episode_0096

A few days later, thanks to the children’s support (and Hannah’s magic artifact support), I was able to finish the final exam with the feeling that I would get a very good grade even though I was pregnant.

“Ugh~ It’s boring… For subjective questions, you have to rack your brains trying to come up with the answer the graders want, but for multiple choice questions, the answer comes out as soon as you look at the question… I almost fell asleep in the test room.◦@ ◦

It may be rude to say this to other students who do not receive help from the magic artifacts created by the Archmage himself, but that was his honest feeling.

In the case of subjective questions, we take full advantage of the fact that we are regressors who are keenly aware of future knowledge, and rather than coming up with answers that are too unconventional by 20th century standards, we spend time coming up with ‘exemplary’ answers in line with the tendencies of the instructors who spent several months learning about them. Although this takes a little bit.

In multiple choice, you just have to choose one answer out of five. Since it is an analog method, there is no need to pay attention to avoid making mistakes while marking the OMR card.

If I tell you this far, you might wonder why I am trying to cater to the instructors’ tastes, but it is all a calculated action.

‘During the summer vacation, if I meet my dear Father, His Excellency the President, and unveil the Iron Man suit in front of all the famous media in Germany, at that moment, my human value will skyrocket.’

‘Even if I don’t write unconventional answers on the test paper to stand out among first graders, it’s a given that I will become a national star anyway.’

Wasn’t the name of Neil Armstrong, who boarded the Apollo spacecraft and reached the moon in just a few days, landing in a spacesuit, known all over the world?

If you go to the moon wearing an Iron Man suit equipped with a warp drive engine and capable of interstellar travel, and plant the black and white flag symbolizing Germany… you will gain more fame than Neil Armstrong.

There is no reason for me to be impatient in the exam room.

Elisia didn’t know how great the Iron Man suit was or what I was trying to do with it (maybe because she was a 20th century person who had never even dreamed of traveling to the moon, let alone interstellar travel, so she couldn’t understand even when I explained it to her). I ended up squinting.

“Really? Although I tried my hand at studying, which I wasn’t usually good at while listening to your teachings, it wasn’t to the point where I could come up with the answer as soon as I saw the problem… I was stuck in a gap between the problems that the instructors put their heads together to create, and then I stretched out, saying I was sleepy. The only one who keeps unfolding it is you.”

“Not necessarily. Children who somehow got into the military academy but have no intention of studying will spend most of the exam time sleeping with their eyes open, then wake up and leave the exam room yawning. Even though the cause is different, it is the same as people who are very good at stretching and yawning.”

“No matter what school you go to, there are bound to be students who don’t study, and this is especially true at military academies where even if your written grades are a bit low, you can somehow overcome them with physical strength or magic? It’s persuasive for a first-year senior to say that.”

“Whether criticizing the original education system or pointing out students’ attitude toward taking exams, only those who are good at studying can be persuasive.”

To drive away the drowsiness that had built up in her body, Elysia stretched out her hands towards my breasts, which had become heavier than before, and stretched out to support the lower part. The result I received after leaving the exam room was a perfect score in all subjects, the same as in the midterm exam.

For me, who always received 100 out of 100 on tests where the score was written in alphabets, and A+ on tests where the score was given in Arabic numerals, this result was completely natural, so my heart shouldn’t be pounding, but unlike the original world, when I return home, I was very happy, perhaps because there were children to be happy with me.

‘I’m an orphan, I’m not a hikikomori, and there was no one in the original world who could share joy with me, so why is my heart pounding like this?’

Maybe it would be to present a shining report card with perfect scores in all subjects in front of my parents who gave birth to me and receive praise, or to say to my child, ‘Good job studying for the test, Mom!’ This may be because hearing a word is a completely different matter.

Although Elysia did not receive perfect scores in all subjects this time, she achieved an average score of 1 to 2 points higher than the midterm exam, confidently proving that she had been studying hard using her ass as motivation.

The score I asked for from her this time was 75, just 5 points higher than the midterm exam… But she got 92 on the written exam and 82 on the practical exam. I don’t know what kind of existence my butt is to her that she’s doing this to.

‘I’ve heard many stories of people who became absorbed in their carnal desires and neglected their studies or work, but there is no such thing as a case in which a man achieved success by igniting his passion for learning by offering to give his wife a chance to fuck his ass more deliciously if she got a good grade. ‘I’ve never even heard of it.’

This result was even more incomprehensible to Elysia, who continued to fuck right after cumming once, without stopping, as if she didn’t experience even a little bit of the phenomenon known as wise man’s time, where the mind temporarily becomes clearer and concentration increases immediately after masturbation or sex.

The important thing is not whether I understood or not, but that both my husband and I achieved excellent results.

“Chocolate cake… I guess I should make it as promised, right?”

“I was planning on making it for you without much urging.”

This time, I made a chocolate cake using the skills I had learned while making a whipped cream cake and a cheesecake after the midterm exam.

Among many snacks, chocolate is so sweet that it is considered the number one enemy of dental health (although there are many foods with a higher sugar content than chocolate, according to people’s stereotypes).

When our children ask their mom to brush their teeth, instead of whining and telling them to take a 5-minute break, they sit down calmly and open their mouths wide, so there shouldn’t be any problem.

‘Since I started eating baby food a while ago, I will be able to digest cake more easily.’

This is because we are talking about baby food.

Both Bryn and Free still prefer sucking breast milk while held in their mother’s arms rather than baby food, but there has been a change in their diet recently.

It all started when Bryn stroked her mother’s tummy, which was noticeably swollen compared to before, and when she saw her little brother inside replying with a kick, her eyes widened in surprise and she said something with a serious expression on her face (cute!). It was something I came up with after thinking about it.

“Breen, Free, and my three younger siblings are now on my mom’s stomach! But if Bryn insists on mother’s milk (breast milk), mother will have to suffer longer every time a younger sibling is born! Bryn wants to make mommy suffer! I want to try some baby food instead of mommy!”

Now that I think about it, I don’t think my beloved mother will end up giving birth to just one younger sibling.

In a situation where the number of younger siblings (= those who wish to breastfeed) is increasing, it is obvious that if even the eldest daughter in the family insists on breastfeeding, the mother will have to spend that much more time feeding the children. A statement with the intention of giving up motherhood to Winter and the numerous younger siblings that will follow him.

I was impressed by her incredibly delicate mind for a one-year-old mother, and from then on, I breastfed her and gave her baby food at the same time, but when making baby food, I always used milk from my own breast.

In particular, in the case of Tarakjuk, which is made with breast milk instead of milk, the baby never gets sick of it even after feeding it over and over again, so I make it often.

No matter how delicious the food, it’s easy to get bitten if you only eat the same menu three times a day, but since it’s food prepared by your beloved mother, you might not be able to refuse it and feel sick to your stomach, so I have some concerns when organizing my menu.

Coming back to the present, let’s talk about free with Bryn, who looks like me and has bright red eyes shining with a chocolate cake in front of her.

“Chocolate! cake! Since you combine two sweet foods, it’s twice as sweet! One plus one is work!”

The younger sister, who saw her older sister showing off the four basic arithmetic operations, spread and folded her fingers and spoke in a sloppy pronunciation.

1+1=2, the simplest formula among the four arithmetic operations.

“This, work… Ugh… Work… is this…”

Then, what if one plus one is three? What if one plus one? What if it’s three? A combination of chocolate and cake that makes you feel the sweetness on your tongue just by looking at it is right in front of you. As if you were wondering if that’s important right now, you stretched out your hands toward the front. He stretched out his arms and cried out to be put in his mouth what he was looking at.

“Aww! cadet! Ow!”

As expected… Even though I am able to use a richer vocabulary than before, I am still more familiar with cries full of instinct.

There will be many opportunities to eat food like this in the future, and if they want to eat it that much, I can’t help but feed it to them as a mother.

I held the spoon with one hand and scooped the cake, held the bottom of the spoon with the other hand to prevent it from falling on the desk, and moved toward the lips of my surprisingly small second daughter.

“Ahh~!”