Chapter 431: Love Nest Part 3

I don’t know how much time has passed. Ever since I decided to accept Pandora’s love, time seemed to become even more jumbled, and the pain clouded any sense of time I might have had.

But I think a few months have passed because Pandora has finally started to slow down. Before, she maintained the same strong, relentless pace of thrusts and would always finish quickly to keep me filled.

Now she has reduced the force of her thrusts and also stopped finishing so quickly. And since she stopped climaxing every few seconds, I’ve finally managed to reclaim a little of my mind, enough to think.

And this slowing continued over the following days, until it reached the present, where Pandora has stopped thrusting altogether, even though her tail is still inside me. This means the egg no longer needs mana.

Which also means this thing I hate so much is finally going to come out of me. My hatred for this egg has only increased all this time; I can’t wait to get this thing out of me.

Anyway, thanks to Pandora stopping, I finally managed to sleep, even if it’s for at most two hours before waking up again because my body has forgotten how to sleep normally.

Months of sleep deprivation have completely destroyed any sense of how long I should sleep, but those few hours I finally got were the calmest I’ve had since this all began.

And when I woke up, I saw Pandora hugging me. She’s behind me, holding me tightly while keeping my legs spread apart. There’s so much semen in the chamber that the lower half of my body is almost submerged in it.

It must be about 10 to 15 centimeters of semen deep on the floor, an immense amount considering how large the cavern is.

But I don’t care about that. All that matters is that Pandora has finally stopped, even though my belly still aches because of the egg.

“P-Pandora?” I call out to her, trying to see if my punishment is finally over. Unfortunately, she doesn’t answer me. This makes me cry. I let out soft, sad sniffles because she’s still angry with me.

“…” A strange silence falls over the cavern, broken only by my sniffles. Normally, the cavern would be filled with the constant sound of Pandora moving in and out of me, accompanied by my moans.

Honestly… I feel uncomfortable with the silence. My entire world had become Pandora; everything was connected to her. The absence of that repetitive sound brings me discomfort and anxiety.

“Ghhmm…” I let out a pained sound as I feel the egg move inside me. Soon, I start to hear faint tapping sounds as the egg moves around more and more inside.

This makes me cry harder and grip anything I can find with all my strength while I struggle to breathe.

The sound and my crying seem to get Pandora’s attention. She hugs me tightly while stroking my belly. I look at her through my tears, realizing that in the end, the affection is still for the egg.

This fills me with jealousy, envy, and even more hatred. Even now, the egg is still receiving the love that should be mine. I truly start to wish this baby would just disappear. I don’t want it in my life.

It ruined everything for me. It shattered my happiness. It made Pandora hurt me and treat me badly. It made her fight with me and stop being gentle.

“Hmmm” I feel Pandora’s tail moving out of my body. As soon as it slips out with a wet ’plop,’ I feel uncomfortable and empty, while my pussy pulses with need.

Up until now, ever since this began, her tail was always there inside, occupying all the space. Not having it there anymore gives me anxiety and an unpleasant feeling of emptiness.

But that is soon replaced when I hear a cracking sound. Pandora becomes more alert while I grip her hands tightly. Everything falls briefly silent before another sound of something hard cracking rings out.

“Haaa…haaa…haaa” I take deep, rhythmic breaths, preparing for the pain. After a few more minutes, there’s a sound of something breaking, and I feel an unpleasant pain, as if someone punched my uterus.

The cracking sounds quickly increase as the pain worsens. I feel the shards of the egg cutting my uterus as something moves awkwardly inside, causing me terrible pain.

It’s as if the baby is fighting the egg for space while breaking it, and its movements make the sharp eggshell shards cut me. I squeeze Pandora’s hand with extreme force as my tears fall.

Unfortunately, it quickly gets worse. The baby starts hitting and poking around, looking for the way out. I moan in pain, feeling it writhing inside me. I look at Pandora, seeking support, but she only has that empty gaze that makes me cry even more.

“GYYAAAAA” The baby seems to have found the exit from my uterus and starts trying to pass through. But it’s large, so it hurts immensely as it forces the entrance of my uterus to open.

I feel like I’m being torn apart from the inside as the baby tries to squeeze through the small opening to get out. The baby’s little feet kick and push against the eggshell fragments, which cut deep into my uterus.

I feel its soft little hands trying to make space in my vagina as the baby forces itself into the small opening, dragging itself out. Every movement is hell as the baby finally reaches my vagina.

I feel like I’m going to faint. Everything hurts. My vision is blurred with pain and tears, and my belly is a little less convex because the egg broke. I look down and see blood flowing from my vagina.

It’s too much blood for a single birth, showing just how deeply the baby is injuring my body. And every pain I feel makes my hatred for this little thing grow.

Wasn’t it enough to steal the love meant for me? Now it’s hurting me without even being properly born. Isn’t this baby a curse? It’s a plague born solely to torment my life. I would be so much happier without it.

“HHYYAAAAA” I let out another painful scream as the baby’s little hands emerge from my vagina, becoming visible outside. I push, trying to expel it from inside me, breathing all wrong, while Pandora just watches.

And after a long 30 minutes of suffering, the baby finally finishes coming out of me with a gush of blood that mixes with the semen on the floor. As the last part of the baby leaves me, despite the pain, I let out a sigh of relief at being free from carrying that thing inside me any longer.

I look at the baby on the floor. It’s a bit too large for a standard baby, but that only lasts a few seconds, and the baby starts growing rapidly until it’s about 80 centimeters tall.

It’s not really unusual; I expected this because Eclipsya was also born small and had a growth spurt in her first seconds of life. Besides, having something 80 centimeters long inside me would have completely torn my belly apart, so obviously, it could only grow outside my body.

I stare at the baby on the floor. It’s a little girl, about 80 centimeters tall, with blood-red eyes like Pandora and pink hair like me. She has a somewhat rebellious and explosive expression, but she also looks at me in a very needy and respectful way.

She has a pink dragon tail, a small pair of pink wings, and a small pair of pink horns, clearly showing the heritage she stole from me.

Looking at her is like seeing a miniature of myself, but with Pandora’s features. My own tail, submerged in semen, moves uncomfortably in the fluid, and my wings twitch.

She tries to crawl towards me, not caring about all of Pandora’s semen on the floor mixed with the blood. I truly think about kicking this hateful thing away. I don’t want it touching me. But I look at Pandora with sadness, knowing she’ll get angry with me, so I just stay still.

The baby climbs my body, making me groan in pain because this pest steps on my belly, making the egg shards cut deeper inside me. I suppress the urge to push her away as she comes to my chest and starts sucking my milk.

“…” I look only at Pandora, because if I look at this child, I might do something Pandora will hate, and I don’t want Pandora punishing me again.

I don’t even think of a name for this thing. I don’t want to name it. Pandora will do that. I don’t want to have anything more to do with this girl.

Pandora just continues hugging me while watching the little girl. I just close my eyes, tears falling. All that’s left for me is to hope that Pandora will be gentle with me again now.

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“Pandora Yandere, if I could kill you, I would,” I say to Pandora Yandere while I’m in the sea of consciousness.

“But you can’t, Pandora, because I am you. It’s not my fault I can’t let you out,” she says, keeping me locked here. I could only watch Zephyra suffer without interfering.

It was… unpleasant to see how I treated Zephyra so terribly. I treated her worse than I would treat any whore, to the point where Zephyra broke. It was strange to see Zephyra moaning and saying she liked being hurt while seeking my love.

I could only watch as for six and a half months, “I” destroyed Zephyra’s mind through exhaustion and repetition. And now Zephyra is giving our daughter a strange look.

But I can’t tell what it is, because her gaze is full of pure confusion. At least our daughter was born healthy and well, which is good news.

“Pandora Yandere, can I come out now? My daughter is born, and Zephyra needs me. I need to remove the eggshell shards from inside her and heal her properly… Besides, I think she’s not right in the head; she needs rest urgently.” I foolishly forgot that Zephyra isn’t me.

Unlike me, who can go months having sex without sleep, Zephyra can’t handle that. This small miscalculation destroyed Zephyra’s mind. I let my desire once again override reason.

And the “worst” part is that I feel nothing about it. It’s strange and uncomfortable to see Zephyra broken like this, but honestly? I feel no guilt. To begin with, having Zephyra love me when I hurt her is… kind of exciting.

It was only unpleasant because I felt I failed as a wife, since I was the one who caused her to suffer so much when I promised I would make her happy. I don’t like breaking promises, and I feel like this broke one.

“Yes, you can leave, Pandora. By the way, don’t hold a grudge against me. It’s not my fault you ended up here. It’s a natural instinct of the body to repress consciousness to focus 100% on the child.”

“Don’t forget, Pandora, you warned Zephyra that your body would act on its own. She was the one who was stupid and foolish to forget that fact.” When she says that, I feel like punching her face.

“You wouldn’t understand, Pandora Yandere.” I think the most degrading part of watching my body break Zephyra’s will was seeing Zephyra blame herself. I heard everything she said and saw everything.

I heard her begging, crying, and talking to me. I heard Zephyra blaming herself for “not being enough” while placing all the blame on herself.

She thought our act of love was a punishment. For me and her, at the beginning, this attempt to get pregnant was an act of pure love, but obviously, Zephyra’s mind couldn’t handle it, and for her, what was love turned into torture.

And since I’ve hurt her so much in the past, she started to think she was being punished for something. And honestly… I won’t fix this mindset… not because I don’t want to, but because I understand that when someone breaks, picking up the pieces doesn’t fix the person.

Zephyra will probably never return to who she was before, because she spent too long in this state of negativity, self-blame, and pain.

“I’m leaving, Pandora Yandere. Don’t bother me, because I’ll be busy,” I say, feeling myself leaving the sea of consciousness, the place I was forced to stay for months, watching my wife deteriorate.

“Of course. I wish you good luck, Pandora. By the way, maybe this is for the best? At least now you have a wife who likes it when you hurt her because she thinks it’s love, hahahaha.” She laughs maliciously before I disappear.

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