Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

Following Iona, both Maxia left at night for a few days.

That night, I was encouraged to play my part.

Yes, on the surface.

I still don't know the man. I'll lay her down and be one.

Everything is to have my baby.

Rub mucous membranes and mucous membranes together as usual.

It's the only one who's different.

Yes, the same thing happens.

It's just different who you do it to.

Wave your hips wrapped in warm mucous membranes.

Only the slippery sound of the mucous membrane rubbing against the mucous membrane breaks the silence.

"Ouch!

She screams small at my miscellaneous waist. [M]

"I'm sorry! Are you okay?!

I stopped and apologized (and nothing else).

"Oh no! Charles, please raise your head. I'm sorry for the exaggeration... Surprised...?

"I'm really sorry...."

Embrace gently and apologize again.

Afterwards, he resumed his activities and successfully completed the first time.

By way of example, healing magic heals the laceration and extends to a second act.

"Ah... nh... nh...! Charles, it feels so good...!

Great. Looks like you're feeling it.

Afterwards, I looked out for her as much as I could, made sure she fell asleep, and then I left her in bed.

Make a child of a virgin.

That's the job I've been given, and I'll do it. It's just that many days.

In such an unchangeable day.

Feeling a glimmer of vanity, I was visiting the church without a pattern.

A void born in my heart.

You can never talk to someone who knows me like this.

There is no other way to ask someone who doesn't know me.

I wanted you to listen to me because I don't care who I am.

Enter the confession room and put coins in the box.

"It's not like confession, but I want you to listen to me. Can I ask you something?"

Call out to the nuns (Sisters) who would be beyond the door.

"Yes, this is the place to save the lost lamb. I will tell you the story with a little effort."

It's a clear voice.

I knew an older, more experienced nun (Sister) would listen.

Young.

Maybe you're younger than me. I think of such a thing.

I'm going to tell you something a little different now.

"Yes"

"I'm not kidding or trying to harass you. I want you to listen to me with that in mind."

"Yes"

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can stop listening. It's your freedom."

"Yes, but I don't think so."

"Do you believe me?

"Your words are very serious and don't sound like you're about to make a joke or harass me."

"Thank you. Now let's get started."

That's how we start talking.

"My main job is to have some kind of talent, to have children with women who look good."

"Yes, to be honest, it's a strange job."

"Are we done here? You're not kidding, are you?

"Yeah."

"So, basically, we have a different woman and a different child every day."

"Yes, it's a tough job."

"I'm a man too, and the woman I like wants to hug again and again, and that's what I think."

"That's what you are."

"Embarrassed. So embarrassed."

"Yes"

"There were two women I particularly liked, and I literally held them like every night. Of course, to make a baby."

"Different women every day means after being embraced by other women, right?

Ah.

"You can do it so many times... I'm a little surprised."

"Oh, that's all they were."

"Well...."

"Lately, I found out they had my baby in their bellies."

"Congratulations. You became a father."

"I wasn't born just knowing that I was still wearing it, and it wasn't in my job until child-rearing, so I honestly don't feel like it, but, well, yeah."

"So, what's the problem?

"There it is. It was a pleasure in itself, but it meant a night out with them. I can't touch their skin like every day for a while, just thinking about it has created something like this in my heart."

"Well... why is that?

"If you say this, you'll think how proud you are."

"Yes"

"My children are precious, that's more than gold. I can't afford to waste it on a woman who's proven to be possessed. In addition, the act of making children is not good for the mother, so I can't do it anymore."

"Well... that's it. I don't know what to say..."

"That's why I kept them for at least a year."

"That's... painful..."

"That's what I knew from the beginning, and I'm blessed to be too blessed, because I'm going to know it in my head....."

"Yeah."

"Looks like I've moved on to those two more than I thought... I thought I was a little more sober myself...."

"I don't think that's a good thing...."

Really?

I think so.

"I hope so."

I kept talking.

"Besides, I have a lot of experience with women, and that's why I work like this. So it was never unusual to have a one-night relationship....."

"Yes"

"I've never felt this way before... I don't really know what to do with this feeling myself...."

…………

She didn't seem to know what to say to me.

I don't know how I feel.

I don't care if she says something like this. I know that. I know.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to hear this...."

I apologized to her.

"Thank you for listening. That made it much easier."

Keep thanking me.

It is certain that people have listened to me and that my mind has become a little lighter.

"No, I can't help you."

"I wish I had you."

"Yes"

"Would you mind listening to me again?

"Yes, with pleasure. I can't say anything to you, but I'd like to talk to you."

"Thank you. I'll drop by again."

I left the church behind, only slightly, but with a light heart.