Reina stood in front of the mirror, naked, flushed, and confused.
Her belly had changed.
Not by much.
But enough to notice.
> A small curve. A soft rise.
Rounder than last week. Firmer than yesterday.
She pressed her palm to the faint swell, her fingers trembling.
"…This can't be real," she whispered.
But her reflection didn't lie.
---
Behind her, Takeshi sat on the edge of the bed, hard as a rock.
His cock twitched at the sight of her gently swollen belly — ghost-born, cum-fed, divine and cursed at once.
He couldn't help it.
He was obsessed.
---
She turned slightly, her bare ass visible in the mirror, her breasts full and tender from weeks of spiritual overflow.
"Don't stare," she muttered, but her voice lacked heat.
Takeshi rose and walked toward her.
And dropped to his knees behind her.
His hands wrapped gently around her waist. His face pressed against her belly.
"It's beautiful," he whispered.
Reina flinched.
"You… don't think it's disgusting? Creepy?"
He kissed her navel.
"No. It's ours."
---
She exhaled.
And she let him guide her to the bed.
---
No rough fucking this time.
No sudden ghost riding.
Tonight was slow. Gentle.
Worshipful.
He laid her on her back, spread her thighs, and crawled between them with devotion.
Her pussy was already wet — soaked with craving and fear and a ghost's leftover heat.
Takeshi licked it all away.
Slow, tender strokes, tongue flicking gently over her clit, lips kissing every fold.
Reina gasped, back arching.
"W-why… why do you still do this…?"
He looked up, fingers softly teasing her entrance.
"Because you're not just a seal anymore."
"You're my wife now too."
---
She couldn't speak.
Only moan.
As he crawled up, kissed her swollen breasts, licked the beads of milk from her nipples. She whimpered, but pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist.
And when he entered her…
> It felt like home.
Her soaked pussy welcomed him with a tight, tender squeeze, walls pulsing in slow waves as he slid deep inside.
No pounding.
No animal slamming.
Just a long, deep stretch as their hips met, her belly pressing softly against his abdomen.
She gasped into his mouth.
"I… I think I want it… more…"
---
They moved as one.
His cock sliding deep, slow, then out again with a wet glide.
Her arms around his neck, her mouth gasping his name, her pussy clenching tighter with every lazy thrust.
She kissed him like she'd forgotten who Mizuki even was.
Takeshi whispered against her lips:
"Let me fill you again."
She nodded.
---
And he came.
Not with a roar, not with a violent jerk.
But a deep, full-body surrender.
His cock twitched inside her womb and unleashed another load, thick and warm, filling her completely until her belly rose just a little more.
She gasped.
Then moaned.
Then smiled.
---
That night, she slept curled against him.
His hand rested on her belly.
And something moved under his palm.
---
The next morning…
Reina knelt in front of him and sucked his cock like she was starving.
No hesitation.
No shame.
Just need.
She licked from base to tip, then swallowed him whole with messy, dripping moans, her fingers cradling his balls like they were sacred.
When she pulled off, her face was flushed.
Her eyes were different.
> "She's not whispering anymore," Reina said quietly. "She's… inside me. Awake."
Takeshi blinked.
"Mizuki?"
Reina nodded.
"And she likes it when I swallow."
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They didn't know yet…
But soon, they'd stop being two.
And become one.