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The most shocking words I heard while possessing the body of the protagonist in the NTR Tsukuru Yagem game.

The first was the goddess saying, “Please save the world!” and the second was, “I will explain, Father.”

“What? Father?”

A woman resembling Celine called me father.

What does it mean? It took less than a second to understand.

A tremendous shock struck my head.

“Who hit my head with a hammer?”

If my brain were to throb, would it feel like this? My head felt hot.

Rubbing the back of my head, I looked behind.

There was a kitchen in the back. Dennis was in the kitchen.

Dennis was diligently preparing appetizers. In her hand was not a hammer but a knife.

She was not the culprit.

Was there an exceptional assassin who could deceive my senses and strike me on the back of the head?

There isn’t. At least not in this generation.

“I understand it’s hard to comprehend.”

“It’s not about understanding.”

In the game’s development, Celine and Dyke have a relationship close to platonic love.

Dyke fulfills his mission as a hero, and Celine is impressed by his dedication.

“There are scenes, but the timing was missed.”

Even though I possessed Dyke’s body, I did not adopt the hero’s sacrificial spirit like him.

Therefore, fully conquering Celine was difficult. Maintaining a relationship beyond lovers but more than comrades was the best option.

I made some rebellious moves, but I couldn’t stop Celine from falling into the arms of the bloated noblewoman. Dyke had one body, but there were three rag-like heroines.

Anyway, I have never had sex with Celine. Naturally, the blonde woman resembling Celine is not my daughter.

Nevertheless, a conversation must be had. Let’s consider relaxing all conditions.

“I’ll concede everything. Let’s assume what you said is true.”

I had sex with Celine. I somehow managed to ejaculate with my small pepper.

“Let’s say I defeated the sperm of the bloated noblewoman.”

It seems unlikely that I would win, but the super soldier sperm pushed aside the piglet sperm.

Thus, my sperm combined with Celine’s egg, leading to conception. Celine unknowingly gave birth to my baby.

“Our ages don’t match. Celine left the party five years ago. Five and a half years? It’s been even longer.”

“I know.”

“You know and still say that? Haha.”

It was unbelievable.

“Tina, Celine, Alericia. All three must have given birth by now, right? By now?”

The virility of NTL male characters is beyond imagination. I acknowledged and gave up five years ago.

“If they gave birth healthily, they should be five years old now. Five years old. Our camping guests, five years old?”

I scanned the three people. The large breasts caught my eye first.

“Your four tits are probably bigger than a five-year-old’s head, damn.”

At five years old, they are younger than Lisa. Children younger than Lisa cannot have such provocative bodies. It’s physically impossible.

The other three seemed to agree with me without arguing back. They listened without any objections.

When I finished speaking, only then did they speak.

“So, I’m going to explain, Father.”

“Don’t call me father. Seeing Celine’s face annoys me.”

Celine, who writhed beneath the bloated noblewoman. The image of the bedsheet stained with virgin blood suddenly came to mind.

I frowned.

I thought I had brushed it all off. But now it seems like I didn’t.

“…I let go of the affection. I don’t feel any emotions at all.”

Memories of past events flashed through my mind.

Celine, who is weak to alcohol on this side, takes medicine by the masterpiece of the bloated noble Pigeon, gradually becomes addicted and neglects training, and eventually dedicates both purity and pride to Pigeon.

“Hmm….”

Blood spurted below. The penis wriggled. The response was clearer than ever before.

“Pfft, you perverted bastard.”

The black-haired woman quietly drinking beer, a woman resembling Tina, flashed a bitter smile at me.

She resembles Tina but is completely different from Tina.

Tina, a childhood friend of Dyke and a childhood friend, although she had a cantankerous side, was a kind girl who cared for Dyke more than anyone else.

It was well done by the blonde tanned rascal who accurately delved into her personality.

“…But that doesn’t mean I can put Tina in the washing machine.”

In the end, Tina is a frivolous woman. Falling into sex with a big man, she discards her childhood friend who wanders through life.

“Father.”

“I told you not to call me father.”

Mana was poured onto the fork. He kept thinking about giving his all if he crossed the line.

“…I understand your father’s reaction. It’s natural to be cautious when women you’ve just met suddenly come and call you father. Even if it’s your own daughter, you would be cautious, let alone someone who is not even your own daughter…”

The blonde woman admitted that she was the daughter of the bloated noble Pigeon.

“My mother is Celine, and my father is Viscount Pigeon. But I don’t consider him as my father. The father in my memory is not him.”

“You’re a degenerate.”

“…That’s true.”

The blonde woman introduced herself as Charlotte.

The black-haired woman is Olivia, and the white-haired woman is Nine.

“…I’ve seen heroines giving birth in NTR Tsukuru games’ endings, but I’ve never heard of naming them…”

Charlotte spoke.

“I had an accident when I was young. I don’t remember exactly, but something happened in the family. My father was wanted as a traitor.”

“Viscount Pigeon?”

“Yes, he must have been deeply involved in the rebels. There is no way out because I took the drug to use it for my mother and other women.”

“…After the ending, I don’t know much about the world. I enjoy the scenes and finish when the credits roll. I don’t know anything about NTR Tsukuru games.”

However, the story continued. Pigeon was executed along with the rebels. The problem was Celine.

“…Did Celine die too?”

“She died.”

“…There’s no way to prove she wasn’t involved in the rebellion. Even from the kingdom’s perspective, they wouldn’t feel the need to keep a woman intoxicated alive.”

“How are you still alive? No, from the beginning.”

Isn’t that a future thing? Why do you know that? How can you know?

“What’s wrong with you.”

“Father.”

Charlotte held my hand. I could feel the soft skin unique to women and the rough skin of a trained knight together.

“You saved me, who was about to perish due to the downfall of the family and being driven to death as a rebel.”

“?”

Me?

“And you took care of me.”

“…Did I do the dishes?”

“My father had the word ‘dishwashing’ on his lips. Simply washing and wiping dishes. There seems to be additional meaning, but… I couldn’t find out. He didn’t tell me.”

I picked up a child who was not even my own seed. The child of a fallen heroine and an NTL male character.

There is no such thing as dishwashing like this.

Almost a master of dishwashing. Bubbles were almost coming out of my body.

‘No, then?’

Charlotte didn’t come alone; the daughters of other heroines were also in front of me.

I felt a moment of hesitation. Just in case, I asked.

“…You too?”

The black-haired woman, Olivia, looked at me and waited for an answer. She remained silent.

As if urging once again, I asked.

“Tina too died?”

“Yeah, my mom died. She got sick. There was an epidemic in my dad’s hometown.”

“When…?”

Olivia spoke with a nonchalant face, as if she didn’t want to recall.

“I don’t know. Can’t remember. Maybe she’s already dead?”

“What are you talking about? How can you say she’s already dead?”

Why is this kid so shameless?

Though Tina could be sharp and difficult, she was a heroine with a touch of charm.

Olivia was simply a crazy woman, nothing more or less.

Olivia met my gaze and seemed annoyed.

“They were obsessed with fighting, neglecting the baby they had. It was common for them to starve. And now those bastards are dead, and I’m supposed to feel sad? Ha!”

“….”

Her expression, her gaze, full of life.

Olivia was no ordinary woman. She had crossed the line many times.

I had no right to advise her. I was speechless.

Carefully, I turned my head.

I looked at the white-haired woman, Nine. She seemed like Aleysia’s daughter.

That was the correct answer.

“I was the ninth. Born to my mother…”

“The ninth?”

“I don’t even know who my biological father is. Dozens… hundreds… countless men passed through my mother. I was conceived in a back alley.”

Calm voice. The emotions contained within couldn’t be described as merely calm.

Childhood memories had tormented her until now.

Considering myself unfortunate, Nine seemed to have it worse than me.

“I heard that when my mother fought alongside heroes, she was called a saint.”

“She was a saint. Until she damned herself.”

“In the back alley where I was born, she was also called a saint. Regardless of poverty, age, illness, or race… she satisfied their desires, a saint. I am the ninth child of my mother.”

“….”

It’s impossible in the human reproductive cycle.

“Aleysia….”

In the end, she became pregnant with the seed of another race. Goblin, orc, demi-human. How far had she fallen?

Tina, Celine, Aleysia. Imagining the fate of these promiscuous women disgusted me.

It looked even more disgusting.

Seeing a penis that usually stayed limp wriggling, one would think, indeed, a heroine is a heroine.

“That makes sense.”

I scratched my head and pushed away Charlotte’s hand.

“So what? You expect me to believe that?”

It makes sense. It’s realistic.

That’s all there is to it.

“I’ve been reading newspapers diligently. But I’ve never seen the downfall of the Pigeon Viscount.”

“You don’t believe me.”

“I don’t. Will you believe me then?”

Lisa mindlessly tearing apart duck legs is enviable. I want to eat meat like that too.

What’s this because of crazy women?

“Father.”

“I told you not to call me father.”

I dipped my fork into the mana again.

Former hero and level 99 Overblade. Arguably the strongest in the world.

There is no human who can stop this.

“Father.”

“Don’t call me that way.”

I’m still single. I don’t have kids.

Stop whining, you damn bitches.

“If a high-ranking guest overstays, do you think I can’t kick them out? Like how you treat Gunta and his friends? Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t handle it, damn it.”

“Father.”

Charlotte seems to want to say something. Her lips quiver.

I’ll listen up to this point and then swing the fork.

But I couldn’t swing it. Shocking words came out of Charlotte’s mouth.

“We came from the future. Knowing things that haven’t happened yet is why.”

“?”