Sun-Sun's smug aura was practically radioactive as she leaned against Gabriel's shoulder, sipping her drink with victorious elegance. Her bump was subtle, her smugness was not—he could literally smell that shit oozing off of her.
She was very smug about it. Her leg-locking technique was working out quite nicely; with it, pulling out no longer worked—not like it would ever work on her.
She had drained it for everything it was worth. He was hers, body and soul.
Gabriel, in turn, was mentally counting the number of times he'd had to whisper "this is fine" to himself in the last 24 hours.
Spoiler: it wasn't fine.
And for anyone who was wondering, he had told himself that like 76 times—and the day wasn't even over yet.
There was only so much "it is what it is" a man could say before reaching his breaking point.
Then, as if his nightmares were being answered, the sound of Sonido could be heard being used.
Gabriel only had time to turn around before he heard it:
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS I HEAR ABOUT BABIES?!"
Apacci stomped into view, arms flailing, face red, spiritual pressure absolutely going through the roof. Her gaze snapped from Sun-Sun's stomach... to Gabriel's sheepish face... and then to the room where Neliel was currently laying. She was 100% pregnant—Gabriel didn't have time to put the seal back on.
Plus, she looked motherly, so his hunga bunga brain decided to give her a baby.
"You mean to tell me... you two— and Nel!" she jabbed fingers in every direction. "Everyone's out here spawning baby monsters while I'm just out here doing sit-ups and wondering why I'm craving pickles?!"
"Wait—you're not pregnant?" He was confused. Shouldn't she be pregnant?
She glared. "NO!"
Oh yeah, the seal was still on. Oh well, as long as no one vented the flame, he was fine.
Sun-Sun, sipping slowly from her drink, lazily added, "Well, not yet, anyway."
"You shut your smug, glowy, coconut-sucking face!!" Apacci pointed at her, red-faced. "How am I the last one?! I'm cuter than both of you!"
A voice chimed from behind.
"Correction—you're cuter than Sun-Sun."
Mila Rose stepped in, arms crossed, eyeing Apacci's outburst with a healthy mix of amusement and frustrated solidarity.
"Wait... you're not pregnant either?" Apacci turned, blinking.
Mila Rose rolled her eyes. "Nope. I actually thought I was, like, two weeks ago. Turned out I just ate five fried mantas."
Sun-Sun was practically levitating in joy now.
"Ohhh, this is precious. The two loudest ones? Still babyless? Sad, really. You two must really have no grip if he never nutted inside," she was, in fact, teasing them and fanning the flames, but they couldn't see that.
Apacci went full crimson.
"You—shut—up!"
Gabriel raised a hand. "Ladies, let's not—"
"YOU'RE THE CAUSE OF THIS!!" Apacci screamed, launching a sandal at his head with the force of a cannon.
He ducked.
The sandal hit a wall. The wall melted.
How?
Sun-Sun calmly noted, "That's a mood swing. Ten points to 'Definitely Ovulating.'"
"GAHHHH!!" Apacci screeched, charging Gabriel with the fury of a woman scorned and extremely baby-deprived.
Mila Rose grabbed her by the back of the shirt. "Okay, let's not kill the king here, he looks drained."
Oh wow, she noticed. Good. Who could have thought keeping his inner demon at bay, while fucking women who have superhuman endurance—meaning they could go on for hours—shit felt like actually fighting Yamamoto all over again. Each session felt like that, as if he was being honest, he wasn't the gentle type.
And Sun-Sun had her ways. Neliel was strong. And Harribel... considering she knew him the longest, she by now had memorized his weakness— as in, she had a list of moves she used that should be illegal. Like, come on, spinning on it? That should be illegal.
And the breast-throat combo should not be spammed as much. Oh well, what could he do? If a technique works, he shouldn't blame the user.
Apacci struggled like a gremlin. "He better! And I want twins! No—triplets! I want my kids firing Gran Rey Ceros by the time they can sit up!"
Gabriel wiped a hand down his face. "...How is my life both heaven and hell simultaneously?"
Sun-Sun purred beside him, "You made us queens. What did you think you were signing up for?"
He stared into the middle distance, accepting fate like a man being dragged underwater by beautiful sea demons.
"...I'm never going to sleep again, am I?"
"Not unless it's with one of us," Sun-Sun said cheerfully.
Oh well, his sack would probably be empty for the rest of his life—or for the next few months until they all get rid of their baby disease, which all of them seemed to be possessed with.
He sighed.
He walked to Apacci, then put her over his shoulder, doing the same with Mila Rose. He just made his way toward the room. Fine—if that was their wish, who was he to say no? He was just but a humble servant. How could he possibly say no to their supreme order?