Chapter 169: Second Summer
Monday, June 19 — 10 weeks and 5 days
My belly had started to swell just a little. Still barely noticeable under clothes, but it was there.
I skipped school to go to the hospital for my first prenatal checkup in a month.
The fetus I saw on the ultrasound had changed from looking like a broad bean to a human-like shape, and that moved me deeply. They’re both growing, properly.
We’d already had Mom call ahead to let the hospital know I was planning to give birth to both babies without having a selective reduction surgery. So today’s main discussion was about where I’d be giving birth.
That said, Mom handled most of the conversation with the doctor, so I mostly just listened.
To keep the pregnancy secret at school, we’d decided I’d leave town once I hit mid-pregnancy and my belly became more noticeable.
We’d considered giving birth overseas, where I was originally from, but ultimately dropped that plan.
Because I’m short and carrying twins, it’s classified as a high-risk pregnancy. So we decided it would be best for me to give birth at a well-equipped hospital in Japan.
Mom explained it to the doctor like this: “I want her to give birth in an environment where she can feel at ease.”
The doctor agreed and introduced us to a hospital he knew of. I’d never been there, but it was apparently located in a well-known prefectural capital.
Dad would go check out the area and arrange for housing and such before we made a final decision.
After the hospital visit, we headed straight to city hall to submit the pregnancy notification form we got from the hospital.
With help from Mom and the city staff, I managed to submit it. It was my first time handling government paperwork myself, and I felt just a little more grown-up because of it.
Writing my name in the "Mother" section of the form didn’t bother me. But writing Souta’s name in the "Father" section stirred up all kinds of complicated feelings.
We filed a request for additional documents and received two Maternal and Child Health Handbooks. They were palm-sized booklets with a certain famous character illustrated on the cover.
Flipping through the thin pages, I saw it was set up to record both pregnancy progress and the child’s development after birth.
The vaccination records inside are apparently used even into adulthood. Mom told me she still kept mine and my siblings’ handbooks safe.
Well, my own vaccine records aren’t usable anymore anyway. I should ask her to show them to me sometime.
We also received a big envelope full of pamphlets about public services and available support.
Inside was a keychain with a familiar design—the “Maternity Mark.” It’s a subtle way to indicate you're pregnant during the early, not-so-obvious stages.
I never thought I’d be the one using something like this... yeah.
But since I’m keeping it secret at school, I probably won’t ever actually use it. If no one’s going to watch out for me, then I’ll just have to protect my babies myself.
Friday, June 23 — 11 weeks and 2 days
That afternoon after school, Mom picked me up by car, and we headed to a particular place.
It was the beach with the swimming area—the place I returned to after coming back from the other world.
It had been exactly a year since that day.
Still in my school uniform, I stood alone by the shore. It was too early in the season for beachgoers, so the place was deserted.
Mom waited in the car.
I had wanted to come alone, but walking an hour each way with my current body would’ve been too reckless.
There wasn’t any special reason.
I just... wanted to come here.
“So much has happened this past year...”
I became Alicia. I spent time with her. I said goodbye to her. Then I conceived our children so I could meet her again.
“The last time I was here... was when we fought Aymok on Christmas, right?”
The concrete stage that had been torn up back then had already been repaired.
This past year had been every bit as eventful as the one I spent in the other world.
“...Let’s come here together next year.”
I gently stroked my belly as I thought it.
If everything went well, the three of us could come here next year—Alicia, me, and our child.
I closed my eyes and pressed my hand to my chest in a prayer-like gesture.
The water god Minstia, whom Alicia had served as a shrine maiden, was a deity of life, whose blessings and magic extended even to childbirth.
A god from another world. If you can hear this prayer, please protect your shrine maiden and her sibling.
Thursday, July 13 — 14 weeks and 1 day
The weather had fully shifted to summer—humid and hot day after day.
I’d entered my third month of pregnancy, and the morning sickness had eased up quite a bit.
Nothing much had changed at school, and I was able to go about my days peacefully. I obviously had to sit out of swimming class in PE, though… everyone looked so cool and refreshed. I was jealous.
We decided I would give birth at the hospital introduced by the obstetrician-gynecologist.
Once summer vacation starts, my whole family will move into a temporary apartment in another prefecture.
And once summer break ends, Mom, Dad, and I will stay behind, and only Yuna will return here.
But having a high school girl live alone is too dangerous, so after some discussion between our families, it was decided that Yuna would stay at Souta’s house.
I was against it.
Living under the same roof as Souta? That’s way too risky. But we didn’t have any better alternatives, so I had no choice but to reluctantly agree.
"But, you know, I can't help but think—having Yuna live with Souta is like tossing a rabbit into a predator's cage."
"...You're seriously saying that to me?"
Souta, who was in my room at the time, gave me a complicated look when I vented.
"Couldn’t you trust your best friend just a little? I mean, I just got dumped not long ago. You think I can switch gears that easily?"
"I get that, sure."
But love and lust are two different things. And I know firsthand that guys often make poor decisions with their lower half. Besides, I'm painfully aware of just how strong Souta's sex drive is.
"If Yuna told you it was okay to have sex, could you actually turn her down?"
Yuna feels a deep sense of gratitude toward Souta for helping me. And I’m seriously worried she might offer up her body to him to repay that debt—especially knowing what it cost him emotionally to support me.
"...Of course I could."
What was that pause?
Why’d you look away?
You're remembering the time Yuna said she wouldn’t mind doing it with both of us, aren’t you, you perv.
"...Yeah, I get it now. Loud and clear."
That said, I can't exactly blame Souta.
After all, I couldn’t say no when his little sister Hisui came on to me, either. Though in my case, it wasn’t because I gave in to lust.
"Which is why... I’ve decided to give Souta some material."
"Huh!?"
"If you're not all pent-up, your self-control should hold up better, right? That’s my theory anyway."
"Uh, wait, hold on... what?"
Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, Souta looked completely lost.
"...If you don’t want it, that’s fine too?"
"I want it!"
Yup, honesty really is the best policy.
I’d collected a whole box of rare books and DVDs back when I was still Ikuto. I don’t need them anymore, so I figured I’d just give them to him.
That’s what I was planning to do—until:
"Then… I want your underwear."
"...Huh?"
My... underwear?
Why? Seriously, why?
"You said you’d give me something to use, right? Uh… was that not what you meant?"
"Uh, I wasn’t exactly thinking of that kind of thing..."
"Is it a no?"
"It’s not... exactly no, but..."
That totally blindsided me, and now my head's spinning.
"Wait, Souta, I thought you saw me as family?"
Using family as jerk-off material… that’s kinda messed up, isn’t it?
"That’s separate, y'know? I mean… the ‘stepsibling’ angle kinda works for me too."
"Ahhh..."
I get it.
I get it... but I really wish I didn’t.
"If you’re gonna say that, then what about you? You’re still doing that kind of thing with Hisui, aren’t you?"
"Th-That’s..."
Strictly speaking, we haven’t had sex. I’ve been dealing with morning sickness, and more importantly, my sex drive basically vanished after getting pregnant.
Still, I kept doing the whole “call her Mommy and get spoiled” thing with Hisui.
I tried telling her we shouldn’t do that stuff anymore now that we’re family, but she said, “Mommies are family by default,” and I couldn’t argue back… and so...
It doesn’t turn me on, but regressing into a spoiled little kid is surprisingly soothing and calming. Boobs really are powerful.
"Anyway, I think if I had that, I could hold out! Please!"
He even got down on his knees and bowed deeply.
Seriously… why is he this desperate?
"Well, I mean... I guess it’s fine."
"For real!?"
It’s not like it’ll hurt me.
When we were trying to conceive, I even asked him to finish inside me every time, so I guess it’s no surprise he got used to coming while thinking of me.
Honestly, I should probably praise him for never asking me for anything until now.
"But just so we’re clear—it's stuff I’ve already washed."
No way am I giving him the pair I’m currently wearing.
"...Got it."
Don’t make that face like you just bit into a bitter bug, idiot.
"Um, well then... here you go."
I stood up and opened the middle drawer of the dresser across from the bed.
Inside, from the left: panties neatly stored in a compartmentalized box, folded undershirts, and a line of bras stacked in a row—my underwear arranged in that order.
"Whoa..."
Souta looked like he was peering into a treasure chest, his face lighting up with joy.
I couldn’t say I didn’t understand the feeling.
Honestly, it’s a bit off-putting, though.
"...So, which one are you picking?"
I asked as neutrally as I could.
"I can choose whichever I want?"
"As long as it’s not the black lace ones."
"You seriously own something like that...? Damn, that’s hot."
"Those were a gift from Alicia."
"I see... uh, sorry."
"Also, I’d prefer you don’t pick anything expensive... unless you’re planning to pay for it."
"That’s fine. Everyday stuff gets me more excited anyway."
"...If you say so."
"Oh, hey—this striped pair, that’s the one you were wearing that time I saw your panties, right?"
Souta pointed at a striped pair, pale pink with red lines.
"You remembered that well."
You could’ve just forgotten.
...I wish I could forget.
"That pair, and... also, I want one full set of what you usually wear to school."
"A set... so, bra and undershirt too?"
"Yeah, I wanna feel the real, everyday you."
Ugh, hmm...
Well, whatever.
Let’s not overthink this.
"Okay then. If you’re fine with my usual stuff, I’ll just pick them out."
"That works."
"Alright, these three... how’s that?"
A half-top bra with a small ribbon accent, a camisole, and a set of three panties.
I picked all white, thinking it’d match Souta’s tastes.
"Whoa... yeah, that hits the spot."
What a happy smile.
"Okay, I’ll bag them up for you."
I brought over an unused paper bag and started putting the underwear into it. I was a little worried they might be dirty, but even if they were, he'd probably just be happy about it—so whatever.
I'll just pretend I threw them away and erase their existence from my mind. That’s for the best.
“…You’re hard.”
Even while sitting, it was obvious Souta was pitching a tent down there as he kept peeking greedily into the dresser.
“Th-this is… I mean… I can’t help it, right…?”
“Guess so…”
I was conflicted. Could this shameless guy really be satisfied with just some underwear?
Maybe I should sweeten the deal a bit more, just to be safe.
“Want me to help you take care of that?”
“Eh!? I-I can!? Really!?”
Wow… what a clear reaction.
“I figured you’d do better with a reward.”
“Wait, do you trust me that little?”
“If you say you’re fine without it, I won’t do anything.”
“I want it! I’ll behave, I swear! Please! I want my reward, Lady Alice!!”
“Souta, you’re way too desperate.”
Men are so dumb… it’s kind of funny. I think I’m starting to get why manipulating them can be fun.
“I’m not doing anything beyond that, though. If you’re fine with just this…”
“No problem!”
Truth is, it’s not like it’s totally off-limits during the stable period, but I’d read it can cause uterine contractions, and I’d rather avoid any risk at all.
Besides, I just… don’t feel like doing that kind of thing right now.
“Is using my hand okay?”
“Um… if it’s not too much, could you use your mouth…?”
“Hmmm… my mouth, huh…”
I had done that before. Back when we were having drowning-in-each-other kind of sex, I’d used my mouth to get him hard again.
But I’d never taken it all the way to finish, and more than anything, unlike back then, I was completely calm right now.
Thinking about putting that in my mouth in this kind of mindset… yeah, no—actually, it’s really off-putting.
Still, well… I had been making Souta hold back, and watching him fidget like a dog waiting for a treat was kind of pitiful.
Even the pregnancy magazines said it’s important to openly discuss your partner’s sexual needs during pregnancy.
And more importantly—this is for my precious little sister’s chastity. I’ll deal with a bit of hardship.
“…Guess I don’t have a choice. Fine, I’ll do it.”
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