Refreshing.

    It’s as if taking a body coursing with broth to the sauna and extracting liters of sweat, the coolness cannot be compared to anything but the peak of childbirth.

    What do those other guys say? Have they given birth themselves?

    If they ask if I’ve given birth, I want to ask them if they’ve been through sensory modification like me.

    And among them, the real ones will drool over whether that feels really good. Yes, you watching this video someday and seeing my expression. Yes, you.

    Are you feeling pricked? But it doesn’t matter. I too have experienced orgasm in the sacred act of childbirth, so there’s no room for reproach.

    Comrade. No, there is a clear difference between experiencing something for real and just relieving perverse desires, so I lost.

    “Refreshing.”

    But how about this then. Right now, it’s me looking at the sky feeling the afterglow of climax.

    Even though I’m completely exhausted from giving birth to five, this sense of emptiness isn’t all that bad.

    “Here’s a towel… No, I’ll use Clean Magic.”

    “Oh, thank you.”

    We speak politely to each other. That’s what pros do.

    As Aey slightly recites a spell, foam bubbles up beneath me, covering and disappearing in an instant, leaving my whole body feeling fluffy.

    “Oh, magic is amazing!”

    “Haha, but what about these little ones? Are you going to raise them? Or is there a way to breed them?”

    Aey had in her hands the goblin twins I gave birth to. Though I’m aware I birthed them, honestly, I don’t feel maternal instincts.

    “…Can’t we sell these guys?”

    “Their wickedness is incomparable to even a newly turned demon! I respect that.”

    It can’t be helped. I am racist to the core.

    “But there might not be any demand. Oh, if there is, it would be for the Demon King’s army, mainly used as war horses for enhanced power.”

    “Since one of the goals is to tame the Demon King, we should probably refrain. Oh, by the way, Aey, are you part of the Demon King’s army?”

    “No, I’m a free demon. Although the goddess has fallen, it doesn’t seem like the Demon King has become a new god.”

    In other words, the coup was successful but didn’t secure power.

    “If you have nothing else to do, would you like to descend with me? We can discuss business on the way down.”

    “Oh, not a bad idea. The village is in that direction.”

    That’s how I descended with Aey, hand in hand.

    No, I almost descended.

    “…Oh, I almost forgot. Let’s take Azajel with us!”

    “… … …”

    “Oh, he’s sulking again. Is he really that childish?”

    “… … …”

    There was no response. Five piglets were left abandoned, still connected by umbilical cords, flinching each time Morus struck them.

    Wait, piglets?

    “Piglets… could they be profitable?”

    “Oh, definitely. But you’ll need to let them grow a bit before selling. At least until they’re weaned. These goblins also need to drink milk to grow.”

    Since Azajel wasn’t in a condition for that, I picked up Azajel’s baby.

    Aey removed the umbilical cord.

    I fed the goblins milk.

    On the right, goblins, on the left, piglets suckled on my breasts. In total, 10 newborns drank from me, but my breast milk supply didn’t run out even after 10 had their fill.

    “Aey, how is Azajel doing?”

    “Hmm… he seems to have lost his mind. He’ll stay like this for a while.”

    “And his divinity?”

    “His divinity remains the same, but… could it be?”

    Every time. The seed of the goddess who threw me into this world. And since we weren’t on good terms until just now, this works in my favor.

    “Can you give me Azajel’s divinity?”

    “It’s possible, but… it’s risky. You wouldn’t be able to handle it. You’re still adapting to the goddess’s divinity, so you can’t receive it.”

    “Then what about magic?”

    I asked persistently as I opened the status window, searching for a solution.

    —Magic Addiction Rate (Physical) 15% Recovering.

    —User: Eileitiya.

    “Explanation, is it possible?”

    Ae saw the golden letters I presented.

    Then, he smiled as if it was awkward.

    “Can you become friends with me, and personally, I was curious to test something. But 20% was the limit, and even that messed up my mind, and I’m already recovering.”

    Even though the former is true, does it not affect your mind?

    Did I say that in my right mind?

    A little, quite embarrassing, but a real man doesn’t dwell on the past. If you don’t worry about the past, even if you fall into estrus & childbirth climax, you can remain a real man. That’s how it should be.

    “It’s not much of a favor, but I opened the locked heavenly treasure vault.”

    “Status window, what exactly is that?”

    —Information: Heavenly treasure. And a fantasy treasure vault that collects and implements information beyond heaven.

    “Make it more accessible.”

    —It’s a shop.

    “Shop open!!!”

    I shouted at the top of my lungs at the shop.

    Please. Please respond to my call!

    —Ding♪

    —Heavenly treasure vault. Tentative shop opening.

    —Categories: Weapons/Skills/Essentials/Luxuries.

    —Caution: Not available during combat & confinement. Usage of the shop may be restricted depending on the connection status.

    —Triple Points: 5000

    Thud.

    Overwhelmed with emotion, I sank down.

    In this perverted world, it felt like farming guns in an incredibly scary horror game where there seemed to be no answer.

    ‘Just in case, check the price list.’

    I quickly pressed the shop window to check the list of products.

    The checklist includes essentials. And I found what I needed most at this moment.

    —Famous franchise chicken. One whole chicken for 20 points.

    —Coke (Red Label) 1.5L for 10 points.

    “Slurp!”

    “W-What are you doing!?”

    In the end, I cried. And I looked at Jin, who worried about me and opened the shop for me.

    “My friend.”

    “Huh? But I’m a demon?”

    “Whether it’s divine power or magic, it doesn’t matter. You and I… are true friends bound by pure souls.”

    Could my sincerity have reached him?

    Ae covered his mouth with his hand and sobbed.

    Having confirmed that we were friends, and not wanting the position of friends to be lowly, I immediately bought a table and two chairs from the shop. Three chickens and Coke.

    “Oh, food taken from the heavenly treasure chest!”

    “I want to eat this glorious first meal with you!”

    “B-But I was going to use you!”

    “I-I can forgive you. Because you’re my friend.”

    And so, Ae and I made a vow while holding the drumsticks of fried and seasoned chicken, which were steaming hot. Of course, since chicken is a food for the cultured, the baby pig and goblin were given breast milk in dog bowls, and Morus and Azazel were too engrossed in pecking to pay attention.

    “It’s sweet. So sweet!”

    The taste of chicken eaten in a day was incredibly sweet.

    ***

    “Burp, that was good.”

    Starving for almost a day, I ordered another chicken to eat.

    And Ae, too, engrossed in the taste of the chicken she had never seen before, ate hastily.

    “But what about them?”

    As we became irreplaceable friends, she asked.

    I pointed to Azazel and Morus.

    Honestly, even if they’re fallen angels, they might be helpful with their strength, but in that state, we can’t even expect help from their strength.

    “Just process them into leather or something.”

    “But they’re friends?”

    “Even if they become leather, we are still friends. Azazel will like it too. Besides, she was banished from heaven because she touched several young boys after being raped by a hero.”

    “Then she deserves punishment. Oh, but I have divine power too.”

    “Oh, you’ll be fine. You’ve already fallen; you can’t fall again, can you?”

    “Mmm… I can’t argue with that.”

    Non-virgin.

    Experienced in giving birth to goblins.

    Contracted with a demon.

    Eating friends with a demon.

    This is the progress of the first day in this world.

    No matter how much of a real man I am, I can’t cover this up.

    If you’re a real man, it’s better to admit defeat than to cover it up.

    “Think positively. Well then, I’ll retire. And don’t forget the tip I gave you.”

    “Yes, prepare a high-quality video separately, provide it only to VIP customers who won’t leak my identity and pay extra?”

    If only VIP customers have access to my identity, at least my public image will be safe even if I debut as a saint.

    “That’s right. Also, while edited versions of Azazel’s defamation might be good, there might be demand for live broadcasts too. And we need a means to communicate in real-time as much as possible. Like a viewer participation format.”

    I advised based on illegal broadcasts that could exist in the original world’s entertainment and movies.

    Fortunately, even such simple advice was like honey to A’s broadcast. A put Morus and Azazel into an inventory-like shadow, spread demon wings, and flew off.

    “Well then, Serena, enjoy your saintly life! Defeat the Demon King, okay?”

    “Yeah, I’ll handle Azazel’s modifications well and see you again later! I’ll send you videos of the piglets when they’re born!”

    I waved goodbye to A as they moved away.

    “Shall we go then?”

    Armed with the equipment bought at the store, I headed towards the village with the piglets nurtured by Azazel, feeding on my breast milk, in the direction where the town was located.

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