"No... Last time, using a gun for such a thing was forced upon me. This time, I absolutely cannot do it this way again," Colneth cautioned himself inwardly.
He understood that coercing himself was one thing, but voluntarily bringing it upon himself was another.
Moreover, Colneth was well aware that if he were to truly do this, it would lead to irreversible consequences.
The fingers that had been sensibly exploring his delicate regions were abruptly withdrawn. He hastily readjusted his disheveled attire, his face burning with embarrassment from the explicit words he had just uttered.
Due to a milk leakage, both the sheet and duvet on the bed had become slightly damp. Feeling uncomfortable beneath the covers and weighed down by his own body, he was tempted to be lazy and avoid changing them.
Succumbing to drowsiness, he decided to quickly fall asleep. At that moment, the little one inside his abdomen unexpectedly kicked him, jolting him awake.
