That night.
As I was relaxing in my room, a knock came at the door.
"Can I come in?"
"Arte? Of course. Make yourself at home."
I didn’t need her to say who it was.
The only person who ever tried to enter my room was Arte.
Other members of Arachne were stationed at my house as well—at least one at all times.
It was a precaution against any potential attacks, given Arte’s pregnancy.
But they avoided stepping into my room like the plague.
"What’s up?"
At first, we had all been staying at Arachne’s base of operations, but Arte had refused to stay there.
She didn’t want the children in her womb to hear anything unpleasant.
I hadn’t understood what she meant at first, but after visiting the basement of that mansion once, I stopped arguing.
Even I thought it might not be the best environment.
Of course, they had occasionally come into my room to chat in the beginning…
But less than a week into this arrangement, their footsteps toward my door had stopped entirely.
"U-um, well…"
"Just say it."
There was no need to ask why. The reason was obvious.
It was because of my lovely girlfriend right in front of me.
Arte.
She was… a little—no, *very* jealous.
I had suspected as much, but seeing it in action, they’d started restraining themselves to avoid setting her off.
And honestly, I found her jealousy kind of adorable, so I hadn’t stopped her.
"Can we… sleep together tonight?"
"…Sleep together?"
"Yes. Is that not allowed?"
*Sleep together?*
Did Arte even realize what she was asking?
When I turned to look at her, I saw her face flushed, her gaze averted.
…She probably knew exactly what she was saying.
Especially since she was clutching a pillow to her chest like she’d made up her mind.
"…No."
"Why not?"
"You know why."
If it were just sleeping, there’d be no problem.
But would I really be able to just *sleep* next to Arte?
…Not a chance.
I’d lose control and do something I shouldn’t.
Even pregnant, she was still as lovely as ever.
That was precisely why I’d suggested we use separate beds for a while.
She should’ve known that.
"…The doctor said it’s fine during the stable period."
"What?"
"I-if we don’t do it too intensely, it’s actually… good for the baby…"
Had she really asked the doctor about *that*?
Arte’s face burned crimson, as if the very thought of saying it out loud was embarrassing.
"Still, no."
"W-why not?!"
"Don’t ask the obvious."
To make my point clear, I pulled down my pants just enough for her to see.
What greeted her was my fully erect cock, already standing at attention.
She hadn’t expected me to be this worked up, had she?
Arte seemed at a loss for words, hesitating, so I took a bold step toward her.
Startled, she took a step back.
We repeated the same dance several times.
Before long, her back hit the wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat. I pressed my cock against her stomach.
Then, seizing her flustered arm, I crushed my lips against hers.
Was she surprised by the roughness of the kiss?
I could see her wide, trembling eyes in my peripheral vision.
"Phew. ...Now do you get it?"
"Uh, uh, that... "
"As you know, I’ve been a little pent up lately."
When Arte and I first had sex, I went at it for three days straight.
I wanted to cherish Arte so much that all the pent-up lust I’d stored for so long exploded out of me.
As a result, I lost control and devoured her.
And what happened after that?
The whole house was a complete mess, and it took forever to clean up.
The smell wouldn’t go away, so even in the cold weather, I had to keep the windows open.
Even now, some of the stains from back then still lingered in corners of the house.
And that wasn’t all—there were the aftereffects of that intense session.
I was fine because I trained regularly, but...
Arte’s Ability was so versatile that she tended not to train as much.
Because of that, her stamina was a bit lower than other superhumans.
In the end, she had to lie in bed like a corpse for days.
"What if I lose control like I did that day?"
"... "
After that, we never went that hard again.
I wasn’t that sexually frustrated anymore.
I didn’t want Arte to suffer, so we made love like a normal couple.
...But now it was different.
I hadn’t been with Arte for a while, so I was sexually frustrated again.
My desire to cherish her hadn’t changed, and it hadn’t even been that long.
But right now, I was at my limit.
Because I’d already seen Arte in a mess.
I knew how adorably she moaned when she felt good, how incredible she felt inside, where to thrust to make her feel best.
She preferred facing me rather than doggy style, and during sex, she’d beg for kisses at every chance.
I knew how soft her body was, how cute and lovable she was, how much she loved me.
That was exactly why I couldn’t have sex with her now.
Because I knew that if I held her, she’d smile helplessly and accept all my desires.
Because I knew how adorable she looked when she was a mess.
...Because I knew that if I gave in to temptation, the act would inevitably become rough.
"For our child’s sake... Nngh?!"
"...Sorry."
"Arte, w-wait...!"
But Arte defied my expectation that she’d stop here.
She grabbed my cock—pressed against her stomach as a threat—firmly in one hand and dragged me toward the bed.
It was so hard that even a tight grip didn’t hurt, but maybe because she’d grabbed my weak spot...
I couldn’t help but flinch, and in the end, I had no choice but to go along with what Arte wanted.
As I was laid down on the bed, I urgently shouted, truly worried about the safety of my daughter in Arte’s belly.
"Arte, think again. For the baby’s sake..."
"Don’t worry."
"H-how can I not worry?! It’s our child!"
"If the problem is that Siwoo has too much stamina, then we can just drain some of it first."
"W-what does that—Nngh?!"
Swish, swish.
Before I knew it, I was moaning at the hand stroking my cock, now limp from the shock.
Arte, who had somehow already stripped and settled comfortably around my waist, began to tease me.
"Ar... te...! J-just...! Hah—Nngh...!"
"It’s fine. That’s what I’m telling you to do."
"Nngh···!"
Thick, milky fluid soiled Arte’s hand and left a stain on the pristine white bedsheet.
Watching the scene, Arte let out a small gasp of admiration.
"Wow, that’s a lot. You must have really built up."
"···."
"Huh? What’s wrong?"
A wave of self-loathing crashed over me.
···There were plenty of excuses I could make.
I’d been too excited. Arte’s handjob technique was just that good. I’d been holding back for months and was on the verge of exploding.
Countless reasons came to mind, but none of them changed the outcome.
I’d come embarrassingly fast.
With just one hand.
"···Ah, what? You were worried about that?"
"I want to die···."
It didn’t help that I usually lasted much longer, or that one foot wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me.
None of that mattered.
It felt like my pride as a man had been shattered.
Arte must have noticed my sudden deflation, because she quickly figured out why I was upset.
"···Hmm, what do I do now."
She fidgeted, clearly searching for a way to comfort me, but···
I didn’t think any words of consolation would make me feel better.
Arte wouldn’t tease me over something like this, but the shame was all my own.
Did she think she’d stimulated me so hard that it wrecked my self-esteem?
After hesitating for a while, Arte timidly asked me,
"Uh, so··· do you want to touch my breasts?"
"···Yeah."
That did it.
No, well. It could happen, right?
I usually lasted way longer than that.
That was just… what do you call it.
An accident. Yeah.
As if to prove my theory, after I came once, Arte started stroking my cock again—but this time, I didn’t climax so easily.
"How is it? Does it feel good?"
"···Yeah. You’re good at this."
I let out a small sigh.
It wasn’t just that Arte showed no signs of stopping···
I was getting worked up too.
At this point, I might as well go along with what Arte had in mind.
I didn’t want to end things unfinished without sex either. So for now, I’d just enjoy her touch.
But I didn’t want to heal the wound to my pride just by groping her breasts.
It felt a little unfair if only I got to enjoy myself.
So I lunged into Arte’s arms.
"Eek···?! W-Why so sudden···Nngh?!"
"Slurp, mmpf. Hmm, no milk’s coming out."
"O-Of course not! I’m pregnant, but I haven’t given birth yet!"
"Aw, I thought it would."
Arte stared at me like I was insane.
But I ignored her and kept sucking at her breasts.
"Nn··· A-Ah, no matter how much you squeeze, there’s no milk···!"
"Think of it as practice. For when the baby comes."
"W-What kind of··· Hngh?!"
"I can’t steal our daughter’s food··· but Arte’s mine. Gotta get a taste ahead of time."
"B-But it doesn’t even taste good···"
"No, it’s delicious."
How could anything be more delicious than Arte’s flushed face and the sight of her breasts from below?
For a while after that, we spent our time fondling and teasing each other.