Chapter 148: DON’T YOU FUCKING GET IT?! I Want Benjamin Mark Too!

Since Benjamin seemed like he was still okay, his cock still hard, chest heaving but eyes clear, body steady, it was inevitable, right?

We’d fuck now, right?

“Hey, Benjamin… I don’t feel pregnant at all…!” At Roselyn’s voice, I could feel things cracking inside my head and soul. She lifted her head weakly from where she lay beside Miss Isabelle, golden eyes half-lidded and dazed. “Let’s fuck one more time to make really, really sure it wor—huh? Clay, is everything alrigh—! Ahh!!”

CRASH!!

“Roselyn?!”

“Roselyn! A-Are you alright?!”

“…Clay! Why did you do that?!”

Benjamin, Miss Isabelle, and Claire all said respectively, gazing and glaring at me…

My hands were still outstretched from having shoved Roselyn so hard, her body flying backward across the bed, her skull smashing a cavity into the wooden wall some feet away with a sickening thud.

The impact splintered the bark slightly, small cracks radiating outward like spider webs—before she slid down to the ground in a limp heap, a bit dazed but still alive.

I had used magical strengthening to make sure it hurt like hell. I’d hold back a little, though.

But oh, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I felt so greedy and selfish, but…

My sister tried to speak again, “Clay, c’mon tell us what’s going on wit—”

“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!” My scream resounded and echoed afar beyond the room. “YOU’VE ALL BEEN FUCKING SINCE YESTERDAY, ENJOYING YOUR TIME WITH BENJAMIN MARK…! WHAT ABOUT ME?!”

I was standing on the bed, looking down as I screamed without abandon, the tears pouring so much I couldn’t see anymore.

“I… I was…” I struggled to wipe the tears off with the back of my hand, smearing them across my cheeks in hot, salty streaks. “W-Waiting for you all to get exhausted… And… And fall asleep, so I can have him all to myself… But you all just won’t fucking die–i mean, sleep!”

Haahh… I knew it.

I’ll probably be hated now, for being greedy, and tactless, and not reading the room.

I’m sure all of them, even Benjamin, are currently wearing faces of disgust toward me.

My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a rope around my ribs and pulled hard.

My knees shook beneath me, threatening to give out again, and my skirt was still bunched high around my hips, deep blue panties long discarded somewhere on the mattress.

But I don’t care at all. I may as well say everything too.

“Roselyn, you idiot! Is one dose of sperm not enough to fertilize your dumb eggs?!” I shot her a glare, my voice splintering on the last word. “And Miss Isabelle is such a damn cock lover! And Claire is a whore too! And a colossal thief! And I’m soooo mad! At all of you! Even you, Benjamin!”

The tears still poured, but I was weirdly running on some high, so I wanted to use this rare surge of confidence to say anything.

My voice echoed off the curved wooden walls, bouncing into the vine bridges outside, probably carrying farther than I intended.

But I still didn’t care. For once, the words weren’t stuck behind my teeth, or hiding inside my head.

I faced Benjamin and jabbed a pointing finger at him, arm trembling but steady enough to keep it aimed straight at his chest.

“You…! Can’t you see I’ve been calling you?! Leaving me out like that; it’s cruel! I… I want you to fuck me silly too…! I want you to also p-pull my hair! I also want you to grab me and shoot your sperm inside my womb, DON’T YOU FUCKING GET IT?!”

…Eh…?

With that last scream, something clicked in my mind.

What… have I been saying so far?

I was currently pointing at a surprise-eyed Benjamin. His blue-diamond eyes had widened, lips parted slightly, fair skin still flushed from everything that had happened.

The rest were all looking at me astonished; Roselyn with a drop of blood running down her forehead from where her skull had hit the wall, Miss Isabelle propped up on one elbow with her light green hair in disarray, Claire sprawled on her side with her violet bob matted and her lips still swollen.

Wait, wait, wait!

I actually pushed my teacher in reality?

Hold up! I wasn’t abusing everyone in my mind just now? Don’t tell me I actually said all those words out?!

Oh no… I’m in trouble…

H-How do I explain my way out of this one?!

Telling them I was joking probably won’t cut it…

“Uhm… Uh, I…” I tried to say something, but nothing was coming to mind.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, voice dying in my throat.

My finger slowly lowered, hand falling limp at my side.

Sigh…

At the end, I always spoil things for myself due to my timidity.

“…Wh… whatever you have to say to me…” I bent my head down, staring at the soft green sheets beneath my bare feet. “You can just say it.”

Yes.

I did say and do those things. And I’m sorry if it hurt any of them…

But they were my real intentions. And it should be the first time in 47 years since my birth that I was speaking my mind like this.

So I’ll take whatever comes next—the yelling, or rejection, or disgust, anything at all. At least I finally said something.

That’s one load off my ches—

“My, th-that was the loudest I’ve ever heard Clay speak…”

Eh? Miss Isabelle was smiling at me…

What hell does she have planned for my deviance?!

Her green eyes were soft, almost amused, lips curved in a gentle, tired smile despite the sweat still clinging to her brow and the way her small breasts rose and fell with lingering breaths.

“C’mon, you should have reminded me,” Roselyn looked away a bit shy, scratching the back of her head with one hand while the other wiped the trickle of blood from her forehead. “Well, I did hog him all night. Sorry.”

Eh?! No, no! I’m the one supposed to be apologizing! I pushed yo—

“And that shove was amazing. You’re getting even more stronger!”

That is beside the point, Roselyn! But thank you!

I glanced at Claire, then she smiled and put a hand on her waist, still naked, with her small breasts heaving, thighs slightly slick with everything that had happened.

“Clay has always been vulgar and dirty, but mostly in her mind,” she flashed me a toothy smile, voice hoarse from screaming earlier. “I never knew she’d come out and speak like this. Sorry for ignoring you, Clay.”

As my elder sister said that, I became calmer.

So she knew how my usual train of thoughts went? She should have said something earlier; now I feel dumb.

But hearing her acknowledge it without judgment, and just fact, it made the knot in my chest loosen a little.

“F… Forgive me, Clay.”

Ah, Benjamin too?!

He moved forward slowly, still naked, cock finally softening but still impressive, fair skin flushed across his chest and collarbones, light brown hair tousled and damp.

His blue-diamond eyes were wide with genuine concern, brows furrowed, lips parted like he wanted to say more but didn’t know where to start.

The light-heartedness settled over the room like a warm blanket.

No one was angry, it seems. And no one was actually disgusted.

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