Chapter 92
Here is the bath. The Desmond mansion's splish-splash baths.
The heavenly prison of flesh filled with female bodies.
And there I was, like.
"Fufu, ahhh......"
Sophie was sitting in my lap, making cute noises that are a combination of excitement and shame. Her body is fragile and narrow enough that I fear it might snap if I put too much force on it. I was filled with deep emotion at the thought that I had impregnated this body and given birth to Emily, even though she was a mature woman at the age of twenty-five.
even with some degrading feelings.
"Sophie, Desmond-sama has said it is fine, so you should entrust your body to him more, put all your weight on Desmond-sama."
"Oh, weight...... that is.....so embarrassing......."
Right now, the weight of my thoughts is undeniably heavy.