episode_0099

Welthauptstadt Germania (World Capital Germania).

As of 1929, the capital of Korea (Germany) was called the extremely ordinary name Berlin.

Rather than using teleportation to go straight to the room where my parents were waiting, I decided to stop by another room in the same building somewhere in Berlin to change clothes and prepare myself mentally.

Since I became pregnant as soon as I lost my virginity to Elysia in early January, I have had over 6 months to prepare my heart in preparation for seeing the faces of ‘my’ parents and in-laws in another world.

Even though I had worked hard during that period, as the important moment approached, I couldn’t help but feel like my heart was pounding and my breathing was getting faster, as if all my efforts had been thrown into the trash can.

I thought as I looked down at the giant breasts, rising and falling repeatedly in response to my unnaturally fast breathing.

‘Ha…♡ Haaa…♡ If I’d had a wedding in the original world… I wouldn’t have been this nervous.’

When I think about it again, since in the original world I had a male body, I don’t think it would have been much help in adapting to the reunion ceremony held in a female body.

No matter what my mental preparation was, I needed to go to an unoccupied room to complete the more important preparations.

“It’s the day to declare our marital relationship in front of not only other people but also our parents, but we can’t go out wearing that dull cadet uniform. I prepared separate clothes for you to wear, so you can wear these clothes.”

“Do you mean to wear such shameless clothes and stand in front of the people who gave birth to you and me? No matter how shameless I am, this is…!”

“Who can say so much about the woman who created optical camouflage slip underwear for pregnant women? Don’t talk nonsense and get dressed quickly.”

“Ah… Okay…♡”

The clothes that Elysia gave me to wear… the piece of cloth that I was embarrassed to even call it was actually a perverted lingerie made based on the wedding dresses worn by brides in Christian culture at their weddings.

‘When and where on earth did he make something like this…?’

As if reading my thoughts, Elysia responded kindly.

“Well, what I see every day is your naked body, so wouldn’t it be natural to come up with clothes that fit perfectly?’

As she pointed out earlier, in terms of exposure, the optical camouflage maternity dress I made is by no means inferior, but since it was made of black fabric, I could have hoped for the effect of hiding the skin a little, but this one was made of white fabric, so the inside was more visible.

In the case of the lower body, I changed the color of the maternity clothes I made, and wore gala panties, white stockings, and a garter belt exclusively for those who wanted irresponsible pregnancy and rape sex, which did not cover the vagina with sticky water flowing out at all.

The upper body was more daring than the maternity clothes, and consisted of a gala bra that exposed the bright red areolas centered around the nipples, and a light frilly fabric attached to the lower part that reached down to pelvic level.

For reference, the center of the frilly fabric was designed to split into two, so it naturally split when it met my bulging belly, which was pregnant. Thanks to this, the belly with winter inside and the uterus tattoo on the outside was clearly revealed.

After receiving this from Elysia, I felt my body getting hotter and hotter as I took off the maternity clothes I was wearing and changed into a wedding dress in front of her.

It would be a shame if Hannah took me somewhere else so the kids wouldn’t see my indecent behavior. If I had to change into these clothes in front of the kids… just imagining it makes me break into a cold sweat.

‘Uh, what should I do… I… I’m going to meet my parents soon, but my nipples and clitoris are hard and I can’t see any sign of going in. If this continues, I will be able to show my parents spilling breast milk on top and love juice on the bottom…♡’

Even with my eyes tightly closed, I could clearly see how vulgar my current appearance would be in the eyes of others, but in order to observe more clearly how I had become even more obscene after putting on my wedding dress, I happened to have a full body standing next to me. I looked at myself in the mirror.

Looking down or up, she did not look like a bride preparing to go to the room where her parents who gave birth to her were, but there were three or four elements that made it possible to assume that this shameless piece of cloth was a type of wedding dress.

First: a veil draped over the head.

Second: A silver tiara that holds the veil in place to prevent it from falling down.

Third: Earrings on ears with holes like a pussy pierced by a cock wielded by Elysia.

Fourth: A diamond ring with the exact same design as the one Elysia is wearing, worn on the ring finger of my left hand.

I was so impressed by the sight of myself being reborn as a perfect prostitute… no, a bride, that I smiled brightly.

If Elysia hadn’t struck the candle while lifting my left hand with both hands, I probably would have been able to keep a smile that would make Mona Lisa go away forever.

“Paula… my beloved wife. You look so beautiful now. I don’t know anything else, but when they see this ring, I’m sure your parents will think, ‘My daughter wore something like this as a wedding dress!’”

“Bah, did you just say ‘something like this’? You don’t think this piece of cloth is proper clothing, but you forced me to wear it?”

“Even if your pussy is crooked, you have to speak straight. I have never threatened you by holding a knife or gun to your head. Maybe they just handed me clothes and told me to wear them? You say that, but deep inside you like the way you are right now, right?”

Because what Elysia said was true, my mouth closed like a virgin’s pussy.

Elysia, who was responsible for holding my hand and leading me to the room where my parents were, was wearing an ordinary, stylish tailcoat. These are the clothes that grooms wear at weddings.

‘You’re dressing me like this, but you’re dressed up like this… It’s really shameful. ‘How did I fall in love with someone like this?’

If it were me in the past, I would have given up my body, but instead of opening the door to my heart, I am keeping it tightly closed.

It’s not because he loves Elysia, but because he’s been threatened, he has no choice but to give her a butt.

Although my mind still belonged to a man, I would have picked up various excuses, such as saying that Elysia was a special being and that I wanted to have a child with her.

But now it is different. I am clearly aware that these excuses are nothing more than an act of deception that deceives my true intentions and obscures the truth.

Deceit doesn’t help in the slightest in a relationship, so I decided to be more honest with myself.

I humbly acknowledged the fact that I am not a man but just a female, and decided to make Israel my ‘homeland of the womb’, separate from the United States, the ‘homeland of the body’, or Germany, the ‘homeland of the idea’.

From now until the end of my life, I will prosper Israel by bearing countless children with my Jewish husband.

I don’t care if people mock me and say, “It’s great to have so many countries,” and “I wonder if my mom and dad have so many, too.”

In the original world, I was a person who lived in the United States and was loyal to Germany, but in this world, I decided to submit to the extreme cock of my Jewish master, learn what the pleasure of a female is, and serve Israel, not other countries, at least as much as my womb, if not other organs. Because I had no choice but to make a decision.

‘There’s no way I can’t truly serve the country that will be built in Palestine, where my husband’s ancestors lived…♡’

At my current state of mind, I think I could produce countless children who will become members of Israel, which has not yet been established, and fill the land of Palestine with only my children, or even conceive Israel itself.

It may take 10 months, which is not a very short time, for the pregnancy and birth cycle to complete once, and it will end up as a midday dream due to the realistic problem of not being able to give birth to a land mass the size of Palestine with the extremely weak human body. .

As I walked while thinking about various things, I suddenly found myself in front of the door of the room where my parents were sitting.

Elysia, who had dragged me here by holding my hand with one hand, said as she pushed the door inward with her other hand.

“Come on, let’s go in, honey.”

I answered happily, shedding a few tears.

“Yes, honey…!”

It was the first time my mind and body were in sync.

Unlike the past days when I said no with my mouth but was silent with my vagina, this time I referred to Elisia, who had called me ‘honey’, as ‘honey’ and stretched out my white high heeled foot forward without hesitation.

Accordingly, the interior scenery that had been hidden by the door became increasingly clear, and the situation became irreversible…