Hernán pondered for a moment.
If she was asking him to wash her hair, it meant she wanted him in the bathroom with her—right now. Of course, that would mean Potty's naked body would be fully exposed to him.
But maybe it didn't matter, considering they had already had sex.
Come to think of it, Potty hadn't seemed too troubled by the idea of getting pregnant. Didn't she hold his hand during their last time together and mention she could get pregnant again even while already pregnant?
If that was the case, hesitating now would only make things more awkward for the timid girl.
Hernán quickly came to a conclusion and approached the bathroom.
As he got closer, Potty's eyes sparkled, and her ears perked up.
"Oh, come on in!"
As soon as Hernán reached her, Potty grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom.
He let himself be pulled, not resisting, worried she might slip if he tried to resist.
The bathroom was filled with heat and steam.
Potty's naked body shimmered in the mist. Her wet tail and thick, full hair were all in full view.
By the time Hernán's cock started reacting, Potty had already taken a seat on one of the bathroom chairs. Hernán sat beside her and subtly adjusted himself.
"You want your hair washed?"
"Yes."
She lifted her left arm.
Hernán could now clearly see the bruises hidden beneath her clothes.
The area around her left ribs had darkened with deep bruising, contrasting against the pale, almost translucent skin around it.
"That's a nasty bruise."
"It's getting better…"
Hernán frowned and cleared his throat.
"I'll apologize on Karine's behalf. I think she was really angry that day."
Potty's ears drooped.
"W-Well, anyone would be. I'd be angry too if I heard my lover slept with someone else…"
"Still, I'm sorry she hit you. It wasn't right."
The two exchanged awkward apologies—over something that, for them, was necessary just to survive.
Eventually, Hernán decided it was time to move on.
"We don't have all night. Come on, lean your head back."
He filled a bowl with warm water. Potty tilted her head and waited patiently for his touch.
As the water flowed over her pink hair, she gently pulled her ears back.
The warmth seemed to soothe her. Hernán poured more water carefully, making sure it didn't reach her ears.
By the third pour, her ears were practically folded back.
"Potty, if you keep folding your ears like this, they'll get wet."
"...Huh?"
She lowered her ears even more, not quite grasping what he meant.
Hernán reached out, intending to move her ears just a little.
"Eep!"
Potty jumped in surprise at the unexpected touch.
Unfortunately, the bathroom floor was wet and slippery—and she was injured, so she couldn't steady herself.
"Whoa!"
She started to fall.
Luckily, Hernán was behind her. He caught her just in time, and she landed safely in his arms.
"Are you okay?"
She trembled slightly, still seated in his lap.
"I... I'm okay. Thanks for catching me."
"Are you sure? It looked like it hurt."
"It's okay! I'm just glad you caught me."
She quickly pulled away, blushing down to her neck.
"H-Hernán..."
Even with her back to him, he could tell how flustered she was.
As a rabbit beast, Potty had a heat cycle.
But when was it?
Yesterday? Today?
Right now?
His headache wasn't helping his focus, but when he looked down, he realized his cock had already hardened again.
Even though Karine had made him cum earlier—it didn't seem to matter.
"You're bathing after me, right?"
"That's right."
"Then... do you want to wash together? I mean, you might not have time later..."
Technically, it was Potty's bath time now. But if they washed together, it would save time.
"That works."
Potty turned around, her face flushed with lust—the same look she'd given him before.
"C-Can I take it off?"
"I'll help. You're hurt."
Karine had already given her approval. The Demon King was pregnant. Hernán had a headache. Everything lined up.
As he undressed, he justified each step in his mind.
I'll sleep in Potty's room tonight. I'll eat a lot of sweets tomorrow.
"L-Last time... this was inside me..."
Potty stared at his fully erect cock, then leaned in.
"Agh!"
She flinched and sat back up as pain shot through her ribs.
Hernán quickly finished undressing and held her.
"Relax. Lean on me. It'll feel better."
Potty let herself melt into his arms. Her soft body pressed fully against his.
"Mm..."
Her tail twitched excitedly, tapping against his belly. He chuckled.
They had fought together for over a year, yet he never imagined seeing this side of her.
Of course, their party was more of a contract than a true friendship.
They had only formed to defeat the Demon King and then part ways to pursue their individual goals.
Even the saintess, who had shown kindness to everyone, probably hadn't truly intended to become close with them.
"Come on!"
Potty whined when Hernán poured warm water over her body.
It felt good, but it clearly wasn't what she wanted.
"Not like that..."
"Didn't you ask me to wash you?"
She couldn't hold back any longer. Her butt wriggled against his cock, rubbing it.
Her sexual desire was overflowing—it felt like a miracle coming from such a small body.
Hernán reached up and cupped her right breast.
It was full and heavy in his hand, and her nipple hardened immediately.
"You're really sensitive, Potty."
"Ahh... D-Do you not like it...?"
"No, I love it."
He began caressing her all over, carefully avoiding her injured side.
He fondled her breasts until moans escaped her lips, then ran his hand down to her round butt, brushing her twitching tail.
Her voice echoed off the bathroom walls.
"E-Ehn... H-Hernán... When you touch my butt like that... my whole body feels weird..."
She was practically collapsing forward.
Eventually, he had to support her by wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Potty, when do you go into heat?"
He asked as he found himself lined up behind her again.
In this place, sex wasn't about passion—it was about survival. About reproduction.
"W-What...? Heat?"
"Yeah. When was your last cycle?"
He wasn't an expert, but the saintess once told him a woman's egg is released at a specific time, and that's when conception is most likely.
"Potty... doesn't have a cycle."
He kept rubbing her.
"What do you mean? If you don't have a cycle, doesn't that mean you can't get pregnant?"
She turned her face, flustered but aroused.
"Rabbits... We ovulate when we're... uh... penetrated."
"So that means..."
"Every time Hernán fucks me, my body prepares to make a baby!"
His heart skipped a beat.
Driven by desire, Hernán gently pushed her forward.
"W-Wait!"
She stopped him, arching her back as she stared at his twitching cock.
"Let's do it... facing each other."
He lifted her into his arms, bridal style.
She was still injured, so he didn't want her lying on the hard bathroom floor.
That was his last rational thought.
From there, he carried her straight to her bedroom.
"You bathed really fast today..."
Sharpie's voice echoed from the living room.
Hernán didn't respond. He opened Potty's door.
"Guess I'll have to brush my teeth extra hard tomorrow."
As the Demon King spoke, the door shut behind them.
They climbed onto the bed.
Their mouths didn't speak—but their bodies did.
Potty's insides were just as he remembered—tight and narrow.
His cock barely fit.
Her walls clenched around him, desperate and twitching.
Hernán felt like he wouldn't last long.
She sucked on his tongue as if begging him to make her pregnant.
He slammed into her, and her moans spilled between their kisses.
"Cum... Please cum inside me..."
She broke the kiss to plead.
He thrust deep, forgetting his headache, the others—everything.
"Ahhh... ahhhhn!"
Potty's cries echoed as Hernán poured himself inside her.
For seven days, he'd been cumming into Karine's mouth.
Even tonight.
Yet his load for Potty felt endless, as if her body demanded to be filled.
"Ha..."
They stayed joined for a while, gazing at one another.
"Potty..."
She had once been a party member. A magician.
Now?
Was she a rabbit experiment? A survival partner? A lover?
"Yes..."
Or just Potty?
Hernán leaned in again, pushing away all thought.
She trembled in climax.
"One of my wombs is still not full... ahhh...!"
What followed weren't words anymore.