After leaving ho, Yukio imdiately hurried to the nearest pharmacy.
The distance wasn’t particularly long, but it beca the second most humiliating journey of her life so far.
The first humiliation had occurred just yesterday when Roland forced her to wear the Buzz Buzz the vibrator ball, while shopping, nearly causing her to die of embarrassnt.
And now, barely a day later, she was facing another humiliating ordeal.
Though Yukio appeared composed as she walked, only she knew the true state of her body.
This wasn’t to say she had any dical issues; rather, her body was still carrying a large quantity of baby making substances from her son-in-law.
In plain terms, her womb was full of Roland fertile energetic sperm which may attack on her little eggies.
Yukio had initially believed she had completely purged these sen during her bath. However, the amount she had eliminated was like the lted snow from the past two days—rely the tip of the iceberg.
The real bulk of it remained hidden in the unfathomable depths of her body.
As Yukio hurried along, the deadly substance sloshing within her abdon, she beca acutely aware of the inhuman treatnt she had endured during the past twelve hours.
Clearly, the remaining residue was beyond physical removal; her body would have to absorb it on its own.
All she could do now was quicken her pace to the pharmacy. Too much ti had already passed, and she feared that further delay could lead to serious irreversible complications.
What humiliated Yukio even more was that as she sped up, the sloshing sensation in her abdon grew more pronounced, as if constantly reminding her whose property she now was. It was truly...
Looks like I’ll have to change my panties again when I get back. But this ti, it’s not my kitty fault—it’s Roland baby juices!
To make matters worse, she ran into several acquaintances along the way, forcing her to stop and exchange awkward greetings.
"Madam Yukino, I heard you’ve been unwell these past few days. Are you feeling better now?" A well-dressed woman greeted Yukio.
"Ah, Madam Hayama, thank you for your concern. As you can see, I’ve recovered quite a bit," Yukio replied, patting her stomach.
"Indeed, your skin even seems fairer and more radiant than before. You’ve been taking excellent care of yourself, Madam Yukino"
"Ahem, well... it’s just a few little tricks, nothing worth ntioning."
"Little tricks, you say? Could you perhaps share them with , Madam Yukino?" Mrs. Hayama seed to catch the fleeting hint of embarrassnt in Yukio’s eyes. As if suddenly understanding sothing, she flashed a knowing smile, as if to say, "I get it~."
"I’m afraid these tricks are strictly personal and can’t be shared."
"So they’re truly secrets that can’t be revealed? What a pity." Unlike the traditional and reserved Yukio, Mrs. Hayama, a seasoned woman of experience, imdiately recognized that Yukio’s newfound radiance wasn’t due to skincare products alone.
This youthful vitality, as if newly awakened, could only arise from parched earth nourished by spring rain after years of drought.
At that mont, a gurgling sound, like the rumbling of the hungry stomach, suddenly erupted from the abdon Yukio had been stroking.
schlop!
Mrs. Hayama, seemingly realizing what the sound ant, instinctively covered her mouth in astonishnt.
The sound had a viscous quality that was almost unbelievable.
"I apologize. I’ve been having diarrhea lately. I should hurry and get so dicine. Let’s talk again another ti," Yukio said, her own surprise evident from this sudden surprise from her own body.
"You really should hurry. This kind of thing can’t wait. I won’t keep you any longer, Madam Yukino. Please go quickly," Mrs. Hayama replied. She couldn’t tell if Yukio was genuinely having diarrhea. If not, what kind of extraordinary act could produce such a sound?
Regardless, Yukio clearly had urgent business. Not wanting to intrude, Mrs. Hayama quickly took her leave.
It was only then that Yukio’s face began to burn crimson with embarrassnt. Now you understand why she called this the second most humiliating mont of her life, right?
After all, Yukio had always maintained a particularly traditional and conservative image in public. If others were to discover the absurd things this supposedly conservative woman had been secretly doing with her to be son-in-law who also happens to be not even half of her age, how could she ever face anyone again?
She’d be utterly mortified!
Yukio clearly noticed the shocked expression on Mrs. Hayama’s face as she left. Given the woman’s flirtatious nature, Yukio had no doubt she would imdiately jump to the wrong conclusion.
And if Mrs. Hayama were to learn through so channel that during this period, the only man in Yukio’s household was her son-in-law...
Ahhh!!!
Was today really her unlucky day?
Why did she keep encountering such humiliating and infuriating situations which she can’t even fight against?
Yukio couldn’t help but despairingly rub her forehead. But she knew this wasn’t the ti to waste. She had already delayed long enough; the longer she waited, the more dangerous the things inside her would beco.
Left with no other choice, Yukio reluctantly suppressed her irritation and continued toward the pharmacy with bigger strides.
But she never could have imagined that today’s troubles would be so nurous. Before she even reached the pharmacy’s entrance, sothing even worse made her face darken.
No, no, it wasn’t that walking too fast had shaken up the babby batters inside her.
It was simply a call from Roland.
Of course, Roland calling her wasn’t inherently irritating. She usually kept his number pinned to the top of her contacts, secretly hoping he would call her more often.
What irked Yukio was what Roland was about to say...
"My beloved wife~, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" Roland teased over the phone, never missing a chance to flirt with Yukio.
"Just get to the point, Roland. Your ’wife’ doesn’t have ti for any gas right now," Yukio replied, not minding the nickna—as long as it was kept private.
"Alright then. Have you reached the pharmacy yet?"
"Not yet, just a few more steps."
"Then congratulations! That’s the good news, I suppose~."
"Why?"
"Because Haruno seems to have gone out. She might be following you. If she sees you entering the pharmacy..."
"What? That girl is actually doing sothing like that..."
"Don’t turn around, or she’ll get suspicious if she sees you."
"I understand... But wait a minute. Are you deliberately saying this to scare Aunt Yukio so she won’t buy the dicine?"
"Well~, I did think of that, but Haruno really did go out. You can ask Yuki if you don’t believe ."
"Fine... I get it." Yukio hung up, her emotions conflicted.
What Roland said was likely true. After all, Haruno had ntioned wanting to go stroll with her earlier.
Why would Haruno suddenly want to go stroll with her? It was clearly just an excuse to follow and monitor her.
From this perspective, the possibility of Haruno secretly tailing her right now was very high.
If Roland’s call had co even a mont later, and she would had already walked into the pharmacy, Haruno might have intercepted her at the door, exposing her purchase of the dication.
When did that girl beco so cunning?!
Yukio felt utterly exasperated.
How could things have aligned so perfectly against ? If I had left just a minute earlier, Haruno wouldn’t have seen , and I’d probably be back ho with the dication by now.
Now, with Haruno tailing her, she dared not enter the pharmacy, making it impossible to obtain the crucial dication that holds the power to change her life.
Without this safety net, she risked paying the ultimate price—her life.
Damn it! What am I supposed to do now? Do I really have to gamble on my safe period?
For now, it seed like her only option.
Haruno, Haruno, do you even realize the consequences of your actions? You might just end up with another sibling and a stepfather!
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