episode_0013

My stomach rumbles.

It wasn’t just a simple vibration; it was a warning of instinct, a warning that could be mistaken for mere vibrations.

Jjik! Jjiiik!!!

Fluid leaked from my vagina. You might call it amniotic fluid, but I know what’s coming out because the little one inside me is not just lying around during health class.

It’s amniotic fluid.

The amniotic sac containing the baby flowed out of my vagina. This means childbirth. The baby is coming out.

Here in this wild wilderness, I, who was impregnated by a monster, and the archangel present here, who used to be a human, are both pregnant with piglet babies.

“Come on! The camera is rolling, what are you doing? It’s not a photo shoot, okay? Please give us a brief self-introduction, the race of the baby inside, and your current feelings.”

‘As if I would.’

The demon named Aey was innocently waving a magic wand while engrossed in filming.

Is that like a camera in this world? Floating around in the air, emitting a faint light, it truly makes you realize that this place is indeed a fantasy.

I wanted to look around a bit more and ask if there were any anime or dramas, but the throbbing pain made it hard to focus.

“Ugh!”

I endure. But is childbirth something you endure? Damn, this little one will come out eventually.

“Eek! Azael, what should I do! I don’t want to be the mother of piglets! No!!!”

“Azael! I told you to say your name, and you enjoyed it too.”

“That’s because I was just watching!”

Next to me, someone screamed so loudly that my ears, already in pain from the throbbing, were now even more agonized.

“Damn, life has screwed me over, so let’s quietly endure and preserve our eardrums, okay?!”

“Why are you talking like that in this situation?!”

“Then do your job well, darling♡♡♡ Oh, it’s coming! Something is coming!!!”

I climaxed without finishing my sentence.

It’s different from an orgasm. It’s not a sensation that fills me up abruptly; it spreads throughout my body from something already excessively filled.

It’s not external pleasure; it’s internal.

My organs vibrate and rejoice in the vibrations. The pain of life emerging from within triples, turning into pleasure.

“Damn♡♡♡♡♡ How can I feel like this! How messed up has my uterus become?!”

“Ahaha! You said I was noisy, but look at you♡ Oh, ohoh♡♡♡”

Just like I reached climax, Azael did too. Even though actual childbirth hadn’t started yet, she reached climax from the prelude alone.

I saw Azael’s face distorted by vulgar pleasure, similar to mine. Probably a face that enthusiasts of 3D childbirth videos would appreciate.

“Oh, the response is great. Now, Lady Saint! Introduce yourself.”

“Just, hmph! The woman next to me. Rum♡ I’ll call your name♡”

“Oh, that’s not allowed. Of course, products must have ingredient lists and trademarks, right?”

It’s a miraculous logic.

My childbirth is a product.

I had vaguely worried that someday I might end up doing a poop show or something, but I never expected to have a childbirth show.

Life has gone to hell.

—Skill: Mental Victory activated.

Come to think of it, even the French royalty gave birth among the nobles… Royalty isn’t all that special.

Life seems easier.

If even royalty lives life like that, there’s no reason for me not to.

Whoosh!

Poooshoooo♡♡♡

I stood up with all my might, and as a result, amniotic fluid, amniotic fluid, and breast milk sprayed out uncontrollably. My face couldn’t be controlled, but I stood confidently.

“Oh, you’re in labor and standing up…!”

“Enough, are you recording this to sell it?”

I spoke with a deeply furrowed expression.

“Yes, yes. It’s my precious money maker.”

“Okay, but what about me?”

“What?”

A confused Eileithea.

“You’re what, a Lexa woman. Judging by the response, she seemed just as heartless as Lexa.”

“Baby production? I do that. Location? It’s nature itself. And labor (childbirth), I handle that too. But what do you do? Just turning the camera a bit and gulping down all the profits!? You’re worse than a demon! Demons proceed with work according to fair contracts and share the profits!!!”

My shout left Eileithyia gaping in astonishment.

It seemed that her claim of being a former angel gained a bit more credibility.

‘Hey, status window. What do you think about this?’

—Analysis: Eileithyia’s video editing skills are decent. However, due to the circumstances, the raw form is prevalent, leaving fans often dissatisfied.

Such a maniacal hobby has limited supply, but if the quality of suppliers is poor, it can be easily filled. However, what I want to know is something else.

‘Aside from that, profit sharing.’

—Analysis: A legitimate right. It is possible to take most of the net profit generated by this work. As claimed by the saint, Eileithyia’s stake is in filming.

‘Can it be stopped then?’

—Negation: Impossible. The above matters arise based on contracts. Unauthorized and illegal profit cannot be prevented without a contract in place. Recommended action: Contract with Eileithyia.

Listening, it was the right thing to do.

While that girl was still dumbfounded, I needed to secure the contract to gain something.

“Let’s make a contract! With my videos!”

“What!? In this situation?”

“Exactly because of this situation! It’s the childbirth video of a saint and an angel! And you want to do it under Lexa’s identity? It’s professional, paving the way for professionalism through this video!”

I reached out to Eileithyia.

She murmured the word ‘professional.’

“I’ll do it. But it’s an oral contract…”

“Hey, status window.”

—Request received. 10 DP consumed. Contract written in sacred text. Slightly advantageous to the user but satisfying conditions for both parties.

In an instant, letters imbued with sanctity floated between me and her in the air.

Though blurred by the pleasure of childbirth, it was evident at first glance that it wasn’t a bad contract.

“Alright! For the path of professionalism!”

“Oh, for the path of professionalism.”

—Contract established. This contract serves as proof that both are collaborators under divine auspices.

As the status window spoke in a solemn voice, the divine letters forming the contract split in half and seeped into both mine and Eileithyia’s chests.

“Can we proceed right away?”

“Got it. Can I call you Aeira though?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Ahem… Hello, I’m Serena, a rookie saint who appeared in this world like a comet☆”

Sweating and involuntarily convulsing, Aeira gave a thumbs up at my introduction.

It’s fortunate that I have experience dealing with difficult people from my previous job.

Even though including my sub-accounts, 10 IDs got banned, and I had no choice but to fold. What went wrong exactly? I really don’t know.

“No no no no no. A contract between a saint and a demon!”

“This is ridiculous. If you were competent, wouldn’t your friend not have fallen and things would have gone smoothly!?”

Beside us, Azazel seemed to panic, spewing nonsense. I’ve reached my limit now; I need to get rid of these troublemakers and be free.

—Skill: Mental Victory activated.

It’s strange. When I think of it as a job rather than avoiding disgrace, it doesn’t feel that shameful.

Somehow, with rewards coming at a cost, it seems manageable.

“Oh, fuck ♡ Here it comes!”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

While I calmly prepared for childbirth, Azazel, clutching the pregnant belly, awkwardly hopped away, escaping the scene.

“Eek!”

“Cough!”

However, he was knocked back from head to toe by Morus’s body blow, ending up sprawled on the ground.

Inside, with a baby present, Azajel’s round body rolled a few times and then stopped, soon quietly sobbing.

And Morus approached Azajel, unhesitatingly thrusting his drill-like object into her eyes…

“Since the front needs to be done, I told you to do it from behind.”

“Oh, right. Morus, from behind!”

“Aaah! You bastards!!!”

Whoosh!

The sound of a proper insertion could be heard from here. Moreover, engaging in such behavior with a pregnant woman was not ideal. Furthermore, doing so with a pig was a significant issue.

Squelch squelch squelch!

Even though it was a pig’s member stained with semen, making strange noises when inserted into an unprepared anus, due to the impact, something resembling a black fleshy lump was protruding from Azajel’s genitalia.

Upon seeing that, eager to leave work early, I exerted all my strength. I pushed into the goblins’ uterus and vagina.

“Ah♡♡♡”

Exerting force brought pleasure. Unlike external organs like the penis and testicles, the joy originating from internal organs surged through the entire body.

As if my true essence were not in the brain but in the uterus. Electricity flowed from the uterus, transmitting sensations to the brain.

Becoming addicted to the act of creating life.

In the pleasure of the liberated physical form.

And when the sense of liberation reached its peak.

“I’m being born♡♡♡”

“Waaahhh!!!”

Due to the obscured view from the tilted head, it wasn’t clear, but the child was born.

“Life… plunges♡ Hehehe♡”