Chapter 258 – Sati Is Now My Private Pussy (1)
Fortunately, I didn’t end up getting fucked by my wives.
It was because of my body that I had already diped a tentacle that I didn’t want.
Most of the organs were torn and turned to mush, and the wounds that had been forcibly filled by the ‘holy helper’ were so full of holes that blood was leaking out. It wasn’t just blood coming out of those big holes, but also internal organs. .
It wasn’t enough that she poured out all the energy she had to save Sati, and even her life force was poured into her, so she was in a state of almost suffocation, and even the twenty-two-year-old hero wives couldn’t help but feel that I was already fucked. I couldn’t let it happen again.
On the contrary, I had to take measures to prevent myself from being screwed any further.
Moreover, it was impossible for my wives to immediately recover from such serious injuries.
When I was harassing that tentacle bastard, I only focused on immediate recovery and didn’t think about the future, so the muscles and bones that were twisted by forcefully attaching them here and there were causing problems as soon as I fixed them with recovery magic.
I heard later that the shin bone was on the arm, the ribs were on the silence followed, and so on.
For some reason, I felt like something was a bit uncomfortable.
Anyway, I wanted to do something about my body, which was a bit of a mess even when I thought about it, as I was in a situation where I was certain to be crippled if I restored it, and if I left it alone, I would die from the wounds.
The method my wives chose was to first disassemble my entire body and then reassemble it.
Hoaran, the great sorcerer, Carmina, the necromancer, and Justitia, the dragon.
The three people joined forces and somehow healed my body through a combination of witchcraft, necromancy, and magic.
It was a major surgery, with Carmina holding on to my soul so that it wouldn’t leave, and Hoaran and Justitia untangling the tangled muscles and moving the strangely stuck bones back to their original positions.
There was no time for anesthesia or anything, so seeing the bones being moved and the muscles loosening on the spot was a bit grotesque and really, really painful.
Anyway, after going through the reassembly process, I was able to survive thanks to the recovery magic and healing spells that the three people poured in.
Even though the recovery process was really painful.
When there was a lot of blood in my head, I didn’t feel anything while taking the tentacle water, but I wonder why it hurt more when it was all over and I got treatment.
I survived thanks to that, but… It was truly an experience I never want to have again.
Anyway, even after the major surgery called Hanzo Reassembly, which the wives worked together to complete, he was unable to move for several days.
Even though I used up all my energy, I was so drained of life that I couldn’t even move a finger, so I had to stay in bed for a week, unable to do anything without the help of my wives.
A week later, when the vitality that had recovered to a small degree and the energy that had begun to build up in my body began to circulate again, my physical condition improved very quickly thanks to the gift that made me much stronger than before.
Originally, even though I could use the abilities of other races, my gift was only at a level below the original, but as my gift evolved further, I was able to strengthen its abilities to several times that of the original with just a little more effort.
I didn’t want to stay in bed all day, so I worked hard all day. As a result, I felt somewhat better after 3 days, and after another 3 days, I was able to walk on my own, and another day later, I finally recovered to the point where I could get an erection. Done.
It’s been a really long time since I spent two weeks just recovering.
During the zoo attack incident, I became fine in a day, and during the Kingdom of Narmer, I was sober and moved around well from the first day, but this time, I was really lying down for the rest of my life.
However, I was in a state of illness that other people would have needed several years of treatment for, but it only took two weeks for me to feel fine, so I wasn’t in bed for long.
Anyway, what I learned is that it is nowhere near the level of a troll, which can recover even if its body is split in half, or a slime, which can recover from any state of its body unless its core is shattered. However, the recovery ability of werewolves, which boasted excellent recovery abilities, has evolved further. It was no joke because one gift multiplied several times.
At this point, I was recovering at such an incredible rate that I wondered if I had reached a point where I could be put back together even if I were torn in half like a troll.
Of course, I had no intention of checking if that was really the case.
However, the cost of recovering so quickly was not without consequence.
My wife, who was busy nursing me while I was lying motionless and didn’t say anything when I was able to walk again, started nagging me, which she had been putting off until now, when they found out that my dick had fully recovered from its erection.
Starting with asking why he left without contacting me, I had to listen to him nagging me for an entire day, asking me if I thought my body was invincible, or other such nagging comments.
Not only was I nagging, but I was so busy doing everything I couldn’t do before that I got so sick that I almost had to lie down.
I had been in a state where I couldn’t even erect my dick for two weeks, and I couldn’t help it because Lilith, who was growing up, and Justitia, who would die without my semen, started to look extremely emaciated.
No, if Justitia had not had a dressing she would have been in real danger this time.
Since it was my semen, it seemed like I was able to survive by eating that at least.
Anyway, even though I couldn’t help it, after being squeezed so much by Lilith, who was suffering from frustration and hunger for two weeks, and Justitia, who was withering, I had to do the same to the other wives, so I squeezed semen until my balls were really empty. It was so fucking hard.
Thanks to that, her wives’ power was sucked into the level drain again, so her recovery from her injuries was faster.
Even though it was my body, it felt like it was becoming a really strange body.
Anyway, in addition to the level drain through the mandatory defensive battles that only started again after the second week, the werewolf’s regenerative power, which was running at full capacity 24 hours a day, was added, so it was safe to say that I was completely fine now.
I was somehow able to keep the ending I wanted, of dying of old age surrounded by her wives and my children.
Now all that’s left is.
Unlike me, I was waiting for Sati, who had been lying unconscious for over two weeks, to wake up.
“You’re sleeping really well.”
Hold, hold.
The satyr, who had been begging for more than two weeks, stabbed Sati in the cheek.
Even though the witches of the Ivory Tower managed to rescue them and successfully separate them from those damn things, and the satyrs who were kidnapped along with Sati and who were just sleeping at the time came to their senses and safely delivered them to the world government, Sati is still unconscious. It was a state.
I was concerned that something was wrong, so I checked Hoaran, Carminae, and Justitia for Sati, but it was determined that her body condition was very healthy.
Of course, as Sati was the second seriously injured person after me, the way my treatment ended was also thanks to the personal treatment of Sati by his wives.
Of course, my body had to be very healthy.
Actually, it was a problem because it didn’t wake up even though it was so fine.
Hoaran and Carmina said that although his body was already completely healed, he had suffered a profound psychological and spiritual shock, and that was why he did not wake up.
My body has recovered a long time ago, but I have to say that it is still not in much better condition.
Still, I was told that I would come to my senses soon, so I just waited.
“I have to wake up quickly and pay off my debt. “You debtor.”
While muttering that, I touched the broken horn of the sleeping Sati who owed me his life.
I learned later that horns were very important to the satyr race.
The bigger the horns and the redder the hair, the stronger the satyr.
Aside from hair, horns seem to be an organ that helps satyrs manage mana.
Anyway, Sati, who had long horns and pink hair, was quite a talent among satyrs.
Now, one of the horns is broken in half.
As I was carefully touching Sati’s left horn, which had become permanently crippled because it had not healed even with resuscitation or treatment from my wives, I felt a presence outside.
After my treatment is over, of course it won’t be Hoaran or Carmina who are concentrating on purifying again every day, or Justitia who is working on the ‘Heavenly Armor’ and ‘Dragon Claw’ that have been completely destroyed and need to be made anew. That’s it.
It was either Karura or Lilith, but these footsteps were not Karura.
Then…
“Are you here, Lilith?”
I said that to Lilith, who came in after the door opened, and when Lilith saw me like that, she looked at Sati who was still lying down and said,
“Okay, I’m here. “It’s very sincere, really.”
Lilith sat next to me and snorted, “Hmph.”
I know why Lilith is doing this, she said.
“If it were you, it would be like this, so don’t be too jealous.”
“…Aren’t you jealous? And, if it were me, I wouldn’t have to lie down like this.”
That’s true, though.
It was hard to imagine Lilith lying down injured or something.
Among the twenty-two heroes, Lilith, who was by all accounts the strongest in terms of personal power, was not the type of person to lie down if she hurt someone.
Still.
“Lilith.”
“…Why?”
“Thank you.”
Although it must have been unpleasant for the wives, I felt sorry and grateful to everyone who tolerated me nursing Sati while waiting for her to wake up.
It was my wife who took care of Sati while I was lying down.
Besides that…
I was thankful that they decided to accept my stubbornness for this and that.
