121 Won’t I get pregnant?

"But…won't I get pregnant?" Annabelle's face was uncertain as she gazed at Ben.

The two of them had cleaned up, now dressed and sitting on her sofa. Ben had already thought about how to respond so he smiled with confidence. "Don't worry, you won't. I preserved my sperm's spiritual energy using an ancient shamanic technique…"

Who's to say the Perverted Divine Alchemist isn't an ancient shaman?

At this unexpected answer, Annabelle's eyebrows curved upwards. "Oh…how long have you been a practicing shaman?"

Ben contemplated a few seconds over the best reply… 'Sell it with confidence…'

He put on the self-assured face of an expert. "Practicing? Oh, I'm not a practicing Semen Shaman..."

A smirk spread on his face. "I've perfected it..."

…

Annabelle's eyes lit up. "Wow…you need to teach me sometime." Anything spiritual was interesting to her.

"Oh, don't worry…I will." Ben had many lessons planned…