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Before sleep, Loxi laid her head on my arm, her silver hair scattered across my chest like soft moonlight. She raised her head, her eyes shining with complex light, suddenly leaned closer to me, and whispered: "Brother, tell me... now... is me doing this... really okay?" Her voice carried a hint of hesitation, as if it had taken all her courage to say this. Hearing her regret, I asked what she meant. She looked at me and said: "About carrying the Hero's seed... originally I just wanted you to look at me more... because of your kink, you were always staring at Sister Shasha and Sister Yeli, making me so sour I deliberately suggested this idea."
As she spoke, she bit her lower lip, a trace of annoyance flashing in her eyes: "But now that it's done, I sort of regret it. Since you promised not to neglect me anymore, then carrying the Hero's child... feels a bit worthless." Her voice grew quieter and quieter, carrying a hint of grievance, as if she were genuinely troubled by her own decision.
Hearing this, I gently stroked her flat lower abdomen, my fingertips caressing her fair skin with a hint of playfulness: "Oh? Truly regret it? When some person was still smugly showing off to me after sex with the Hero, why change your tune now?" I deliberately drew out my tone, my eyes shining with mockery, trying to make her happy.
Upon hearing this, Loxi's little face went red, she huffed, and gave my chest a gentle pat with her slender hand: "Stinky Brother! I'm not joking with you!" Her movements were as light as acting spoiled, but her eyes carried a hint of seriousness, "I'm serious! I've been with Brother the longest, and I'm your first wife; the first child I carry, no matter what, should be Brother's!"
Her words were filled with sincerity, and those eyes shone with stubborn light, as if she had poured out all the grievance in her heart. Loxi had been by my side since childhood, and as a princess of the Demon race, her innate haughtiness had never changed, but toward me, she was always wholehearted. That possessiveness and reliance made her particularly sensitive about carrying the Hero's child.
Looking at her serious expression, I restrained my mockery, gently hugged her in my arms, and said softly: "Alright, Brother knows you're serious. Don't worry, the child you're carrying might not be the Hero's." My tone carried a hint of comfort, and I patted her back gently, like I was soothing a little girl who was having a tantrum.
Loxi paused, raised her head, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes: "What do you mean?" Her voice was tinged with curiosity, as if she had grabbed onto some hope, and her body involuntarily leaned into my arms.
I let out a low chuckle, pinched her little face, and slowly explained: "As a member of the Demon race, the body naturally selects the highest-quality genes for conception. If there were only the Hero's sperm, it would indeed be hard to pick anything decent. But just now, Brother I didn't hold back at all—I estimate that the situation in your little belly has already been disrupted. Compared to the Hero's half-baked genes, my genes and yours are the most compatible. In this competition, the Hero's sperm is nothing but fodder for my child."
As I said this, I deliberately paused, my gaze wandering over her face with a hint of pride: "So, sister, whose child will be in your belly?"
Hearing this, Loxi's eyes lit up, as if she had heard the best news in the world. She sat up abruptly, her silver hair swaying, her eyes shining with surprise: "Really? Brother, you mean... I'm finally going to carry your child?" Her voice trembled, as if she were both excited and unable to believe it. Her hands involuntarily stroked her own abdomen, as if she had already begun to yearn for that unborn little life.
Her heart beat like a drum, and her mind was filled with images of us raising a child together. That anticipation and happiness made her almost forget her previous annoyance. Brother's child... that was what she truly wanted! Since she was a child, she had determined I was her only destination; carrying my child was the greatest pride she could have as a wife.
I looked at her excited appearance, curled my lips into a gentle smile, reached out to stroke her head, and pulled her back into my arms: "Silly girl, why are you so excited? Could Brother lie to you? Don't worry, your body knows best who is the most suitable." I paused, my tone turning mocking: "Besides, don't you think it's interesting? The Hero thinks you're carrying his child, and he's greeting my child as if it were his own. When the truth is revealed in the end, it's going to add quite a bit of fun."
Loxi smiled at this. She had originally thought I was wholeheartedly enjoying the "cuckold" kink, but now it seemed I wasn't just simply enjoying it, but deploying a plan step by step.
Stroking Loxi, I told her to hurry up and sleep; since we had done this for so long, she needed a good rest.
Loxi nodded, a bashful flush appearing on her cheeks, while her eyes were filled with the light of happiness. She actively leaned in, kissed my lips, and let her tongue nimbly probe in, having a deep kiss with me. Her kiss carried a hint of urgency, as if she wanted to pour all her joy and love into it. When they separated, a trace of crystal-clear saliva hung from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes shone with satisfaction.
"Brother... I'm so happy..." Loxi whispered, her body leaning limply against my chest, her arms tightly hugging my waist as if unwilling to let go. She savored my words, a wave of warmth rushing through her heart. Carrying Brother's child—this thought made her feel that all the grievances and sacrifices were worth it.
I patted her back gently and said softly: "Good, sleep. From now on, Brother will accompany you more and won't let you let your imagination run wild again." My voice was low and gentle, as if making a promise. Loxi huffed as if expressing satisfaction, but her body clung to me even tighter, like a kitten relying on its master.
The candlelight faded, leaving only the sound of our breathing in the sleeping hall. Loxi's silver hair was scattered across my chest. She closed her eyes with a sweet smile on her face and fell into a deep sleep. I looked down at her sleeping face, a surge of tenderness in my heart; I gently kissed her forehead and held her as we both drifted into dreamland.