Feeling a slow, warm touch against her skin, Pudding, who had been asleep for several hours, began to stir.
"Mhghh…"
Her sleepy eyes fluttered open lazily, only to find another pair of eyes watching her. It was Zechs. He rested his head on one hand while gently caressing her cheek.
When he noticed she was waking up, he smiled softly. "Morning, Pudding-chan. Did you sleep well?"
"Zechs-sama?" she murmured groggily. Then, blinking in confusion, she asked, "Ehhh? Why are you here?"
Her reaction amused him. A playful smile tugged at his lips as his hand slid from her cheek down along her neck, moving past the soft curve of her chest before coming to rest on her stomach.
"Fufu… do I really need to answer that question?" he said, lightly caressing her toned stomach.
"I… I…" she stammered. Her face slowly turned red as she became aware of his hand on her bare skin. A moment later, realization dawned on her.
She was naked.
When she focused properly and confirmed it, her face flushed even deeper.
"W-why am I…?" she asked, flustered.
"Don't you remember what happened between us before you fell asleep?" he asked with a meaningful smile. His hand continued to caress her stomach for a moment before sliding upward again toward the soft swell of her breasts.
"What happened betwee—" she began, still confused.
Then her eyes suddenly widened.
At that very moment, the memories of everything that had happened between them rushed back into her mind.
"This… I… we…" she stammered, heat spreading rapidly across her face as embarrassment overwhelmed her. "We… did we really…?"
"We sure did," he replied with a chuckle. Then he added teasingly, "Congratulations, Pudding-chan. You're no longer just a girl; you've graduated into a woman. There's even proof of it right beneath you."
"D-don't say that…!" she protested.
Flustered beyond words, she quickly buried her face beneath the crudely made blanket, her cheeks burning bright red as panic raced through her thoughts, 'Oh god… oh god… oh god…' she screamed inwardly. 'It wasn't just another wet dream… I… with Zechs-sama… really… d-did… a-all that… Oh… I…'
She even remembered how she had presented herself to him like a 'dinner,' how he had 'eaten' her, and how she had shamelessly begged for her master's cock to be put inside her needy pussy. The more the memories surfaced, the more embarrassed she became, her body trembling and squirming beneath the blanket.
'How could I have been so… so… shameless?!' she scolded herself internally, mortified by the way she had behaved.
Pudding's squirming reaction only amused Zechs even more, drawing soft chuckles from him.
"Fufufu…"
When she heard him laugh, Pudding peeked at him through her third eye and asked with an aggrieved expression, "W-why are you laughing?!"
"It's because of you," he replied with another quiet chuckle. "My Pudding-chan looks incredibly cute acting all embarrassed like that."
She immediately puffed up in protest. Turning toward him, she raised a small fist and glared at him with an indignant pout. "D-don't laugh!!! Okay…?"
But her indignant pout and threatening glare only made him laugh even harder.
"Bwahahaha… really… adorable!"
His laughter made her even more flustered. "I… I won't talk to you anymore… humph!" she huffed, turning her head to the side with an annoyed snort.
"Alright, alright… fine… I'll stop laughing," he said at last, relenting as he pulled her toward him.
"N-no… wait…" she tried to protest, but she had no strength to resist. He easily drew her close and wrapped his arms around her.
"Hiss!" she gasped, groaning softly in pain.
"Are you okay?" Zechs asked gently, stroking her small, trembling back.
"How could I be okay?" she complained with a pout. "I'm sore all over… everything hurts…"
The memory of the night before flashed through her mind again as she recalled how relentless Zechs had been, pounding into her without mercy. Even when she had begged him to slow down, he hadn't stopped, continuing to drive his hips forward again and again, ramming each time into her cervix.
And now… this was the result.
"Wooo… Zechs-sama… y-you're a beast… a complete beast…!" she accused, her eyes watering slightly from the lingering soreness.
"Fufu…" he rubbed his nose, accepting the remark with a satisfied smile.
"I'm not complimenting you…!" Pudding protested, even more annoyed.
Here she was, aching all over and feeling miserable, yet he didn't seem the least bit guilty. If anything, he seemed to take her complaint as praise.
So shameless.
Zechs gently rubbed her back and leaned closer, whispering into her ear, "But… as I recall, Pudding-chan… from the sounds you were making last night… you seemed to enjoy it quite a lot. Not to mention… you were the one who begged me first."
"Uh…" She was left speechless, unsure how to respond because what he said was true. Even though her whole body ached now and she felt sore everywhere, the night before… she had truly enjoyed it. Despite begging him to slow down, she had been swept up in the pleasure.
The memory made her flush even deeper. She buried her face against his chest.
"Don't say it…" she muttered in embarrassment.
"Really… are you sure?" Zechs continued to plan to tease her… which made her pout and part her lips as she clenched her teeth, chomp!
Suddenly, he hissed in pain. "Pudding-chan… you… hiss… are you a dog?"
"Humph!" she snorted, pulling her mouth away from him.
A fresh bite mark was clearly visible where she had sunk her teeth into his skin. "This is revenge," she declared.
"Revenge? Now you've done it, Pudding-chan…" he said with a grin, raising both hands as he looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Realizing his intention, Pudding trembled, "N-no… Yamete kudasai, Zechs-samaaaaa…!"
Unfortunately for her, no one came to her rescue.
"Ahahaha… ahahaha… stooop… stoooppp… it's too much… my stomach hurts from laughing… stooop…"
That's right—he had begun mercilessly tickling her, and she couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably from being tickled all over by him, "Ahahahaha… hiss… It's hurting… ahahahahhaaaa… Wooo… Zechs-sama… you are bullying meeee…!!!"
After a while, Zechs finally stopped tickling her, and Pudding was able to calm down. She lay lazily beside him, one of her naked legs draped over his while her chest rested against him. One of her breasts was pressed against his torso, and her head settled comfortably on his shoulder.
For many women, physical closeness and emotional closeness after sex are important, especially for someone like Pudding, who was lonely and also carried a deep insecurity in her heart.
Zechs, having spent years wooing countless women, understood this well. He had no intention of neglecting it. The last thing he wanted was for Pudding to feel used and discarded.
After all, he intended to keep her close for a long time… and the thought of throwing her away had never crossed his mind.
Lying lazily beside him, she traced small circles on his chest with her finger, as if lost in thought.
Zechs knew that when a woman fell silent and started drawing circles like that, it usually meant she was thinking about something troublesome.
From the way Pudding behaved, he could tell that something complicated was on her mind. Every now and then, she would part her lips as if she wanted to say something… only to hesitate and fall silent again, returning to tracing idle circles on his chest.
Her hesitation made him slightly uneasy. 'She's not suddenly going to ask if she was a caterpillar or something… right?'
Even though he felt uneasy about it, he knew he had to ask. Whatever it was, the question clearly weighed on her mind.
"Pudding-chan… what are you thinking about?" he asked gently.
She hesitated for a moment before answering, "N-nothing…"
Whenever a woman said nothing, it almost always meant there was something. That was practically rule number one. Zechs looked down at her. "You don't have to hesitate like that in front of me," he said softly, caressing her hand, conveying to her that she can trust him
His words and actions made her tremble slightly. For a brief moment, she looked as if she might finally speak.
But then she hesitated again…
She was afraid of the answer she might receive. In the end, she swallowed the question that had been lingering on her lips and shook her head, "It's nothing…"
"Really…?" he asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her.
Pudding bit her lip and eventually avoided his gaze. After a moment, she spoke lightly, "I-it's just that… I'm sore… a-and… I also feel itchy and sticky… a-and uncomfortable… It's because you… You came not only inside me… but on my body so many times as well… uhh… I think… I want a bath…"
Sigh…
Zechs let out a soft breath. It was obvious that something was weighing on her mind… But, she seemed deeply uncomfortable talking about it and had clearly chosen to change the subject instead.
He didn't particularly like that she was dodging the issue, but… fine.
'I'll ask her about it later,' he thought.
For now, he decided to let it go and agreed with her suggestion. "Mm… you probably should," he said.
Pudding pouted and bit her lip, her emotions tangled and conflicted. On one hand, she felt relieved that he hadn't pressed the matter further. She had been genuinely afraid to bring it up, afraid of hearing an answer she might not want.
But at the same time… she felt a faint sense of regret.
Part of her wished he had insisted a little more. If he had continued asking, pestering her just a bit longer, she might have eventually, being helplessly in front of his domineering nature, given in and revealed the fear weighing on her heart. But… he didn't act domineering.
And that left her feeling oddly dissatisfied, 'You are all domineering normally… but now… why are you so considerate…?'
Although she knew that she was being unreasonable and contradictory, feeling both relieved and dissatisfied at the same time… it can't be helped, she is a woman!
'Forget it…'
With a quiet sigh, she slowly pushed herself up despite the soreness still lingering in her body.
"I'll go… take a bath…" she murmured, feeling that it was better to be alone to try to sort her emotions on her own.
With that, she tried to get up. The moment she did, a groan of pain escaped her lips. Even so, she forced herself upright, holding onto the bed for support as she began to walk.
However, her posture was awkward and slightly crooked, making Zechs chuckle softly in pride. "Fufu…"
His woman in such a posture after the night they spent is certainly something to be proud of.
Hearing his laughter, Pudding, however, shot him a silent glare. The way she was walking was clearly his fault. After all, the soreness and discomfort came directly from his beastly actions the night before.
And yet the shameless man was laughing. "Humph!" she huffed in annoyance.
Seeing her reaction, Zechs blinked for a moment before suddenly speaking, "Wait a minute. I'll help you."
Before she could protest, he stood up from the bed and effortlessly lifted her into his arms, carrying her naked body like a princess as he began walking out of the cave.
"W-wait… wait… Zechs-sama… I-I can walk on my own…" she protested weakly, her entire face flushed.
"Ehh… you probably can't walk, not when you're this sore and weak," Zechs reminded her.
Pudding couldn't deny it. There was simply no way for her to argue against that. But even knowing that didn't make the situation any less embarrassing.
As if sensing her embarrassment, Zechs chuckled. "Don't worry. Haven't I already seen everything there is to see? What's left to hide?"
Those words only made her face heat up even more. Steam began to rise from her cheeks as she was once again reminded of just how vulnerable she had been in front of him, and of the many shameless things the two of them had done the previous night.
"Sh-shut up…" she muttered in a low voice, burying her face against his shoulder and biting lightly into his flesh.
Zechs simply smiled, paying little attention to the bite she had left in her embarrassment and frustration. Carrying her out of the cave, he passed by the panther that was dozing lightly nearby and gently set her down on a flat stone beside a bonfire.
"Wait here for a while," he said.
"Umm…" she nodded, carefully settling herself on the stone and staring into the fire.
Meanwhile, Zechs picked up the wooden bathtub resting to the side and walked toward the lake to fill it with water.
Aside from building the ship, he had also made this wooden tub specifically for Pudding. As a Devil Fruit user, it wasn't safe for her to bathe in the lake every time she wanted a wash. Beyond the usual weakness to water, there was also the danger of crocodiles and other animals lurking nearby.
Since she had been bathing alone, unwilling to show her scarred body to Zechs, she had to be especially careful and bathe while he wasn't around.
There was another reason as well. The lake water was often cold, while hot water was far more comfortable. Like most women, Pudding preferred a warm bath.
Because of that, Zechs had built this wooden bathtub for her.
For someone with enormous strength and the ability to fly, filling the bathtub took only a few seconds. Zechs quickly returned and set it down beside her. Then he picked up several heated stones from the center of the bonfire and dropped them into the tub. The water warmed rapidly from the heat the stones carried.
"Yosh… Pudding-chan, your bath is ready," he said.
"Hmm…" she hummed softly and tried to stand. He helped her into the tub.
Once she settled inside and felt the warm water against her skin, Pudding let out a long, relieved sigh. "Haaa…" After a moment, she glanced at him and said quietly, "I can take it from here."
"Alright," Zechs replied with a nod and stepped back.
In truth, he had briefly considered staying to tease her and 'help' with the bath. But knowing when to step back was important as well. She needed a little time to herself, to process everything that had happened and sort out her thoughts.
So he didn't press the matter.
Instead, he walked away, leapt lightly into the air, and landed on the back of the lazy black panther nearby. Stretching out comfortably, he lay back while chewing on a blade of grass he had picked up, quietly staring up at clouds in the sky.
If only I had a cigarette to smoke… he thought, feeling the familiar urge tug at him.
Meanwhile, Pudding felt a faint sense of loss when Zechs stepped away. A part of her wondered if she shouldn't have said anything and simply let him continue 'helping' her. But it was already too late. Asking him to come back and 'help' her bathe now would be far too embarrassing, so she kept quiet and began washing herself.
She started with her arms, then moved to her chest and breasts, carefully washing beneath them and across the rest of her upper body, cleaning up the sweat, saliva, and stickiness clinging to her skin. As she did, she noticed countless purple bite marks scattered across her skin. In fact, her entire upper body seemed almost covered in them, which made her feel a little aggrieved.
'He really bullied me too much…' she thought.
Yet at the same time, the marks brought a strange sweetness to her heart. After all, they were proof that he liked her body, proof of how much attention he had given her. That thought made her quietly happy. So despite her embarrassment, she didn't complain and simply continued washing.
After cleaning her upper body, she moved on to the lower half. As she washed herself, she gently touched her aching lower abdomen, still tender from everything that had happened. Warm white fluid slowly spilled from her swollen vagina as she rinsed herself.
She stared at it with a deeply embarrassed expression and couldn't stop the thoughts that surfaced in her mind. 'His semen had been in my vagina… what if I—'
She bit her lower lip. After hesitating for a long moment, she finally gathered the courage to call out softly, "Zechs-sama…"
Zechs, who was lying lazily on the soft fur of the panther while chewing on a blade of grass, glanced over at her, "Hm?"
"What if I… what if I were to get pregnant?" she asked quietly.
The thought had begun to weigh heavily on her mind. Pregnancy was a frightening and confusing possibility, and until now, she had never truly considered it. But after having sex without protection, the possibility was suddenly very real.
In this world, although she is very young, her age is actually neither too young nor too old for pregnancy. It wasn't uncommon for women her age to already have one or even two children. That part didn't trouble her.
What troubled her was the child itself.
She had grown up without a father. She didn't even know what it felt like to have one. In her case, her mother had cast her father aside, and because of that, she had never learned who he was or had the chance to meet him.
She didn't want her own child to grow up the same way.
If she became pregnant, she wanted the child to have a father who cared for them… someone who would stay.
But would Zechs be willing to take responsibility?
And what if he wasn't?
What if he had no interest in having a child… and simply abandoned her?
From his logbook, she had read about the many women he had been involved with over the years, and she could tell that he seemed exactly like the kind of man who would leave a woman behind without hesitation.
What if he did the same to her?
What if he abandoned her, too?
What would she do then? What would she and her child do?
Fear crept into her chest as her thoughts spiraled, growing darker and more uncertain with each passing moment.
What if her child inherited her cursed third eye?
Would the child also be forced to hide it from the world… to endure the same hatred and fear she had faced all her life?
The thoughts brought tears to the corners of her eyes, and her body began to tremble, 'No… no… I don't want that…'
Just then, a pair of arms wrapped gently around her, and a quiet voice whispered into her ear, "There's no need to cry, you know…"
"Zechs-sama… I…" she clutched his hand tightly, trembling as tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm afraid…"
All the fear and confusion she had been holding back finally burst free like a broken dam, and she began to cry.
"Wwooooooo….!!!"
"Shh… aren't I here?" he murmured softly, clearly not expecting her to break down like this. "What reason do you have to cry?"
"Zechs-sama… you… you won't abandon me, right?" she asked, her voice trembling as she sobbed quietly.
"Is that even something you need to ask?" he replied, wiping her tears. As he spoke, he also stepped into the bathtub and gently pulled her into his lap. "Come on… let me help you wash."
"Umm…" she murmured.
She didn't resist at all. Instead, she leaned into him and hugged him tightly, pressing her body against his while wrapping her arms around his neck, as if afraid he might disappear if she didn't hold on.
Zechs gave a slightly helpless smile but said nothing as he began washing her.
Of course, his wandering hands occasionally lingered a little too long in certain places.
"H-hey… w-where are you touching…?"
Although Pudding complained, she didn't truly resist. She simply bit her lip and let him do as he pleased, pressing herself against him and burying her face against his shoulder, containing the moans that'd occasionally leak out of her lips.
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A while later…
"Y-you… you want me to wear this?" Pudding asked, staring at the change of clothes Zechs had handed her after the bathe.
They weren't her usual maid uniform. Instead, the outfit consisted of a tiger-print bikini and a simple loincloth, more like something a cavewoman might wear which is strangely accurate for their current situation of being a caveman and a cavewoman. The problem is that the pieces barely covered anything beyond her chest and core, making the outfit feel incredibly revealing and embarrassing to her who is not used to exposing her skin like this.
Zechs simply grinned at her, his expression full of expectation. "Yes… wear them."
"P-pervert!" she huffed indignantly.
Yet despite her protest, she still took the clothes. Flustered and embarrassed, she changed into the revealing outfit anyway, even though it made her feel deeply self-conscious.
"Yep… they look very good on you," Zechs whistled, clearly pleased by the outfit.
"O-only a p-pervert like you would like something like this…" she muttered, her face burning with embarrassment as she grabbed the front and back of the loincloth with both hands, holding it tightly in place to make sure it didn't slip. Since he didn't give her any bra or panties to wear underneath the clothes, she was going commando, which made the situation very dangerous. Even the slightest movement threatened to reveal more than she was comfortable with.
While she was busy struggling with her clothes, the only thing she noticed was Zechs standing there with a wide grin on his face, which only made her more annoyed.
Shaking her head helplessly, she sighed. 'Whatever… it's not like I really have anything to hide from him…' With that thought, she stopped trying to cover herself and simply changed the subject.
"Anyway, Zechs-sama… you must be hungry, right?"
Her question successfully diverted his attention. "Yeah…" he replied.
He hadn't eaten anything since the previous afternoon. Although lust and intimacy could also sustain him in a way, indulging in that would drain Pudding, so he had refrained from doing it recently. As a result, he was genuinely hungry.
"Then… let me prepare something for you," Pudding said. As for her own meal… uhm… it'll probably be white yogurt later… 'Umm… first… let's make sure Zechs-sama's hunger is satiated…'
"Hmm…" he hummed, offering her some help and making the process easier for her, since she was still having some difficulty moving around comfortably.
Before long, the food was ready. Pudding had also prepared a portion for the panther, which the oversized black cat quickly finished before lying down lazily nearby.
After he finished eating, the two of them climbed back onto the panther's soft, furry back to rest. Zechs lay down first, while Pudding settled comfortably on top of him.
While lying on top of him, Pudding looked at his face and brought up the question from earlier again.
"Zechs-sama… what if I… really get pregnant?"
She wasn't opposed to bearing his child… but she still needed reassurance.
"Pregnant, huh?" Zechs murmured as he gently caressed her back. After a moment, he sighed. "The possibility is very low."
"Very low? What do you mean?" Pudding asked with a slight frown.
It wasn't her ovulation period at the moment, but now that they had sex, it was obvious they would continue doing so in the future. Without any form of contraception, pregnancy would normally be very likely sooner or later.
So how could he say the chances were very low? In her opinion, it's only a matter of time!
"My Incubus tribe… we have very low fertility," he replied before explaining further.
An Incubus could live for countless years without physically aging. There was no ticking biological clock that limited their sexual life to only a few decades. Combined with how easily an Incubus could attract women and the fact that there was virtually no limit to how often they could have sex, there had to be some natural restriction preventing their race from spreading uncontrollably across the world.
This was nature's way of maintaining balance.
Or rather, it could be said that an Incubus's biology simply wasn't in a hurry to produce offspring. For their kind, having a child was more of a burden than a necessity. As a result, their race had gradually adapted to have an extremely low fertility rate.
"So… you mean… the chance of you having a child is really that low?" Pudding asked, her voice trembling.
Now she didn't know whether she should feel relieved or disappointed.
Didn't that mean she might never be able to have his child?
Although the idea of getting pregnant so suddenly frightened her, that didn't mean she didn't want to bear his child someday. She did, but she preferred it to happen later, after she had grown a little older and was more prepared for it. And now he was telling her that she might never be able to give birth to his child at all.
The thought made her chest ache.
There was something else troubling her as well.
"A-and… y-you said… that you'd never really grow old…" she continued hesitantly. "Doesn't that mean… that only… I will—"
—grow old?
How was she supposed to understand that? Would she be nothing more than a fleeting moment in the span of his long life, just a brief chapter in the thousands of years he might live? And if she couldn't even leave behind a child for him, then what would remain of her at all?
At some point… would he simply forget about her?
The thought filled her with a strange mixture of reluctance, fear, and uncertainty.
"I… I…" she faltered, unable to find the words to finish what she wanted to say.
Seeing the confusion and reluctance on her face, Zechs smiled and instinctively raised his hand to flick her forehead, then stopped. Wait… that won't work… there's an eye there. A forehead flick clearly wasn't an option with Pudding.
So instead, he reached out and squeezed her cheek.
"What are you getting so worked up about?" he said lightly. Before she could even begin explaining what was bothering her, he continued, "Don't worry, there's a way to ensure that not only I, but the women by my side can also continue living for eternity without aging."
"Ehh… really?" Pudding stared at him in shock.
She didn't even notice the lingering sting in her cheek anymore. "There really is such a way?" she asked quickly. "Is it related to magic or something?"
After all, he could summon her from the future into the past, and he himself could live for thousands of years without aging. If those things were possible, then perhaps it wasn't impossible for him to ensure that the women beside him could live just as long as he did.
"Magic?" Zechs murmured, thinking it over.
Well… in that regard, there might be some racial trait that could grant his women extended lifespans.
Whether such a trait actually existed or not, he wasn't entirely sure. He doesn't have one at the moment… but perhaps he can awaken one in the future…
'There ought to be one such trait, right?' he wondered briefly.
But he didn't dwell on it too much. Even if there wasn't such a trait, he didn't care since he had another way to ensure their long lifespan for his women, and simply replied, "It's not magic. It's more related to science… well, alchemy would probably be the more accurate field to describe that thing. Either way, there is a method. So don't worry about it. Now that you're mine, you'll remain mine forever. Even time won't change that. Understand?"
His words sounded domineering and somewhat unbelievable, yet hearing them filled Pudding with a deep warmth. Her heart felt both sweet and strangely heated as she nodded.
"Okay… I understand. Zechs-sama is such a beast that he doesn't want to let me go at all, not now, not even a thousand years later."
She deliberately twisted his words, teasing him lightly.
"Fufu… Pudding-chan," Zechs said, narrowing his eyes. "Aren't you taunting me a little too much lately?"
Pudding's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a flicker of nervousness. Still, she gritted her teeth and refused to show any weakness to this big, bad pervert.
"Isn't it true?" she shot back. "You are a pervert and a beast. Just look at what you've done to me. I'm sore all over, and you're still making me wear these… these… skimpy clothes. Only a pervert would do something like that! Humph! Pervert! Hentai! Beast!"
Zechs' lips twitched before slowly curling into a dangerous smile. "I'll show you what a perverted beast really is…"
Pudding immediately panicked. "N-no, wait… I'm sore… I'm still hurting… not today…"
"Fufu… a perverted beast doesn't listen to a woman's begging," he laughed.
Ignoring her protests, he lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the cave despite her weak resistance and nervous complaints.
Once Zechs and Pudding disappeared inside, the panther finally let out a long breath of relief.
"Fuuhh…"
The poor animal had genuinely been worried that something troublesome might happen on its back. Fortunately, nothing like that had occurred.
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