Chapter 52: The Price of Conception

To conceive a Star God’s Egg was an act only a Demonic God possessed the power to achieve.

Despite this formidable requirement, Xiamiya was, in fact, expected to do nothing during this entire process. She simply needed to lie quietly on the bed, surrendering her body to Youka.

First, Youka’s formidable power would surge into Xiamiya, meticulously guiding the soul energy within her to begin its formation.

Simultaneously, Youka would utilize her own body as a conduit, briefly opening a gateway from the mortal realm to the Starfall Palace.

This connection would draw forth the Star God’s consciousness, allowing it to attach itself to the nascent Star God’s Egg forming within Xiamiya.

Xiamiya’s profound fear of conceiving the Star God’s Egg stemmed from one crucial fact.

The process itself would inflict intense agony, not only during the eventual birth but also throughout the very construction of the egg within her.

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And so, with a heart heavy with apprehension, Xiamiya embarked upon her fourth conception.

“Ooh-ooh-ooh…”

As Youka’s lips gently brushed against the Demonic God’s abdomen, a potent and enigmatic power began to surge from Youka’s body, slowly infusing into Xiamiya.

Concurrently, as the corridor between Xiamiya’s body and the Starfall Palace solidified, a torrent of raw, violent energy from the Starfall Palace flooded into Xiamiya.

That power, like a jolt of electricity, rapidly coursed through her entire being, causing her body to convulse uncontrollably. She felt an unprecedented surge of energy within her, as if every cell was electrified.

Yet, at the very same instant, an excruciating pain radiated swiftly from Xiamiya’s abdomen, engulfing the maiden’s entire body.

It hurt!

It hurt so much!

‘It’s killing me!’

Despite her abdomen remaining flat, Xiamiya felt as though her belly would burst from the terrifying force pushing against it. It was as if a bloodthirsty monster had materialized inside, tearing at her with sharp claws.

Under the relentless assault of this agony, Xiamiya involuntarily let out waves of pained moans.

Soon, under this horrifying stimulus, the Demonic God’s tears streamed down her face, her eyes wide and rolled back, her pupils losing focus. Her body instinctively tried to struggle.

However, Youka, having anticipated this, had already bound Xiamiya’s limbs with silver threads, rendering the Demonic God’s struggles utterly futile.

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Based on her previous experiences, Xiamiya expected to quickly lose consciousness due to the intense pain and the influx of power.

Yet, this time, Xiamiya found that she didn’t immediately faint.

Not only that, but her body, amidst the torment, seemed to be experiencing a peculiar sensation.

“This… what… what’s happening to me? This feels… strange, so strange?”

Xiamiya whispered, utterly bewildered.

It hurt so much.

But why? Why did it also feel… somewhat pleasurable?

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Meanwhile, the Doll-like Maiden, who had been kissing and licking Xiamiya’s abdomen, narrowed her eyes slightly and let out a playful smile upon seeing Xiamiya’s body writhe.

‘It appears to be going smoothly,’ the Doll-like Maiden mused internally.

Indeed, the culprit behind Xiamiya’s odd sensations was none other than Youka.

Her immediate goal was to swiftly summon all high-tier combatants from the Starfall Palace, thereby gaining the power to conquer this world and prevent a repeat of past failures.

However, considering Xiamiya’s aversion to pain and her general reluctance to cooperate with conception, Youka had devised a rather unusual plan.

If her master feared the pain and disliked the process, then Youka would simply attempt to transform the pain into pleasure.

As long as her master became addicted to the process, making her ‘conceive’ again in the future would be child’s play.

Thus, earlier, while helping Xiamiya bathe, Youka had seized the opportunity to apply some indescribable, peculiar concoction onto Xiamiya’s body—a potion that could make a person feel… strange.

Consequently, with the aid of Youka’s special concoction, the Demonic God’s body became incredibly sensitive.

The influx of Starfall Palace’s power into her body should have been an agonizing experience. Yet, as the potion took effect, each jolt of pain and every convulsion was accompanied by soft moans of pleasure.

Though the Demonic God tried desperately to restrain herself, the intense stimulation was too potent, easily overwhelming her already wavering willpower.

Thus, strange, muffled sounds began to escape from Xiamiya’s slightly parted lips.

“Mm~ ah~… No, I can’t take it anymore…”

Her voice echoed in the silent room, remarkably clear and alluring.

Gradually, Xiamiya’s breathing grew more rapid, her chest heaving violently. A thin sheen of sweat appeared on her skin, reflecting the soft moonlight.

Xiamiya’s cheeks flushed a deeper crimson, like ripe red apples. Under the intense stimulation, Xiamiya gripped the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles white from the strain.

Not only her fingers but her toes too curled in response.

Furthermore, due to the overwhelming stimulation, the Demonic God’s newly changed underwear was instantly rendered unusable.

“Stop, stop, Youka, no, I can’t…”

The maiden’s voice was laced with a sob and a hint of pleading.

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Alas, Youka had no intention of stopping.

Every reaction from Xiamiya was well within her expectations. In fact, it was even better than she had imagined.

Listening to the Demonic God’s suggestive moans, a flicker of satisfaction crossed Youka’s calm, silver-white eyes. She watched Xiamiya’s reactions intently, continuing to channel power into her master’s body.

“Keep going, Master. It will be over soon.”

“Ooh-ooh-ooh… Youka, you, you’re naughty…”

Xiamiya, gasping for breath, complained weakly.

But soon, the Demonic God’s complaints grew fainter.

Because, under the relentless, maddening stimulation—both painful and pleasurable—Xiamiya’s already limited stamina was gradually depleted, and her consciousness began to blur.

The moans of pleasure slowly subsided, and the maiden’s body eventually ceased its tremors.

“Mm-hm… so, so sleepy…”

Finally, after several peaks, Xiamiya’s vision blurred, and her eyelids grew heavy, closing completely. Her consciousness was firmly pulled by an unknown force, swallowed into an endless abyss.

The Demonic God had fallen into a deep slumber.

Once her consciousness departed, Xiamiya’s body relaxed, her breathing becoming steady and slow, as if she had entered a profound state of sleep.

Sensing Xiamiya’s condition, Youka severed her connection with the Starfall Palace. She knew perfectly well that her master’s body and mind had reached their limits.

To continue would surely short-circuit her master’s already fragile mind.

“Four times in a row, then? Master’s endurance seems rather good,” the Doll-like Maiden remarked objectively.

As Youka gazed at Xiamiya’s flushed face, a fleeting, almost imperceptible tenderness seemed to flicker in her eyes, though it quickly reverted to her usual calm and detached demeanor.

Immediately after, Youka deftly produced a towel and, with practiced ease, cleaned Xiamiya’s unconscious body before dressing her in a fresh set of clothes.

Carefully pulling the blanket over Xiamiya, Youka uncharacteristically displayed a maternal smile.

“You worked hard. Good night, Master.”

After offering her blessing, Youka slowly departed from Xiamiya’s boudoir.

However, as she left, Youka casually slipped the sweat-soaked nightgown and the small underwear, drenched in an unknown liquid, into her pocket.

‘Mm-hmm, with these, it should last for a while longer…’