3.7

[Warning: Smut]

Curled up on the bed, I hugged the pillow and stared at the door he had left through a few hours ago.

Now that I was sober, I truly did not want to be here anymore. Yet each time I brought a dagger out of my space, System would nag me relentlessly.

System assured me I couldn't get pregnant without it letting me ovulate anyway. So no matter how many times

Damian had filled me with his seed, repeatedly overnight.

He threatened to plant a baby in my womb if I continued acting suicidal. He confidently acted like he could make a babe appear by choice.

It unnerved me to the point my sanity crumbled completely.

It was only until System reassured me that he was shooting blanks, with only one exception after he had lost his temper when I drunkenly goaded him.

But since I had not been ovulating, thanks to System, I could relax.