Chapter 122. A pregnant gorilla

(Asher’s POV)I spent the whole night exhilarated about learning mnemomancy that l barely had any sleep, thinking of different ways l could use this ability. Heck... l could even read people’s minds to see if they aren’t lying to me or something.

The next morning, I woke up early and stepped out of my room wearing only a boxer to wash my face. Once done, I jumped straight into my training routine. I sprinted for a while, did push-ups, and threw punches against the tree trunks. When I was done, the system rewarded me with 200 PP.

To be honest, it felt like adding a tablespoon of water to the sea—because I now had over 26,000 Pleasure Points l cultivated from the relentless fucking sessions I’d been having with the elves. Which meant I could use high-level magic now without ever worrying about running out of fuel.

After training, I was dripping with sweat, so l took out a small bottle of water l had with me and drowned it down. After that, l jogged back to the village, where I found the elf girls already walking around naked, preparing for the morning session.

But something was off. A group had gathered at a corner, some gasping, others whispering.

I frowned and walked over to see what was really going on.

Thalindra was crouched on the ground in the center of the group.

"What’s going on here?" I asked. Every pair of eyes turned to me.

The eldest elf woman, who was also present, glanced my way with a sly smile. "Oh, dear. It seems your seeds really are fertile."

I raised a brow. Huh?



"Thalindra here’s been vomiting a lot lately... and choosing what foods to eat. I think you scored, boy."

I gasped. Don’t tell me she’s pregnant? Out of all the women, she’s the first to show symptoms? This gorilla of a woman?

So... I’m going to be a father?

I didn’t know how to feel. Happy? Shocked? Confused? I mean... sleeping with these elves was just part of the deal to get the necklace of the key of Ascension. And they only slept with me to crossbreed and save their race from going extinct. There was no love. We were all doing it for our own benefit. But still...

I walked over and tapped Thalindra on the shoulder. "You might be terrifyingly gigantic with a thick skull... but it seems you’ve got some fertile eggs. Congrats."

She growled and slapped my hand away.


"Don’t you dare touch me, boy!" Then she stood up and stormed off toward the Matriarch’s chambers, closing the door behind her hard—maybe going to tell Elaris about her pregnancy.

I sighed. And honestly, among all the elves here, she’s the only one who seems to genuinely hate me.

I shrugged it off and asked two elf girls to bring me some water so I could wash off the sweat from my training.

They came to me, grabbed my arms, and dragged me to the bathroom. They didn’t even hesitate to pull off my shorts and started bathing me—one in front, the other behind.

From the way they acted, it was obvious they were horny. Or maybe they were just desperate to get pregnant like Thalindra and were eager for when they’ll start to milk every drop of semen out of me. But all in all, the bath was amazing even though the water was cold.

After the bath, I headed back.



Unlike the first time—when they tied me to a chair—these days, they let me do everything freely. No restraints or whatsoever. They even laid out some mattresses under a shaded structure just to make the crossbreeding sessions a little more comfortable.

As I stepped into the shade, surrounded by stunningly gorgeous, naked elves, my dick twitched to life in excitement. But before starting, I pulled out a bottle of Cougar’s Heat from my item store and downed it in one gulp.

I had already told the elves to stop forcing their bitter-tasting herbs on me.

The other girls began to sing and dance in a circle around me while I laid on the mattress. Their voluptuous breasts bounced with every movement, mesmerizing me.

I had to admit—I was living every man’s dream. Most guys would kill for even a quarter of these women. Yet here I was... with fifty of them, all waiting for my semen.

Then, one girl stepped forward.

This one had a petite body. Barely-there boobs. I glanced at her, and instantly, my mind compared her to Sharon. Same size. Same energy. Just thinking about her made my dick twitch even harder.

I groaned. Why the hell does thinking about Sharon make me this horny?

I must really miss her.

Time to finish up here and head home to see her.

The elf girl had a gentle, shy voice. She clearly wasn’t confident in her body. Which made me wonder—why do girls with small bodies, small breasts always seem so unsure about themselves?

Don’t they know they’re fucking sexy?



Well, I was about to show her just how sexy she was by making love to her like no one ever had.

She laid beside me—already naked—no time to waste.

I leaned in and kissed her to get her in the mood. My mind once again morphing her image into Sharon’s.

We kissed like long-lost lovers, only pausing for breath, then diving back in until our lips were sore. While we kissed, I whispered in her ear that she was the most beautiful girl in the fortress... and that her flowing black hair reminded me of my sister’s.

Before long, she was fully aroused.

Her pussy was dripping wet, clearly craving my cock.

I smiled and asked, "Wanna be on top? Or should I?"

She shyly shook her head. "You go on top."

I smirked, stretched her legs apart, and admired her beautifully trimmed pussy.

"I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?"

She nodded, smiling softly.

And then I...