Chapter 502 The Room You Can’t Leave Unless You Get Pregnant ③*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Haa…♡♡♡ Haa…♡♡♡”
”…I might have gone a bit too far,” I said.
The room you can’t leave until you get pregnant-Day Two. Yes, it was the second day. Well, strictly speaking, the date had just changed, so it had only been about six hours. Regardless, during that time, I’d been thoroughly savoring the body of my beloved “Saint¹” Sister Amelia.
First, I paid my respects to Lady Breasts, now that her n**ipss were finally fair game. Reaching around from behind, I kneaded them relentlessly, caressing and pinching them until I’d had my fill. Why is it that breasts hold such an eternal, hypnotic power over men? I’d lost myself in them, quite literally forgetting the passage of time.
Naturally, Amelia had reached her limit many times already, but that was just the appetizer. Next, while taking a supposed “break,” I focused my attention on her lower abdomen. Calling it a break was a stretch, but at first, it really did feel like one. After all, I was just resting my hands there, keeping her warm.
If I really wanted to get serious, I could have used the “Uterine Massager²” to do some real work, but since we were here, I wanted to pleasure her with my own hands. Even so, the women of my shop are so well-trained that they can reach the heights of ecstasy from that alone.
’U-Um, Kento-san…♡?’
Amelia was confused at first by the sudden shift-going from the intense assault on her chest to me just resting my palms against her skin. She fidgeted uncomfortably, her thighs rubbing together as she tried to steal a glance at me over her shoulder.
’Haa, haa…♡? Kento-san, um, what is…♡’
Slowly, it began to dawn on her. (This might be bad…). I hadn’t moved a muscle, but because of where my hands were resting, she couldn’t help but be hyper-aware of them.
More than that, we were both completely naked, skin pressed against skin. There was the sound of our flesh sliding together, the sticky noise of sweat-slicked skin peeling apart. Our breathing-if I listened closely, I could even hear the frantic thrum of her heart.
In that silence, her focus sharpened. Every millimeter of movement triggered a sensitive reaction. She must have felt it vividly-the way my “Dildo-Buddy³” pressed against her lower back, twitching with a life of its own. And then….
’Eh…♡? Ah, what…♡♡? No way…♡♡♡! Ah…♡♡♡♡!?’
It happened when I shifted my hands, just the slightest bit. She gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth, her other hand instinctively overlapping mine. From there, it was a landslide.
’────────♡♡♡♡♡!?’
With a single kiss dropped onto the nape of her neck, she came. I pulled my hips back just enough to smear my pre-c**m across her. When I let my fingertips sink slightly into her lower belly, the effect was instant. She seemed staggered by her own body-that she could be broken so easily by something so small.
I continued to stroke her abdomen, peppering her neck and shoulders with kisses. Occasionally, I’d take a detour back to her breasts. I kept the pressure escalating, never letting her find a rhythm to get used to. By the time I’d worked my middle and ring fingers inside her and spent a good while raking her G-spot, she had collapsed into this state.
”Haa…♡♡♡ Haa…♡♡♡”
”There, there. Let’s get some water in you,” I said.
I laid her on her back and gave her some water I’d conjured with magic. She looked precious, suckling on my fingertips like a babe. (Don’t worry, I made sure to wash my hands first.)
She seemed to have lost even the strength to keep her legs together; her thighs fell wide, and she lay there in a frog-like pose, her toes and hips twitching with aftershocks. Forget her thighs-even her v**ina, which I’d thoroughly loosened and prepped, was gaping open.
Well, when I’m presented with an invitation like that, I can’t exactly say no. Even if Amelia was just purely exhausted. I took my place between her legs and pressed my glans against the opening.
”You can just stay relaxed, okay?” I said.
”……♡♡♡?” Amelia replied.
She looked up at me with glassy, hollow eyes. I’d pushed her so far that she probably didn’t even realize what was about to happen. Honestly, it made me feel a bit like a villain, which only made it more exciting.
I slowly slid my hips forward. There was almost no resistance-just the mellow, yielding squeeze of her flesh. Part of it was the preparation I’d done, and part of it was likely that she just couldn’t fight back anymore. Either way, Amelia’s heat simply swallowed my c**k whole.
”─────♡♡♡♡♡”
She reached a silent climax. No screams, no violent writhing. I only knew because of the faint squirming deep inside her womb and the way her gaze began to wander. A moment later, a weak, pathetic spurt of fluid followed.
I gently caressed her cervix with my tip. I leaned down and kissed her breasts, pressing our bodies together chest-to-chest. There was no dramatic reaction, but like a reflex, her arms and legs wound themselves around my back.
Since we were already locked together, I pulled her up into a seated position. From there, I leaned back until she was draped over me in a cowgirl pose. Amelia just let it happen, her body trembling with tiny, constant shivers as she clung to me.
”────♡♡♡♡♡”
She wasn’t making a sound, but I knew. She was drifting in a dreamlike haze of pure pleasure. Every time I tilted my pelvis, her v**ina and her limbs would squeeze me with whatever strength she had left.
The heavy, limp weight of her body. Lady Breasts being crushed between us. The sweat melting our skin together. The heat radiating from her core was warmer than any blanket-it was scorching.
”Phew…” I sighed.
I let out a satisfied breath and slowly stroked her back. Her body reacted even to that; her back arched and dipped in time with my hand.
”────♡♡♡♡♡”
Gradually, it wasn’t just her back-her hips started to move. It wasn’t a conscious effort to thrust; it was just a reflex. Her pelvis tilted forward, back, and twisted side-to-side.
She wasn’t exactly “working” it, she was just shifting around to find a comfortable spot. But of course, every movement rubbed my c**k against her v**inal walls. Even if I stayed still, my glans was caressing her uterus.
Squish… squelch… In the quiet of the basement, the wet sounds echoed. It felt like my c**k was being slowly digested by her heat, dissolving into the muck.
There was no sharp, intense friction. Her v**inal walls, which could usually clamp down like a vise, and her opening, which usually constricted so tight it could tear me, just enveloped me in a mellow, silken embrace.
Yeah. I’d overdone it a bit, but maybe this was better. We’re supposed to be “working” on making a baby these few days, but I never wanted our union to be only about that.
I’ve used phrases like “get pregnant” or “baby pouch” to set the mood before, but I never intended for that to be the sole focus. The kids are great, obviously, but these women are just as-if not more-important to me. Sharing our bodies like this is pure joy. I hope she understands that….
”────♡♡♡♡♡”
I held Amelia tight, burying my face in her neck. I breathed in the scent of her sweat, rubbed my cheek against hers, and kissed every inch of skin I could find.
Her shoulders, her collarbone, her jaw, her ears. She stayed passive, but every so often her back would tense and her hips would give a little squirm. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I tilted my hips and drove deep into her core.
”I’m going to finish, okay?” I said.
”────♡♡♡♡♡”
When I spoke, I felt a faint, lingering squeeze from her legs and her v**ina. Or maybe I just wanted to feel it. Either way, I was at my limit. I’d spent so much time teasing her that I’d completely wound myself up.
Splurt! Splooosh! Gush!
I let it all out, flooding her depths. I say “let it out,” but it was more like a total leak. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried; my muscles just gave out. I pulsed inside her over and over, filling her womb to the brim.
I didn’t need to hold her, but I did anyway-a final act of devotion. In her half-slumber, she accepted it all with a look of pure ecstasy. Long after I’d finished, we stayed like that….
”Suu…♡♡♡♡ Suu…♡♡♡♡”
Eventually, the sound of her quiet, steady breathing filled the room. I felt a tiny pang of guilt. I reached out, snagged the duvet from the side, and managed to pull it over both of us. (We’ll sleep like this for today. Though, I think I’ll keep enjoying her weight and her softness-and the feel of her around me-for just a little while longer.)
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Summary:
Kento and Amelia spend the transition from day one to day two of their confinement in the pregnancy room. Kento utilizes his manual techniques to push Amelia past her sensory limits before engaging in a quiet, intimate union. The chapter concludes with Kento reflecting on his genuine affection for her beyond the room’s fertility mandate.
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Trivia:
- The ‘Uterine Massager’ callback hints at the extensive inventory of adult goods Kento possesses from his shop.
- Amelia’s ‘silent climax’ suggests a state of sensory overload or total physical submission.
- Kento’s guilt at the end suggests he perceives a power imbalance despite their mutual history
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Character Insight:
The dynamic shifts from a ‘training’ session to a deeply emotional bonding moment. Kento’s monologue about the importance of the women over the objective of children indicates a shift in his character’s internal priorities.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The concept of ‘trained shop women’ suggests that Kento’s presence in this world has long-term social implications. Magic can be used for mundane comfort (like conjuring water) even in highly restricted environments.
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TL Notes:
The honorific ‘Lady Breasts’ (Boob-sama) was translated to maintain Kento’s specific irreverent-yet-worshipful tone found in the Japanese web novel genre.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Amelia – Light-blue-haired Sister of the Canarias convent, a saintly, shy nun and Kento’s lover who wears his matching ring on her left ring finger. She blushes with red-tinted ears and neck, possesses a voluptuous figure—among the shop’s women, she has the top one or two largest breasts—and quietly runs soup kitchens and shop stock while wearing the traditional habit; the only sister not yet pregnant.
• Kento – Lord Harvest, a dark‑haired Japanese salaryman resembling Kazuma Satō, runs a magic‑tool shop with a hidden adult‑circuit line. He wears a left‑ring finger band, boasts a 7‑for‑7 impregnation record, and lives in the Dildo‑Buddy Mansion. Confined in a basement with Amelia, he balances a harem, ties to the Queen, and a recent Great Dragon victory.
• Suu – Secretary for the Royal Capital Beast-person Mutual Aid Association and a cat beast-person. Sample No. 19 in Kento’s report. She steps up as the first witness for the defense. Wears glasses and a tight suit.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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