the era when he cast aside his flesh and became undead in pursuit of magic, across the thousands of years that had brought him to this moment—
He had never once seen an undead feel pleasure. Even Chichiking himself had only regained his five senses after ascending to godhood. A mere Death Knight Lord who hadn't even reached demigod status had no business feeling anything at all.
"Hyaaang!"
But what was that? Even in the age when Chichiking conquered worlds, there had been madmen who fucked well-preserved corpses—but those corpses never responded.
If anything, they seized the lust-addled men and made them into fellow undead. That was only natural: the price of undeath was the castration of every emotion save hatred for the living, and the total loss of sensation.
But Cha-cha, pinned beneath the mad human's cock, was different. She felt pleasure like a living woman and spilled moans from her lips. And once the sex was over, she surrendered her body to life force.
Even standing inside the radius of a Death Aura that scattered death across the field, she had yielded to vitality!
"Does this… make any sense…"
A mage seized by curiosity stronger than the shock of defeat turned his gaze on the opposing goddess. He wanted to ask what on earth was going on.
"Excuse me…"
"Hey! Lan-lan-i, no! Lan-lan-i must not look!"
"Why not? Mad Demon pulled a club out from between his legs! He stabbed with it and the Death Knight went down! It was so cool!"
"Cool, was it. How truly fortunate. No—not fortunate at all. Seeing that makes it all the more unfortunate."
The enemy camp was too chaotic to hear a word Chichiking said. He sighed and moved his mana, probing the phenomenon that had unfolded in the Colosseum.
Even a god's intuition could not fully grasp it. This was clearly the work of a Skill—that cosmic cheat code for minions that even the ancient gods who built the War of the Gods had never completely mapped.
And not some low-grade skill, either. At minimum A-class. Nothing less could ignore Chichiking's authority and still take effect.
"I want it…"
"Hyaaaaah!!"
Yohan, now the object of Chichiking's greed, crouched in front of Cha-cha and held out both hands.
"Haaugh!!"
Cha-cha, her belly swollen as big as a mountain, braced her legs. In that instant, Chichiking witnessed the fusion of death aura and life force.
"Two opposing energies… not colliding… but blending as if it were natural…"
It was a technique Chichiking himself could perform, and any Level 3 minion—or a genius Level 2—could manage as well. But never this seamlessly. You needed at least demigod status and the use of divinity to pull off something like that.
"A god's authority…"
Using divinity made it a god's authority. To spend power that immense on sex, of all things. No—there was still more.
The moment Chichiking craned his neck forward, Lan-lan-i finally succeeded in climbing up over her mother's fingers.
"Hyaaaaaaaaaah!!"
"The Death Knight laid an egg!"
"She… laid an egg…?"
Chichiking was speechless. The effect of a skill on par with a god's authority was… being good at sex and making women lay eggs?
Granted, an undead producing an egg—proof of life—was already a violation of the natural order, a rejection of the proper way of things.
But couldn't something more impressive have come of it? With that much effort poured in, Chichiking could have raised thousands—tens of thousands—of mighty undead on his own planet.
Among them, some would even be strong enough to become minions. And all of that for a single egg?
"Mad… human…"
So that was why they called him the Mad Human! Enlightenment dawning, Chichiking returned to his divine realm with a resolution: he would post on the boards explaining exactly why the Mad Human was mad.
The newly acquired egg was strange. Its outer shell was dark as obsidian, but deeper in it held a quartz-like violet glow.
It looked like something that shouldn't exist in reality—yet when you touched it, it was solidly real. A little bigger than a palm, though depending on the angle it seemed to shift size.
"What's this?"
Lan-lan-i, who had somehow grown as big as Cha-cha's egg already, tilted her head.
"It's Lan-lan-i's little sibling."
"For real? Like Al-al-i?"
"Yeah."
"Mad Demon made Lan-lan-i a little sibling?"
"Dad put in a little work. How about it?"
"The best!"
Lan-lan-i's eyes sparkled. The look she gave me was more worshipful than when we'd won a battle.
"Dad's the best, right?"
"Yeah! Dad's the best!"
"Is he cool?"
"Uh-huh! Dad is awesome!"
"If you start calling me Dad from now on, I'll make you even more little siblings."
"Hyaaah!!!"
Lan-lan-i was so happy she toppled over backward. I caught her in a hurry, and she mumbled:
"I love Dad more than anyone in the whole world…"
Hmm. I was glad, but was hearing this just because I promised her more siblings really okay?
"Really? How much do you love me?"
"Enough to marry Dad when I grow up!"
Yeah. That checked out. So this was how men turned into total daughter-dads.