Chapter 366 – "Within the Same Body, Bound by the Same Pleasure"
The moonlight filtered in gently through the window of their quiet bedroom.
Alex was asleep beside her — peaceful, breathing slow and steady, one hand draped protectively over Mira's glowing belly.
Mira lay awake, smiling faintly. Her heart still fluttered with joy, her body now soft, warm, and complete.
But inside—
She could feel her.
"Mary?"
There was a long silence.
Then…
"…You're finally done…?"
The voice that answered her was tired. Breathless. Still dazed.
Mira chuckled.
"You make it sound like I ran a war."
"You did. A war of lust. And I was the battlefield."
"That's dramatic even for you."
Mary didn't answer right away. Mira could feel her soul curled deep inside — dazed, pulsing, fragile.
"…Mira."
"…I lost count. Of how many times."
"You mean the orgasms?"
"…Yes."
"I thought maybe… I'd just stop feeling them eventually. But I didn't."
"I passed out so many times."
"And every time I woke up, he was still inside you. Still moving. Still…"
Her voice broke into a whimper.
"…Still making us come."
Mira softened, placing a hand over her heart.
"I know."
"I felt them too. Yours and mine. We weren't separate."
"Every time you screamed or cried or melted—I knew."
Mary's voice shook.
"Sometimes I wanted to crawl out of my own soul. I wanted to run. Hide. Just stop."
"But I couldn't."
"I just kept coming. Again. And again. And again."
Mira smiled gently.
"You poor thing."
"But you stayed."
"Even when it hurt. Even when it was too much."
Mary's voice softened.
"I didn't want to leave him."
"Even when I begged you to stop, I didn't really want it to stop."
"It was just… overwhelming."
"I know," Mira whispered.
"But part of you… loved it."
There was a pause.
Then Mary answered, quietly.
"…Yes."
"…I loved him."
"Even when I was unconscious, even when I couldn't breathe, even when I didn't know what day or year it was… I loved being filled by him. Feeling him. Knowing he never stopped."
She laughed, tired and sweet.
"It was the most intense thing I've ever lived through… and I didn't even get to move."
Mira chuckled.
"I'll let you take control sometime soon. You deserve it."
Mary didn't respond for a moment.
Then, shyly—
"…Not yet."
"I want to stay like this a little longer."
"Warm."
"Carried."
"Loved."
Mira smiled, eyes shining.
"We both are."
"And now…"
She looked down at her belly, glowing softly with the symbol of new life.
"So is she."
Morning light trickled through the curtains, casting soft golden ribbons across the floor.
Mira stood in the center of the common room, barefoot and radiant, wrapped in a silk robe that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her belly glowed faintly beneath the fabric — not large yet, but pulsing with that same unmistakable aura.
The women had gathered again.
Ciel, Morgan, Hanabi, Airi, Reyne, Amaterasu, Mary's dormant presence… all eyes were on her.
And Mira?
She was glowing.
Not just from magic.
But from pride.
She placed her hand gently above her womb, then raised the other.
A soft pink shimmer trailed from her fingertips — gathering, curling — until it formed a bat-winged heart, hovering in the air just in front of her.
But this time, the heart wasn't empty.
At its center, wrapped in faint golden threads, was the outline of a baby — curled like a star sleeping in a cradle.
It moved slightly.
Just a tiny contraction.
Just a gentle twitch.
But it was enough to silence the entire room.
"She's real," Mira whispered, smiling as the floating heart rotated slowly for all to see.
"She's alive."
There was a long pause — reverent, breathless.
Then Hanabi asked softly, "How long until she's born?"
Mira smiled knowingly.
"I don't know."
She turned toward them all, voice gentle but proud.
"Succubus pregnancies… are not short. Especially not when the mate is overwhelmingly powerful."
Her gaze flicked to Alex, who stood beside her, silent but warm.
"In our race, gestation varies. Some bear children in a year… some in ten… some not for hundreds."
Morgan blinked. "Hundreds?"
Mira nodded calmly.
"We are tied to emotion. To spiritual maturity. To desire and magic in equal parts."
She looked down at her belly again, the glow from the hovering symbol casting gentle light across her skin.
"And this one was conceived through sixteen years of love beyond time. She's not just a baby. She's a soul of eternity."
Ciel stepped forward, her golden eyes soft.
"She will be powerful," she said quietly.
Mira smiled, brushing her fingers through the heart symbol once before letting it dissolve gently into sparkles.
"I'll carry her as long as she needs."
Her voice became tender.
"And I will love her… for longer still."
The glow from the dissolved symbol lingered in the air like a dream.
Mira exhaled softly, her smile never fading.
Then, closing her eyes—
She let go.
Her body shimmered.
Her hair shifted in hue and texture — a little shorter now, softer. Her curves refined just slightly. Her expression changed from sultry confidence to gentle shyness.
The woman who opened her eyes was Mary.
She blinked slowly.
Her face flushed.
Her breath hitched.
She looked down — at the smooth, pale skin of her stomach… and at the glowing bat-winged heart just above her womanhood, still pulsing softly.
Inside it, the faint outline of the baby remained.
Contracting gently.
Sleeping.
Real.
Mary's hand trembled as she reached down, two fingers brushing the edge of the glowing symbol.
A warmth met her fingertips — not heat, not magic.
Something alive.
Something hers.
Her lips parted.
And inside her mind, Mira spoke softly.
"That's our child, Mary."
"Yours… and mine."
Mary didn't speak aloud.
She couldn't.
The emotions rose too quickly, too much. Her vision blurred.
She felt it.
"You felt it all," Mira whispered gently. "You were there for every breath. Every release. Every cry."
"This baby came from both of us."
"So love her."
"As much as I do."
Mary's throat trembled. She nodded slowly, still tracing the edge of the glowing heart with reverent fingers.
Then Mira's voice changed just slightly — firmer, playful, and proud.
"…But when she's ready to be born—"
"I'm the one who's pushing her out."
Mary froze.
Then gave a small, choked laugh.
"…Of course you are."
She lowered herself slowly into the bed, both hands now resting on her softly glowing belly.
And in her heart, Mary whispered:
"Hello, little one…"
"I promise I'll be the best mother I can be."
"We both will."
Chapter 367 – "Welcome to the Circle"
The door creaked open softly.
Mary stepped into the sunlit common room, carefully adjusting the oversized robe Mira had left for her. It slipped slightly off her shoulder, revealing the soft glow still pulsing above her lower belly — the radiant pink bat-winged heart that now cradled the sign of life inside her.
She tugged the fabric up shyly, cheeks pink.
All eyes turned to her.
Ciel was the first to smile — serene and motherly, as always.
"Oh? Is that Mary I see this morning?"
Mary blinked and gave a tiny nod. "Y-Yes… Mira said I should stretch my legs a little…"
Reyne smirked. "So, did you sleep well? Or, you know… pass out again?"
Mary's entire face went red.
"I-I'm not answering that…"
Hanabi stifled a giggle. "You don't have to. Your walk answers for you."
Morgan tilted her head, arms crossed. "So this is the shy nun who was moaning inside Mira for sixteen years?"
"Morgan!" Mary squeaked, covering her face.
Airi chuckled and gently pulled Mary into a hug, patting her back.
"Welcome back," she whispered. "And congratulations."
Mary blinked. "H-Huh?"
Amaterasu, reclining in divine ease near the window, offered a knowing smile.
"You're a mother now," she said. "You endured. You loved. You felt. That makes you part of the circle."
Ciel approached gently, placing her hand over Mary's still-glowing belly.
"She's sleeping now," Ciel murmured. "Peacefully. Warmly. And I think she already knows you."
Mary looked down, eyes wide.
"She… does?"
Reyne poked Mary's side with a grin. "Of course she does. She lived inside you too."
Hanabi leaned in, tail flicking mischievously.
"She heard all the noises you made."
"I-I didn't mean to—!"
Morgan smirked. "Sure you didn't."
Mary pouted, hiding her face in her hands, glowing from head to toe.
And yet—
She smiled.
Because in that moment, surrounded by warmth and teasing, she didn't feel like the shy, secondary voice trapped in a body.
She felt like a mother.
Loved.
Accepted.
And part of something beautiful.
Just moments after the teasing laughter faded and Mary had been thoroughly welcomed, a subtle shimmer passed over her body.
Her posture straightened.
Her expression shifted.
Her eyes narrowed — no longer wide with shyness, but gleaming with mischief.
Her lips curled into a slow, sultry smile.
"Ah," she said, stretching her arms above her head like a cat waking from a nap, "that was nice."
Ciel blinked. "...Mira?"
Mira gave a playful wink. "She needed the attention. But I've taken the wheel again."
Alex stepped into the room just then, rubbing his eyes and looking half-dreaming still.
"You're up…" he murmured.
Mira grinned at him.
Then, slowly, gracefully, she walked up to him, hands trailing along his shirt before stopping at his waist.
"I'm hungry," she said sweetly.
He blinked, confused. "You just came from breakfast—"
With no warning, she tugged his pants down with a firm and practiced pull.
He froze.
"Mira—?!"
"I wasn't talking about food," she purred.
The other women coughed and turned away with varying degrees of surprise, amusement, or resigned sighs.
Hanabi smacked her forehead. "She's back."
Morgan muttered, "Of course she is."
Mira leaned close, lips brushing against Alex's ear as she whispered:
"I carried your child for sixteen years."
"I earned this."
He swallowed hard, eyes wide.
"But—uh, now? Here?"
She looked him straight in the eye.
"Now," she said.
Then smiled.
"Don't worry… it's just a little snack."
Mira didn't wait for permission.
She dropped to her knees, her hands sliding with predatory grace as she looked up at him with that unmistakable glint in her eye — hunger, amusement, and affection all woven together.
Alex flinched. "Mira—there are people—"
But she was already moving.
The others stood frozen for a heartbeat, eyes wide.
Then Ciel calmly turned away.
"Right," she said, unfazed. "I think this is our cue to leave."
Morgan sighed. "She doesn't waste time."
Hanabi grabbed Airi by the arm and pulled her toward the hallway. "Nope. Nope. Not watching that again."
Reyne smirked but followed. Even Amaterasu raised her eyebrows… then gave a quiet, knowing smile before exiting.
Mira didn't even glance at them.
Her focus was entirely on him.
On serving.
On devouring.
And Alex — flushed, stunned, breath catching in his throat — couldn't say a word.
He tried.
But the only sound that escaped him—
Was a low, trembling groan as Mira smiled against him…
And took everything he gave.
The room was quiet now.
The others had politely — or hurriedly — left, giving them space, though not without mutters of "typical Mira" echoing down the hall.
Alex stood there, still dazed, breath catching in his chest, his skin flushed.
Mira sat gracefully on her knees before him, stretching like a satisfied cat. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately.
A tiny, glistening trace of white clung to the corner of her mouth.
Without missing a beat, she ran her tongue across it with practiced ease.
Then smiled.
"Mmm~"
Her voice was like honey warmed by flame.
"Still as sweet and delicious as ever."
Alex, still catching his breath, turned bright red.
"…Mira…"
She tilted her head playfully. "What? I said I was hungry."
She rose to her feet with smooth elegance, her body glowing faintly, her belly still pulsing with the soft light of the symbol. Her confidence was radiant — the kind that only a woman truly satisfied, in every way, could carry.
She leaned in close, resting her hand on his chest.
"I might want a second helping later."
Alex gave a strained chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're unbelievable."
Mira gave him a wink.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
Later that morning, Mira rejoined the others in the garden courtyard — freshly dressed, glowing with smug satisfaction, and walking with the calm confidence of someone who had just done exactly what she wanted and had no regrets.
The rest of the women had already gathered again for tea and fruit, though there were far fewer strawberries than before. Ciel had prepared a gentle tonic to soothe Mira's body post-transition, but the moment Mira sat down and stretched, she waved it off.
"I'm fine," she said with a proud smile. "More than fine."
Hanabi raised an eyebrow. "You look like someone who just finished a ten-course meal."
Mira chuckled.
"Oh, I did."
The girls blinked.
"I had a very… nutritious breakfast."
Alex, passing by with a tray, nearly tripped.
Morgan muttered, "Here we go."
Mira rested a hand casually over her slightly glowing belly and gave the most innocent smile she could muster.
"I'm carrying a child now. I need nutrients. And you know," she said, swirling her teacup slowly, "his seed is very rich in magic and energy."
She paused for effect.
Then added with a sultry grin:
"So I plan to drink it often."
Airi choked on her tea.
Hanabi turned bright red. "Mira—! You can't just say that!"
"I can and I did," Mira replied, utterly unbothered. "It's good for the baby."
Reyne snorted. "That's not how prenatal care normally works."
Ciel, ever composed, smiled and nodded. "Actually, in rare magical pairings involving succubi and high-energy mates, absorbing bodily fluids directly can help stabilize both the mother's mana and the child's spiritual core."
Mira gave her a satisfied smirk. "See? Science."
Mary, quietly peeking out from within, whimpered mentally: "Please stop talking—"
Mira giggled inwardly. "Hush, this is good bonding time."
Alex, standing at a distance now pretending to water the plants, sighed into his sleeve.
He already knew the teasing wouldn't stop anytime soon.
And Mira?
She simply leaned back, smiling to herself, hand gently resting on the heart-symbol glowing at her womb.
The courtyard had gone quiet again.
Mira stood up slowly, eyes locked on Alex as he awkwardly busied himself pretending to adjust a row of flower pots — anything to avoid the dozen eyes watching him squirm.
She didn't care.
She never cared.
With a sway in her hips and a smirk on her lips, she crossed the garden like she was walking down a runway.
The other women knew that look.
"Uh-oh," Hanabi whispered. "She's got that face."
Reyne leaned back. "The 'I'm about to do something wildly inappropriate in broad daylight' face?"
"Exactly."
Mira stopped in front of Alex and picked up a nearby glass bottle of water from the table.
She turned it once in her hand, inspecting it casually.
Then, without a word, her other hand slid low — very low — her fingers dancing along Alex's waistband.
He jumped.
"M-Mira—!"
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
"You're about to overflow, aren't you?" she whispered. "I can feel it."
His ears turned bright red.
She held up the bottle in front of him like a proud alchemist presenting her catalyst.
"Well then," she said sweetly, "Let's collect something good for the baby, shall we?"
The other women groaned.
"Mira!" Airi gasped. "You can't just—!"
"Too late," Reyne muttered. "She's in 'research mode' now."
Alex covered his face.
Ciel, serene as ever, took a slow sip of tea and said calmly, "If she starts bottling it, we'll need a new shelf in the pantry."
Morgan crossed her arms. "I am not labeling those jars."
Mira giggled, holding the now-glowing bottle to the light, giving it a little shake — clearly pleased with herself.
"Don't worry," she said. "It's for personal use only."
The bottle clinked softly as Mira set it on the table — warm, glowing faintly, and filled to the brim.
Two full liters.
The glass shimmered, not just from light, but from the raw, magical energy suspended within the thick, pearlescent liquid.
It wasn't just Alex's essence.
It was a miracle in a bottle — potent, radiant, laced with his mana, his life force, his love.
The women stared.
Not openly, of course.
They tried not to look.
But one by one, their eyes drifted toward the bottle.
Hanabi bit her lip. "That… is a lot."
Reyne's pupils narrowed slightly, her dragon instincts flaring. "There's enough magic in there to fuel ten spell circles."
Airi whispered, "I bet it tastes…"
"Sweet," Mira said, casually swiping the bottle off the table and cradling it to her chest.
Her voice turned sing-song.
"Too bad it's not for you."
Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Is that your way of saying you're not sharing?"
Mira smiled sweetly, protectively holding the bottle with both hands.
"No sharing."
She gently patted her stomach.
"This is for her."
At that moment, the pink bat-winged heart over her womb pulsed faintly — just once, as if in approval.
Ciel tilted her head. "The baby… is aware?"
Mira nodded.
"She said so herself. This is hers. It's full of her father's love."
She hugged the bottle like a treasure chest.
"High-protein. High-magic. Perfect for prenatal development."
Reyne crossed her arms, half-growling. "I hate how much I understand that."
Amaterasu sighed behind her fan. "The more divine the seed, the more prized it becomes…"
"And I caught all of it," Mira said proudly.
The other women groaned.
Alex, still red in the face, tried to melt into the nearest shadow.
And Mira?
She sat down with her prize, her glowing womb, and the smug grin of a woman who had claimed the rarest treasure in the world—
And wasn't about to let anyone else near it.
A soft shimmer passed over her skin.
The confident smirk faded.
Her posture shifted — a slight hunch to her shoulders, a faint nervous twitch to her fingers.
Mira had stepped back.
And Mary had taken control.
She blinked, looking around the room in confusion. Then down.
To the bottle.
Still warm in her arms.
Still full.
Still glowing.
Her entire face turned bright red.
"O-Oh no…"
The other women turned to look at her — and the bottle she hadn't released.
Mary squeaked, trying to hide it behind her arms. "I-I didn't mean to—! Mira just—!"
Reyne raised an eyebrow. "She passed it off to you, huh?"
Morgan smirked. "Looks like you're the new guardian of the Holy Grail."
Hanabi giggled. "You're hugging it like a plushie."
"I-I am not!" Mary yelped, but tightened her grip slightly, cradling it like a precious heirloom.
Inside her mind, Mira's voice rang with gleeful amusement.
"You're doing great, Mary."
"Motherly instinct looks good on you."
Mary's thoughts buzzed. "You could've at least warned me!"
"Why? You look adorable blushing like that."
"Besides, the baby said it's hers, remember? You're just the delivery vessel now~"
Mary whimpered mentally, trying not to meet anyone's eyes as she sat down with the bottle still firmly in her arms.
Ciel smiled gently and walked over, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't be embarrassed," she said. "You're a mother now. Protecting what's yours is natural."
Mary blinked up at her, still red, but calmed a little by Ciel's sincerity.
"I… I guess that's true…"
Then Mira's voice whispered again.
"...And maybe drink just a little. You did help earn it."
Mary covered her face with both hands, bottle still resting safely in her lap.
The other girls couldn't help but laugh.
And so, in the quiet warmth of that room, among teasing and shared magic, Mary slowly began to smile—
Still blushing.
Still flustered.
But also quietly proud.
Chapter 368 – "A Secret for Her Alone"
Later that day, after the laughter and teasing had faded and most of the girls had gone to their own rooms, Alex sat beside Mary — now quietly curled up on a couch with the magical bottle still close.
She looked more calm now.
Peaceful.
But the symbol above her womb still glowed faintly beneath her clothes, pulsing with that rose-gold hue — quiet, alive, and beautiful.
Alex hesitated before speaking.
"…Mary," he said gently, "can I ask something?"
She turned toward him, eyes soft. "Of course."
He glanced down, not at her face, but at where the bat-winged heart glowed faintly beneath the robe.
"I… was wondering," he said carefully. "Can we… hide it?"
Mary blinked.
Then closed her eyes.
There was a shimmer.
And Mira's voice answered from inside — sultry, but with a hint of practical amusement.
"You mean the mark above her womb?"
Alex nodded. "Yes. If she's going back to the Vatican for training, I don't want anyone noticing. Especially not that."
Mira's voice hummed playfully in his mind.
"Of course I can hide it, silly."
Then, her presence surged — and for a moment, Mira took full control.
Her eyes opened with that familiar golden-pink glint.
She stood, brushed back her hair, and with a casual gesture, ran two fingers along her lower abdomen.
The heart symbol shimmered.
Then vanished.
Completely.
"See?" she said with a grin. "Invisible to all but me. Not even divine detection spells will find it — unless I want them to."
Alex blinked. "...That's amazing."
"I know."
She tapped her stomach gently.
"And if my belly starts getting bigger? I can hide that too. A simple magical illusion. No pressure on Mary. No questions from stuffy old priests."
She leaned forward and winked.
"Even if she's in control, my enchantments stay in place."
Alex let out a soft sigh of relief. "Thank you. I just… want to protect her."
Mira's smirk softened.
"And you are," she said.
Then she lowered her voice, placing his hand gently on her belly again — even though no mark could be seen.
"But someday…"
Her tone grew serious — maternal, proud.
"…We'll stop hiding."
She looked up at him.
"And the world will see what we made."
The grand marble gates of the Vatican loomed high above her.
Pure white stone.
Golden spires.
A holy silence that echoed with centuries of law and legacy.
Mary stood before them, her robe neat, her posture graceful, her steps quiet and practiced.
No one would have guessed.
Not the guards who bowed to her.
Not the nuns who offered quiet greetings.
Not the bishops who nodded politely as she passed.
No one could see the truth.
Because Mira's magic held perfectly.
The bat-winged heart symbol above her womb was gone — hidden beneath a veil of powerful, woven enchantment that shimmered just beyond the edge of divine perception. Even the sharpest holy eyes would only see calm skin and a steady aura.
But Mary felt it.
With every step.
The warmth in her belly.
The faint magical pulse of life.
The memory of Alex's hand — gentle, trembling — placed over the child growing inside her.
Mira's voice whispered lightly from within.
"Relax. No one can see anything. I reinforced the shield before you left."
Mary nodded to herself, moving silently through the cloisters.
"Thank you…" she whispered back in thought. "It's strange. Being here. Carrying something they'd never understand."
"Which is why we're keeping it secret," Mira replied, her tone protective, but not unkind. > "Until she's ready… no one gets to take this from us."
Inside, Mary smiled faintly.
She walked past murals of angels and saints — symbols of purity, sacrifice, and virtue.
And yet… the irony made her heart ache with warmth.
Because what she carried wasn't sin.
It was love.
Born not of shame, but of sixteen years of devotion.
As she passed the central altar, a senior nun placed a hand gently on Mary's shoulder.
"Welcome home, child," she said kindly.
Mary bowed her head. "Thank you, Sister. It's… good to be back."
And it was.
Even if part of her longed for the warmth of Alex's arms, Mira's laughter, and the quiet comfort of the home they'd made.
She knew she would return soon.
But for now—
She would walk these halls.
Study her texts.
Smile gently.
And carry their secret—
Their child—
Wrapped in silence and magic.
Just a little longer.
The chapel was quiet, bathed in the golden hue of afternoon light filtered through stained glass.
Mary knelt alone before the altar.
The scent of incense lingered gently in the air — sweet, calming, familiar.
Her hands folded across her lap, her head bowed low.
But her thoughts were anything but ordinary.
Not today.
Not anymore.
Her voice rose in a whisper, too soft for anyone but heaven — and the one growing inside her — to hear.
"Lord… I come before You as I always have. With devotion. With humility. With trust."
Her voice trembled slightly.
"But today… I carry more than prayer."
She brought her hands to her stomach.
There was no visible change — not yet.
But she felt the warmth beneath her skin.
The heartbeat of a new world.
"I carry life," she whispered. "Born of love. Of truth. Of everything I never dared to dream I could have."
A soft shimmer of magic pulsed faintly in her belly — unnoticed by the marble saints, unseen by the flickering candles, but real.
Mira remained quiet inside her — respectfully, gently listening.
Mary closed her eyes.
"I know they wouldn't understand," she continued. "Not yet. Maybe not ever. But You know what's in my heart."
She took a deep breath.
"Please… guide me. Not just as Your servant."
She smiled faintly, tears forming.
"But as a mother."
She bowed low, forehead gently touching the silk of her prayer shawl.
A soft peace settled around her — quiet, warm, and full of silent promise.
For the first time in her life, her prayers weren't for herself.
They were for someone else.
Someone still sleeping in light and silence, waiting to be born.
Chapter 369 – "Sixteen Years, One Question"
Alex was sitting quietly in the garden, sipping tea and enjoying a rare moment of silence. Birds chirped overhead. The sky was clear.
He should have known peace wouldn't last.
Because within moments—
They came.
One by one.
Ciel was the first, stepping into the garden like moonlight in motion.
She sat gracefully beside him, her gaze soft.
"So," she asked, without preamble, "what did it feel like, Alex?"
He blinked. "What did what feel like?"
Her lips curved into a small smile.
"Sixteen years… in that room with Mira. What was it like?"
He nearly choked on his tea.
Then Hanabi flopped down across from him with a grin. "We've all been wondering!"
Reyne crossed her arms behind her head. "Was it really nonstop? Every hour? Every day?"
Morgan raised an eyebrow from the shade of a nearby tree. "And did your mind survive? Because that's the real miracle."
Airi coughed, cheeks pink. "I… um, don't need the details. Just… an impression. A summary."
"Consider it a matter of divine record," she said sweetly. "It's only fair we know what our competition was."
Alex stared at them, completely surrounded.
He sighed, setting down his cup.
"…You really want to know?"
Every single woman nodded.
He leaned back.
"…It was warm," he said finally. "Endless. Like floating in a sea of pleasure, magic, and rhythm. I stopped thinking about time. About sleep. About anything except her."
There was a long pause.
Hanabi's ears twitched. "...That sounds kind of romantic and terrifying."
"Was there a moment you ever thought of stopping?" Ciel asked quietly.
Alex looked into his tea.
"…No."
Reyne gave a low whistle. "Damn."
Morgan muttered, "I'd call that dangerous devotion."
Amaterasu tilted her head. "Or perfect compatibility."
Alex rubbed the back of his neck. "Honestly? I didn't feel tired. Not once. It was like… I had to keep going. For her. For us. And I didn't even think about stopping until the baby was finally conceived."
Airi blinked. "That's… a lot of love."
Ciel smiled.
"That's you, isn't it?"
He glanced up.
She reached out and placed her hand over his.
"You give all of yourself. Even when no one sees it."
Alex looked around at them — every woman with a different expression: amusement, respect, curiosity, affection.
He chuckled softly.
"So… did I pass?"
Hanabi smirked. "Barely. But only because you didn't pass out."
The whole garden burst into laughter.
The laughter still lingered in the air when Morgan spoke next.
Her arms were folded, and her silver hair shimmered faintly in the breeze as she leaned one shoulder against the tree.
"You know," she said dryly, "I've seen people survive duels against gods. But sixteen years of nonstop sex? That might actually be a higher endurance feat."
Alex sighed. "Morgan…"
She smirked faintly. "Admit it. If there were rankings for it, you'd be number one."
Before he could respond, Reyne chimed in, her crimson-violet eyes gleaming.
"I think we should just say it plainly now," she declared, tossing her long hair. "Alex Elwood: strongest in battle… and strongest in bed."
She pointed a finger at his chest with mock gravity.
"I bet even dragons would tap out after five days. But you? Sixteen years. You're not a man. You're a divine stamina monster."
Alex groaned into his hands. "Please stop."
But Hanabi leaned in, grinning wide, tails swaying.
"No way, we're just getting started!" she beamed. "You didn't just break the scale—you redefined it!"
She poked his arm.
"Now I'm worried. If I get a night with you, will I even survive till morning? Or am I going to wake up three weeks later with noodles in my lap and no idea where my clothes went?"
"You're not helping," Alex muttered.
Airi, sitting nearby with her legs folded neatly beneath her, turned red.
But she looked up shyly and smiled.
"…I always knew you were special," she said softly. "But this really proves it."
She tilted her head.
"You didn't just give Mira your body. You gave her your soul. That kind of stamina… that kind of love…"
She blushed deeper.
"…It's beautiful. And terrifying."
Morgan sighed. "And let's not forget—he never even took breaks to eat or sleep."
Hanabi gasped. "Wait, really?!"
Reyne added, "His endurance stat must be illegal."
Alex buried his face in his hands. "I regret everything."
But beneath the embarrassment, he was smiling.
Because in their teasing, their awe, and their laughter—
There was love.
There was pride.
And there was a growing sense of something unspoken between them all.
Hanabi tilted her head, still clearly stuck on something.
"Wait… but hold on."
Everyone turned to her.
She raised a hand, ears twitching with genuine confusion.
"Mira… didn't eat anything for sixteen years, right? Not even a snack? How's that possible? I get hungry after two hours!"
Morgan muttered, "You get hungry during dinner."
Hanabi puffed her cheeks. "I'm being serious!"
Ciel, ever the calm fountain of wisdom, folded her hands gracefully in her lap and gave a small, knowing smile.
"Hanabi," she said gently, "do you remember what Alex's… um, essence is made of?"
Hanabi blinked.
"You mean his—?"
"Yes," Ciel nodded. "His semen."
Alex immediately covered his face again. "Oh no."
Ciel continued unfazed. "In magical terms, Alex's seed isn't just reproductive fluid. It's densely packed with mana, spiritual energy, and physical vitality."
Reyne raised an eyebrow. "So basically…"
"It's nutritional fuel," Ciel finished with a serene nod. "For someone like Mira — a succubus — it's more potent than food."
Airi gasped. "So every time he—"
Ciel nodded again. "She absorbed nutrients directly through her womb. Sustained herself. Fed the child. Restored her strength."
Hanabi's jaw dropped.
"So she wasn't just… um, doing it for love?"
Morgan smirked. "She was eating."
Reyne whistled. "So Alex was her meal plan."
Ciel added softly, "A divine-level nutritional source. Likely the reason she could sustain such intense physical and magical activity without sleep or rest."
Amaterasu gave a thoughtful nod. "So in a way, Alex became the cradle and the feast."
Alex groaned again. "Please stop calling me a feast."
Mira's voice echoed from afar through the mental link.
"Too late, darling. You're my favorite flavor."
Alex muttered into his hands, "I should've just said it was 'nice.'"
Hanabi sat back, eyes wide. "I was jealous before. Now I'm just… starving."
Everyone laughed again.
As the laughter settled again, Morgan pushed her silver hair back and gave Alex a long, unreadable look.
Then she exhaled — not annoyed, but genuinely baffled.
"…You know," she began slowly, "even Incubi and Succubi don't do it like that."
Everyone blinked.
"What do you mean?" Airi asked, turning toward her.
Morgan crossed her arms, shifting her weight lazily against the tree.
"They do have long mating cycles. Sure. Years of bonding. Ritual unions that are drawn out, sensual, and spiritually important."
She raised a silver brow.
"But they take breaks."
Hanabi's ears perked. "Wait—breaks?"
Morgan nodded flatly.
"Yes. Meals. Drinks. Naps. A few healing potions if needed. At the very least, a thirty-minute rest every few hours."
She looked at Alex again.
"You? No food. No water. No rest. Sixteen years straight."
Reyne burst out laughing. "So basically, even literal sex demons think Alex is overdoing it."
Morgan smirked. "If Incubi heard about this, they'd assume he was trying to ascend to godhood through mating alone."
Nefertiti raised an amused eyebrow. "...Can that work?"
Morgan shrugged. "We might find out."
Alex sighed, rubbing his temple. "I didn't plan it like that."
Ciel smiled gently. "It was instinct. You followed her rhythm… and she followed yours."
Airi blushed but nodded. "And she never wanted you to stop."
Hanabi laughed. "Still… I can't believe you broke the universal rule of: 'Even Succubi take lunch breaks.'"
Mira's voice echoed from within, smug and proud.
"Who needs breaks when the food's inside him?"
Reyne snorted. "We're calling you Meal God now. No escaping it."
Morgan sighed dramatically. "We'll need to revise several magical textbooks."
Alex groaned again.
Chapter 370 – "If the Goddesses Heard…"
The sun was beginning to dip behind the rooftops, casting a golden glow across the courtyard.
The teasing had slowed, but only just.
Reyne stretched with a long yawn and leaned back on the bench.
"You know…" she said lazily, "if this story gets out…"
Alex raised an eyebrow. "What story?"
Morgan gave him a deadpan look. "You know what story. Sixteen years. No breaks. Magic-infused stamina. Mira glowing for days."
Hanabi leaned forward dramatically, hands raised like a storyteller around a campfire.
"Legend says… a mortal man once satisfied a succubus queen for sixteen years. Nonstop. No food. No sleep. No mercy."
Ciel smiled quietly. "A tale already spreading among certain divine circles."
Airi tilted her head. "You think anyone would actually care that much?"
That's when Morgan raised her finger.
"Aphrodite," she said.
Everyone froze.
Reyne sat up. "Oh gods."
Hanabi gasped. "Wait, the Aphrodite?"
Nefertiti, sipping delicately from her cup nearby, narrowed her golden eyes. "If she hears about it…"
Ciel nodded with a hint of concern. "She's always been… curious. Especially about men who resist her charms."
Morgan smirked. "Now imagine if she heard there was a man who didn't just resist… but outlasted a succubus."
Hanabi snorted. "She'd come flying here in a chariot made of silk and gold, declaring a 'divine compatibility trial.'"
Reyne laughed. "No, worse. She'd bring a measuring tape and a wine bottle and say: 'Let's test this mortal's bedside endurance.'"
Alex turned very pale.
"She wouldn't—"
Morgan: "She would."
Ciel added gently, "And she might bring Ishtar, too. They… encourage each other."
Hanabi was nearly crying from laughter. "Oh nooo! Alex, you're gonna have to start a waitlist!"
Airi blushed deeply. "Do we… do we count as divine wives now?"
Nefertiti raised an eyebrow. "If that's the case, we'll need to prepare for visitors. Divine ones."
Alex groaned. "I just wanted tea."
Morgan smirked darkly. "Too late. You became a legend."
The courtyard was still echoing with laughter about Aphrodite when Reyne suddenly sat up straight, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Hey, Alex."
He looked at her warily. "…Yeah?"
"How long are you?"
He blinked. "How long am I what?"
She smirked. "Your dick."
Alex choked on absolutely nothing.
Airi squeaked. "R-Reyne!"
Hanabi burst out laughing. "Ooooh, she said it!"
Ciel tilted her head calmly. "We… never did take exact measurements."
Morgan gave a theatrical sigh. "So many nights of passion and not one ruler involved. Tsk. What a failure of research."
Alex turned red. "You're all joking, right?"
Reyne grinned wider. "I mean, come on. We've all had it. Some of us multiple times."
She held up her fingers, estimating wildly. "It felt like… maybe nine inches?"
Nefertiti raised an elegant brow. "I don't need a ruler to know it reaches the end of my womb."
Airi turned into a tomato. "W-We don't need to talk about this in public—!"
Morgan crossed her arms. "Actually, we do. For science."
Hanabi pulled out a notepad. "All in favor of measuring Alex officially?"
Ciel raised her hand calmly. "For magical records."
Hanabi: "For curiosity!"
Reyne: "For bragging rights."
Morgan: "For dominance tracking."
Alex: "I'm going to evaporate."
Mira's voice rang out from inside Mary's body.
"It's exactly nine and a quarter inches when fully aroused. Eleven with a mana surge. You're welcome."
Silence.
Then Hanabi stared at her notepad.
"…I didn't even have a 'mana surge' column. Now I need to reorganize the whole chart."
Alex sighed in defeat.
Reyne patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, cheer up. You've got the measurements of a god."
Morgan added, "Aphrodite's going to want that number, too."
Alex muttered, "I miss the days when people asked about my magic."
Alex was still muttering to himself when Reyne stood up suddenly, hands on her hips.
"That settles it," she declared. "We're not guessing anymore."
She pulled a small ribbon-bound tape measure from her storage pouch with a wicked grin.
Hanabi blinked. "Wait, why do you have that?"
Reyne smirked. "For tail armor fittings. Also now for important scientific endeavors."
Morgan snorted. "This is going in a footnote under 'Legendary Equipment Identification.'"
Airi covered her face. "This is going to be in someone's thesis, isn't it?"
"Stand up," Reyne said, grinning at Alex.
"I—what? No!"
But it was too late.
With Mira's teasing laughter echoing in the background and Hanabi egging her on, Reyne crouched boldly, tape in hand, and tugged at his waistband.
"You can fight gods, but not this?" she taunted.
Alex groaned. "This is harassment."
"You'll live."
She measured.
There was a brief moment of silence.
Then—
Her eyes widened slightly.
"…Almost ten inches," she whispered.
Ciel blinked. "That's longer than Mira said."
Reyne stood slowly and held up the measuring tape like it was a royal scroll.
"Ladies," she said dramatically, "we've confirmed it. We are sleeping with a divine weapon."
Hanabi burst out laughing. "I knew it wasn't normal! No wonder Mira didn't need food!"
Morgan clapped sarcastically. "Congratulations. You're a war crime in three realms."
Airi muttered, "T-That… that was inside me…"
Nefertiti smiled faintly. "Still is, when I call him."
Reyne wrapped the tape up with a flourish. "I'm keeping this in my treasure vault."
Alex covered his face with both hands. "This can't get any worse."
Mira's voice replied smugly:
"Oh, but it can. I took the magical girth measurements too."
Ciel gave him a soft smile. "You really are… something else, Alex."
The laughter had barely settled when Reyne, eyes still glinting with mischief, turned to Alex with a half-serious look.
"…Hey."
Alex tensed. "What now?"
She tilted her head.
"If you really wanted to… could you make it longer?"
Dead silence.
Everyone stared.
Airi's jaw dropped. "Reyne—!"
Ciel blinked. "You mean… magically?"
Morgan coughed into her hand. "Oh no."
Reyne shrugged. "I mean, come on. He can manipulate gravity, time, elemental mana, and rebuild dimensions from dust. Are you telling me he can't grow that with a spell?"
Hanabi, now absolutely invested, leaned forward. "Okay but wait—can you?"
Alex looked skyward, as if begging the heavens for rescue.
"…I mean… theoretically, yes."
Everyone stared harder.
He groaned. "There are body modification spells, alright? You can temporarily increase the size of limbs, bones, or—yes, even that. But it's unstable if not tuned perfectly."
Reyne grinned like a dragon guarding gold. "So you can do it."
"I'm not going to do it," he said firmly.
Hanabi gasped. "But what if we all voted on it?"
Morgan nodded solemnly. "For magical experimentation, of course."
Airi was redder than ever. "P-Please don't actually… I-I mean unless… no, never mind…"
Nefertiti chuckled. "Imagine the chaos. It's already ten inches. If he pushed it further…"
Reyne crossed her arms. "Twelve? Thirteen? Just think of the expressions."
Ciel smiled, almost sweetly. "What if the baby wants a sibling someday?"
Mira's voice echoed in a purr:
"Make it a challenge. I can take twenty."
Alex groaned. "I don't need a magical… upgrade!"
Reyne smirked, hands behind her head. "Sure, sure. But if you ever get bored…"
She winked.
"Think of the possibilities."
Reyne leaned back with a smirk, clearly enjoying herself.
"But seriously," she added, "if you can enchant your sword, you can enchant your—"
"Reyne!" Airi squeaked, covering her face.
Morgan tapped her chin. "Hypothetically speaking… what if it had elemental modes?"
Hanabi lit up. "Like fire and ice versions?!"
Alex paled. "Absolutely not."
Reyne leaned in. "Thunder Form."
Ciel tilted her head thoughtfully. "Arcane Surge Mode…? Though the mana feedback might be unstable."
Nefertiti, smiling like a queen sipping scandal, added, "What about Divine Radiance Enchantment? Glows in the dark. Excellent for night encounters."
Airi could barely speak. "T-This is getting o-out of hand…"
Hanabi was scribbling notes on a scroll now. "Okay, so base size: 10 inches. Mana surge mode: 11. Elemental channels: potential. Multi-strike rune patterns…?"
Morgan raised her hand dryly. "Also needs temperature control. No one wants to get frostbitten down there."
Reyne burst out laughing. "Fire Mode definitely needs a safety seal."
Alex buried his face in both hands. "What have I done…"
Ciel, calm as always, added gently, "It might also be possible to embed healing enchantments. For recovery… and prolonged sessions."
"That's already active," Mira said proudly through the mind-link.
Everyone turned.
Airi blinked. "Wait… what?!"
Mira's voice continued smugly:
"Self-repair. Cleansing effect. Even minor life-essence transfer. Why do you think I looked so fresh after sixteen years?"
Reyne dropped her scroll and fell back laughing. "He's got legendary weapon passives."
Hanabi gasped, clutching her sides. "He's an S-tier relic!"
Morgan crossed her arms. "This is turning into a whole equipment manual."
Nefertiti closed her eyes. "If word of this gets out, he won't need to fight the next pantheon. They'll just line up."
Alex slumped in his seat.
"I just wanted to drink some tea."
Reyne winked. "You are the tea."