episode_0026

When the sun rose the next morning, to my surprise, I was able to stand up with both feet on the ground. Because I had had so much sex, I was ready to accept it without being surprised when I was told that I would have to lie in bed for a few days with a uterine hernia… It’s good to have magic.

There is no problem with my body, any bodily fluids on my body or splashes all over the room have been cleaned up… I can start the day feeling refreshed.

“Wait a minute… If all traces of last night have been erased… What about the baby in my stomach? Could it be that… the baby’s existence wasn’t erased?”

The moment I confirmed that I had let go of my baby whom I had not even seen yet, it was magic and I knew I would be looking at the gloomy sky every day from now on, but I hurriedly concentrated all my nerves on my stomach. Fortunately, my baby was still intact and in the exact same place where I checked it last night. It’s probably going through divisions by now.

After confirming that the baby in my stomach was fine, I sighed and muttered to myself. It was a muttering to inform myself of the facts once again.

“Whew… I’m glad. This is a baby born in a space created by overlaying reality with a dream using Elysia’s magic… I was very worried that we would be separated forever when the magic was lifted and we returned to our original bedroom…”

Elysia was lying next to me on the spacious bed, and seeing that her eyes were closed tightly, it seemed like it would take a little more time for her to wake up. Well then, let’s go check out what Bryn and Hannah are doing in the next room. First of all, take good care of your clothes so that tattoos that would be embarrassing to show to your child are not exposed to the outside world.

I carefully left the room so as not to wake Elysia, opened the door to the next room, and entered. Hannah (human form), who happened to be up, greeted me warmly.

“Good night, Paula. I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Ugh, yes. thank you. But I’m glad you’re safe. The ship we’re on is a cruise ship, not a combat ship. Is there something that can prevent us from getting up safely?”

Something amazing happened to me last night, and I was a bit upset, but since it happened in a magic space that can never be destroyed by beings other than the caster (Elysia’s claim), Hannah has no way of knowing about it. So the most natural reaction here is to pretend nothing happened…

“I’m cautious about saying this, but… didn’t you have marital relations with Elysia last night?”

“Yes, you… how…?”

“Actually, I wasn’t sure until just now… but looking at that reaction, I’m sure something happened last night.”

Hannah tried to take me far away from the bed so that Bryn, who was growing up, wouldn’t wake up when she heard the sound of words, and I, who had been pricked a lot, followed her with my eyes trembling. Hannah continued what she was saying only after leading me into the bathroom.

Listening to the story, Hannah read the flow of magical power that occurred immediately after the magic space created by Elysia was lifted, but she could not feel anything when the space was created, so there was no way to intervene when Elysia and I were in a relationship.

“You probably used magic that contained a spell that prevented time from passing at all outside the space. Otherwise, you would inevitably be detected by other wizards as soon as you use that magic.”

From what I heard, it seemed that in a magical space that does not involve time, people outside the space would recognize its existence, whether late or early, and try to destroy or use it. This is especially true when allies are trapped in a space created by the enemy.

When you become an archmage, you can recognize spaces that completely stop real time outside the space, such as Elysia’s magic space, and can artificially create a gap to sneak in. However, Elysia’s magic space has strict security measures to prevent this from happening. It is said that this is also impossible because it is the vision of the succubus race that has come to fruition.

How serious were Elysia’s maternal ancestors about rape that they turned away from practical magic like Meteor and created magic that seemed to have no use other than to rape the person they liked without interference…

It’s a bit surprising that the level of security is so high that even the Archmage can’t even use his hands while the space is created or while things are happening in it, and only recognizes the existence of the space after the work is finished and the space is released, but such an amazing thing. It is out in the sense that magic is used for things like rape.

“When Elysia looked at Paula, her eyes were unusual, so we could guess that nothing ordinary happened in the space she created. So… are you really okay?”

“Trigram, it’s okay! Absolutely… because it’s okay!”

I felt like I would die of shame if I received any more attention from Hannah, so I shook her off and came out of the bathroom. I had to control my disturbed mind while looking at Bryn’s face, who was sleeping soundly in the baby crib I had brought separately.

When I got closer to the crib with the mobile attached, I saw that Bryn was still sleeping in it. She knows how to walk on her own two feet and is secretly curious, so if I had gotten up and run off somewhere while I was talking to Hannah, I would have been worried about my eldest daughter less than 30 minutes after I stopped worrying about the baby in my stomach, but that didn’t happen. .

“Our Bryn… she’s still cute today.”

At first, I tried to just watch quietly, but I couldn’t resist the desire to touch Bryn’s soft baby cheeks, so I put one hand inside the bed and patted her cheeks with my index finger. Then Bryn sniffed in her sleep, opened her eyes, got up, and looked left and right. Are the limitations of a new mother who has returned to easy mode of parenting with a talented maid named Han Na by her side revealed here?

“Uh… I didn’t mean to wake you up… Did you wake up because mom’s fingers were bothering you? Sorry…I’m sorry.”

When I apologized for my mistake, Bryn rubbed her cheek against my hand as if she didn’t care that she woke up because of me. There was nothing else my mother wanted.

“Mom…do you use it? Ehehehe…”

Even though she used all five fingers, Bryn could only cover one finger. After feeling her mother’s warmth for a while, she sniffed again and looked for something. I don’t know what she’s looking for, but just as I was wondering if I should help Bryn as a mother, Bryn’s eyes, which were the same color as mine, were fixed on my chest.

Bryn started drooling, his eyes shining brightly as if he had finally found what he was looking for. Couldn’t it be… no? I slowly moved my chest up, down, left and right just to be sure, and Bryn followed my chest with her eyes without blinking her eyelids even once. At this point, it’s impossible not to know. That Bryn smelled breast milk.

If there were any signs of hand-to-hand combat, they would have disappeared the moment he got out of the magic space. I don’t know how he smelled breast milk, but since I saw Bryn’s salivary glands stimulated and drool flowing out of her mouth, I don’t have time to worry about such issues. Rather, I need to consider whether or not I am ready to breastfeed Bryn.

Although I gained the ability to pump out breast milk after getting a tattoo on my vagina, that doesn’t mean I’m ready to hold that baby in my arms and breastfeed him, beyond just feeding him formula to a baby who needs nutrients. No. That’s right… I was a man until a few days ago, and I didn’t have such cumbersome breasts!

To make matters worse, Bryn made a growling noise as if she had no intention of giving me much time, making it clear that she wanted to eat breakfast.

“Gulp… It smells like something I drank from my mom’s pocket…”

…What should I do in this situation? After much deliberation, I decided to fill Bryn’s stomach with powdered milk as usual and said this.

“Our Bryn, do you want to eat Mamma?”

“Yes… I’m really hungry right now…”

“Please wait a moment~ I’ll prepare some mamma for Bryn to eat~”

At that moment, the powdered milk powder container and baby bottle that Hannah had taken out of subspace and placed on the table came into view. I quickly ran over and, using familiar hands, poured bottled water into a baby bottle, mixed powdered milk powder, and made breakfast mamma to feed to Bryn.

Now, if Bryn takes this and eats it, breakfast will be solved!… But… When I tried to give him the bottle, Bryn would say nothing and open his mouth wide like a baby bird waiting for the mother bird to bring him food. He made a strangely pouty expression and avoided the baby bottle. Even if I moved the bottle to follow Bryn’s lips as she slowly turned her head, the result was the same.

“…Sear! I’m so sick of eating that!”

what? Did our good Brin just say no to mom? Since my stomach was growling, I couldn’t have been lying when I said I was very hungry… I was so embarrassed that I immediately gave up formula feeding and couldn’t even think of an option to breastfeed, so I held out the bottle again.

“Don’t do that~ Ah~Do it~”

“Shi-e-le-er-uh-uh-!!! Si-r-uh-uh-!!!”

Bryn whined louder than before and began to cry, wondering why she was so sad.

“Eheehee… Eheehee… Aaeaeang…!”

Since Bryn had not shown a single tear in front of me in the past few days (I think she cried a lot as a newborn, but that’s not my memory!), the effect penetrated my heart very quickly.

“Uh, what should I do… What should I do… I need to think of a way…”

New mom, mental breakdown.