Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 121: Side Story: Gavrius And Vaelrik’s Switching Role (Part 3)

Chapter 121: Side Story: Gavrius And Vaelrik’s Switching Role (Part 3)

Kaelion sighed, as if the answer should be obvious.

"Of course not. He would have to wear one throughout the day—insert it in the morning and remove it before bed."

"What?!" Vaelrik’s face instantly turned scarlet. "You mean he’d have to just... keep it inside him all day long?!"

That sounded less like preparation and more like some kind of humiliation play!

"And what happens if he needs to... you know, use the bathroom?!"

"The magic stone embedded in these ensures cleanliness," Kaelion said, tapping one of the objects. "As long as it remains inside, the one who used it would stays perfectly clean."

"That’s... horrifyingly considerate."

It somehow made the whole idea worse.

"Isn’t there a... softer method?" Vaelrik asked weakly.

Kaelion considered the question, his expression shifting into something slightly more serious.

"It’s not impossible," he admitted. "But it’s your weakest area."

That alone was enough to make Vaelrik doubt himself.

Still, for the sake of his beloved Gavi, he was willing to put in the effort.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and gave a firm nod.

Seeing this, Kaelion chuckled and patted his shoulder.

"I know someone more suited to teaching you than I am. I’ll summon him tomorrow."

"Really?! Thank you, Brother!"

Vaelrik thanked him sincerely.

Now, he had a way to fulfill Gavi’s request.

The moment that realization settled in, all the previous concerns he had seemed to vanish.

The next day, Kaelion summoned Vaelrik to his private chambers.

However, when Vaelrik arrived, he found himself face-to-face with the last person he wanted to see.

"A-Ah—Ahhh!! Brother Evander?!"

Evander is the crown prince of the Green Dragons Royal family and a longtime friend of Kaelion.

He had always been involved with their family.

But for some reason, he had taken a particular interest in Vaelrik.

Throughout his childhood, Evander had played all sorts of tricks on him—locking him in a closet during hide-and-seek, telling scary stories right before bed and then leaving him alone.

Yet, at the same time, whenever Vaelrik got into trouble, Evander had always protected him alongside Kaelion, offering his support when needed.

He wasn’t a bad person—Vaelrik knew that.

But still... He had once grinned while squishing Vaelrik’s cheeks and said, "You have the best reactions. So much fun to mess with."

A natural-born menace.

"Oh? Vaelrik?" Antero tilted his head before glancing at Kaelion. "The one who wants to learn magic control—it’s him?"

Kaelion nodded.

Vaelrik’s stomach dropped.

Wait... does that mean the ’ideal instructor’ he mentioned yesterday was—

"In that case," Evander mused, "I assume Vaelrik will be the one paying the price?"

"...The what?"

Nobody had mentioned that part.

Vaelrik immediately turned to his brother, only to find Kaelion completely unfazed.

His silence was all the confirmation Vaelrik needed.

"I see," Evander said with an all-too-pleased smile. "Well then, I’ll teach him thoroughly."

Vaelrik had a very, very bad feeling about this.

Before he could protest, Evander snapped his fingers.

In an instant, Vaelrik’s pants and underwear dropped to the floor.

"Wha—HEY!!"

Before he could react further, something cool and slimy wrapped itself around his exposed length.

"What—?! Ah! H-Hey, stop that!!"

"Relax," Evander said lightly. "I’m just taking a mold."

"A WHAT?!"

The strange, gelatinous substance completely enveloped him, solidifying within moments.

Then, with a precise snap, it split cleanly in two and dropped to the ground.

"Perfect mold," Evander noted approvingly, picking up the pieces. "Though, ideally, I would’ve preferred to get it hard fully."

"WHAT?! Why?!"

"Hmm?" Evander smirked. "I’ll be using this as the base for a model. There are rare people who actually prefer thick, long, and well-endowed sizes like yours, you know."

Vaelrik’s mind went blank.

Yesterday’s conversation.

The collection in that box.

The strange shapes.

The variety of sizes.

And now... his own had become the model for one of those.

"NOPE. NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. THAT’S TOO EMBARRASSING!!"

"Don’t worry," Evander said cheerfully. "No one will ever know it was cast from you."

"That’s not the point!!"

"I’ll even give you one as a gift once it’s finished."

"I don’t want it!!"

Seriously, what was he supposed to do with that?!

"Well then," Evander clapped his hands together. "Since I’ve received something very valuable, it’s only fair that I teach you properly in return."

Evander retrieved something from his pocket—a small, trembling, translucent blue sphere.

At its center, a gemstone-like core shimmered.

"This," he began, "is made from slime. The core at the center contains magic, which radiates faintly into the surrounding gelatinous body. The basic principle of magic control is to interfere with this magic and manipulate it as you wish."

"Magic control?"

Vaelrik had heard of it before.

His older brother, Kaelion, was skilled and adept at it, but Vaelrik himself struggled.

He had always been told he lacked the necessary finesse.

Evander lightly touched the surface of the sphere with his fingertip.

Instantly, his finger sank smoothly into the gelatinous mass.

"I coated my finger in magic and gave it instructions to accept the intrusion. If I take the interference a step further—"

"W-Whoa!"

The gelatin formed a perfectly round opening around his finger.

Yet, despite the change, the sphere retained its shape, refusing to collapse.

"What you need to do," Evander continued, "is learn how to interfere with the human body. By guiding your finger inside, concentrating your magic, and gently loosening the constriction, you can ease the passage. If you also imagine the area becoming naturally lubricated, it will moisten accordingly. Doing this properly will allow a body to accept something as large as yours without strain."

"That’s incredible!"

"But," Evander cautioned, "if you miscalculate the amount of force—"

At that moment, the slime abruptly burst apart from the inside, scattering in all directions.

Vaelrik went pale.

What if that had been Gavi?

The mere thought of causing harm made his stomach twist.

However, after a few moments, the slime gradually reformed around its core, returning to its original shape.

Evander picked it up and handed it to him.

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