“Don’t lick! Don’t lick there! No! No! Mmm~”
Completely enveloped in intimate contact, Vylian was like a fish caught in a net, her limbs flailing uselessly as she struggled, unable to break free from the warm body wrapped around her from behind.
She was already half a head shorter than Anlis, and now that Anlis had her arms around her from behind, she was bundled up tightly, like a soft, stuffed dumpling.
Anlis paid no mind to the feelings of the person she was holding.
Her pink tongue, like a cat’s, licked Vylian’s sensitive earlobe in delicate, repeated strokes.
It sent a tingle through Vylian’s entire body, instantly painting her a shade of crimson.
Even her breathing grew heavy and hot, her chest churning with an uncontrollable desire.
The curse that suppressed her strength whenever she was intimately touched left Vylian completely defenseless once Anlis, lost in her lust, made contact.
She had known the solution for a long time, but now there was no way back.
It was either be caught or catch back—only one choice remained.
Listening to the sticky, mewling sounds Anlis made, as if possessed by a cat demon, her restless little hands crumpled Vylian’s sacred Saintess Garments, even slipping inside to touch her soft skin, sending a shiver through her.
“Damn it! Don’t think I won’t do it! I’ll make you meow until you can’t take it!”
“Who’s Mommy’s good little kitty? Hmm?”
“Me, me!”
What a truly thrilling, heart-pounding meow-fest that could spare ten thousand words.
After the battle, Vylian showed rare signs of exhaustion. Her hair was slightly messy, and the flush on her cheeks hadn’t faded.
Anlis, completely drained, nestled in her arms, breathing evenly as she fell into a deep sleep.
It looked like they wouldn’t be going back tonight, so they’d have to stay overnight in this small wooden cabin.
She was hungry.
She’d just make do with something.
Feeling the strength that had once again solidified within Anlis—still as weak as a grain of sand in the desert compared to Vylian’s current power—an indescribable feeling still surged in Vylian’s heart.
She furrowed her brows, her expression unusually grim.
“When? Could it have been just now? That bastard even left a backup plan!”
When Anlis had suppressed her strength earlier, she hadn’t been able to detect the residual divine power of the [Life] God still lingering in the small wooden cabin.
Though now that the God of Life’s gaze had been cut off, this divine power had become ownerless, it had still followed its original command, silently lying in wait for the right moment.
Right during the meowing, that latent divine power had taken advantage of the opening to slip in.
In other words…
Anlis was pregnant.
What did that even mean?
This was absolutely ridiculous!
She had gotten another girl pregnant using her fingers!!!
That had been a special case—Vylian, with her strength suppressed, had no choice but to do it, because if she didn’t, Anlis would have done it to her. And then she would have been the one pregnant.
Better her than me.
Vylian forced down her inner turmoil and quickly reached out to check on the sleeping Anlis’s condition.
That divine power had already collected Vylian’s genes, turned into a streak of light, and burrowed into the seed inside Anlis.
Now it was in its early development stage.
With the support of divine power, it would probably take less than a week to give birth to a healthy baby.
It shouldn’t be too hard to deal with.
She just needed to remove the thing.
Vylian tried to summon the Power of Corruption within her to cleanse the seed, but she felt an indescribable resistance.
It was the protective barrier of the Sacred God, along with the backup the God of Life had left behind to achieve its goal.
She could certainly break through those defenses directly, but doing so would damage Anlis’s cultivation foundation.
If she left it alone, aside from a new life being born, there would be no other problem.
Damaging Anlis’s cultivation foundation would naturally be a good thing for Vylian.
But…
In the end, Vylian withdrew her hand.
“I need to ask Anlis’s opinion about this properly. I can’t just decide on my own.”
She felt that was important.
Well, this whole thing was too bizarre. Whatever, it was a magical world—anything unbelievable could happen.
The God of Life had gone all out to obtain a Hero’s Bloodline. If the child born from Anlis were to be sacrificed, it would certainly benefit the god greatly.
But she never expected that her first child, in a sense, would come about this way.
Anlis was still a virgin, after all—Vylian had been careful not to break that.
It definitely wasn’t because her fingers were too short.
A wisp of Corruption was injected by Vylian.
She temporarily corrupted the growth of that small seed.
It wouldn’t kill it, just stop it from developing—a kind of alternative seal.
“Sigh.”
A long sigh dissolved into the night. Vylian stood up and left the cabin, quickly hunting some game.
She simply roasted it, letting the aroma fill the air. After filling her stomach, she washed up briefly and then quietly lay down beside Anlis.
Actually, sleeping with Anlis wasn’t so bad. Her sleep quality had been pretty good these past few days.
As for whose sleep quality wasn’t good, that went without saying.
The next morning, when the first rays of sunlight streamed in through the cabin window, Anlis slowly opened her drowsy eyes, her head still a bit fuzzy and swollen.
Vylian was already awake, sitting at the table not far away, leisurely enjoying breakfast.
“Awake?”
“Yeah, awake.”
Anlis rubbed her temples, still aching.
The clothes she was wearing were still the catgirl outfit from yesterday.
If she had washed her dirty clothes from yesterday before sleeping, she could have put them on now.
Sigh, even if wearing dirty clothes was uncomfortable, she had no choice now. She couldn’t exactly go out dressed as a catgirl.
If anyone saw her, she’d definitely be judged as a loose woman.
“Want some? I just made breakfast.”
“Give me a portion.”
Anlis couldn’t refuse Vylian’s cooking.
It was absolutely delicious—even more than the food made by her own mother, Lisina. It had a kind of motherly taste.
“Congratulations. You’re going to be a mother.”
“Huh?”
Vylian’s light words made Anlis’s brain freeze for a moment.
She was holding a bowl of soup and a piece of roasted meat that had been bitten into, blinking as she looked at Vylian.
What did she mean by “going to be a mother”?
It was so sudden that Anlis couldn’t quite understand.
“You’re pregnant?”
Anlis took a sip of the soup.
She thought that was probably it.
This Demon King must have gone out and fooled around, gotten pregnant with someone else’s child, and now wanted to pin it on her.
Hmph.
As for the possibility that the child was hers—basically zero.
Don’t think she was some idiot who didn’t know anything. How could two girls get each other pregnant?
The idea that holding hands or kissing could lead to pregnancy was only good for fooling little kids!
Vylian looked at her face, which clearly read “you scumbag,” and helplessly rolled her eyes.
“It’s not me who’s pregnant. You’re pregnant. And it’s my child.”
“Pfft!”
Anlis spit out a mouthful of soup.
Fortunately, Vylian had anticipated this. With a slight flick of her finger, an invisible magic barrier instantly rose, blocking all the hot soup that was sprayed out, then whisking it out of the cabin.
“Are you joking? Did you… cum inside me last night?”
Anlis’s eyes widened in disbelief. Vylian could almost see her accusing her of being a beast.
“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t frame me! You’re still a virgin! Can’t you think in a more normal direction? I’m a woman right now—I don’t even have the tools for that!”
“Then what normal direction am I supposed to think in?!”
It couldn’t be that holding hands and kissing really got someone pregnant, could it? That was ridiculous!
A Hero pregnant with a Demon King’s child—and a female Demon King’s at that! She’d probably be tied to a cross and roasted by holy fire for forty-nine days!
Ahhh!!!
Her life was completely ruined now!