Chapter 84 – Chapter 82 – The Throne Is Too Narrow (4)

The answer to the saintess’ proposal did not come immediately.

A proposal from a saintess who always quietly helped women raise their children.
The content is a tryst in a place where no one visits at a time when no one wakes up.

This is a proposition that is difficult to answer at once.

So instead of opening their mouths, they widened the distance between their bodies trying to touch each other.
And she put the finished baby food in a bowl.

Instead of urging the saintess too, she handed the tableware and tray to this side and remained silent.

In that short amount of time, she tried to figure out what the saintess meant by such a proposal, and what exactly she wanted.

She may simply be wanting to discuss the affairs of a cult or going out.
Or maybe she’s demanding affection or power like other women.

Whatever it was, there would be no loss to her saintess if she secured time to spend alone with herself, who currently has the most power here.

“Hernan? What do you think of my proposal?”

Flat tone.
But again, the distance narrowed, giving the impression that she wanted her answer sooner rather than later.

Shall I ask you directly why you are doing this?
Or should I say I knew it once?

Those worries were stopped when a soft touch came from behind.

“The kitchen in the morning seems like a better place to have a conversation than my special room anyway…”

I looked back slightly.
There, the most chaste woman in the most chaste clothes was pressing her breasts.

After pregnancy, the bigger breasts cover your back, the warmer you feel.
But at the same time, I felt the blood rushing out of my back.

Of course, the blood was rushing between his legs.

Bigger breasts than the Dream Horse Sharpie.
If Sharpie stopped growing as long as it didn’t interfere with her activities, it seems that the saintess swelled up under the conviction that bigger is better.

I wonder if this kind of chest pressure from the morning was too irritating. I opened her mouth by clicking her tongue.

“Once you understand, let’s go up. Your baby will be waiting for you.”

I gently pushed Marina away and finished her baby food.
Once she had given her permission, she nodded her head gracefully and withdrew.

She puts the lid on the baby food prepared much faster than usual so that it doesn’t cool down before breakfast, and covers the agitation that must have been revealed on her face with an expressionless expression.

That’s how she finished getting ready to leave her kitchen with the saintess.

“Shall we go?”

Following the saintess’ words, she opened her door and began to climb the stairs leading up to her.

As she neared the end, she quietly asked a question.

“Lady. Aren’t you wearing a priest’s hat now?”

A priestly hat whose number of uses decreases with each passing day.
She met her eyes as she recalled the hat, now stained with an indelible white stain.

Marina awkwardly fidgeted with her hair and turned her head away.

“Because it is dirty. I’ll get a new one when I leave anyway, so there’s no need to wear it.”

The saintess asked again with a melancholy smile.

“Isn’t that right, Hernan?”

Hernán walked away in silence.

* * *

The last to come to the breakfast table was usually a warrior.
She usually sleeps late and sometimes takes sleeping pills. It’s only natural that you come out last.

However, the person not at the table now was none other than Sharpie.

“Are you a little late?”

Hernán wondered if Sharpie overslept, and she put the sweet treats from the morning on her table.

Silnia looked at it and frowned.

“Give me plain food. To be honest, I don’t want to eat food marinated in honey in the morning.”

Hernan’s hand, which was dividing the luxurious food into 6 equal parts, stopped.

“Didn’t you eat well in the first place?”

“I just ate it as a nutritional supplement. Aren’t you burdened with this kind of food for breakfast?”

Hernan’s eyes quickly turned to Potty.
Potty was dragging Sylnia’s share of food in front of her, probably feeling offended.

Meanwhile, Silnia kept spitting out her words.

“You know Karine can make something like this, right? Let’s eat these for meals only when we’re attracted to it, and eat it lightly for regular meals.”

“Sylnia. I am grateful to have food to start the day and I can’t eat it. .”

Before she could finish her scolding, Forti’s annoyed voice came out.

“Ugh, meat dumplings are also served with food! Silnia is also good at eating meat now, so why don’t you eat this?”

“It’s not even that long. Can I eat enough to satisfy you?”

Hernán put his hand on his forehead in the nerve war that continued from the morning.
The two women, who were not very social, were now talking in a growl.

“Well, then, is it okay to eat that plain grilled mushrooms and grated grass in the morning? It’s a composition that doesn’t have any strength at all.”

“Did you cut the grass? What do you know about elven seasoning! And as a rabbit, why are you covering the grass?”

“Pooh, grass is a day or two! Silnia has been having a hard time with the vegetarian diet for the past few days. Why is that? And I’m a human, not a rabbit!”

“Stop.”

Hernan sighed as he placed her baby food in front of each other.

“If you complain, the kitchen will be open, everyone cooks and eats on their own. Of course, it will be hard to wake up in the morning, so make it in advance in the evening. I’ll heat it up and bring it to you while I make the baby food.”

She didn’t tell her women to come down in the morning out of consideration for her saintess, whom she asked to meet in the kitchen every morning.

Forty and Sylnia exchanged glances for a moment, then began to focus on the baby food in front of them.

Is even the diet, which changes depending on who you sleep with, a trigger for conflict?

Hernan drew his share of food bitterly as he watched the two women recently quarreling over who would sleep with Ernan.

Meanwhile, Marina looked at the empty seat to the right of Hernán and opened her mouth.

“Is the Demon King still not coming out?”

Marina asked as she put her homemade baby food into her daughter’s mouth.
Hernan also looked at the spot and then turned his gaze towards Sharpie’s room.

“I’ll go once. It looks like he slept in late.”

As the pregnancy progressed, Sharpie woke up later.
It’s the same as last time, and there are signs of it slowly this time, so it’s not necessarily strange.

Thinking so, he opened the door, and immediately there was a voice welcoming him.

“Dad!”

“Did you sleep well, Ella?”

Hernán greeted the child sitting in the cradle.
And he went over to the sleeping Sharpie with a gurgling sound.

“Sharpie. It’s morning.”

“… Huh?”

The sharpie opened her eyes, pulling her unkempt hair from the corners of her mouth.
Seeing her beauty, which made her admire that she was naturally pretty even in this state, she handed the Sharpie’s hair.

She rubbed her horns along with her hand and slowly raised her upper body.

“Is it breakfast time now?”

“Huh. I came to wake you up because you didn’t come out.”

The demon king turned his eyes around and met his own child’s gaze.
Straight away Sharpie smiled and said her good morning to her daughter.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Huh.”

While she was talking with her child, her Hernán lifted her from her bed.

“Let’s go out. I will be hungry too.”

“I’m going to feed the baby first… Ah.”

Sharpie staggered for a moment and was about to fall.
Of course, Hernán quickly grabbed her and her back didn’t touch the floor.

“Are you okay?”

The demon king looked at Hernan with her blank eyes.
She even grinned.

“Is it time for regular replenishment?”

“Already? You only put it in four days ago.”

“Already… If you think about the share of the baby in the boat, isn’t it not enough to put more in?”

Sharpie’s fist tapped Hernán’s chest.
Only then did Hernan get her up right away, revealing her concern.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“It was just because I woke up in the morning. Originally, many pregnant women complain of dizziness while standing up.”

To say that it’s nothing.
In contrast, Sharpie’s face was strangely drawn.

Even during her first pregnancy, she seems to have seen this face quite a bit.
Maybe it was when semen got morning sickness?

Hernan stepped out, supporting her sharpie with one hand and holding her daughter with the other.

Fortunately for her, she seems to have had no further quarrels while she was away.
Everyone was quietly feeding the children, and only the childless hero was crushing rabbit-faced dumplings.

With a wry smile at the sight, he brought the sharpie to his seat.
Potty looked at Sharpie and raised her ears.

“Shah, sharpie? Are you sick?”

“No. She was just briefly tired as the pregnancy progressed.”

Clever answer.
Normally, this is an action Potty would just skip.

But Potty wiggled his hand as if he wanted to say something more.
Sharpie looked at her silently for a moment, and when Potty’s gaze reached Hernán, she immediately opened her mouth.

“Of course I hope Potty takes care of me! Just like when I nursed you back in the day.”

Is this a signal to meet in a secret room?

Hernán was sure from her recent conversation that there was some important secret between them.

But now that the two of them are talking, it’s likely that prying out information from Forty will be difficult.
Because Sharpie will thoroughly shut her mouth.

Feeling a bit regretful about that, Hernán decided to eat first.

“Hmm…”

As she scooped her baby food for her daughter, Sharpie’s expression suddenly became ambiguous.
As if he sensed something unpleasant.

“What’s the matter?”

“Um…”

Everyone started glancing at her at her sharpie’s strange reaction to her.
The Demon King smiled moderately at everyone and said lightly.

“It’s just that the quality of baby food has improved a lot.”

The women who did not know that her saintess made it simply gave her a few compliments to her Hernán, probably because of Hernan’s cooking skills.

“L is good at cooking… He’s a really nice guy.”

“Hey, cook me a meat dish later too.”

Fortina Silnia and even the saintess smiled softly as she spoke.

“Hernan is really devoted to the kids.”

When even her saintess said such a thing, Hernán thought that she couldn’t even laugh.

Is it because I couldn’t focus on the compliments of women?
He was the first to notice an abnormal signal coming from the side.

“Ugh…”

Sharpie frowned at her as he scooped up her child’s baby food.
At least the child quickly put her food in her mouth and she was all right, but as soon as the child asked for the next one, her condition worsened.

“Sharpie.”

Hernan quietly called her.

“If you’re not feeling well, I’ll feed the baby instead. Just eat as much as you can and go in.”

“Uh… Thank you.”

The demon king handed over the child to Hernán, as if he was really unwell.
The child looked closely at his mother and munched her mouth.

“Mom is fine.”

Smiling at her child, she quickly broke off the black bread.
The demon king, who quickly put the bread with a slightly sour smell in his mouth, conspicuously twitched his mouth.

“Sharpy you…”

“Oooh!”

The Sharpie jumped up from her seat, covering her mouth.
Hernán hurriedly got up and looked at the child in her arms.

Wouldn’t it be better not to take it?

She hurriedly looked for a woman to trust her child with.

“Hernan! Leave it to me and come on…”

Her saintess set her daughter, her daughter, on her chair and stood up.
Leaving her child with her, Hernán hurriedly ran to her bathroom.

* * *

“So, just smelling food makes you nauseous?”

“Huh.”

The sharpie flushed her and nodded her head.
There was also a little bit of her misery on her face.

“What is the life of a dreamer…”

She lamented and sat on the toilet.

“Morning sickness is the smell of food itself. Isn’t that too cruel?”

Hernán felt she was in trouble.
Sharpie had a severe rejection of her semen during her last pregnancy.
Thanks to this, her regular replenishment had to be all anal until the ballast period came.

Then, if you have morning sickness now, there is a high possibility that you will definitely have morning sickness about semen.

Regularity and nutrients.
Both elements were restricted in intake.

Hernan groaned and stroked her chin.

“It’s not good for pregnancy.”

The demon king gloomily agreed and sighed.

“Ehh. Shall we just do a regular supplement? I would have done it with Forty yesterday, but with my ass…”

“How did you know what I did with Forty yesterday?”

Sharpie muttered with her haggard face.

“That’s right, the smell of semen comes from El’s crotch… Uh?”

Even with morning sickness, the smell of semen does not make me sick.

Her astonishing realization came to her.
The dreamer opened her eyes wide and grabbed Hernán’s pants.

Hernan panicked and followed her, grabbing her pants.

“For a moment! Do it here?”

“I need to eat too!”

Sharpie struggled and pulled Hernán’s pants down.
Hernán’s hands let go of his pants due to his ardent survival instinct.

“Ah… Okay, this smell.”

The sharpie seemed to be sweet, and she stuck her nose inside her pants, which were down.

“From the beginning, the smell of L’s semen was excellent, but today I especially like it. Did you eat something good for stamina without my knowledge?”

“Of course it can’t be. What about rejection?”

She ruffled her tail and drew in her breath.

“Ha… Rejection? I don’t know about that. Rather, her mouth is watering and the bottom is smeared with juice?”

Apparently excited, Mongma’s unique lewd and vulgar tone began to come out.

“It’s fun. Last time I thought I was going to die from the smell of semen, but this time it’s the exact opposite.”

Red shining heart eyes looked at Hernán.
There she smiled and added one more word.

“I’d rather your food smell like semen.”

“Huh?”

Sharpie suddenly opened her eyes and asked.

“What do you mean by that?”

“No, it is. If it’s hard because of the general food smell, if all the food smells like semen… Sharpie?”

Sharpie looked up at Hernán, like the face of her meeting her savior.

“King? You won’t throw away your lovely sharpie, will you?”

She smiled as she rubbed her face between the legs of the only man with semen.

“The King’s baby is also growing in my stomach.”

Feeling ominous, she pushed her Sharpie’s face away.

“Still, spraying semen on food is a bit…”

“I just need to be invisible to others!”

The demon king grabbed one of Hernan’s balls and gasped for breath.

“Let’s meet later in my room. Could you bring me some bread? If I take it, I might vomit from the smell.”

Her physiological reluctance rose, but Hernán soon nodded at her.
After all, Sharpie needs nourishment to keep the baby alive and to feed Ella, who is not fully weaned.

If there is a way, you should try anything.

“Okay, Sharpie, go into your room. I’m going to eat with the kid and go in.”

“Thank you!”

Sharpie spread her kisses along Hernán’s torso, eventually reaching her lips.
Hernán tried to resist the thought of leaving her bathroom, but she was stopped by the sharpie’s words.

“From now on, my mouth will keep smelling that El, right? So let’s kiss a lot beforehand!”

An irresistible desire came up with an unpleasant imagination.
Now he kissed her with a sharpie, ready to yield her kisses to the cock underneath her.

And he remembered one thing.
If this is the case, if semen is drawn at every meal, it will be difficult to sleep with other women.

Hernán mingled her tongue with her Sharpie as she seriously considered her aphrodisiacs.