Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant! Chapter 52: Uncharted Depths

Despite the unfamiliarity of the situation, he couldn’t stop the waves of sensation from coursing through him.

He had no experience with anything like this, yet his body was responding in ways he couldn’t understand.

It was too much—he felt as though he was losing himself entirely.

Shen Xinghui felt far less composed now than when he’d been affected by the aphrodisiac from the Wombroot Aphroshidite Vine King.

Back then, his mind had lted into a foggy haze, unable to process anything clearly.

But now, his mind was sharp—he was fully aware of the situation.

And yet, his body was betraying him.

He was completely lting, trembling, and filled with an overwhelming, fluttering sensation.

"You’re so soft... but..."

Shen Xinghui knew exactly what Ignatius was referring to.

He had noticed it too, ever since Ignatius had revealed himself.

Glancing down to confirm his thoughts, Shen Xinghui’s eyes widened again.

Ignatius’s things was... massive.

It was very long, easily the length of a child’s forearm from elbow to fingertips.

Thick as well—about the size of a fist.

Could sothing like that, with its pronounced head and girthy base, even fit his small back entrance?

"Are you scared?" Ignatius asked softly.

"...Yeah," Shen Xinghui admitted, unable to lie.

But he would still accept it.

After all, he had taken the birth pill to prepare for this mont.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Xinghui steeled himself, tensing his abdon.

He had to trust in his unique skill—the one thing he could rely on in this situation.

It had to work.

The ability to ensured that he wouldn’t be broken, no matter how large the things that filled him.

When he’d first learned about it, he’d wondered what on earth his body would be expected to handle.

But now, he was grateful.

Without it, he might have bled out trying to accommodate Ignatius’s big dragon.

Dying mid-act from such an injury?

That was a fate too humiliating to even imagine.

Ignatius seed to hesitate while pulling his big dragon back slightly.

Shen Xinghui quickly leaned forward, grabbing onto him and pressing their lips together in a deep kiss.

He locked eyes with Ignatius and spoke firmly.

"It’s okay. My skill cos with an extra feature."

"An extra feature?" Ignatius echoed.

"Yeah... ah, right! It’s Expansion Adaptation Skill! That’s it!" Shen Xinghui exclaid, his thoughts scrambling but managing to recall the na.

Ignatius’ dark eyes blinked, clearly intrigued, as Shen Xinghui explained further, trying to reassure both of them.

"It’s part of the God of Pregnancy and Fertility’s Blessing Skill—a supplentary ability. It ensures I won’t get hurt, no matter how big your things is. The level is really high, so it’ll be fine. No tearing, no injuries."

He didn’t ntion that it might still hurt a little and deciding to swallow that part of the explanation.

"So, there’s no backing out now. Please... I want this," Shen Xinghui said, his voice resolute.

"Xinghui..." Ignatius murmured.

"I want you, Ignatius!"

With that invitation, Ignatius pushed Shen Xinghui back down and captured his lips in another searing kiss.

This ti, Shen Xinghui felt Ignatius’ fingers pressing against him.

Slowly, his body welcod them.

"Haa..."

A shiver ran through Shen Xinghui’s body, but there was no pain.

Normally, sothing like this should hurt—Ignatius’ hands were calloused and firm from years of wielding a sword.

But Shen Xinghui’s body accepted him easily, his insides tightening around Ignatius’ fingers as they pressed and explored within him.

Instead of discomfort, there was only an unfamiliar but undeniable pleasure.

"Hah... ahh... ah!"

"Does it feel good?" Ignatius asked, watching him closely.

"Y-yeah... it feels good..." Shen Xinghui confessed breathlessly.

This was dangerous.

His body was lting entirely, his insides overwheld by the sensation of being stretched and explored.

Maybe he had an innate talent for this sort of thing that he’d never known about before.

It certainly didn’t align with his ideal image of himself.

Over twenty years of life, and now this?

Shen Xinghui was facing a full-on culture shock.

As it turned out, he was a perfect deviant.

By now, Ignatius had worked three fingers inside him, spreading him with deliberate care.

Shen Xinghui felt no pain—only waves of pleasure rolling through him.

There was no way this was just because of the skill, right?

"Hahh!" Shen Xinghui gasped, his body arching as Ignatius’ movents reached deeper, unraveling him completely.

As Shen Xinghui felt fingers repeatedly thrusting in and out, an unbearable sensation welled up inside.

His trembling lips parted slightly, but a gnawing dissatisfaction lingered.

Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be his first ti?

"Xinghui," the other person murmured.

"Ignatius... I... I want more," Shen Xinghui stamred, his voice breathy with need.

Ignatius’ dark eyes briefly flashed with an intense, pained sharpness before softening again.

Suddenly, the fingers withdrew, leaving an emptiness that was quickly replaced by sothing hot pressing against him.

Slowly but steadily, it began to enter him.

The sheer mass of it filled him and causing his entire body to quiver.

"Aahh!"

A jolt of pain coursed through him.

He couldn’t believe his own body was managing to take it in—sothing so thick that it could have been the neck of a wine bottle.

The overwhelming size pressed into him, stretching him to his limits.

The friction between pleasure and pain blurred him together, leaving him unsure how to process it all.

Inside, a tight, gripping sensation began to build, intensifying with every motion.

It felt like he was teetering on the edge, his hips jolting uncontrollably each ti the sensation overwheld him.

A searing, indescribable current raced up his spine, sending his thoughts spiraling into chaos.

"Just a little more," Ignatius coaxed.

Shen Xinghui nodded his head weakly, exhaling as much as he could.

The relentless intrusion filled him completely, pushing further until it reached a stopping point deep within him.

When the pressure at that limit surged sharply, he lost himself in another wave of release.

"Ahh!" Shen Xinghui cried out.

"Xinghui," Ignatius murmured.