Chapter 482 Bringing a Withered Tree to Bloom ③*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Listen closely, Carley. If an elf actually wants to get pregnant, once or twice isn’t going to cut it, and a ‘normal’ roll in the hay is useless. First, we have to spend time slowly melting your uterus¹. I have to make it the most comfortable place in the world for a baby to sleep, don’t I?”
”I see, I see… so that’s what your hands were for?”
”Yeah, well, I’m not sure about the exact science, okay? It’s all about the visualization. But one thing’s for sure—it’s going to feel amazing.”
”Is ‘feeling amazing’ really a requirement?”
”It makes me happy.”
”What kind of logic is that…?”
”When I’m happy, my ‘output’ is much better, believe me.”
”…In that case, I suppose I have no choice but to enjoy myself.”
”That’s the spirit. Since we’re going all out, why don’t we bring the ‘Uterine Massager’² too?”
”Do as you please.”
I laid her down on her side and reached for the device. I’d sold it to her when she first visited the shop, and lately, I’d caught her using it on her shoulders, so I knew exactly where she kept it. I felt her eyes on my back. She wasn’t just watching; she was anticipating. A very good sign.
”Heave-ho. Come here, Carley.”
”…Very well.”
I sat back on the bed, legs crossed. She stared fixedly at my ‘equipment’ without a word, then spun around to sit in my lap. Naturally, I had a front-row seat to everything. As she settled, the head of my member rubbed against the curve from her hip to her backside. That familiar warmth and weight returned.
”Now, I’m going to apply it. I know I’m a broken record, but remember—it’s right here. This is the womb that will hold our child… the vessel that will be filled with my seed³.”
”…Could you perhaps… do something about your phrasing?”
”Do what?”
”…No, forget I said anything.”
She muttered in a sulking tone, averting her eyes from her own lower abdomen. A very good sign. I pretended to lift her slight frame so she wouldn’t slip, and while stroking her all over, I thumbed the switch on the massager. A low-frequency thrum filled the room. Whirrr!
”Here it comes.”
”Fine… just do it quickly.”
I followed her lead, pressing the vibrating head firmly into the soft skin of her lower belly. She didn’t have a lick of extra fat—she was almost too thin, really—but the skin there was surprisingly yielding. I searched for the right spot, kneading the flesh as I moved the device, until finally, I let it sink deep. Thrum. I could feel the vibration shaking the very depths of her womb.
”How’s that feel?”
”…Nothing special. It feels the same as when I was just playing with it.”
”Is that so? Are you really trying to feel the vibration in your uterus? This is where our child is going to live, Carley. I need you to take this seriously.”
”I am taking it…!”
”Because…?”
”…! It’s… nothing…!”
She sounded panicked, making a futile effort to look anywhere but at me. I leaned in and kissed the straining tendon in her neck, warning her she’d get a cramp if she kept that up. I felt her whole body twitch in my arms.
”Hah… hah…”
Her breathing was getting shallow. Was she feeling it? She’d probably deny it, but her skin was flushing a deep pink, and a fine sheen of sweat was beginning to glisten on her brow. I could catch the faint, sweet scent of a woman in heat.
”Alright, back to what I was saying. Once we’ve loosened up your womb, we move on to your breasts. I’m still not going to ‘enter’ yet. I need you so sensitive that you’ll peak just from me breathing on your ear.”
”You said… to do as I please. But is it even possible to ‘go’ just from an ear…?”
”My wives can.”
”…The human body is a mystery.”
”For the record, they can do it even easier with their breasts. With enough practice, I bet you could go just by thinking about it.”
Saint Amelia would be a pro at that. Laika and Aerith could probably manage it just by catching my scent. But today, if I could break her using the double-team of her ears and her womb—her supposed ‘weak points’—I’d call it a win.
”You… are you trying to turn me into something like that as well?”
”Of course. You want to get pregnant with my seed, don’t you?”
”I do… I want to conceive. But…”
”No ‘buts.’ I went to a lot of trouble to set the mood. Just stick with me a little longer.”
”However…”
”No ‘howevers’ either.”
”But…”
”…You still have quite a bit of leeway, don’t you?”
”No… I… I see. I suppose I am losing my composure, aren’t I?”
She seemed to have a moment of clarity, her body shivering violently. She tangled her legs together, squeezing her thighs tight. Any of my other wives would have reached their limit by now. Carley just needed one final shove.
”Don’t be afraid. You’re going to peak over and over again while I pour my life into you. Visualize it. Your breasts, your womb, your depths—all loosened and ready. Imagine our skin rubbing together until the pleasure becomes unbearable.”
”Hah… hah…”
”And then, I’ll thrust this rock-hard c**k inside you. To use your words… zubu-tto, right? Deep and heavy.”
”Deep… and heavy…”
I ground myself against her back, and she shivered again. I was going to make her regret ever speaking about this act as if it were a clinical chore.
”First, I’ll press my swollen head against your soaking wet crotch. But I won’t go in yet. I’ll just stir the entrance, mixing our fluids until everything is slick and messy.”
”Slick… messy…”
”I’ll tease you until you’re begging for it, and then, finally, I’ll slide inside. Slowly pushing you open, wedging myself deep into your internal folds. My skin against yours, ruthlessly scouring every inch of your heat.”
”Ah… ahh! No… stop… hah!”
I whispered directly into her ear while tracing the massager over her birth canal. For the first time, a truly ‘sweet’ sound escaped her lips. She reached back, grabbing my arm and leaning her cheek against mine as if she were drowning.
”Let’s have your first climax right here, in your womb. Concentrate. Imagine it. This place is going to be very busy soon. It’s going to be hammered and filled to the brim with my seed, over and over, day after day, until a life finally takes root…”
”Ah! Hah…!? Ah, ahhh!?”
”This is what you wanted, Carley. You said you wanted my child. Right? You want my seed? That means you want me to ravage your depths and conquer your womb. Isn’t that right?”
”Ah… ahh…! I didn’t… I didn’t mean it like…!”
After hundreds, maybe thousands of years, she really thought “I didn’t mean it” was a valid excuse? It was almost funny. My other wives figured this out in twenty years.
”But you said it. Was it lie?”
”N-No… it wasn’t…”
”Then tell me what you want. Tell me again, properly.”
”I want… to give birth…! I want it… your seed… your… your c**k…!”
”I prefer ‘ochinpo’⁴. Can you say it for me?”
”Ochinpo…! Ochinpo, I want it…!”
”Too bad. Not yet.”
”Ah! Ah… aahhh…♡!?”
”I’ll give it to you when your heart and body are ready. Now, give me everything. This is just the first step. It’s okay to let go. Go on, Carley! Peak for me!”
”Ah! Hah…♡!? Nn, ngh…♡!? I’m… I’m going…!! ♡♡♡!? ──────!! ♡♡♡!? ♡♡!? ♡♡♡!?”
And just like that, Carley reached a climax for the first time in centuries—maybe even a millennium. The reaction was violent. She thrashed in my arms like a creature pulled from the depths, her body spasming with raw intensity.
”────────!! ♡♡♡♡!? ♡♡♡♡♡!? ♡♡♡♡♡♡!?”
Her legs locked straight, her back arching into a bow. I didn’t want her cramping up, so I forcibly pried her legs apart. She desperately bucked her hips, and a spray of fluid erupted from her.
”So… long…♡♡♡♡!? It won’t… stop…♡♡♡♡♡!? Ngh…♡♡♡!? ♡♡♡!?”
She couldn’t come down. Her eyes were wide, filled more with confusion and shock than pure pleasure. She was gritting her teeth, trying in vain to manage the waves of sensation crashing through her. Like a drowning person, she reached out for anything to hold onto, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Of course, that only made the sensory overload worse. I gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.
”You’re adorable.”
”What…♡♡♡♡!? Hah…♡♡♡♡! ──────!! ♡♡♡♡♡!?”
She foolishly clung even tighter, her body rattling with repetitive peaks. By the time her face was a mess of tears, sweat, and absolute surrender, her strength finally left her. The storm had passed.
”Welcome back.”
”Ah…♡♡♡… ngh…♡♡♡… aah…♡♡♡?”
”Next up, we’re working on your breasts. Good luck.”
”Ah…♡♡♡♡♡”
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Summary:
Natsumi uses the ‘Uterine Massager’ to break through Carley’s clinical detachment. By combining physical vibration with a dominant psychological narrative of motherhood and submission, he forces her to abandon her logic. Carley experiences her first climax in centuries, leaving her completely vulnerable and physically overwhelmed.
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Trivia:
- Carley initially used the massager for her shoulders, showing her lack of s*xual awareness.
- The ‘withered-leaf’ color of her hair is mentioned as her defining feature.
- Natsumi compares her to his other wives, noting that Elven biology or mentality requires more ‘teasing’ and preparation.
- Carley is actually centuries or even a millennium old, making this her first s*xual experience in an immense span of time
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Character Insight:
Carley’s loss of ‘leeway’ (composure) marks a turning point where her ancient logic fails against modern carnal knowledge. Natsumi’s role shifts from a shopkeeper to a dominant ‘instructor,’ showing his expertise in managing the high emotional/physical thresholds of Elves.
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Behind the Scenes:
The use of ‘ochinpo’ is a specific linguistic choice meant to infantalize or shame a high-status character, effectively stripping them of their ‘Ancient Elf’ dignity.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Carley – Ancient Elf ‘Mother’ (Haha-sama) of Wielope Empire—young beautiful elven looks w/ ancient aura, long autumn-leaf green hair, flat-chested soft body, carefree villain matriarch to assassins/royalty like Emperor ‘Dee-bou’ & Gustav. Forest Blessing granter, founder/supporter, blunt/pragmatic, Kento progeny-obsessed, chill under magic/tentacle restraints.
• Aerith – A wolf beast-person and Ouka’s daughter. She is intensely attracted to Kento’s creative genius and is not shy about showing her interest. Have gray fur hair and tail, wearing elegant dress.
• Amelia – A light blue-haired Sister of the Church of Demon-Subjugating and Kento’s shy harem member. A newly awakened “Saint” from Holy Sleep, modest and easily embarrassed with red ears and neck. Wears her habit and treasures Kento’s ring on a necklace.
• Laika – The beastwoman dog.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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