“Still going, anyway, more absurd questions.”
A brief goodbye, and Ye Lu patted the door and stepped inside.
Huh? The room was unexpectedly cleaned spotless.
The blanket, the desk, and even the dishes cleaned up after eating…
It was…
But… review edits.
No… just kidding…
Ye Lu didn’t dare look directly anymore.
She could only cover her face, slowly walk to the table, not daring to look, lifting that thing with her fingertips, opening the window with the other hand, facing the half-shred of warm sunlight streaming in, and the sparse trees outside the window.
Without hesitation, she tossed it straight out.
Done, she wiped her hands clean with her little skirt.
Really now…
Turning back, she glanced at the sky—overcast, nothing happening.
After all, this place counts as the Barrier Edge. Even if something happened to Ye Lu, it couldn’t reach here, right?
Silently closing the window, she stared blankly at the tree bark outside like a wooden doll for a long time, then snapped back to reality and drew the curtains.
She paced a few steps on the empty carpet, walked for a while, and accidentally kicked the game console.
“Ugh, mute the sound, lock the door.”
She grabbed the controller and opened that otome game she hadn’t touched in over two weeks. But before that, in her restless mood, she didn’t forget to turn off the lights, and incidentally, finally, gazed at the opening of volume nine… and sat cross-legged on the carpet… planning to play for a bit.
Five minutes.
…Watching the heroine get swept off her feet by the male lead’s moves, the pathetic part was that even as a succubus, she couldn’t muster any Excitement. Were all her thoughts really fixated on the Prince?
“Wahh… Prince, don’t die!”
Ten minutes.
After grieving for a bit, she clicked through the choices to speed-run volume nine, reaching the first CG—and it was one of those quality video CGs, Ye Lu’s favorite type.
Too bad… the girl’s lovely voice and the male lead’s deep, tingling voice intertwined.
Ye Lu just watched, her eyes barely rippling. Finding it boring, she directly long-pressed to skip.
Thirty minutes.
She quit the boring otome game and entered the fighting game she’d played last time she came home. As expected, she still couldn’t get into it… She had zero interest in mechanics like looting gear or leveling up.
Thirty minutes and one second.
Quit the fighting game, and with the mindset of being guilty, opened the Ring, searching for something inside. Sure enough, before long, she found a video disc…
Yeah, the video type. As a succubus, she really was suited for something this direct, no clicking to skip, no patience required…
Dammit! Why two hours? Just drag the progress bar!
Forty minutes.
After watching some, she turned off the TV, stood up, and wandered aimlessly around the room for ten minutes.
Oh right… she was a pregnant Mother now…
Since she was a Mother, how could she watch such vulgar content?
Would she become a hated Mother? If she really gave birth to a child later, wouldn’t she really become…
Either holed up in her room all day making weird noises, utterly irresponsible, not even bothering to cook.
Spending most of her time on him, the child’s birth feeling like an accident.
Yeah, no good. Being a Mother… no way. She didn’t want to be a Mom.
Or being so obsessed with her beloved Prince to the point of…
…Right… wahh… raising a child was the Prince’s job. She only had to give birth.
She didn’t want to be a single Mother…
How could it work without the Prince, who was the Dad, holding things down?
She tidied herself up, smoothing out her not-so-messy Maid Outfit. Staring at the stark white wall, she wallowed in private sorrow.
A moment later, her plump legs parted, ignoring ladylike decorum. Pushing open the door, hand gripping the doorframe, frantic, White Stockings wrapped around her, lips trembling, on the verge of tears…
In the Living Room, Mother was lying on Dad’s chest, on his lap, chatting with Dad about future topics, acting spoiled, mumbling indistinctly about something, hard to make out, perhaps—the TV still on beside them, playing programs on its own.
A happy couple.
But Ye Lu wasn’t happy.
“Dad, Mom, I… I’m pregnant.”
“In the future, I might become a succubus without a man, abandoned by her husband, going off alone, dying on the battlefield…”
Ye Lu lowered her head, speaking in a trembling tone: “And then…”
“A dead succubus…”
They…
Looking from both sides, especially… as if when they looked up…
Weakly…
“Ah… cough… poor thing~ my daughter…”
Mother shed tears, whether from being moved, who knew.
Dad panicked and turned his back…
Then turned around and stood up, not forgetting to pat his wife’s back.
“Pregnant?”
“Ye Lu, you’re saying, you’re pregnant?”
“Dad understands you, but… forget it…”
“Dad’s fault. I should’ve had your Mother teach you the natural… precautions of a succubus earlier.”
“No, it’s, it’s my own…”
Dad sighed: “Well, since it’s already done, Dad’s pretty pained, you know.”
Dad could only look at her sympathetically: “Um… Ye Lu, whose child are you carrying?”
“I told you! I agreed to let him sow the seed!”
“Even though there’s no…”
Mother shot Dad a glare, looked at Ye Lu, and said gently: “Oh…”
“Daddy’s an idiot… Don’t listen to him.”
“As for dying on the battlefield… that won’t happen, Ye Lu.”
“The Demon race has no wars right now, so… you won’t die. If you can get pregnant, Mom’s happy for you.”
“Huh? Crying… come on, hurry, come cry in Mom’s arms~~”
Dad: “…”
Sure enough, her parents were very abnormal—this time leaning toward hating Dad.
Ye Lu didn’t go. Instead, she turned off that noisy TV that was ruining the mood, stood in front of her parents, dumbfounded for a long time, then explained everything seriously.
After explaining…
“Your husband, is that Prince!?”
“The Celestial Demon Prince? You mean… Ye Lu’s husband, is the Celestial Demon Prince!?”
Mother’s tail shot up in excitement.
Dad was shocked too, straightening his upper body from his seated posture on the sofa, letting out a relieved breath… probably satisfied with the man’s status?
“If that’s the case, then Ye Lu has even less reason to cry…”
“Your husband is strong. At least… back when Dad was a Mercenary for the Demon King, I was fortunate enough to see the Celestial Demon race in action. That power that looks down on everything, it’s beyond what us ordinary people can reach, and even beyond what outside Humans can reach.”
Really?
But the opponent was strong too. Even if the Prince didn’t die, he’d still be hurt. What if the injured spot happened to be the Third Leg…
Thinking about her future…
While she stood frozen, not knowing what to do, Mother crept over softly, took her hand, and led her to sit on Dad’s left side. Then, Mother sat on her right…
A little plump, but that was just the mark of health.
She gently touched her daughter’s… little belly, feeling uneasy.
And so, from a loving couple, they became a loving family.
Mother brushed her own hair, pinched her cheeks, and even…
“Ye Lu’s belly hasn’t grown.”
Ye Lu: “It’s only been two weeks.”
“Oh…”
“Ah, ah… it’s fine. No matter what happens, Mom will be with you.”
“It’s already been two weeks?”
Ye Lu thought: The Prince must be completely unharmed… He’s an idol everyone worships…
“Just curious, what would our Ye Lu’s child with the Celestial Demon Prince even look like? After all…”
“Mom heard that the Celestial Demon race is actually no good in that department, and then… succubi are really something else.”