Chapter 23 – Episode 23 – Can We Go Back to the Forest…? (One)

Potty was watering a huge pot of rose bushes.
Looking at the flowers that were soaked in moisture and growing fresh, Hernan remembered Carine’s room.

She took a pitcher of water from each meal and put two roses from Hernán in it.

I even thought about telling Karine, who was still watching the withering flower, a different flower language for the black rose.
But it would be a wise decision not to.

Because the tension is already high here.

“Sylnia came out of here earlier in the morning. Did you come to look for flower pots?”

“Yes. You really like soil and living plants.”

Hernán deliberately brought up an unpopular subject.
In fact, since the day the rose roamed around in their hands, the three of them hadn’t brought it up as a topic of conversation.

Carine just kept an eye on Potty with a sense of alertness, and Potty quietly talked to Hernán only in this laboratory.

“How do you feel? Don’t you have a bunch?”

Hernan approached Potty, who had put the watering can down next to the flower pot.
I couldn’t help but worry because life had entered my fragile and unstable body.

“It’s really fine. On the contrary, thank you for caring…”

Forty leaned against the desk and looked straight at Hernán.
Hernan also looked at her and remained silent.

Through the black rose, Potty declared that Hernán was hers and at the same time told her to break up with Carine.

It was a request that was never easy for the hero’s lover, Hernan.

Hernan, who has practically shared his life with Carine since he was young.
For him, giving up on loving Karine was the same as pulling out that life entirely.

And this is a very special situation.
You might go out and how your relationship with everyone might change.

If it’s simply a matter between you and the two women, you may be able to somehow orchestrate a change in the relationship.
But there are three more women here, and they are forced to give birth to their own children.

When the kids start to come out in earnest, I have no idea how this complicated relationship will bounce off.

“Uh? Ernan, are you here too?”

In particular, the relationship with that selfish elf is even more unpredictable.
Potty was about to grab Hernán’s hand, but flinched at the sudden voice.

Hernan asked Potty if he was surprised and then turned to Silnia.

“Pretend to be popular. Don’t startle people.”

Forty’s special room opened, and Sylnia, clearly excited, would come and visit the lab as if she were visiting her house.

Even though Hernan told her to go in and out properly so that Potty could rest in peace, she didn’t even listen.

I was just annoyed again.

“You guys are overly sensitive. I was making enough footsteps and breathing.”

“Are you pretending to be barely breathing?”

Hernan also glared at Silnia in annoyance, but she didn’t care and crouched down in front of the flowers.

“Hey, leave it alone. I wasn’t really surprised, since I don’t have anything special to do here anyway…”

Potty wriggled her hands to see if she wanted to hold Hernán’s hand again.
Hernán carefully tried to wrap the bandaged hand that had been pricked by a rose thorn.

“Hernan!”

The dreamer’s screaming call made the two hands fall again.

“Hey. That bitch doesn’t even pretend to be popular and starts screaming, so what are you saying?”

Silnia laughed and glanced sideways at Hernán.
Hernán sighed and turned to Sharpie.

“Why? It’s not even dinner time yet.”

“Could you abandon me already and only go to newly pregnant women?”

Sharpie stroked her belly with the most pitiful look on his face.

“Baby… It’s hard because Dad is a playboy, but I’ll take care of her mother too.”

Hernan laughed and opened her mouth.

“Are you protesting to play with you?”

“Demonstration…”

Sharpie’s pitiful expression suddenly changed to one that reminded her of something terrible.

“I just got goosebumps when Hernan mentioned the protest.”

“How was it?”

“The protests of the vampires… The protests that said they should give 10 times the right to vote because they live a long time were terrible. Was it bloody?”

“What are you talking about, what the hell?”

Not only Hernan but also Fotina Silnia tilted her head with her face saying it was difficult to understand.
The sharpie shuddered at her before she immediately turned her words around.

“Anyway, Ernan came because I wanted to see her face. I also wanted to see the face of our cute bunny girl.”

“You make a fuss while watching every meal.”

Silnia snorted to herself.
The Demon King also ignored the reaction and held Potty’s hand.

“Isn’t it difficult to have a conversation outside because the hero notices you?”

Potty nodded her head.
In the head of the hero, they were placed side by side at the top of the person who had to prevent her from contacting Hernán, and recently they had been confined to their own territory.

At least, magicians often visit the lab to refresh themselves, but they rarely visit Sharpie’s special room.

“And voila! I can’t have sex in the early stages of pregnancy, so take this at least.”

The reason was because of that thing that Sharpie had brought.
After all, no one really wanted to go to a place with a heaping collection of adult toys.

“Eh, what is this?”

Potty was puzzled as she grabbed the strange contraptions that fit her hand.
The balloon had a tiny funnel-like opening, and when Potty strained her hand, her torso split open and the air escaped.

“Would you like to let go of the power in your hands then?”

The Sharpie took Potty’s other hand, which was not holding on.
She placed the index finger of her hand on the funnel-shaped opening, then let go of the force she was using on the body of the instrument.

“Daddy, are you sucking?”

Potty’s ears perked up.
She seemed even more curious about its use as her odd-looking object sucked hard on her index finger.

Hernan also stroked her chin while looking at the object he had never seen before.

It’s something Sharpie gave you, so it’s clear that it’s for lewd use…
She couldn’t quite figure out where she was using it.

“When you masturbate, the bean-shaped clitoris slightly comes out at the top of your pussy? If you use this on it, the device that has become a vacuum sucks it in, and it reaches its climax right away…”

“Sharpie!”

Hernán’s mouth gaped in surprise.
However, Potty’s face, which had already understood, turned red like a carrot, and Silnia’s ears, which had been quietly listening to the conversation, turned red.

“Mi, crazy bitch!”

Silnia jumped up and she came towards the sharpie.

The concept of sex between humans and elves is conservative.
In a place full of such people, it was as if Mongma presented something he could not have imagined, and the culture shock was not the only one.

“Oh, no! This is a rare item that I don’t even have in my special room!”

As Silnia, awakened by Sharpie as the guardian of her proper gender ideals, approached, she intercepted Potty, who desperately held the utensil in her hand.

Even Silnia wouldn’t hit a pregnant woman, but just in case, Hernando moved along with Shapi.

“Give me that!”

“Boo, are you going to break it?”

When Sharpie asked with her appalled face, Silnia nodded her head.

“The fact that such an unwholesome thing exists in the world itself is blasphemy against the gods!”

“Sylnia you. Even if you visit the pantheon, you didn’t pray.”

Recently, she is Silnia, who cursed the demon who imprisoned them here, asking him to kill her.
It was ridiculous that she brought up her impiety as a reason.

“Ah, give it to me anyway!”

Silnia raised her fist.
Of course, Hernán covered the sharpie and grabbed the fist.

No matter how hardy the Sharpie was, this threat to pregnant women was hard to watch.

“If you give birth to a child like that, how are you going to educate them…”

“I’m not having kids!”

As Sharpie hid behind her, silently sighing, Silnia grew even more angry and tried to free her hand from her hold.

“Still, my ears are good, so even if the child cries from afar, I will come right away. That’s good.”

The Demon King continued to stimulate Silnia, as if he believed in Hernán.
Silnia’s naturally aroused face slowly began to fill with anger rather than embarrassment.

Hernán felt that the Sharpie’s provocation was slowly becoming dangerous.
She usually rides her lines pretty well, but she wondered why she was suddenly doing these provocations.

“The Demon Cub…”

Silnia leaned her body aside, intending to hit Hernán with her free hand.
Sharpie, as expected, avoided Hernán from behind.

In an instant, the two women with the man in the middle started playing hide and seek, and Hernán shouted while holding Silnia in her hand.

“Stop it, both of you!”

“Hey, Hernan! You’re holding on too tight!”

Silnia stopped, frowning at Hernan’s grip.

“Sharpie, you too! Return what you brought to your special room.”

Thinking that it hadn’t been like this before, Hernán felt her head pounding.

Is it time to sleep with another woman already?

As Silnia cried out to let go of her hand now that she knew it, Potty often stepped closer.

“Sylnia has this.”

It was a self-defense device gifted by Sharpie.

“Me?”

Silnia, who was shaking her swollen red wrist, looked at Potty with her bewildered face.

“Yes. Well, I don’t need anything like this, so Sylnia disposes of it as she pleases.”

With her elf threat finally gone, Sharpie pulled her face out towards Hernán’s side and caught a glimpse of it.

“Please don’t break it in front of me. I think it hurts so much…”

Contrary to that bleak voice, the demon king’s tail was subtly digging into Hernán’s pants.
When I punished her with a slap on her rude tail, she groaned happily.

Silnia’s ears reddened even more at the groan and snatched at her masturbation device.

“I will break this in my room.”

“Oh, no~”

Sharpie stretched out her weepy hand, but Silnia promptly walked out of her lab.
Potty approached Sharpie, who was clinging miserably to Hernán’s back.

She was making an apologetic face.

“Sorry, sorry… You gave me what you gave me as a gift.”

“Huh? I gave it to you as a gift, so of course you can do whatever you want.”

Hernán took the sharpie away from her back, facing her mischievous expression.

“Is that really rare?”

“Rather than a dildo.”

“There are a lot of dildos, aren’t they?”

“I don’t know. Would you like to go check it out?”

Instead of answering, Hernán made eye contact with the two women standing next to each other.
Both are pregnant with their own children.

I’ll probably get pregnant again and again.

Talking to herself, the Sharpie was wagging her tail and touching Potty’s, and Potty was laughing at the touch.

He didn’t expect it at all, but Hernan shook his head thinking that it was fortunate that the two of them were okay.

“No, I am not going.”

“Why!”

“If we go, let’s do this or that, and plan to make it difficult, right?”

The demon king avoided Hernan’s gaze as if he had been hit.
Hernán asked Sharpie, thinking that she didn’t hate that figure either.

“Don’t provoke Silnia or Karine too much. Especially Sylnia.”

Sharpie behaves relatively well in front of Karine.
However, she and Silnia had frequent conflicts from the start.

There might be a problem with her violent tendencies in Silnia, but there was also a reason why her demon king secretly provoked her.

She didn’t want the worst: a pregnant Sharpie being beaten by Sylnia.
So, even with a sharpie with whom she can speak, caution must be given.

“Understand?”

“I’ll take note.”

The Demon King smiled.

* * *

“You fucking slut, dreamer!”

“Catch it!”

Before the saintess could finish her words, Hernán’s hand quickly grabbed the elf’s ankle.

“Ah!”

Silnia collapsed in the air on her table.
Wooden bowls bounced noisily and food spilled out.

“My, did I say something so harsh?”

The demon king stood up, blocking the pouring nosebleed with his hand.
Fortunately, she succeeded in blocking Silnia, who was going to hit her directly, but she couldn’t stop the bowl she was throwing before that.

“Don’t let go, fuck you?”

The elf protested by slamming Hernán’s foot on the table.
But Hernán kicked her away from her dining table.

In the meantime, Carine instructed her saintess with her calm voice to stop the demon king’s nosebleeds.

“Sylnia!”

Hernan shouted as he managed to balance her and see her land on the floor.

“It won’t end like that if you make more riots.”

“Didn’t you hear what that motherfucking bitch was saying? Are you siding with your child?”

Silnia lost her temper as she brushed the food off her clothes.

“Uh, just with a little joke… She said she wouldn’t get pregnant anyway.”

“Isn’t it a joke among dreamers that if you’re a virgin in the forest for 78 years, will there be moss there too?”

When the Demon King made an excuse, Karine responded coldly.
Silnia, who brushed the leftovers off her rough body, looked over Hernán and her women.

“Did you hear what the hero just said? What kind of woman would stand to hear something like this!”

“So you want to throw a bowl at a pregnant woman and run and beat her?”

As Hernan growled in her low voice, Silnia responded in a louder voice.

“Ever since I was traveling, you’ve only been fucking with me!”

Silnia thumped her steps and disappeared into her room.

“Under…”

Hernán let out a deep sigh as he looked at her messy living room.

“I will warn you and come.”

Carine got up from her dining table, her mess, and she came to Hernán’s side.
Hernan nodded her head.

As everyone here knows, the only people Silnia is really afraid of are heroes.
Tomorrow morning she’ll have to warn her to chill out.

Of course, I could do it again the day after tomorrow.

“Ouch!”

Hernan heard the demon king’s short scream and turned his head.

With her tired face, the saintess who was being treated told Poti to fetch grass that had a hemostatic effect.
It was fortunate that Potty’s laboratory was open and he was able to obtain simple herbs.

“Sharpie. I told you to be careful!”

Hernán felt a headache and she approached the Demon King.

“Sorry. I guess I wasn’t aware of cultural differences yet.”

“Isn’t that a severe insult even among demons?”

“It’s a light joke among dreamers…”

Sharpie smiled shyly.

“Thank you anyway.”

“What?”

“Thank you for protecting Hernán. I was counting on Hernan!”

The Demon King pointed to his ship.

Her repeated baths have made her womb tattoo disappear, but it’s clear she has a child of her own there.
If so, it can’t keep happening like this.

Deep down, since the pregnant woman was injured this time, I wondered if the drinking party would intervene.
However, there was still no sign of the Demon God intervening.

In other words, do you mean that you will not intervene in this level of violence in the future?

Hernan, who was thinking about it, caught Potty, who was pregnant, running to him and handing over the ground grass.

There are two of her women who are already pregnant with her own child.
Maybe the saintess will get pregnant soon and she will be three.

“You’re not going to hold a grudge with this and hit me again?”

Sharpie shrugged her shoulders and glanced at Hernán.

Hernan thought that if it was Silnia’s personality, it was worth it.
If so, you will need a countermeasure.

A countermeasure to make Silnia as calm as possible.