"Hah, hah... "
Cold sweat dripped down my face.
How much time had passed since I’d stopped sucking on Arte’s breasts—partly out of a sense of revenge—and just endured her ministrations?
Arte looked at me and grinned.
"...Hmm, I think this should be enough!"
"Hngh, nngh... "
W-What the hell, why is she so good at this?
It wasn’t like I’d never gotten a handjob from Arte before.
But compared to those times, which had felt like child’s play, now that she was putting her all into it, I was completely at her mercy. Her technique left me helpless.
How many times had I cum already?
At some point, the floor was already slick with my semen.
"Well then, since you’re running out of energy..."
Arte carefully lay down on the bed and settled into position.
Then, with a mischievous smile, she began to tempt me.
"Don’t you want to feel it somewhere other than my hand...?"
"...Arte. Are you going to keep teasing me like that?"
"Hehe."
I could feel my dick, which had been on the verge of death, springing back to attention.
The way she spread her pussy and seduced me was just too erotic.
She was probably doing it on purpose.
After all, it had been Arte who’d tempted me today, even though I’d said we should wait until tomorrow.
As if confirming my suspicions, she giggled to herself. I let out a small sigh.
...In the end, I was just pathetic for falling for this kind of temptation.
"I’m going to take it slow today."
"Hehe, that’ll be a new experience."
In the end, it seemed I couldn’t resist Arte’s seduction.
Like sailors lured by a siren’s song, I approached her in a daze and inserted myself into her pussy.
There was no need for foreplay.
She must’ve been turned on from stroking my cock, because her pussy was already glistening with arousal.
"...Aahn, hngh."
"How is it? You okay?"
"I-It feels... a little strange, but I’m fine."
I inserted myself as slowly as possible to avoid startling her.
But every time she let out a moan, I flinched and had to stop.
Seeing my reaction, Arte must’ve thought I was too worried about her to enjoy myself properly.
She wrapped her arms around me and whispered,
"It’s okay. You can move."
"...You sure? It doesn’t hurt?"
"Yes, you don’t need to worry. You have intuition, but you overthink things too much."
"..."
Well, of course I do. The safety of the woman I love and our daughter is at stake.
Annoyed at Arte treating me like a coward, I slowly began to rock my hips.
"Ah, mmn... Hah, nngh... I-It feels so strange..."
"Hah, hah... "
Strange feeling.
Siwoo was feeling that same strange sensation Arte had mentioned.
It was definitely sex.
The same sex he and Arte had always enjoyed.
And yet, it felt completely different from usual.
"Mmn, hah... Kiss, kiss me please..."
"At this rate, you’re going to be a kiss addict."
"Don’t say that... "
"Alright, alright."
I teased Arte a little, but truthfully, I couldn’t hold back from kissing her either. So I gave her what she wanted and pressed my lips to hers.
But instead of the usual passionate kisses, I matched the slow rhythm of my hips, savoring her lips leisurely.
"Chu, mhm, ah, ahn, chuup···."
It’s a strange feeling.
Arte and I had never had sex like this before.
We’d always been too busy chasing our own pleasure.
If Arte hadn’t been pregnant, today probably wouldn’t have been any different.
"Hold me, hold me···."
I pulled her close again and kissed her deeply.
Fortunately, Arte didn’t seem to be in any pain, and as my tension eased, a wave of pleasure washed over my entire body.
It was a different kind of pleasure from the primal ecstasy of exploring each other’s bodies.
A feeling of being so deeply connected that it was almost as if our bodies had become one.
I looked into Arte’s eyes.
She, too, was gazing back with eyes glazed from the unfamiliar pleasure.
···I could feel my cock swelling slightly inside her.
Under normal circumstances, I would’ve been unable to resist this level of arousal and started ravishing her.
But right now, instead of chasing that primal pleasure, I felt a strong desire to connect with her even more.
"It feels so strange···."
"Me too."
"It’s like… I feel like Siwoo and I have become one. I can feel you inside me even more clearly···."
It was the same for me.
I could feel Arte more vividly than usual.
It was as if the sensation of her walls tightening around me was spreading through my entire body.
Was she feeling something similar?
Perhaps sensing my climax approaching, Arte wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again.
"Huu, uhn···. Chup, haah···."
We kissed once more, as if to reaffirm our love, and I lost track of time.
Arte and I locked eyes and nodded.
Neither of us was satisfied with just one round.
The novelty of this different kind of pleasure, and the warm, enveloping sensation that seemed to wrap around our entire bodies.
Arte and I, swept up in that feeling, began to leisurely explore each other’s bodies.
"Ehehe."
"···Why are you laughing?"
"No, it’s just… it’s a little funny."
"Funny?"
Unlike our past sex, where we’d been too busy moaning from the violent pleasure to speak, we now moved slowly, chatting lightly while staying connected.
But even that was enough. We knew each other’s bodies far too well.
"Well, there’s a baby in my belly, right?"
"···So?"
"What if the baby knows that the person poking it right now is its dad?"
"You…"
"Should I tell it to stop thumping around? Ahaha."
I wanted to tease Arte for her comment, but the thought suddenly made me a little self-conscious.
···It was impossible for the baby to actually know, but still.
Just in case, I gently rubbed her belly and spoke.
"Ah, it’s Daddy···?"
"A-AHAHAHAHAT···! W-What is that···!"
"···."
I shouldn’t have said that.
I really shouldn’t have.
Annoyed by Arte’s laughter, I turned my head away, but she just laughed and cupped my face.
"Huhu, sorry. You were just too cute."
"···I’m not sulking."
"Yeees, yeees."
Ugh.
Anyone listening would think I *was* sulking.
Sure enough, Arte seemed convinced I was pouting and kissed my forehead with a smile.
"···Hey, Siwoo."
"Hm? What?"
"Shall we pick up the pace a little at the end?"
"Huh? That…"
"Just a little should be fine, right? Hmm?"
"…I told you not to."
"Hehe. How about we call it a request from your naughty girlfriend?"
I was certain.
I would spend the rest of my life granting Arte’s requests.
But the thought didn’t bother me at all.
What kind of request from such a lovely lover could I possibly refuse?
Just to be safe, I focused my intuition, but it didn’t seem like speeding up a little now would cause any problems. So I gradually began to increase the pace.
"Ah, ahh, ahk, hah, haah…"
"Arte, Arte…"
"Huu, haah, haah… I love you, Siwoo. I love you."
"I love you too, Arte."
For a while, Arte and I whispered our love to each other as we explored one another.
With the fruit of our love between us.
And so, our small, illicit moment together passed.
"…Haa."
"Why are you sighing like that?"
"No, it’s just… my side hurts a little."
Laira, who had been snacking on grapes in the kitchen, let out a sigh.
She had heard the sounds of the two of them whispering their love.
"They really can’t live without each other, huh."
"…If you’re that envious, why don’t you get a lover? The boss wouldn’t oppose it."
"As if it’s that easy."
"Why not? It’s not like it’s hard."
"You sure talk like it’s nothing."
"Well, of course I do. It’s not like I even have the option."
Laira glanced down, and at the end of her gaze was Spira’s tail.
Come to think of it, wasn’t that her entire lower body now?
It seemed like after eating that elixir, her lower half had changed like that.
"So that changed too, huh?"
"Of course it did. Do you think anyone would actually like this?"
Spira began swaying her tail back and forth with a swishing sound. Without thinking, Laira replied,
"…Well, I mean, there *has* to be someone…"
"Hmph. Fine, maybe somewhere out there, there’s a person who likes a woman with a snake for a lower body. But *I* don’t."
"Why not?"
"How would *you* feel if you saw someone who could fuck a werewolf?"
A person who could fuck a werewolf?
Laira tried to imagine it in her head.
A man with his cock standing at attention in front of her werewolf form.
"…Blech."
"See? That’s exactly how I feel."
"…Yeah, that’s fair."
"So I gave up on that a long time ago."
It was a reason that made Laira nod in agreement without realizing it.
So Spira had her own struggles too.
Laira had always thought of her as just a gluttonous food-worm with nothing to brag about except her stubborn vitality.
Maybe she should treat her a little better from now on.
"…You’re not thinking something weird, are you?"
"I’m not thinking anything."
"Everyone, stop wasting your breath and go to sleep. And stop eavesdropping on Arte-nim’s… intimate moments."
"…You were the one listening the most intently."
"A-hem! That’s not true! I was just… worried Yu Siwoo might be late tomorrow…!"
"Yeah, yeah."