Everything that happened from midnight to sunrise felt like a hazy dream to Jess.
She remembered how Jeff had taken her to bed after giving her an engagement ring—how he had relentlessly and mercilessly ravished her, making her experience a kind of sex she could never forget and would always crave.
From there, her memories were vague. She couldn't even recall the positions they did it in. All she remembered was moaning—or rather, howling—in pleasure, the overwhelming waves of stimulation, and the satisfying sensation as she slowly lost consciousness.
And now, as she lay beside Jeff, cuddling him, her mind wrestled with whether or not to devour the erect rod bulging beneath the sheets covering their bodies.
"We did it from midnight to sunrise with only a few hours of rest. Just how much stamina do you have to be this hard again, Jeff?" she whispered, hugging him tighter and pressing her body against his to savor his warmth.
In Jeff's defense, though still sound asleep, it wasn't as if he had unlimited stamina. In truth, by the time Jess had lost consciousness at sunrise, he too had been completely spent and collapsed beside her.
His rod had only managed to regain its vitality—erect once more as if sensing Jess was near—because they had slept from sunrise until noon.
While Jeff remained asleep, Jess sat up on the bed beside him, trying to distract herself from the urge to devour him and his rod.
With her arms wrapped around her knees, Jess stared out at the ocean through the large glass wall of their room, thinking about everything she still couldn't believe had happened over the past few days.
Jeff—her childhood friend, her fake twin and best friend, the man she loved even though she saw him as her brother—had finally come back to her after ignoring her for four years. Just when she had started considering drastic measures to get his attention.
And even more unbelievably, he had proposed to her—though in her words, "a bit half-assed." Still, he was giving her the attention she had longed for.
Maybe she is scared that it might all suddenly vanish, like a dream, and that he'll start ignoring her again—especially now that she has given him her body.
But all she has to do now is never let him get away again. Not when he's finally back by her side.
Jeff is hers and hers alone, and she will beat up anyone who tries to steal him away.
Still, that didn't mean she'd make things easy for him. He needed to make up for ignoring her for the past four years—or maybe suffer a little first.
After all, biting Jeff until he bled had turned out to be a massive turn-on for Jess. The taste of his blood had made her incredibly aroused.
With that thought, Jess slowly turned toward Jeff, and the sight of his exposed neck was now more tempting than his bulging rod.
She leaned down, sniffing his masculine scent, then opened her mouth, ready to sink her teeth into the base of his neck for just a tiny, winy taste.
But before her fangs could sink in, her smartphone—lying somewhere on the bed—started ringing and vibrating.
Not wanting to wake Jeff up, Jess quickly searched for it to silence the phone. But when she found it and saw the message, her heart dropped.
It was from her mom.
Sitting back beside Jeff, Jess read the message, and a chilling realization trembled through her body—not from excitement, but from sheer fear—as she dropped the phone.
[Mom: How come you haven't messaged me since your vacation started? Are you and Jeff doing okay, Jess? Remember, no matter what Jeff says, don't let him do it without protection… No, wait, I should be telling that to Jeff. No matter what you say, he should use protection. Anyway, don't forget to take a lot of pictures and show them to me, my sweet girl.]
As Jess finished reading, she suddenly remembered what she had forgotten to buy at the convenience store the day before, when they stopped to get lunch.
Condoms.
She had completely forgotten to buy condoms for Jeff to use.
And what made things worse—far worse—was the fact that she had let Jeff finish inside her. Not just once, but... she didn't even bother to count. Every single time he climaxed.
In fact, Jess could still feel her womb filled with his cum.
The scent of it, the thickness of it—she remembered how he'd filled her mouth and made her swallow it. With how potent it was, Jess was sure that the amount of Jeff's seed inside her could easily get her pregnant.
Of course, she wanted to bear his child, to give birth to their children. But not now.
She still had dreams—graduating from college, working in the fashion industry like her mom. More than that, she wanted to be independent, to start working as soon as possible so her mom wouldn't have to look after her anymore. She wanted to return the favor for all her mom had done after her dad passed away.
But now, if she really was pregnant, she'd have to rely on her mom again—not just for herself, but for the baby too.
Overwhelmed by anxiety and confusion, Jess began to cry.
As if sensing something was wrong with the girl he loves—or perhaps simply recognizing the sound of her tears in his sleep—Jeff finally woke up and sat beside her
Unaware of the reason behind her crying, Jeff's first thought was that Jess regretted everything they had done.
But that didn't match how she had reacted to his proposal—or how she had willingly offered herself without reverting to her pervert side.
Trying to stay calm, Jeff scanned their surroundings for a clue. That's when he spotted the phone lying beside Jess.
One glance at the screen, and he immediately understood why she was crying.
He pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered gently, trying to calm her down.
"Don't worry, Jess. Of course I'm going to take responsibility. You can still go back to college after giving birth. We'll raise our child together and be good parents—just like our own. You don't have to be afraid. Everything will be okay, Jess."
Hearing his words and feeling the warmth of his ever-comforting embrace, Jess slowly began to calm down. Her tears gradually stopped as she realized something:
Jeff will be there for her.
It won't be just her and her mom anymore. There will be Jeff's family too—his mom, his dad, his brothers—all of whom treated her like family.
And with their child, Jeff will never leave her alone again. The three of them will finally become the family she has always dreamed of.
Realizing this, Jess's tears of sorrow were slowly replaced with tears of overwhelming joy. However—
"But all of that's for our future… a few years from now," Jeff added, smiling gently.
Jess's tears stopped instantly. She looked up at him, confused.
The questioning look on her tear-stained face prompted Jeff to explain further.
"Because I'm 100% sure you're not pregnant yet, Jess."
Jeff's confident declaration came from the reward he had received after completing Quest 8 of the Returner Fantasy System—specifically from taking Jess's virginity.
The "Perfect Compatibility" function didn't just mean they had great physical chemistry. It allowed both Jeff and Jess to consciously control conception.
In simple terms: Jess couldn't get pregnant, no matter how much he came inside her, unless both of them wanted it.
It was a 50/50 consent-based system.
And during the whole time they were making love, Jeff hadn't been thinking about making a baby.
He wasn't sure about Jess's intentions at the time, but since the system hadn't shown any warning or alert, he assumed they were safe.
Still, Jeff knew he couldn't explain all that to Jess—not yet. He needed to come up with a more believable reason.
Or maybe, he just couldn't say anything else at the moment. Because—
"You fucking bastard!"
—BAM!—
Jess landed a clean uppercut that knocked him out cold.
Why? Because Jeff had crushed her fantasy of starting a family with him by casually saying she wasn't pregnant.
Whether she believed it or not didn't matter. She didn't care.
She just wanted to punch him.
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Their vacation trip ended with them nearly missing the departure of their service bus. After all, it took a while for Jeff to wake up and recover from being knocked out.
Despite everything, it had been a very enjoyable trip for both of them in many ways.
Their only regret was not having enough time to play on the beach. But spring and summer were long, and they could always return—just the two of them or with friends.
After a three-hour ride, they returned to Central City just before sunset.
The moment Jess got off the bus, she stormed off with her bag and suitcase, still angry at Jeff. He quickly caught up and grabbed her hand to stop her from walking in the wrong direction.
"What do you think you're doing, bastard?" she snapped, glaring at him with a look that threatened another knockout punch.
"You're going the wrong way home, Jess."
Jess assumed Jeff was inviting her to stay at his place again, which she didn't mind. After all, it would be awkward to face her mom alone after everything they had done during the trip.
But she was wrong.
Because when they arrived at Jeff's home, a moving truck was parked in front. Jess's mother was talking with the movers, and they were unloading their belongings from her apartment.
"What's the meaning of this, Jeff?"
To answer her confusion, Jeff embraced her from behind and whispered into her ear:
"From today onwards, until we go back to college, we'll be living together, Jess."