Chapter 592 The Northern Duo ③*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”It’s not so bad, not having to hold back… ♡♡♡”
Kushe, my second Love Mage, said that while looking up at me, her hands wrapped around the backs of my knees, taking in my “D**do-Buddy.” Her dark-green open bra and open shorts—the same shade as her hair—had already finished their job with reluctance and been tossed to the edge of the bed.
”You don’t hold back normally, do you?”
”Wouldn’t say that. The contraceptives are convenient, sure, but actually taking ’em is a right pain, y’know? You oughta be a bit more mindful of that.”
Hearing that, I felt a pang of guilt—she had a point. Compared to the birth control methods back in my old world—condoms, pills, all that—these contraceptives were way easier and less of a hassle. But still, having to consciously take them every single time? That was bound to weigh on a person.
I didn’t say anything, but I could feel it in the arms of my beloved adoptive sister Flearis, wrapped around me from behind. For the record, her underwear—peach-colored, a contrast to Kushe’s—was still on, still doing its job. The sensation of it brushing softly against my skin was maddeningly ticklish.
”…Yeah, my bad.”
”Mmm, I didn’t mean to make you pull that face, though. I mean… aren’t you gettin’ excited, hm♡♡♡? Right now, you’re gonna pump your seed into a womb with nothin’ holdin’ it back, make me pregnant right here… ain’t that the plan♡♡♡?”
Ah. So that’s what this was about. Guess she wasn’t just talkin’ when she declared we’d have “serious” lovey-dovey baby-makin’ s*x. “I’m already so worked up my womb’s gone crazy, y’know…♡♡♡” she murmured, rubbing her lower belly.
True to her words, the heat inside her was scorching. The love juices spilling out, the walls of her v**ina twitching. This was the strongest reaction I’d seen since we started trying for a baby. Which meant I had to get “serious” too.
”…That’s a roundabout way of beggin’ for it. This your version of ‘serious,’ then?”
”Hehe, my bad. Though, judgin’ by how your d**k’s respondin’, I’d say it worked a treat… but how ’bout I say it proper, yeah? …Hey. My womb’s right here, yeah♡? I ain’t taken the contraceptives for days now—it’s wide open, defenseless♡ I want you to fill it up with your seed, make me pregnant…♡♡♡”
Gotta hand it to her—that was one hell of a practiced baby-making plea. I leaned over, burying my face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. Her scent—thick, intoxicating. That smell was the trigger, and I let my instincts to get her pregnant run wild.
Naturally, Flearis on my back came tumbling down with me, but somehow, strangely, she didn’t feel heavy at all, nor did she get in the way of my thrusting. I just reveled in the pleasure of being sandwiched between two women, devouring Kushe’s fully ripe v**inal opening.
”Ahh, nn, nn, ahh♡♡♡!”
The moans of joy spilled out. With my face buried at her throat, they rang out right beside my ear. It wasn’t just my eardrums—it felt like my brain was vibrating directly. And not just that—the sound traveled through my entire body from everywhere we touched.
Sight, touch, smell—and now hearing, drowning me deeper in her. Whether it was “thanks to” or “because of” Flearis on my back, there was no escape from the sensations being given to me. I truly felt like I was drowning.
Unable to bear it, I tried to ground myself by rocking my hips harder and ran my tongue along the neck in front of me, but of course, it backfired badly. It had an addictive taste, not just salty, but something that numbed my tongue and brain. It was the taste of a woman.
I drowned in her with all five senses. It was hard to breathe, hard to bear. But I didn’t need to catch my breath. …After all, today was about “serious” lovey-dovey baby-makin’ s*x. I filled my head with her, and I called her name.
”Kushe, Kushe…!”
”…! That’s, that’s cheating…! Ahh, I’m, close…♡♡♡♡!”
She threw her head back and came. But then, as if reconsidering, she buried her nose in my hair, took a deep breath, and came again. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one drowning in the other person through all five senses.
Kushe gripped my shoulders tight, squeezed my sides with her knees, her body trembling. Her v**inal opening pulsed and contracted rhythmically, clamping down on my “D**do-Buddy.”
Squelch, squelch, squelch. The abundant love juices spilled out, staining where we joined. I savored even that sensation, kneading the womb beyond.
…This is where I’d pour my seed. Let it attack her egg, mix my genes with hers. Swell this belly, and the child that would be born—one that looked like me and her. What kind of kid would it be?
Her… so far from the typical image of a mother—how would she look at that child? Would she manage to wear a mother’s face, for all intents and purposes? Probably. And then, only when she looked at me, she’d wear a woman’s face again.
I was possessed by that obsession. A strange sensation ran down my spine. That tremor shook Flearis, clinging to me with a body growing ever hotter, and like waves washing in and out, it returned, shaking me again.
”Ahh, ahh, Kento, Ken-toh♡♡♡♡♡!!!”
I crushed that obsession from above with the woman in my arms. The pleasant exhaustion of hips that kept moving. Unbearable, unbearable, unbearable. I gave myself entirely to impulse. I bit down on her neck. I squeezed her with arms like a vice.
”Ahh, ngh…♡♡♡♡!?”
Probably another orgasm. But this time, she didn’t pull away—she only clung to me harder. If that’s how she wanted it, then fine. I stripped away everything unnecessary and just kept thrusting. I erased even my thoughts, painted over them, and showed her my “serious.”
”～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～♡♡♡♡♡♡♡!!!”
”──────────!!!”
Kushe might have been screaming something. I might have been screaming something, too. But I couldn’t hear it anymore. We’d melted into the pleasure and impulse enveloping our bodies, into each other’s “serious.” And then, I let it go.
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! Buuuuuuuu-BOOOOOOOOOOM!!! Buuuuuuuu-BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Something exploded. If I’d been calm, I might’ve analyzed it as s**men shooting from my urethra, through the glans, slamming into her cervix, filling her womb. But that kind of thinking was far, far away. I just followed impulse, pressing my hips with all my might. Of course, even that wasn’t conscious thought.
She was probably pulling me in with all her strength too, her birth canal moving in waves, trying to milk out every drop. But likewise, that wasn’t conscious either—nor something we could perceive in this moment.
We just silently—though we might have been shouting, I couldn’t tell as usual—shared our love, and wished for it to come true.
We spent a long time like that, sharing the moment of climax, according to that wish. Eventually, little by little, my senses returned. Naturally, I perceived her sweat, her breath, her scent, her warmth, her flushed skin, and the impulse began to rise again. But then…
”…I’m quite jealous, you know.”
A voice so like the woman I loved most and knew best, even though our blood ties were supposedly thin. Before I could make sense of it, my hips were lifted, and I was flipped over. The body of the beloved woman who’d been in my arms was now at my back, and the body of the beloved woman who’d been at my back was now on my hips.
I saw her bra and shorts fly off into the distance, but I couldn’t process it in that moment. I just, without a moment’s rest, followed the impulse again and pulled the woman before me into my arms.
Slightly more voluptuous than before, with a slightly sweeter scent. Not a comparison of who was better—just a fact. The taste… it seemed sweeter because of the scent, but salty was salty.
Think of even that thought as something that was there and not there. The same heat as before, a squeeze that felt just a touch gentler. What was different this time was the desperate, frantic energy born of having been made to wait—and a gaze thick with fierce hunger.
”Next, it’s my turn…♡♡♡?”
”…Yeah. Come here, Flearis.”
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Summary:
Kento reflects on Kushe’s challenge about his lack of mindfulness regarding contraceptives, leading to an intimate escalation where both commit to their “serious” baby-making declaration. The scene intensifies through all five senses as Kento loses himself in the obsession of impregnating Kushe. Flearis, having waited her turn, interrupts with jealousy and claims Kento for herself.
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Trivia:
Kushe’s dark-green open bra and open shorts match her hair color.
Flearis’s underwear is peach-colored, contrasting with Kushe’s.
The contraceptives require conscious daily ingestion, which Kushe finds burdensome.
The “serious” motif (本気) appears four times as a narrative anchor.
Flearis is Kento’s adoptive sister with thin blood ties.
The scene emphasizes all five senses: sight, touch, smell, hearing, and taste.
Kushe’s impregnation plea is described as “practiced” and “masterclass” level.
Flearis’s interruption carries longing, competition, and patient hunger.
Notes:
• Kushe – Kento’s companion and Coalmine’s head Court Mage, this blunt, deadpan woman has haphazard dark green hair and a loose robe. Elegant in combat, she delivers reality checks, leaks secrets, breeds Nixfen monsters, complains about her knees, and is bewildered by Kento’s slime yet next in line for his mating season. She joins a group learning to act spoiled toward him but is otherwise only mentioned.
• Flearis – A pale, pink-haired covert unit member serving as a diplomatic envoy, guard, shopkeeper, and Coalmine Kingdom liaison. The protagonist’s relative—Lily’s sister and Martin’s younger foster sister/sister-in-law—she displays a cold, vengeful pragmatism, notably when reporting Lily’s words to Martin. Though only mentioned, she is noted as next in line for mating season.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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