That night.
As Siwoo was relaxing in his room, he heard a knock on the door.
"Can I come in?"
"Arte? Of course, come in."
I didn’t need to ask who it was. The only person who would knock on my door was Arte.
Other members of Arachne were always stationed at our house, just in case of an attack because of Arte’s pregnancy.
But they avoided coming into my room.
"What's up?"
At first, we stayed at the place Arachne used as a base, but Arte said she didn't like it there.
She didn’t want the baby to hear bad things.
I didn’t understand at first, but after seeing the basement of that mansion once, I didn’t argue.
It wasn’t a pleasant place.
Initially, the others would come into my room to chat, but less than a week into this arrangement, they stopped.
"Um, I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight?"
"Sleep with me?"
"Yes. Is that okay?"
To sleep together...
Did Arte understand what she was asking?
When I turned to her, I saw her blushing and looking away.
She was clutching a pillow to her chest like she was determined.
"That's not a good idea."
"Why not?"
"You know why."
If we just slept, there would be no problem.
But would I really just sleep if I were in bed with Arte?
...No way.
I wouldn’t be able to resist.
Even though she was pregnant, she was still incredibly lovely to me.
Knowing that, we had decided to use separate beds for a while.
Arte should have known that.
"The doctor said it's fine during the stable period."
"What?"
"As long as it’s not too intense, it’s actually good for the baby..."
Did she ask the doctor about this?
Arte's face turned red as if she were embarrassed by her own words.
"Still, it’s not a good idea."
"Why not?!"
"Don't ask the obvious."
I lowered my pants, showing her how excited I already was.
Had she not realized how aroused I was?
Seeing her hesitate, I took a step towards her.
Arte stepped back, and we repeated this until she was against the wall with nowhere to go.
I pressed my erection against her belly.
Holding her arms tightly, I kissed her hard.
Arte’s eyes showed surprise at the roughness of my kiss.
"Now do you understand?"
"Uh, well..."
"You know I've been really pent up lately."
The first time we made love, it went on for three days.
I had been extremely sexually frustrated then.
I wanted to cherish her so much that my pent-up desires exploded.
The house had been a mess, and it took a while to clean up.
Even the smell lingered, and we had to keep the windows open despite the cold.
There were still some stains left from that time.
Arte had been so exhausted she could barely move for days.
"Do you want me to lose control like that again?"
"...."
Since then, we hadn’t been so intense.
But now, after abstaining for a while, I was back to being sexually frustrated.
I still wanted to cherish her, but I was reaching my limit.
Seeing her like this, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back.
If I started, Arte would give in and let me have my way.
Her disheveled appearance was too tempting.
"...For the sake of our child... Ugh?!"
"...That’s not fair."
"Arte, wait a minute!"
She caught me off guard.
Grabbing my erection, she pulled me to the bed.
It didn’t hurt, but having her grab me so firmly was unexpected.
I couldn’t resist and let her guide me to the bed.
Lying there, I urgently spoke out, genuinely worried for our child’s safety.
"Arte, think again. For the baby’s sake..."
"Don't worry."
"How can I not worry? It’s our child!"
"If your stamina is the problem, I'll just tire you out first."
"What do you mean... Ugh?!"
Before I knew it, her hands started stroking me.
I groaned, her touch driving me crazy.
Arte, now comfortably sitting by my waist, began to pleasure me.
"Arte... Wait... Oh god..."
"It's okay. That's what I'm doing this for."
"Ugh..."
Thick, white fluid spurted from me, staining her hand and the bed sheets.
Arte looked at the mess with fascination.
"Wow, that’s a lot. You really were pent up."
"...."
"What’s wrong?"
I felt a deep sense of defeat.
There were plenty of excuses I could make.
I was too aroused, Arte’s technique was too good, or I had been holding back for months.
But none of that changed the fact.
I had come too quickly.
Just from her hand.
"Are you upset about that?"
"I want to die..."
Saying it was just one round wouldn’t help.
My male pride felt shattered.
Seeing me deflate after climaxing, Arte quickly realized why I felt bad.
"...Oh no, what should I do?"
She seemed desperate to comfort me.
But no amount of comfort would make me feel better.
Even if Arte didn’t tease me about it, I felt humiliated.
Trying to make up for it, Arte hesitantly asked me,
"Um... Do you want to touch my breasts?"
"...Yes."
That cheered me up.
Maybe it’s okay.
This could happen to anyone.
Usually, I last much longer.
This was just an accident.
Proving I wasn’t wrong, Arte started stroking me again.
This time, I didn’t climax quickly.
"How does it feel?"
"...Good. You’re really good."
I sighed softly.
Arte showed no sign of stopping.
I was getting aroused again.
Fine, I’ll go along with her plan.
I didn’t want to stop without having sex.
So I decided to enjoy Arte’s touch for a while.
But I didn’t want to just touch her breasts to feel better.
I didn’t want to be the only one enjoying this.
I burrowed into her embrace.
"Eek?! Why so suddenly... Ah!"
"Suck, slurp. Hmm, no milk."
"Of course not! I’m pregnant but haven’t given birth yet!"
"Aw, I thought there’d be some."
Arte looked at me in disbelief.
But I ignored her and kept sucking.
"Ugh... No matter how much you try, no milk will come out..."
"Think of it as practice. Before you feed the baby."
"What does that... Ah!"
"I can’t steal my daughter’s food... but you’re mine. I should enjoy it first."
"It won’t taste good..."
"No, it’s delicious."
Looking at Arte’s blushing face and her soft breasts from below, nothing could taste better.
We spent a long time pleasuring each other that night.