A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay 52 (Patreon)

A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 52

-VB-

Hannover felt … quite upset.

It felt as if every little plan, action, and foresight failed him.

First off, dealing with Rabbit proved to be far less about outmaneuvering a hero than outright buying him off (EXTORTIONIST!). Rabbit then took both Glory Girl and Panacea (anyone with a brain could see that he was sleeping with the sisters, despite having married one of them) off on his vacation.

What Hannover had not realized was just how much Brockton Bay depended on Panacea. After New Wave proclaimed that Panacea had gone on vacation with money generously donated by him, legitimate local businesses, gang-associated businesses, and basically most of the locals began to give him the stink eye.

Why?

Because Panacea had made the people of the city complacent when it came to injuries, and within the first week of her leave, all hospitals in the city already had lines of patients.

And they all blamed him for their inability to get well quickly.

Even though they were the careless pieces of shit who got hurt!

Second, the Teeth came into the town along with the Butcher. Having a mind-transplanting psycho murderer in town … well, healing was ever more needed as the Teeth always tried their goddamn hardest to kill everyone while they couldn’t kill the Butcher. He realized why everyone in the Elite avoided this city like a plague outside of expendable association; this place was cursed. The world shat on Brockton Bay, its own people beat you down while you’re down, and then neighbors would come to join in on the fun for shits and giggles all the while the federal heroes and the media threw shit at each other.

Third, when the trio of New Wave’s youngest came back from their “well-earned” vacation, Amy broke the news that she was now taking time off from work due to her pregnancy.

See? The city and its people beat the shit out of you while you’re down.

Oh, New Wave was happy right now. Very happy! For some reason, even though Brandish and Rabbit supposedly had near feud-level hatred against each other. Speaking of whom, Brandish wasn’t happy with him because “he was associated with that damn boy.”

Hannover could not win anything in this goddamn-.

“Umm… hey.”

He paused in his depressed ruminations and turned his armchair around. Standing by the doorway were his wives: Evaline (Mi) and Anna (Ni). They weren’t dressed in their costumes, though. He also wasn’t at the moment, but those details weren’t important. What was important was Mi’s tone.

“Yes, Evaline…?” he asked cautiously because Evaline and Katherine only ever used that tone - a slight lilt at the start and even higher rise at the end - when something big happened, in or out of costumes. Sometimes, it was good, when the twins accepted being his girlfriends (they were a package deal). Sometimes it was bad, like when Evaline confessed that she cheated on him once. It could be anything-!

“We’re both pregnant,” Anna said.

And whatever thoughts he’s had prior to their interruption all came to a grinding halt as his eyes froze while staring at his blue-eyed and blonde Finnish wives.

“...What?”

“We’re pregnant,” Anna repeated as she held up a stick.

He could clearly see the red line even though he was quite a ways away.

He quickly shot up from his armchair, ran around his desk, and then scooped up both of his wives as he began laughing.

-VB-

Vicky bit her lips and kept her eyes closed as Alan’s dick ground against the walls of her vagina while Amy laid next to her as he fingered her.

Unlike her, Amy really let those moans out, looking up at Alan as she panted and gasped to his fingering while holding her late-pregnancy belly.

Vicky also held hands with her sister as their man pleasured them both.

Her breath hitched as she felt her climax start to rise, and her hips bucked to his thrusts. Their hips met with repetitive wet claps, and she finally opened her eyes to see Alan looking down at her.

“Gonna cum,” he whispered and she nodded, gripping the arm he was using to support himself.

“Fuck!” Amy hissed as she came and moaned.

Alan immediately pulled his wet fingers out and used both of his hands to grip her waist. Soon, he was slamming into her with full force behind each thrust, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.

She groaned as she came, and felt his dick throb before he came in her, too. She rode out her pleasure before sighing when he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and her pussy gaping.

“I mean…” she spoke up. “I love sex. I love threesomes,” she said breathlessly. “But is sex this late in your pregnancy alright?” she asked as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Amy was in her final trimester, and it showed on her very clearly. It didn’t help that Amy was on the short side, which only accentuated her pregnant belly.

“Yeah, it’s alright. As long as we don’t, you know, get too wild and frisky,” Amy replied while her bountiful chest heaved with each breath.

‘Well, my boobs are bigger,’ Vicky thought as Alan fondled both of their tits. He liked doing that. Fondling, groping, and sucking. What he didn’t care for were boobjobs.

Alan laid down between them, and Vicky snuggled up to him as she felt his cum drip out of her pussy. She then pulled herself up a little, brushing her nipples against Alan and making her feel good just a bit more. “Hey, Amy, are you sure about not doing hospital work?” she asked.

She thought that it was … controversial. Mom certainly thought so.

“Yeah,” she huffed. “I’ve worked like crazy. Besides, I’m not completely leaving them out to dry. I did hand over the heal salve aloe vera over to PRT.” Amy then glared at Alan. “Also, I am still upset you convinced me to name my second best creation after with such a lame name.”

Alan just chuckled.

With her curiosity satisfied, Vicky got out of the bed to shower. She knew that Alan and Amy would shower after her.

This was a good life.

She was … happy. Very happy.