After reuniting with Seomun Cheon, my daily life remained unchanged.
“Darling~”
Seomun Ye-jin, as always, clung to , her soft and supple body wrapping around mine and bringing a smile to my face.
“Seo-jun oppa!”
“Seo-jun-nim!”
“Master!”
“My beloved!”
The familiar chorus of voices greeted
each ti I returned ho, as all my wives—Seomun Ye-jin, Han Se-hee, Lee Ha-yeon, Moriya Yuka, and Kang Yu-ra—rushed to embrace . Their warmth and affection had beco a symbol of my everyday life.
The only significant change was the addition of one more wife to our family.
“You’ve returned, Seo-jun,” Ramisa greeted .
Unlike the others who eagerly flung themselves into my arms, Ramisa stood slightly apart, gazing at
with her golden eyes. There wasn’t a hint of shyness in her expression.
However, her gaze wasn’t indifferent. Those golden eyes were filled with unmistakable, deep affection for .
Her way of expressing love was different. Unlike the others, she didn’t rush or fight for attention. Instead, she patiently waited for her turn.
No matter how much ti we had as immortals, my wives and I, who had been born human, instinctively valued acting quickly and seizing the mont. Ramisa, on the other hand, had lived her entire existence as an otherworldly, immortal being.
For her, patience, calmness, and efficiency were second nature. By her reasoning, waiting for a mont when the others had stepped aside to share a quiet, private embrace with
was far more aningful.
“Ramisa, co here too,” I said, gesturing to her.
Ramisa glanced at
before responding in a voice filled with quiet certainty.
“There’s no point in squeezing into a crowded space, is there? Seo-jun, I want to embrace you as well, but I’ll wait until the others have moved aside.”
Her perspective was different, but it wasn’t an issue. In fact, her calm deanor only made her unique among my wives, a perfect balance to the vibrant energy of the others.
***
All of my wives sat comfortably on the bed, their bare bodies relaxed and at ease. Though it was the bedroom, and not a setting intended for intimacy, the peculiar detail was that they were all nude despite there being no imdiate intention of having sex.
“I wish I could have conceived your child earlier, my love… though I understand why it couldn’t be helped, it’s still a little disappointing,” Seomun Ye-jin said, gently stroking her abdon. Her blue eyes glimred with a blend of anticipation and maternal warmth, the happiness radiating from her utterly uncontainable.
Her joy was infectious. I couldn’t help but feel a similar warmth as I reached out to brush my hand through her indigo-tinted lavender hair, letting my fingers trail down to rest on her snow-white thighs.
“There was no other choice,” I said softly. “With the threat of The Fox That Devours Worlds, we had to be cautious until the world was saved.”
As much as I shared her regret, the circumstances had been unavoidable. Preparing to confront Hee-ah and protect the world had taken precedence. Unlike my wives, who were already targeted by association, I couldn’t bring children into such a dangerous world.
“Seo-jun oppa, will you set aside so ti for our child today as well?” Han Se-hee interrupted, clearly envious of the attention I was giving Ye-jin. She placed a hand on her stomach, her pink hair shimring as her crimson eyes glinted with hope.
Though often busy being revered as a saint and healing others, she had been spending more ti resting at ho since becoming pregnant. Her gaze sparkled with the expectation of sharing another intimate mont with .
“Of course. I’ll make ti for everyone,” I replied, smiling.
“Yes!” Han Se-hee exclaid with a radiant grin, nodding enthusiastically. At this, Lee Ha-yeon glanced at her own stomach, her pink eyes contemplative, and spoke.
“Seo-jun-nim, while the space you created gives us plenty of ti with its sixty-fold ti difference… the pregnancy feels so much longer. It makes the waiting feel endless.”
She wasn’t wrong. Spending ti in the pocket dinsion, where one hour outside equaled sixty hours inside, made the months of pregnancy feel like years. And with much of that ti spent in passionate intimacy, it was easy to lose track of ti. Even if I dedicated just two hours to each wife daily, it translated to five days in the dinsion for each of them.
Had I only had one wife, spending twelve hours a day with her would have ant experiencing hundreds of hours together in that space—a prospect both thrilling and daunting.
“I feel like I should have given birth by now…” Lee Ha-yeon murmured, gently touching her stomach.
I approached her and stroked her radiant golden hair, taking a mont to admire her unique beauty. With her mother being a French-Arican, she stood out from my other, predominantly East Asian wives. Even though her hair and eye color had changed due to mana’s influence, her mixed heritage remained striking, and our child would inherit a quarter of that legacy.
“That may be true,” she continued, “but if the pregnancy progressed too quickly, people might think sothing was off. I think it’s best to let the child grow naturally, as you’ve suggested, Seo-jun-nim.”
Moriya Yuka chid in, her white hair cascading as her golden eyes curved in a gentle smile. “I agree. Letting the baby grow at a natural pace feels right. It’s also important for the Moriya family’s successor to be born under the right circumstances.”
Her words carried weight. Just as Lee Ha-yeon’s child would inherit the Angel Guild, Yuka’s child was destined to be the next leader of the Moriya family. I wanted all of their children to be born in a world that celebrated their arrival.
“I think so too,” Kang Yu-ra added with a shy smile, tucking a strand of her silver hair behind her ear. Her crimson eyes were fixed on her stomach, and she looked genuinely happy.
Since exacting her revenge on Park Hyung-tae, the man who had killed her parents, and reuniting with her mother, Yoon Ji-hye, Yu-ra had beco much brighter. The existence of the child growing within her was yet another blessing, giving her a family she had long yearned for.
While my five wives were filled with joy and anticipation for their children, Ramisa sat a little farther away, her hand gently resting on her noticeably rounded stomach.
“How fascinating,” she murmured.
Though her belly had grown just like the others’, she didn’t wear the sa kind of blissful smile. For her, this experience was sothing entirely foreign.
“The reproduction of humans is still difficult for
to fully understand,” she admitted candidly, as always. “I comprehend it intellectually, but the concept of maternal love… it’s sothing I can’t grasp emotionally.”
Ramisa’s honesty reflected her nature as an otherworldly being who had always lived alone. With the alliance between Seomun Cheon and
securing the world’s safety, Ramisa had found a place to exist peacefully under my protection. However, as an immortal being, she still struggled to relate to the finite lives of humans and their instinct to reproduce.
For beings like her, creating offspring was akin to crafting creations or conducting experints. The idea of treasuring a child as sothing precious was entirely alien to her.
Even now, her pregnancy was only possible because she had assud a human form.
“Still, Ramisa, you don’t think the child inside you is without value, do you?” I asked gently.
She smiled and nodded. “You’re right, Seo-jun. Thanks to you, I’ve co to learn so much I didn’t know before.”
Her hand brushed over her stomach as she continued. “I still don’t understand maternal love. I can’t fathom why soone would sacrifice themselves for their child. If sothing happens, why not simply create another? But… because this child was created between you and , it does feel… special. It’s different because it’s ours.”
Hearing her words, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.
“You’ll understand more with ti. For now, just let yourself grow used to it,” I said reassuringly.
“I believe I already have. Although… Seo-jun, it seems that even while pregnant, I’ve found myself… aroused again,” she said matter-of-factly, her golden eyes glinting with a familiar desire as she gazed at .
“No way, Ramisa! It’s my turn first!” Seomun Ye-jin declared, quickly standing and linking her arm with mine.
Even while pregnant, my wives—imbued with inhuman strength and immortality—had turned daily intimacy into a part of our routine. But more than the physical acts, I cherished the genuine love they showed and their playful competition for my attention. They never fought out of spite, maintaining a balance of harmony and friendly rivalry that made every day enjoyable.
This life will continue, won’t it?
And it would. Forever, if I had anything to say about it. I would protect it, no matter what.
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