Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 132: Side Story: Kaelion And Hassan’s Love Story (Part 6)

Chapter 132: Side Story: Kaelion And Hassan’s Love Story (Part 6)

Hassan turned his face away, crimson to the ears, and muttered something Kaelion didn’t catch.

When asked again, he looked even more distressed.

"I... I’ve never once imagined you being the one underneath..." he finally whispered.

A grin spread across Kaelion’s lips.

So, Hassan had always imagined being taken like this.

"A good mindset, Hassan. I’ll make sure to cherish you thoroughly."

It had been a long time since Kaelion felt such a surge of desire.

With renewed intent, he settled fully atop Hassan on the bed, pulling apart his clothes and toying with the hard nipples on his chest while claiming another kiss.

Hassan seemed particularly sensitive inside his mouth—just a flick of the tongue made him gasp, his eyes glassy with tears.

"Now then, how shall I begin?"

Rubbing their body together might feel good, but for their first time, Kaelion wanted to see Hassan’s face.

The chest hadn’t elicited much of a reaction...

Then where?

What would bring this man the most pleasure?

"For now, let’s try this," Kaelion said, reaching down.

"Eh? Ah! W-wait, Kaelion—!"

Without waiting, Kaelion began stroking Hassan’s hardened penis, smearing the pre-release fluid over it and moving it upd and down with smooth, deliberate rhythm.

As the slick sounds filled the room, Hassan writhed with embarrassment, his moans turning raspy.

"Could it be... you enjoy being embarrassed?" Kaelion asked, intrigued.

"W-what!? No, I—ah!" Hassan cried out.

...So he wasn’t aware, then.

But Kaelion could tell—when he played noisily, the moans grew richer, and the scent of arousal intensified.

Th Dragon Man couldn’t hide their arousal; their scent made it undeniable.

Grinning, Kaelion leaned in, more aroused by the second.

"No self-awareness at all? Or is it just that you get excited when it’s me doing this to you?"

"T-that’s not... ngh..."

His breathing grew erratic, his body trembling.

There was no mistaking it.

Kaelion pressed his lips to Hassan’s neck and sank his teeth in.

Hassan jolted, shivering from the sharp sensation—apparently, pain didn’t deter him either.

Kaelion wouldn’t have guessed someone so uptight could unravel this easily.

A pleasant surprise, to say the least.

Suddenly struck by an idea, Kaelion drew back slightly and nicked his own finger.

Then, without a word, he pressed the bleeding digit into Hassan’s mouth.

The sensation of Hassan’s tongue wrapping around his finger, licking and sucking with unconscious eagerness, sent a jolt through Kaelion’s core.

"W-what is... this...?" Hassan asked faintly.

"I just imbued you with my God of Pregnancy and Fertility’s Blessing skill. Only implantation and retention. That’s all for now."

"...Ehh!?"

Hassan’s eyes went wide in stunned disbelief.

At the same moment, his scent grew thicker again.

He must have imagined something.

Kaelion, with a grin, pulled out a small vial of potion and held it before Hassan’s widened eyes.

If one is skilled in manipulating mana, then it’s possible.

It’s a feat difficult for someone like his mother or the sloppy Vaelrik, who lacked such control—but Kaelion was adept at wielding the magic within him.

By using blood as a conduit, he could shared a portion of his skill with Hassan for a few hours.

"You understand what that means, don’t you?"

"Um—"

"If we continue like this, there’s a higher chance you’ll conceive than usual."

He whispered it into her ear, and the heat rushed to his skin with startling speed.

Of course, in reality, the effect was far weaker than his own skill level.

Kaelion’s skill was level 50.

When granting it to another, the effect dropped to half or even less.

So in truth, the increase in pregnancy likelihood was minor—nowhere near a "high chance."

Still, letting him believe otherwise was far more entertaining.

And if, by some twist of fate, he truly did conceive—then it would be a joyous occasion.

He had every intention of making Hassan his mate.

He deliberately picked up a birth pill and placed it into his hand, covering it with his own.

As he kissed him gently and deeply, her palm grew warm from his affection.

Just before he could let out a sound, he pulled away.

The birth pill, now visibly tinged with a soft pink hue, lay in his hand.

He knew it wouldn’t turn fully red.

He still had emotions he needed to shed—barriers to tear down.

Teaching him, guiding him to that point, would be part of the experience.

"Look at it, Hassan," he said.

"!"

Hassan stared at the pink colored pill, his lips trembling.

Kaelion took it into his his, then passed it to him with a kiss.

He doubted he’d resist—but this was something he wanted to do.

Once he confirmed he’d swallowed it, he stirred him even further, letting their kiss become more intense.

He flicked Hassan’s nipple, kneading it slowly.

It had barely reacted earlier, but now, little by little, it began to stiffen and stand erect.

"What’s this? Your chest feels good too, doesn’t it?"

"Wait, this is—"

"Just watch."

Kaelion slowly traced his tongue around the edge of his areola, teasing the stiffened tip with deliberate care.

Her breath hitched with a soft, embarrassed gasp as his body twisted beneath him.

The way his hips shifted, the way moisture dampened his abdomen—there was no hiding how much he was feeling it.

Sliding one hand behind him, he slipped his fingers lower and sought entrance.

He didn’t need to separate anything physically—mana manipulation allowed him to coax the way open gently.

Yet even with magical softening, the initial ring resisted him.

Had he trained even this part of his body?

It’s tight, but inside him was warm—supple, welcoming.

"You’ve got quite the body... more responsive than I expected."

"Ah—! Ahh!"

"Mmh... that’s the prostate, isn’t it? That spot’s going to be addictive. I’ll have to explore it properly later."

When his fingers found that firm, ridged spot, Kaelion pressed gently.

Hassan trembled beneath him, his voice catching in a breathy whimper.

Kaelion looked down at the ripple of taut muscle across his abdomen, drawn tight in reaction.