Has it been about three months? I’m not sure; time became a confusing mess for me ever since Pandora and I started having sex to get me pregnant. All I know is that everything has gotten worse with each passing day.

At some point, the egg inside me grew to a noticeable size, bloating my belly, and over time it got bigger. Now my stomach is like that of a pregnant woman’s while the egg is fully formed inside.

However, it being fully formed doesn’t help at all. Pandora made it clear from the start that the egg needs to be fed a constant supply of mana for a long time, so it will still take at least two more months for this thing to actually be born.

But I can’t take this anymore. I haven’t had proper sleep for so long that I don’t really know how things are outside.

All I know is that my entire body aches and I’m tired. On top of that, having this egg inside me while Pandora fucks me hurts so much; the egg is extremely hard and has an unpleasant roughness.

Every thrust from Pandora into my pussy makes the egg in my uterus scrape against its walls, causing me horrible discomfort, not to mention its size, which is much larger than I thought it would be.

The floor of the cave is partially submerged in semen at this point. When Pandora cums, her semen usually disperses into the air and part of it is absorbed, but the denser part of the semen remains here.

So, even though Pandora cums at least 1 to 3 liters every time she climaxes, only a small amount of that stays here. But since it’s been months since we started, the floor has become filled with this dense semen.

To the point where I’m partially immersed in this fluid. The smell in the cave is simply horrendous, because all that’s left is this dense semen everywhere.

Honestly, I can’t smell anything else besides this scent around here, and my mind is all muddled with pain and pleasure.

For me, this is just torture. And from the constant pain and discomfort, hatred emerges. But I don’t hate Pandora. I can’t hate her. I love Pandora, and even though she causes me pain, I don’t care anymore.

But I have to hate something for this pain, or I’ll break completely. So my mind turns to the egg. It’s his fault. I’m suffering because of this damned egg. It’s all the fault of this child growing inside me.

Before it, Pandora treated me well. Pandora was kind and loved me. But now, because of this damned egg, Pandora hurts me over the slightest thing. I hate this. I hate this egg.

I don’t want this thing inside me anymore. Having it inside me only makes everything worse. I want it gone from inside me.

“Hmmfm.” I feel Pandora’s tail entering my mouth. I lick and suck on it while waiting for my meal. This has repeated so many times that I’ve gotten used to her injecting semen into my belly this way.

But soon she cums, filling my uterus with semen. My eyes roll back in pain as the egg shifts inside my body. Pandora’s tail is soft, so even though it hurts to have her constantly having sex with me, it was still minimally bearable.

But the egg is hard, and its roughness only causes me pain. And the more pain it causes me, the more I hate it. I feel Pandora’s tail leaving my belly after filling it with semen.

I see the tail, dirty with saliva and semen, leaving my mouth while her other tail continues its rhythmic thrusting. I feel my back submerged in this viscous, warm fluid beneath me.

My hair is completely filthy with semen, all the strands stuck together. I look at the ceiling with tears on my face. I see Pandora’s gaze and miss her loving look from before.

‘It’s all this egg’s fault… I-It stole the love that was meant for me…’ I cry in despair, wondering how I can make Pandora like me again. I can’t take this anymore.

I move my hands to my extremely convex belly. The place where the egg is is so ridiculously obvious. I try to move my hands to push down.

Maybe if I get it out of my body, Pandora will stop doing this. But Pandora quickly notices my hands. The spirals in her eyes seem darker as she watches my movements.

I don’t know if she knows what I’m trying to do, but as soon as I move my hand to try and push the egg out, she moves her hands, grabbing my arms.

“P-Pandora, I-I… GYAAAAHHHHA!” I let out a terrible scream when she twists and breaks both my arms just because I tried to remove the egg. Her gaze is completely cold as she stares into my tear-filled eyes.

I start hyperventilating from the pain, and even in this situation, she continues thrusting her tail into my private parts. This increases my hatred for this egg.

She’d rather protect this egg than protect me. She who always said she loved me is now prioritizing this egg. This fills me with rage and jealousy.

Soon, I feel my arms recovering. I remember Pandora gave me a form of immortality, so my damage is transferred to her, but apparently that only works with serious injuries.

Meaning, her hurting me through sex still leaves all the damage and pain with me. This seems so stupid. Pandora protects me from death, but she doesn’t protect me from pain. I still feel the pain before the damage is transferred to Pandora.

My mind also doesn’t recover from the extreme exhaustion. In the end, the “immortality” Pandora gave me is full of flaws and only protects me from major wounds, but leaves all the pain and suffering for me.

It was probably made this way because, for Pandora, it wouldn’t make sense for small everyday injuries or the more complex psychological damage to be passed on to her. This only increases my tears because she doesn’t even protect me in this.

“H-Hic… w-why… t-this is so unfair… w-why don’t you love me anymore?” I speak tearfully, like a child who has realized her parents truly don’t love her anymore.

I move my newly recovered hands to my face. They’re covered in semen mixed with my tears. I want so badly to take this egg out of me, but I know if I try, Pandora will protect it.

“I hate this… I-I hate you… w-why did you have to c-come into my life and d-destroy my happiness?” I say to the egg in my belly. My tired mind seems fragmented.

I feel confused, stressed, lonely, sad, and full of hate. I wish Pandora would love me like before.

“…” I look at Pandora again. Her cold face is as beautiful as ever. The thought of losing all the happiness I had found seems to be destroying my mind.

Why does my happiness always have an expiration date? First, in my childhood. I was happy until my father decided to lock me in that room and deprive me of seeing the world, all because of that ability.

And now Pandora, who after we finally got along and loved each other, she starts treating me badly.

Maybe I’m the problem? Perhaps this is my mistake. Pandora is different from my father. She said she loved me, gave me freedom, sought to make me happy, and even tried to learn more about me to give me gifts.

And here I am, crying and complaining. Yes, this is probably all my fault. I’m suffering because I made a mistake. It’s not that Pandora doesn’t love me; Pandora loves me, but she’s punishing me because I was lazy.

I took advantage of her kindness and gentleness like a user. I lived in her castle just having fun, never actively seeking out Pandora. I loved her, but in a lazy way.

I hesitated when it came to fulfilling Pandora’s desires. I didn’t show love the way she wanted. That’s why I’m being hurt now.

‘Y-Yes… this is also love… she still loves me… I love her… I love Pandora too…’ My mind worsens with each second. My reasoning seems wrong somehow.

But this is the only way my brain finds to avoid collapsing and me turning into a motionless vegetable. My brain directs all the pain and pleasure Pandora causes me as love.

If she gives me pleasure, it’s because she loves me as much as I love her. And if she hurts me, it’s because she loves me more than I can handle. And so, I direct everything Pandora is doing to me as love.

I direct all the hatred, frustration, tiredness, and contempt toward my child. The egg inside me is to blame for everything bad that has happened these past few months. I hate it, hate it, hate it, hate this egg and the baby inside it.

“I-I’m sorry Pandora… I-I won’t resist… I-I was stupid again… I-I always resist your love… h-how foolish of me.” I open my legs wider so Pandora can get a better position.

“I-I can never give you anything… w-why am I so weak and useless… s-so all I can do is talk… I-I love you.” I say while feeling her tail messing with the entrance to my uterus.

“T-This feels good…” I say as I feel pain. I start desperately lying to myself that I like this. I like this pain because this pain is caused by Pandora.

And Pandora loves me, so I must accept everything she gives me as love. I resisted her love too much in the past. I won’t do that anymore.

“Hmmmm, t-this feels good, I-I love this ghmm.” While lying to myself with words, in my mind I spread words of hatred for this egg, because I truly feel that if I don’t love something and hate something else in equal measure, my mind will be completely destroyed.

And currently, there are only two things here for which I can express love and hate. But I can’t hate Pandora. That’s why I give love to Pandora and hate to the egg, because it’s easier to hate the egg than to try to deal with the mess that is my head.

“Hmmmm.” I feel her cumming inside me again.

“I-I love this P-Pandora… I-I adore… y-your semen.” I speak in a somewhat muddled way, my mind blank. This hot, viscous fluid filling me at least temporarily reduces the friction of the egg against my uterine walls.

I look at my breasts. They seem much larger than at the beginning. They’ve also been spraying milk for some time, though I don’t remember when it started.

I hold one and start squeezing it. Pandora already said she’d like to suck my milk someday. I give an idiotic smile to my breasts, imagining Pandora being gentle again and sucking on them.

I start playing with my breasts while talking about how much I love Pandora. Even though Pandora doesn’t respond, whenever Pandora causes me pain and pleasure, I say I love it.

100% of my senses are occupied by Pandora, which only helps deteriorate my mind into this illusion of love for Pandora.

Since I’m immersed in semen, all I feel is this warm, viscous fluid, so my sense of touch is completely tied to touching semen no matter where I move my hands or where my body is.

In my hearing, all I hear are my own moans and screams and the wet sound of me being fucked and Pandora cumming.

In my sense of smell, the only scent in this place is the unpleasant, intense smell of semen that surrounds the entire environment.

In my vision, all I see is my degraded body with its huge belly, semen everywhere, and Pandora fucking me.

And in my sense of taste, all I taste is semen. This is the only food and drink I have. And since in the end my brain is overloaded with Pandora, I start associating that everything is Pandora’s love for me and that everything bad is the egg’s fault, not Pandora’s.

In this little corner of our love, Pandora becomes my entire world. She is everything that exists in this space that keeps me alive.

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