597 Afterword – The Hero’s Melancholy (2)

597.

The discussion ended without any particular gain.

My wives, wanting my pregnancy, tried hard to persuade me. Cutely coaxing, confidently seducing… They demanded my pregnancy with every means possible.

Of course, I refused with all my might. But I couldn’t hide my flushed face. Knowing I was cornered, my wives didn’t back down easily.

In the end, the result was no conclusion. But if I had to say, it was my complete defeat.

Contrary to my intention to prohibit the demand for pregnancy, I ended up imprinting the word ‘pregnancy’ in each other’s heads to the point of exhaustion.

Damn it…

Of course, I am well aware of the joy of having my child with someone I love.

The fact that everyone in the mansion so persistently wants my pregnancy probably means they love me that much.

I know that well, but… that doesn’t mean I can easily accept pregnancy.

Well, this is just a passing fad. It’ll quiet down in a week or a month.

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A month?

Even after three months, the atmosphere in the mansion remained the same.

No, it seemed the desire to make me pregnant was only intensifying.

My wives are demanding my pregnancy more and more explicitly. 90% of what they say to me is close to sexual harassment. The level is soaring sky-high.

Perhaps it’s partly my fault.

My mistake of not firmly stating that I would never get pregnant.

But I couldn’t do that.

Just hearing the two letters ‘pregnancy’ makes my heart melt. I don’t know why.

So my attitude was ambiguous. I didn’t seem to really hate it, but I wouldn’t allow it, such a nasty attitude. I might be unknowingly teasing my wives.

“Hero-nim… won’t you get pregnant soon? Sex with pregnancy allowed… feels so good… Don’t you want to feel the sensation of receiving sperm directly into your uterus, pyut pyut…?”

Riel’s seduction, fully equipped as an incubus. It’s truly an incubus’s seduction. No, in this case, should I call her an incubus?

“The basis of a contract is give and take, right? If you’ve impregnated so many women, wouldn’t it be fair for you to get pregnant too? Especially for a Hero-nim who should be fair in everything.”

“Preg-nant, preg-nant, preg-nant, preg-nant, preg-nant.”

Keuk…

There were also cases where they came at me directly without a word. Like Elena, who approached silently while I was lying on the sofa, resting.

Kkuuuuuk. Kkuuuuuk.

“Hng, hnggeueut… S, suddenly, wh, what are you doing…”

Elena’s two fingers press down on my lower abdomen with considerable force. Right where the uterus is. Being the same body, the location was incredibly accurate.

Elena’s fingers strongly press on my belly, as if directly massaging the uterus. With a serious face, without a word.

“Euh, hngeueut… Th, th-that… Hng… I, I’m… Hyaat…”

The sensation of the uterus being touched directly from the outside. It’s a different sensation from being stimulated internally through the vagina. I feel the tingling sensation in my uterus that I only feel during deep climaxes.

“S, stooop…!”

I barely shook off Elena’s hand and ran away. On Elena’s face, as I hurriedly ran away, there was a faint smile, not disappointment. As if she was thinking, ‘It’s almost time.’

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The biggest problem with the situation reaching this point is my wishy-washy attitude.

And I had a guess as to why I couldn’t strongly reject pregnancy.

It’s probably because the memories of IF, who had experienced countless pregnancies, remain with me.

It’s too many to recall individually, but strangely, the worlds of IF where I was pregnant had many happy endings. Even in situations that were objectively difficult to consider HAPPY, ‘Elena who was pregnant’ was subjectively feeling considerable happiness.

Because of that, hasn’t the formula ‘pregnancy is good, a happy thing’ become ingrained in my consciousness without me knowing?

If so, perhaps looking at the situation again from a third-person perspective might help break that perception.

That’s why I came here, to the Sanctuary of Origin.

A majestic sanctuary with green glowing water. A space of reminiscence where the memories of this world, which has been reset repeatedly, gather.

I wetted my feet in the cold water and walked to the center of the water.

Originally, it’s Rene’s unique authority to manage this place, but if it’s me, who has the supreme divinity in this world, it’s no problem.

Above all, browsing the reminiscences is a protagonist’s natural privilege, after all.

Activating the power of omnipotence within the sanctuary, IF’s memories rise in the form of crystals. Among them, the ones I want to see today are the stories of IF who were pregnant.

‘A happy ending♥ living as the wife of a human I really hate… Let’s start with this one…’

I have all of IF’s memories. It’s a bit hazy because it’s an old memory. But looking at the title, I think I know the general content.

It was definitely a story about having a child with a dirty old man named Black. What’s so happy about that ending?

When I touched the crystal, the memory of that time began to replay vividly before my eyes.

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“Haa, haa, haaaat…”

How many memories have I peeked into? It feels like quite a bit of time has passed. As if it’s become a habit, I placed my hand on the next crystal.

‘I can’t stop…’

It’s like I’ve returned to the days when I enjoyed playing eroge. As with most eroge players, seeing a cleared scene again in the flashback room revives the excitement of that time.

The story unfolds vividly before my eyes. But the ‘reminiscence’ of the space of reminiscence doesn’t just show scenes. It’s about becoming the ‘Elena’ of that time and experiencing all the sensations together.

That means that every time I touch a crystal, I experience pregnancy.

The fearful sensation of receiving unwanted seeds and having my belly swell. But as the life conceived inside my body grows, the fear and disgust gradually fade.

When the moment of birth finally arrives, ‘I’ burst into tears with a sacred emotion. It was a joy I had forgotten.

The joy of pregnancy that I had forgotten even though I had IF’s memories. No, maybe I hadn’t forgotten it. Is that why my body trembled so much at my wives’ demands for pregnancy, knowing this feeling?

If getting pregnant and giving birth to children with the seeds of unknown men, thieves, and dirty old men is so happy, then if I get pregnant with the seeds of my beloved wives…

‘Eueut…’

It would surely be an incomparably happy thing. The voices of my wives, urging me to get pregnant, seem to linger in my ears.

Was coming here a mistake? No, looking at the happiness still floating in my consciousness, it’s definitely not.

Rather, it was an excellent choice in that it made me realize how good pregnancy is.

Let’s do it.

It seems okay to get pregnant. My heart was leaning in the opposite direction from when I first came here. Although I’m still a little scared.

In the end, it was ‘myself’ who persuaded me. Not with words or actions, but with the memories of the past themselves.

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“E-everyone, please listen… It’s an important announcement…”

Again, with me in the center, my wives are sitting around in a circle. ‘The 2nd Hero Pregnancy Countermeasures Committee.’ The keynote of this meeting is going to be quite different from the last one.

“C, cough… First of all… I, Hero Lena… H, have decided to get pregnant…”

“Uh…”

A moment of shock created silence, but soon uncontrollable emotion and exclamations spread.

“C, c, calm down! D, don’t get boners! Don’t show it now, it’s vulgar! Haa, haa… S, so, anyway… I, I have something to discuss with everyone…”

“What is it?”

Selina’s body is leaning forward, as if she wants to take action right away. I hesitated and continued.

“Well… Once you get pregnant, you have to carry the baby for at least about 10 months, right? So… I’m going to decide whose child to get pregnant with first…”

Another moment of silence. But this time, what filled the space after the silence was a suffocating tension.

Only one person among them can make me pregnant for the first time.

Everyone knows that. A chilling tension, unthinkable in their usual friendly atmosphere, flows in each other’s eyes.

Well, this is the flow I expected.

“So, how are you going to decide? No matter what you say here, you’ll never reach a conclusion, right? Because compromise is impossible.”

“Y, yes, that’s right. So, I’m going to give you a clear criterion.”

Everyone closes their mouths and focuses on my next words. I could feel them pricking up their ears, not wanting to miss a single word.

“Try to defeat me. I will allow the first person to defeat me to have my first pregnancy.”