Chapter 185: Spread Your Legs for Me

I came hard, groaning low in my throat as thick ropes of cum flooded her womb.

Pulse after pulse painted her insides white while I squeezed our bodies together.

Chest to chest, her small breasts squished against me, her silver hair spilling loose across my shoulder like cool silk.

I held her there, hips locked flush, letting every last drop of semen baptize her deepest parts, while feeling her walls milk me greedily through the aftershocks.

The truth was that, I usually wavered whenever the topic of kids came up.

Some part of me still clinging to that old-world hesitation, that fear of permanence in a place where everything felt temporary...

But right now, I didn’t mind anymore. Not even a little.

I’ll make babies with all my lovers. Every single one of them.

...Not to mention, their mothers are wealthy, influential, and powerful beyond anything I could’ve imagined back on Earth.

Expenses won’t suffocate me or anything like that.

Ehehe. I feel like a scammer now.

Ah, maybe I should start a business in this world?

Something to channel all this absurd harem energy into actual legacy-building. I’ll give it some more thoughts later.

"Master Benjamin... I would likewise..."

I turned my head at the soft voice.

And there was Vaelora.

She was sitting on her knees beside us, twirling a long strand of her pink-black hair nervously around one slender finger while those huge pink eyes looked up at me with pure, aching longing.

The way she gazed, wide-eyed and hopeful, her cheeks flushed the softest rose, it was like staring directly at diabetes incarnate.

Too sweet and innocent.

Damn, she’s too pure. C’mere!!

Titania lifted herself off me with a shaky exhale, my softening cock slipping free with a wet, obscene sound as a thick trickle of cum followed, leaking down her thighs and onto the pink sheets.

She collapsed gently to one side of the bed, her silver hair fanning out in a messy halo, chest still heaving, violet eyes half-lidded in post-orgasmic daze.

I shifted over to Vaelora immediately, guiding her down onto her back on the mattress with careful hands.

She let me position her without resistance, her legs parting as I asked and settled between them.

"Spread your legs for me," I said softly, voice low and gentle.

She obeyed right away.

Her thighs were trembling slightly as they opened wider, exposing that small, untouched pink pussy framed by a neat patch of fine pink hair already glistening from watching Titania and me earlier.

"This is going to hurt. Are you ready?"

She nodded quickly, but her grip on my hand, the one I braced near her face to balance my weight, was tight enough that her knuckles whitened.

Her big eyes shimmered, lashes fluttering with nervous anticipation.

I smiled down at her, leaning in to brush my lips across her forehead.

"Vaelora. We just met a while ago, but you’ve been a real help to Titania... Allow yourself to feel good, okay?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered, the word "Master" dropping so naturally now that it made my chest tighten.

No more "Benjamin." Just that soft, reverent title.

"My apologies if I was too naïve." She concluded.

I pressed the head of my cock against her hot and slippery entrance, already weeping from arousal.

She squirmed beneath me, thinning her lips into a tight line as the broad tip nudged her pussy open, stretching the delicate flesh slowly.

She was wet enough from watching us that the slide wasn’t dry torture, but still... she was not touched, so still virgin tight.

I pushed in inch by careful inch, feeling the slick walls of her vagina scrape and cling to every ridge of my cock, resisting and yielding at the same time.

The heat was overwhelming; so soft, impossibly snug, fluttering around me like she was trying to decide whether to push me out or pull me deeper.

"Argh...! K-Keep going, Master... I’m fine..."

She tried to tough it out, voice strained but determined, small hands clutching my shoulders now instead of just my hand.

But I could feel the tension in her body, the tiny tremors running through her thighs, the way her breath hitched every time I advanced another fraction.

[Hey, General Sys?]

{...M-Master?! I do not appreciate being regarded like that...}

Eh?

Was that actually Sys responding?

She normally ignored my little asides completely, treating them like background noise.

But now... her tone sounded almost bashful and flustered, like a girl who’d been caught off-guard by a nickname.

Slowly, I’m losing my system, and it’s being replaced by some cute spirit voice in my head.

I kept the slow, careful thrusts going, barely moving, but just rocking enough to ease her open while I conversed mentally.

[Okay, okay. I’ll stop now. How does Professor Sys sound?]

{Please, do not tease me. Master, did you want a task done?}

Ah, she changed the subject fast, in a classic deflection.

Now that I think about it, even if her voice has always sounded oddly feminine—soft and precise, with that vague analytical lilt—why did I automatically conclude Sys is female?

One part of my brain insists it’s just me being my usual perverted self, projecting onto the disembodied voice.

The other part thinks... maybe she actually is some kind of female existence.

A spirit? Or an artificial intelligence with a real personality? Who knows anymore.

Anyway, let’s beg her;

[I was thinking; since I’m becoming one serious abomination of nature, might I have something that would make me feel what Vaelora is feeling?]

{Affirmative. But... Is Master satisfied with such result?}

Ara?! Is Sys worried about little old me?!

[N-Not in that manner! I believe Master has no idea how it feels like to be in a woman’s perspective in copulation.]

[Leave out the formalities! Vaelora won’t suffer alone!]

{Very well. I will cease to warn Master any further. Initiating [Magic Nexus] + [Beast Demigod] alongside [Soul Link] for higher chance of success... Linking the individual Vaelora with Master’s soul... Complete!}

...Huh...?