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Fosao’s thick penis was buried deep inside Tia’s hot womb.

As someone watching, I had no way of knowing what was truly happening inside.

What it felt like. What they were thinking.

That was something only ‘two people’ in this world knew and could share.

But seeing the obese Fosao’s hips tremble, I realized.

Right now.

That man whom everyone in the world despised and hated.

That wicked pig who knocked me down and forced me to take medicine.

He was crushing ‘Tia,’ whom I loved… who was my everything…

And only to impregnate her, he was forcefully squeezing his dirty semen into her beautiful womb.

That much, I could know.

“Hoo-.”

Fosao bent down and kissed Tia again.

He spread sticky saliva on her soft lips, then licked her tender nape. He ran his tongue down her collarbone and chest, then obscenely sucked her swelling breasts.

Soon, Tia’s body was completely covered in Fosao’s saliva.

The meaning of that filthy act was… possession.

The mark a male decisively carved onto a female who had finally become his own.

From now on, this young, slender body was a symbol of ownership, leaving the meaning that no other man could ever covet it.

“Hehe…♥”

But Tia felt even that as love. As if a mother cat was licking and cradling her kitten, she watched Fosao greedily suck her breast with his tongue and chuckled silently.

And she unhesitatingly offered her beautiful body, allowing ‘the man she chose’ to savor every inch of it.

Fosao snorted like an ox and bit her nipple.

Then, an elegant, pure white hand, free of any stray hairs, brushed back his thinning hair.

“Even if you suck hard, milk won’t come out yet.”

“Heehee! It’s just because I, I like Tia. I wanted to l-lick everything.”

In the eyes of the girl in love, only Fosao’s face was reflected.

“…Did you like it that much?”

“Uh-huh. T-Tia, when I think about you having my baby… I just can’t h-hold back….”

“Hehe-.”

Tia gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

She gazed blankly at the spot, full of Fosao’s semen, and asked.

“Do you think… a baby was made?”

“I-I don’t know yet. That’s something the h-heavens decide. But…”

Fosao grinned, wrinkles creasing his plump cheeks.

“They say if you have a l-lot of sex, the chances of getting pregnant are h-high.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to work hard, Mister.”

“Y-Yeah, that’s right. But let’s take a l-little break. I’m getting o-older, so it’s hard to go right away.”

Fosao, who had hesitantly stood up, let out a long breath.

“Hoo-.”

And the moment he pulled his penis out of where they were connected, moving his hips back.

A gush of white fluid flowed out from Tia’s intimate spot.

“Ah.”

Perhaps feeling the semen trickle down between her buttocks, Tia instinctively raised her hips high.

Her posture seemed as if she grudged even a single drop escaping, wanting to fully retain Fosao’s semen inside her vagina.

The gap where the white fluid pooled thinly… was like Tia’s lips, full of milk, from her childhood.

Fosao flopped down beside Tia and embraced her.

And with his thick hand, he gently stroked the girl’s belly.

“D-don’t put on clothes, Tia. We’re going to k-keep doing it.”

“……”

There was no verbal answer, but her faint, smiling expression was a reply.

*Whoosh-*.

I couldn’t bear to watch, so I fast-forwarded time.

Tia and Fosao took a short break and then immediately had sex again.

On the bed, leaning against the wall, while making food in the kitchen.

They were always naked and pressed against each other, anywhere and everywhere.

The kitchen with abundant food, a suitably heated hearth, the idle hours.

And a man and woman with nothing but thoughts of making a baby.

The deserted village was a place where their pleasure-soaked moans could echo freely, with no one to hear them.

In that way, the body heat they felt as they touched each other, and the pounding of their hearts heard when one pressed an ear to the other’s chest, were the only means to prove they were alive.

Tia and Fosao, whenever their eyes met, would intertwine their bodies as if they had made a promise.

This place was truly an elegant pigsty.

And the two of them were pigs swept up in heat, copulating wildly.

After intravaginal ejaculation was permitted, Fosao explored Tia’s body even more frequently than usual.

Like a mayfly born for this moment, as soon as he was erect, he immediately grabbed the girl’s waist. When he squirted semen into her innocent womb, he would pant and his legs would tremble.

Tia closed her eyes and accepted it all.

Receiving all the lust of the old, obese man rejected by the world, her cheeks and ears flushed red.

The transparent skin between her thighs, almost translucent, was always moist with semen that had slightly leaked out, and Fosao refilled it before it could even dry.

Though pressed down by his heavy body all day long, Tia showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

The explosive libido of the girl, who was in her prime, was not easily satisfied by that much.

Eventually, Tia climbed on top of Fosao herself and swayed her hips, whispering in a frenzy of excitement.

“Haa…♥ Haak…♥ Mister… I like it…♥”

Even I had never seen Tia like that.

I never thought she could make such lewd and captivating expressions.

I knew Tia had a high libido. Sometimes she would boldly climb on top of me and rub her breasts against me, and I had seen her secretly masturbating while viewing her memories.

But she waited a long time to keep her ‘promise’ with me.

She endured and suppressed herself, recalling the village ‘rule’ that a woman who hadn’t had her baptismal ceremony shouldn’t date a man.

But now Tia had no more ‘promises’ to keep, and the village whose ‘rules’ she had to uphold was also gone.

With a completely relaxed expression and heart… she indulged her desires without restraint.

Inserting Fosao’s penis and fully receiving his semen.

They whispered words of love to each other with sincere hearts, and had sex to make a baby.

Slowly, the day grew dark.

The night of February 2nd, Tia’s birthday, passed like that.

Days continued where they would fall asleep as if collapsing immediately after finishing, and have sex again as soon as day broke.

When a short break came.

Something was held in Tia’s hand as she lay embraced by Fosao.

It was ‘starflower.’

When she gently shook the glass bottle, the beautiful flowers danced in the water.

Tia shook the bottle like that repeatedly, watching the flowers slowly drift down.

Fosao, holding Tia, asked.

“Is it fun?”

“It’s not exactly fun… but it makes me think a lot when I look at it.”

“Wh-what thoughts?”

“Things that happened in Charrlak.”

Tia placed the glass bottle between her thighs and closed her eyes.

“Mister, do you know the names of the children who gave me this gift?”

“Uh… I d-don’t know.”

“They’re Chii and Pashu. I remember all of them. They were really cute children.”

“I s-see.”

“I also remember when you peeked into the bathhouse and I caught you, Mister.”

“Nghaaah-! Th-that was a misunderstanding…!”

“Haha-! I know! But… what does it matter? Now I’m naked and held in your arms like this, Mister.”

“Ah- Heehee. Y-Yeah, right?”

Tia picked up the trophy lying beside her.

She looked it over, and when Fosao’s face was comically reflected on its bulging surface, she let out a small chuckle.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

She put down the trophy with a nostalgic look and then stroked her nape.

Between Tia’s swelling breasts was a blue sapphire brooch.

“Recalling memories… is always pleasant.”

“Well- the things w-we’ve experienced are h-hard to forget for a lifetime, aren’t they?”

“We had gladiator matches. We even formed a merchant guild and sold goods.”

“We also went to noble l-lounges and gave s-speeches. Heehee.”

“……When I think about it, Mister, you were always by my side.”

Touching Fosao’s thick arm resting on her chest, Tia smiled.

“Just like now.”

As she turned her head, their eyes met.

After a light kiss, Fosao asked.

“Then, Tia, when was the h-happiest time in your life?”

“The happiest time?”

I knew the answer to that.

When we kissed at the Lake of Promise.

The smile Tia showed then was the happiest I had ever seen her.

“The fireworks. When we watched them together.”

But a different answer came from Tia’s lips.

“Ohh-! Th-that time. It was good.”

“The fireworks were so beautiful, if I get the chance, I’d like to see them again.”

“Uh-huh. Let’s g-go see them again. Later.”

“Hehe. It’s a promise.”

It was gone.

‘I’ was already gone from Tia’s heart.

The happy memories Tia and I shared… had been overwritten with something equally significant.

With memories of Fosao.

“Mister, when was the happiest time for you?”

“Me? Nghaa- I, I guess it was ‘that time’ t-too… Heehee.”

“‘That time’?”

“Well, you see-”

*Grab.*

The dark hand that had been draped loosely over Tia’s shoulder suddenly grabbed her breast.

“T-the night we came back from the fireworks. When I massaged T-Tia’s chest.”

“Huh-?”

“W-when I think about that time, I, even now….”

“Hick?!”

Tia, startled, suddenly gasped.

“It just touched my back… Surely you don’t want to do it again?”

“Heeheehee….”

Tia blushed, then reached her hand behind her back.

And as she stroked Fosao’s hardened penis, she spoke.

“Mister… tell me honestly now.”

“Hm?”

“Back then, when you said it was ‘advanced technique’ or ‘full-body massage’ and used me as practice. That was all a lie, wasn’t it?”

“……Uh?”

Fosao’s face stiffened.

“Haa- It’s fine. I really believed you back then, but after living with you, I realized it was all a complete lie.”

“I-I’m sorry….”

“Hmm- I wasn’t really saying that to get an apology. Anyway, I truly trusted you back then. It’s my fault for not doubting you.”

“Uh-huh….”

Tia turned her head and looked down at Fosao’s penis, which she was holding in her hand.

“Do you know something?”

“Hmm?”

“That night, when you touched my chest, Mister. I was really excited.”

“Uh-huh…. T-Tia, your b-breathing was rough then, wasn’t it?”

“What if, back then, Mister. You had honestly told me you wanted to be with me…?”

“Ngh?”

In front of the foolish-sounding Fosao, Tia suddenly seemed to grow shy and turned her head.

And she whispered softly.

“Perhaps…”

No.

That can’t be.

Back then, surely…

“…I might have allowed it.”