Chapter 55 – Chapter 54 – Public Enemy (1)

Hernán came out into the living room holding Marina’s daughter, who was born at dawn yesterday.
The blond child, like his mother, was sleeping soundly.

Seeing him like that, the sharpie who came out first greeted him.

“Did you sleep well? Is that girl a saint?”

“Huh. It’s my daughter.”

The sharpie was feeding her at the seat where she always sat.
Hernan went to the demon king to show him Marina’s daughter.

She smiled and whispered to her daughter.

“Is your sister here? Ella, too, let’s see your sister’s face.”

As the sharpie gently tickled the cheeks of the daughter she was holding, the baby took her mouth off the breast.
Hernán’s first child, whom he named Ella, opened her closed eyes gently.

Dark red heart eyes.
It was a mixture of Hernan’s black eyes and Sharpie’s red heart eyes.

Hernan, the father, stared blankly into those eyes for a moment.
It was a strange feeling to see eye to eye with his own child.

A feeling of uneasiness while feeling warm in the chest.

Hernan felt sorry for those eyes that anyone could tell that he was a child of a dreamer.
Even if the tail can be hidden somehow, it will never be easy to hide the eyes that are in charge of vision.

Even if magic was used to hide the shape of the pupil, it could be released if the magician sensed the magic.

A sharpie’s child with eyes like this would have a hard time living in human society.
If so, it would be more likely that he would have to live apart from himself, his father.

As he looked at her daughter and thought, her child smiled and stretched out her hand to her sister.
Hernan shrugged off being depressed and showed Marina’s daughter to Ella.

Shafi questioned her Hernán while her child watched her own brother.

“Isn’t the saintess showing up? Did she say she would rest for a while?”

“She insisted on coming out, but she came out after I forced her to grow up.”

Marina’s birth itself went smoothly.
Hernán also became good at receiving children, and he himself was on the side of enduring well.

However, because her saintess had suffered a lot while receiving another woman’s child and taking care of Silnia’s child, Hernán unconditionally let her rest.

Marina also accepted her offer when Hernán came out tough.
Perhaps she was also in a state of deep exhaustion, so she couldn’t have been more stubborn.

The Sharpie nodded her head and glanced sideways at her saint’s room.

“Since the saintess suffered a lot, she should rest. El must suffer.”

At her words, Hernan just smiled lightly.

Hernán was getting busier by the day.
She was in fact doing her sundry and she was doing almost anything she did on her own.

Especially since her newborn baby cries for a suck at any time, and the woman has to be held onto her baby.

Hernán asked Shafi insinuatingly.

“Isn’t breastfeeding hard? They say that if you breastfeed yourself, your body will lose a lot.”

Noble women in the capital where he lived rarely breast-feeded their children.
Most of them hired a nanny to breastfeed them.

In fact, doing so allowed the woman to quickly recover her body and quickly return to her normal daily life.

Of course, Hernán’s family couldn’t afford that, and even if they could, her father wouldn’t have given her mother a nanny.

“Do I enjoy breastfeeding my daughter?”

Sharpie met Hernán’s eyes and smiled at her.
She grabbed her breasts, her milk dripping, as her daughter fell asleep, taking her eyes off her brother.

“You think feeding El will be fun too?”

“To me… ?”

Hernán blushed as he looked at the demon king’s chest, where breast milk flowed up.

Sharpie massaged her breasts in her relaxed voice.

“Actually, I was curious about what it tasted like, so I ate a little bit yesterday.”

The milk dripped onto her clothes drop by drop with each movement of her hand.

“Sweet yet fishy… My stomach felt numb.”

A tingling taste in the stomach.
It was an expression that Hernan had never heard of, and even after hearing it just now, she couldn’t figure out what it tasted like.

However, the area between Hernan’s legs swelled slightly as if she understood what it tasted like.
Suppressing her lower body, which urged her to taste it, Hernán opened her mouth to Sharpie.

“If I eat, the kids won’t have anything to eat…”

As soon as the words were out, Sharpie pulled out her chest on the other side of her.
She had a right breast that hadn’t been sucked on, but her nipples were hard erect.

She now seduced Hernán by rustling up to her tail.

“Is it okay if I wash this? It still takes a while for the girls to appear, so just taste it.”

Hernán stared at her breasts, which were swollen with her breast milk.
Certainly it would take some time for all the women to come out.

Wouldn’t it be okay if I washed it for a while?
Usually the child feeds on her left breast, so I think it’s okay for her to suck on her right.

“Hurry…”

Sharpie gathered her breasts with her tail to make it easier for Hernán to suck.
Eventually, Hernán squatted beside her, holding her baby.

Sharpie raised the corners of her mouth and thrust her breasts in front of her mouth.

She held her breath for a moment before putting her nipple in her mouth.
Then, the Sharpie’s unique fragrant flesh and milky smell came out.

Hernand followed the smell and opened her mouth slightly, just as her baby, who had not opened her eyes, was drawn to it.

“Huh… !”

Sharpie let out a soft moan as her Hernán’s mouth covered her own breasts.
Hernán put her eyes on her tail wagging beside her face and tightened her mouth.

Soft flesh pushed in and the milky smell intensified.
However, the liquid he was waiting for did not come out easily.

“Yes, you have to suck hard…”

The sharpie held her baby tightly and let out her heavy breath.

She followed her advice and watched as she rolled her tongue a little more and writhed down her throat, sucking forcefully.
Only then did she begin to feel the fishy sweetness in her mouth.

There were no explosive breasts.
However, the amount of milk leaking through the entire nipple gradually increased.

Hernan felt that once she fell in love, it was difficult to stop.
It felt as if her milk would spill on the floor if she opened her mouth, and she did not even want to open her mouth because she felt an unfulfilled need being filled.

Unlike when Sharpie nursed her baby, she gradually twisted her back and rubbed her thighs.

“Is sucking L’s milk an art?”

Sharpie patted her head as Hernán sucked her own breasts, speaking in a rather surprised voice.

It was thought that perhaps she had improved her skills by taking out her inverted nipples every time she had sex with Marina.
But she didn’t dare to say that, and Hernán drank a light snack before breakfast.

“You know, El.”

Sharpie met Hernán’s gaze with her eyes glistening with lust.

Looking at the glowing heart eyes, she judged that the demon king was starting up.

The recent sexual intercourse was really at a level that provided the regularity necessary for survival.
As a dreamer who likes sex, it might be dissatisfying.

Sharpie stroked Hernan’s groin with her tail and introduced her little by little to a world that Hernan didn’t know.

“Do you know that I am a nursing goddaughter? I haven’t tried it yet either…”

She didn’t know, but she knew roughly what it meant.
While Hernán frowned at her, Sharpie continued to move her tail.

“Can we do that for a second? I’ll do it with my tail.”

The sharpie’s tail tried to dig into Hernán’s pants without hesitation.
Hernán opened her mouth, feeling her bewilderment for a moment.

Watching the milk dripping down her wistfully, he grabbed the Sharpie by the tail.

“Sigh!”

The dream horse shuddered at the sudden sensation of her tail.
She trembled with her face slightly untied.

Hernán said she hastily, thinking that she’s glad she still hasn’t woken up.

“The girls are coming soon!”

“Well, it will be soon…”

“Do it in your room later!”

Hernán looked at the other women’s room, taking off the sharpie’s tail that kept getting entangled in her body.
The demon king protested, grabbing the breast he was sucking on.

“You didn’t even decide to hold me by the horns and blow me hard last time!”

“I stopped because it hurts when I pull the horn!”

“Originally, if you pretend to be in pain, you have to be rougher!”

Was that real moan faked?
I was going to just ignore it and move on, but I stopped because I was in so much pain that I was startled.

Hernán opened her mouth to contain her absurdity.

“Was that an act?”

“It wasn’t that I wasn’t sick…”

Shafi saw that Hernán was more dumbfounded than she thought, so she laughed embarrassingly and put her strength into her hand that held her chest.

At the same time she shouted, changing her voice frivolously.

“Take my jjijjibim!”

“Ugh?”

Hernán stumbled back to the breast milk that suddenly sprayed into her eyes.
Her vision became hazy, as if the demon’s divine power had swept through her head.

“Sharpie! What is this!”

Sharpie chuckled.

“That’s why you shouldn’t have calmly accepted this body’s lactating goddaughter!”

Is this the behavior of the demon king who ruled over the entire demon tribe for over 20 years?

Hernán pondered whether she should laugh, or whether she should be angry and bewildered.
Her childish and vulgar behavior was completely contrary to her serious appearance, which she had recently shown, making it all the more difficult to get her out of the way.

And in fact, the first thing to do now is to wipe off the milk from your eyes.
Hernán said eagerly, wiping her eyes.

“Sharpie! If you’re a mother now, do something like this…”

“It’s also left in her chest on the other side!”

Hernán felt she was going crazy and she turned her face away hastily.
So she was able to see her face to face with Karine, who just came out of the room.

“Ah…”

The sharpie stopped her milking hand in vain.
Unfortunately, the liquid that had already been fired flew without stopping.

Hernán looked at her carine, trying hard to ignore the wetness on her buttocks from being hit by her flying breast milk.

She stared blankly at Hernán, her face dripping with white fluid, and the sharpie dripping her milk, her breasts exposed.

However, Hernán thought that her carine itself was also quite attention-grabbing.

“Now openly in the living room…”

Karine stared at Hernán in her cracking voice.

Her eyes, before she bowed, were extremely sunken and shaded almost to her cheeks.
Besides, her hair was quite long, unlike her usual neatness.

But what stood out most of all was the crutches she was holding on to.
Carine has been using crutches for the past two weeks.

Fortunately for her, the length is adjustable, so even her taller woman could use it without difficulty.

The hero spent a few moments leaning on her crutches.
After that, she lifted her head and spoke to Hernán.

“Eh, El… Can you help me out today?”

Hernán stood still next to the sharpie, wiping the fluid from her face.
Karine awkwardly put on her crutches and turned her full body towards the unanswering Hernan.

“I don’t even remember when I slept with you, and it’s hard to live with crutches every day.”

The sharpie next to her put on a pitiful expression and straightened her clothes.
Hernan judged that the hero was mentally driven to the point of begging like this even in front of the demon king.

Just then, she wept and went on with her words.
She used to be the type to hold back her tears, but these days it seems difficult to hold back her tears.

“I don’t say anything to the elf who made my legs like this, and sometimes even when he takes care of me, he doesn’t respond well to my words. How could this be?”

“Hernan.”

Sharpie’s address to him changed to Hernan before he knew it.
She said quietly to Hernán.

“Put down the saintess and go to the bathroom. Her face is a mess.”

“L! Please help me.”

Meanwhile, Karine was wiping the tears from her eyes roughly, and she was calling out to herself loudly.

The baby in her arms wriggled uncomfortably at the sound of a harsh voice.
Hernán thought that Karine would make all her children cry at this point, and she carefully set her saintess’ daughter down in front of the sharpie.

Sharpie put her own baby on her side as well and tapped Hernán’s bottom with her tail.

Karine’s face lit up as Hernán slowly took her steps and came closer to herself.

He took her crutches and helped her to the bathroom.
As the two of them, her faces a mess, entered the bathroom, Sharpie sighed and looked at the spilled milk in her living room.

* * *

Carine tried to have a conversation by asking Hernan questions about this and that.
But Hernán barely responded.

Even if they answered, there were only those that were close to short answers.
She struggled to tidy up her silver hair, which had lost its luster, and finally gave up on the conversation.
She asked instead.

“I think I slept for an hour or two today… It’s fine for a day, so can we sleep together?”

Carine was thinking that somehow she would get his heart back as she had cooled off a lot while sleeping with Hernán.

She may not have forgotten her memories with him either, so if he shares those memories, he may recall her feelings of love.

Karine thought so, and she held back her tears.
Recently, strangely enough, tears have come up as often as in the past.

Karine thought why she suddenly burst out crying.
The cause was nothing.

She just felt sad about everything she thought she did.

She now has to cling to her old memories and beg for her love.

She somehow tried to deny that Hernán was fading her affection for him.
However, when her body became like this, she couldn’t stand it.

So she begs for her affection from her old lover, or rather from the lover who is about to leave.

“Huh? Please tell me you would if you listened to me.”

“Carine.”

Finally, Hernán opened her mouth.
Karine felt her heart pounding with her anticipation as she waited in silence for her words.

His next words contained emotions that he had recently become accustomed to.

“Didn’t you see Marina rushing into her room in labor before going to bed yesterday?”

Aversion.
Although she didn’t reveal it openly, she could feel it sensitively.

This feeling of disgust was familiar in her life as her illegitimate son, but it was not a feeling she was accustomed to until she was with Hernán.

No, it was.
These days, when Hernan looked at her self, she always spoke with these feelings, so she was now miserably used to it.

Hernán continued her speech, keeping her emotions intact.

“And did you see the child I was holding? You were a kid I couldn’t see. Then, of course, can’t she know that Marina has given birth and that it’s time for her to cook after giving birth?”

At last…
She finally said that she couldn’t sleep with him.

Karine tried to shout out that the woman was more important than her, but she held back.
She hadn’t benefited from saying that lately.

Instead, little by little, she brought out words that Hernán spoke more often.

“Sorry…”

“Okay, let’s go out.”

Hernan started to support her carine again.
She followed, thinking how this guy who liked her could change in an instant.

The worry didn’t last long.
Because as soon as she came out of the bathroom, the child she said was Marina’s daughter started crying.

Hernán hurriedly handed Carine her crutches and ran to her child.
She looked at the man who had disappeared beside her with her bewildered face.

He was soothing his baby, displaying rich emotions.
In his mind, it seemed that there was nothing left about him.

The reason I could tell that was, paradoxically, because the hatred had disappeared from Hernán’s expression.

The powerless warrior returned to his usual seat.
The seat right in front of Silnia’s room.

Heading towards the head here.

It was near her arrival, enduring the pain in her armpit from her crutches.
Silnia opened the door and she was right in front of herself.

She looked coldly at the warrior as she cradled her baby.
Carine hastily turned her eyes away from Silnia.

And was about to move her crutches to get back to her place.

“Fuck me this morning…”

Hearing Silnia’s swearing, goose bumps ran down her neck.
Sure enough, Silnia removed her foot and kicked it towards Karine’s crutches.

“Kyaaak!”

Her crutches fell off Carine’s body and Carine began to plummet to her floor.
Carine shed her tears into the air, much to Silnia’s blatant disgust.

Falls are always terrible.
Because pain always awaits at the end.

Karine collapsed as she hit the floor.

As expected, it hurt terribly.