PF: C06

SIXTH CHAPTER

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When the blue of the forget-me-nots wither and fade, it signals the season of spring has come to an end.

"Fritz, why do you hate the child in your belly so much?"

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you again? Fritz?!"

Fritz also taught him a few a lot of science, and would often send him out on tasks to test his resourcefulness and knowledge.

Karl began growing anxious, waiting for that sweet intoxicating wind after that early summer day he's finally an adult.

"Karl! I don't remember ever teaching you such a flippant method of speech while we were in those slums! I'll tell you once, get rid of that filth brought from that place. To me all it looks like is you only being capable of being the runt of small time gang who can't even make it to the table! As I said—get out!"

Dazedly looking down at bed, at the man wearing a calm smile, Karl's lips trembled violently.

And, strangely enough, Fritz had also stopped mentioning ridding himself of the baby.

He no longer skipped any classes, on account of him only being able to see the potted plants Fritz removed from the balcony by taking the path to his school.

When he looked at the wisdom and maturity on Fritz's bright and pale face, a peculiar feeling would emerge within Karl, giving him the illusion—a feeling, that the Fritz who he had forcefully embraced within that cathedral with tears streaming his face, and the Fritz currently before him were in no way at all one in the same.

Fritz also taught him a few a lot of science, and would often send him out on tasks to test his resourcefulness and knowledge.

"Karl, you've already experienced a lot, so there is no need for you to act so waywardly. You are no longer a child, you should know how to fight for your future goal. You do understand what that goal is, right? It's to be the next leader of the Thorned Rose, to the the future Mafia King who's admired by all—not some future small-time gangster in the slums! ...and to to achieve all this, to become that kind of person, the first things you must learn is patience and composure. Do you understand?"

Karl couldn't withstand the provocation, immediately pressing himself on top of Fritz, pulling his slender legs open, putting the man's desperately spirited burning passion on full display. But he was no longer the naive muddleheaded youth he had been in the beginning, his reason still very much holding a place in his mind.

He truly couldn't understand why Fritz displayed hatred when talking of the child in his womb.

Karl reached out to Fritz's chest, taking the small milk buds between his fingers, that place seeming to also be one of Fritz's erοgenοus zοnes. Roughly kneading those raisin-like niρρles along with the αreolα lαying beneath, Fritz's breath hitched in delight.

However, that man did know very well everything about him, down to his favourite foods to eat and the colour clothes he loved to wear.

After all, isn't it said, becoming a father is a sign of a man's maturity?

"I don't like it!"

Extending his finger towards the secret female flower between Fritz's legs, Karl peeled that long stiffened male organ nestled in between.

There was no one in the room.

Fritz huffed, desperately trying to relax his stiffened body. The tender membrane holding that scοrching blade of Karl's was still dry, so there was no perceivable way it could move forward even by a little.

Calling softly, Karl then heard Fritz's startled voice, "Karl? Why did you come here so early?"

"Don't, don't come in here!"

Maybe time just causes a person to change.

Karl could feel the arrogance laced in glare Fritz sent his way, the greatly harming the youth's self worth.

In those few instances, Fritz would however allow Karl to again fondly recall that dusk of that first spring. Even when Karl entered his body, Fritz's objection carried the same shy acceptance, making Karl able to relive the same memories and emotions of this nostalgic love.

"Heehee! I wanted to surprise you!"

Regardless, within Karl's heart, within this life, and within this world, there existed only one name: Fritz.

Karl was taken aback. As he stared at the strong unshakable will within both of Fritz's eyes, Karl was again reminded of that spring night, and the beautiful man who wept in his embrace.

In the dark, Karl would hear Fritz's steps as they grew distant.

Twisting his fingers in Fritz's bυttοϲks, Karl coaxed the other man's male root roughly, looking on as Fritz released intoxicated moans, appearing to have already reached his peak, before simply letting go.

Unsatisfied, he pleaded for Karl to continue.

"Fritz! Fritz!"

Then, again, under the cover of darkness, hear when the other man's steps would again grow near.

From the very first time he pulled open the legs of that poor and lovely dual-seⅹed creature and discovered his body's deeply hidden secrets, from the moment he used his own young stamen to violate the other man's secret flower many a time, Karl felt as though Fritz's name was no longer just a symbol, but also the blood rushing through his veins!

"Fritz, does it hurt a lot?"

Having him within your body, your heart will be filled with strength; but once that name leaves that beating organ within your chest, those blood vessels would again grow empty and cold.

"Ah!"

But that strange illusion was something he just couldn't shake.

And the passage of time is always brisk. In the twinkling of an eye, it was already late in the season of autumn, the leaves of the maple trees long fallen.

Unable to stand it any longer, Karl pulled out his fingers and pυshed his own bυrning length into Fritz's not yet fully opened secret back hole.

"I understand."

Was this Fritz really the gentle and compassionate Fritz he had always known?

His grip on Fritz was serious, his gaze trained on the blurred outline laying before him in the dark.

On the days the flowers on the balcony was removed, they were the ones on which the governor had gone out on an inspection.

There was no one in the room.

Once he heard this, Karl hurriedly released Fritz then grabbed his face in his shock.

"It'll press down the baby in your belly."

"Hmph!" Fritz said nothing in return, apart from letting out a huff.

Fritz released drawn out moans, his body slowly relaxing.

At that time, Fritz would send someone to pick up Karl at the school.

"Don't you remember? That night, I also..."

Fritz held on to Karl's neck, smiling: "You really are a silly child."

And the passage of time is always brisk. In the twinkling of an eye, it was already late in the season of autumn, the leaves of the maple trees long fallen.

"Huh?" The thing which caught his gaze made shock overtake him.

Karl appeared as though a large block of ice was dropped in his heart, the blood in his veins suddenly freezing all the way down to zero.

When the two held each other on the soft bed, Fritz would always pull the curtains really tight and turn every light there was right off.

The instant he went deeper ιnsιde, Fritz made a painful sound; and after pulling out, he would follow with a gasp of discomfort.

After Fritz became pregnant, the two started doing it from behind.

Fritz released drawn out moans, his body slowly relaxing.

"Karl... your shaking is making me dizzy."

Karl still approached him, a happy expression on his face.

"Didn't I tell you to not enter?!"

Feeling the body of his father which held his own member within it no longer trembling, Karl hugged Fritz's swollen waist, thrυstιing.

Karl had wanted to admire Fritz's body under the soft light, but Fritz always refused him, his refusal always stern.

Having him within your body, your heart will be filled with strength; but once that name leaves that beating organ within your chest, those blood vessels would again grow empty and cold.

"I don't like it!"

Planting a gentle yet persistent kiss on the face of his refusing father, Karl then lifted his head.

"Fritz, you have to let this child be born—I swear, I'm 99% sure it will be ours!"

And the passage of time is always brisk. In the twinkling of an eye, it was already late in the season of autumn, the leaves of the maple trees long fallen.

There was no room for objection, nor any room for leeway in his tone.

"Fritz, I want to see your body."

Karl also gave his best efforts into persuading Fritz to not abort that child.

Karl was taken aback. As he stared at the strong unshakable will within both of Fritz's eyes, Karl was again reminded of that spring night, and the beautiful man who wept in his embrace.

"It'll press down the baby in your belly."

Despite his pregnancy, Fritz still continued to send someone to pick up Karl and bring him to the governor's mansion.

But there were a few times, times where Fritz would leave the bed saying there was some small matter he just remembered after having forgotten, immediately taking his leave before again returning.

The secretions from Fritz's front was the same as a lυbricant, allowing the smooth entry into the secret crevice of Fritz's back end, but after getting in, Karl could go no further.

Feeling the body of his father which held his own member within it no longer trembling, Karl hugged Fritz's swollen waist, thrυstιing.

Gently stroking it, that quivering stem began secreting hot tears between his fingers, the sensitivity of Fritz's body was extreme. Making one fear the mere stimulation of his rear was enough to cause his front drip nectar without end.

Entering from the back was a position more suited for men whose members are long. So for teens like Karl, whose body is still yet to be developed, it was a bit more difficult.

As the days then passed, he got to witness the other man's stomach grow larger and larger, making Karl have the joy of a melon ripening on the stem.

Karl focused his other hand on stroking that place between Fritz's legs, the sensation of the warm nectar flowing from Fritz's petals onto his hands without end distinct. It was as if a hammer repeatedly slamming into string of his desire which was already so taut it was nearing its break.

That long familiar beautiful smile, but this time it did not make Karl's heart, as it always had, cause surges of heat to bounce all over him from heart to toe.

In the dark, Karl would hear Fritz's steps as they grew distant.

"Don't, don't come in here!"

"It'll press down the baby in your belly."

"Fritz, you have to let this child be born—I swear, I'm 99% sure it will be ours!"

Because he once held that hermaphrodite in his embrace in his nakedness—because he once caressed every inch of that beauty's body to his hearts content, Karl was completely sure that no such mole existed with no room for a single doubt.

However, that man did know very well everything about him, down to his favourite foods to eat and the colour clothes he loved to wear.

Then, again, under the cover of darkness, hear when the other man's steps would again grow near.

He no longer skipped any classes, on account of him only being able to see the potted plants Fritz removed from the balcony by taking the path to his school.

Regardless, within Karl's heart, within this life, and within this world, there existed only one name: Fritz.

Feeling the body of his father which held his own member within it no longer trembling, Karl hugged Fritz's swollen waist, thrυstιing.

Lying of Fritz's stomach, he would listen to the little life inside him thump around, reminding him all humans like this passed from one generation to the next.

Once he heard this, Karl hurriedly released Fritz then grabbed his face in his shock.

"Ah!"

Did you forget? Did you forget you also lived in that place for many years? Did you also forget, that you were the one he got that fat ugly oman to give birth to me?

Fritz again pointed sternly at the door, seeming to have realise his sudden loss of composure, his tone now more gentle:

That secret flower garden which had only been knocked open once, even though its colour and lustre remain unseen in the dark, its touch can still be felt by a finger, feeling as cool and delicate as a pearl.

"Didn't I tell you to not enter?!"

But this feeling only existed in the month summer had begun.

On the days the flowers on the balcony was removed, they were the ones on which the governor had gone out on an inspection.

"Don't, don't come in here!"

"Fritz, why do you hate the child in your belly so much?"

And despite how much he rubbed the place between Fritz's legs, or kneaded his chest, Fritz cried out in pain, his body continuing to stiffen.

"No... keep going. I'm alright."

And the passage of time is always brisk. In the twinkling of an eye, it was already late in the season of autumn, the leaves of the maple trees long fallen.

Once he heard this, Karl hurriedly released Fritz then grabbed his face in his shock.

"Karl... your shaking is making me dizzy."

After all, isn't it said, becoming a father is a sign of a man's maturity?

Fritz's stomach had also grown quite obvious at this time.

"Fritz! Fritz!"

In Karl's eyes, so long as the in that child's veins was Fritz's, then that child was his family too. He wanted so much so for that man to see how he had grown.

Karl's passion reached the point of no return, like an arrow cast from its string, wanting very much to release into the Fritz's depths. So apart from helping increase Fritz's pleasure through the actions of his own hands as a form of apology, Karl saw no other way.

And as Karl gently caressed that very tummy, he sincerely hoped Fritz would give birth to the child within.

His freshly washed hair fluttered past Karl's neck like silk, tingling and tickling as he moved. The feel of Fritz's protruding stomach pressing on the small of his back, despite the traces of hindrance within his heart, the blood of a youth still ran through him and that son of his stood ereϲt at once.

Even though Fritz had told him this child might not be his own.

When the two held each other on the soft bed, Fritz would always pull the curtains really tight and turn every light there was right off.

On Fritz's unblemished back, he dropped kiss after kiss, each leaving its own mark, in an effort to relieve his pain.

At that time, Fritz would send someone to pick up Karl at the school.

By then it was already dark, only one low hanging wall lamp providing its dim light, and from between the seams of curtains lining the balcony the faint poison-like fragrance of those flowers slipped through.

Planting a gentle yet persistent kiss on the face of his refusing father, Karl then lifted his head.

Karl still wanted to promise Fritz, no matter if that child is a genetic abnormality or not, it was still his blood flowing through them, and as long as it was born into this world, he was determined to raise it.

The secretions from Fritz's front was the same as a lυbricant, allowing the smooth entry into the secret crevice of Fritz's back end, but after getting in, Karl could go no further.

Feeling the body of his father which held his own member within it no longer trembling, Karl hugged Fritz's swollen waist, thrυstιing.

Fritz's stomach had also grown quite obvious at this time.

Karl could feel the arrogance laced in glare Fritz sent his way, the greatly harming the youth's self worth.

He truly couldn't understand why Fritz displayed hatred when talking of the child in his womb.

Once more, he pressed that veined part into Fritz's rear, and although he still held some resistance, Karl still pushed his way in.

"What... what is this?"

Then, again, under the cover of darkness, hear when the other man's steps would again grow near.

Karl also gave his best efforts into persuading Fritz to not abort that child.

"You... you're not Fritz. ...——You're not Fritz!"

After all, isn't it said, becoming a father is a sign of a man's maturity?

"Who cares about him! It doesn't matter if he's crushed! Come, come on top, Karl."

"No... keep going. I'm alright."

In the dark, Karl would hear Fritz's steps as they grew distant.

In Karl's eyes, so long as the in that child's veins was Fritz's, then that child was his family too. He wanted so much so for that man to see how he had grown.

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And, strangely enough, Fritz had also stopped mentioning ridding himself of the baby.

Under the bright light of the lamp, he saw a large swathe of bright red blood staining the sheets after having run onto the bed from between Fritz's bυttoϲks and his legs.

Fritz's stomach had also grown quite obvious at this time.

Because of that part between his legs, Fritz's body constantly shook; that place, where he and Karl joined, constantly seeping hot flυid.

As the days then passed, he got to witness the other man's stomach grow larger and larger, making Karl have the joy of a melon ripening on the stem.

At that time, Fritz would send someone to pick up Karl at the school.

"Karl... your shaking is making me dizzy."

No different than the night the snow had covered the garden, when Karl stood imposingly in Fritz's room, after the governor had departed for an inspection in some remote district, where he would be gone for some time.

In the dark, Karl would hear Fritz's steps as they grew distant.

Fritz released drawn out moans, his body slowly relaxing.

Calling softly, Karl then heard Fritz's startled voice, "Karl? Why did you come here so early?"

Lying of Fritz's stomach, he would listen to the little life inside him thump around, reminding him all humans like this passed from one generation to the next.

"Heehee! I wanted to surprise you!"

"Didn't I tell you to not enter?!"

Once he heard this, Karl hurriedly released Fritz then grabbed his face in his shock.

Karl appeared as though a large block of ice was dropped in his heart, the blood in his veins suddenly freezing all the way down to zero.

Despite his pregnancy, Fritz still continued to send someone to pick up Karl and bring him to the governor's mansion.

As the days then passed, he got to witness the other man's stomach grow larger and larger, making Karl have the joy of a melon ripening on the stem.

"Fritz, why do you hate the child in your belly so much?"

Did you forget? Did you forget you also lived in that place for many years? Did you also forget, that you were the one he got that fat ugly oman to give birth to me?

"Hmph!" Fritz said nothing in return, apart from letting out a huff.

"No... keep going. I'm alright."

Fritz gasped sharply but could not move.

Even though Fritz had told him to arrive there at eight, wanting to give the other man a surprise, Karl climbed up Fritz's balcony at ten minutes to the hour of seven.

It wasn't long before Fritz came out.

Excitedly shaking Fritz's shoulders, Karl was overflowing with excitement.

"Idiot!"

There was no one in the room.

"Idiot!"

When the two held each other on the soft bed, Fritz would always pull the curtains really tight and turn every light there was right off.

Then, again, under the cover of darkness, hear when the other man's steps would again grow near.

Once he heard this, Karl hurriedly released Fritz then grabbed his face in his shock.

"Again?"

"Fritz! Fritz!"

"Want me to take it out?"

"Fritz! Fritz!"

He truly couldn't understand why Fritz displayed hatred when talking of the child in his womb.

Calling softly, Karl then heard Fritz's startled voice, "Karl? Why did you come here so early?"

Fritz held on to Karl's neck, smiling: "You really are a silly child."

Feeling the body of his father which held his own member within it no longer trembling, Karl hugged Fritz's swollen waist, thrυstιing.

"No, I want to look—I want to see you!"

Fritz grabbed a towel, hiding his body, exposing a stern and displeased expression in the dense steam.

"Heehee! I wanted to surprise you!"

"C'mon, Fritz. With our kind of relationship, is there really any reason to be shy?"

"Don't, don't come in here!"

The juιces bearing Fritz's heat, constantly flowing through Karl's fιngers, falling onto the bed sheets below.

When the two held each other on the soft bed, Fritz would always pull the curtains really tight and turn every light there was right off.

"Didn't I tell you to not enter?!"

And as Karl gently caressed that very tummy, he sincerely hoped Fritz would give birth to the child within.

"What... what is this?"

Believing Fritz's tone was just his usual welcoming: a shy but accepting refusal, Karl still let out a giggle as he moved to open the bathroom door.

There was no room for objection, nor any room for leeway in his tone.

"Didn't I tell you to not enter?!"

"You're hurt. Fritz, I'm so sorry—"

Because of that part between his legs, Fritz's body constantly shook; that place, where he and Karl joined, constantly seeping hot flυid.

Excitedly shaking Fritz's shoulders, Karl was overflowing with excitement.

"Didn't I tell you to not enter?!"

"Fritz, are you crying? Why, what's wrong? Don't cry... Please, don't cry. What's wrong, tell me what's wrong?"

Fritz grabbed a towel, hiding his body, exposing a stern and displeased expression in the dense steam.

"Do I even have to say it?! Who the hell would want to give birth to a child conceived by their rαρe!"

"Heehee! I wanted to surprise you!"

Quite worried the blood was of Fritz's injury, as soon as he ϲlimαⅹed within Fritz's body, Karl, immediately forgetting Fritz's earlier command, as he climbed up to turn on the wall lamp as soon as he pulled himself out.

Despite his pregnancy, Fritz still continued to send someone to pick up Karl and bring him to the governor's mansion.

Fritz panted in Karl's heated kiss, wrapping his arm around the other's neck, teasing dragging the tip of his tongue against his earlobe teasingly.

"C'mon, Fritz. With our kind of relationship, is there really any reason to be shy?"

Then, again, under the cover of darkness, hear when the other man's steps would again grow near.

"Ah!"

"Don't, don't come in here!"

Karl then moved his hand, trying to pick the mole up but it couldn't. It was real, a real mole.

Again, it seemed the tender Fritz had been restored, the other man making his move to hug Karl from behind.

Planting a gentle yet persistent kiss on the face of his refusing father, Karl then lifted his head.

Once he heard this, Karl hurriedly released Fritz then grabbed his face in his shock.

Karl still approached him, a happy expression on his face.

"Huh?" The thing which caught his gaze made shock overtake him.

This isn't Fritz's body.

At that time, Fritz would send someone to pick up Karl at the school.

"Want me to take it out?"

At that time, Fritz would send someone to pick up Karl at the school.

Maybe time just causes a person to change.

"Do I even have to say it?! Who the hell would want to give birth to a child conceived by their rαρe!"

Believing Fritz's tone was just his usual welcoming: a shy but accepting refusal, Karl still let out a giggle as he moved to open the bathroom door.

Such a strong outburst from Fritz put Karl in a blank daze.

Karl then mechanically made his way out the bathroom, only when that door closed did he again see a warm smile, one Fritz had sent his way.

Removing the fιngers covered in Fritz's juιces from ιnsιde him, he used it to lubrιcate the bud of the other man's rear.

"It'll press down the baby in your belly."

He no longer skipped any classes, on account of him only being able to see the potted plants Fritz removed from the balcony by taking the path to his school.

Fritz again pointed sternly at the door, seeming to have realise his sudden loss of composure, his tone now more gentle:

Because of that part between his legs, Fritz's body constantly shook; that place, where he and Karl joined, constantly seeping hot flυid.

And, strangely enough, Fritz had also stopped mentioning ridding himself of the baby.

"I understand."

Excitedly shaking Fritz's shoulders, Karl was overflowing with excitement.

Karl then mechanically made his way out the bathroom, only when that door closed did he again see a warm smile, one Fritz had sent his way.

When the two held each other on the soft bed, Fritz would always pull the curtains really tight and turn every light there was right off.

Fritz's stomach had also grown quite obvious at this time.

Once more, he pressed that veined part into Fritz's rear, and although he still held some resistance, Karl still pushed his way in.

Karl then mechanically made his way out the bathroom, only when that door closed did he again see a warm smile, one Fritz had sent his way.

Staring at the slender body with the stomach sticking outwards, Karl had no idea why he suddenly got the idea to disobey Fritz, but nonetheless he stopped the hand Fritz reached in a attempt to turn off the light.

After Fritz became pregnant, the two started doing it from behind.

SIXTH CHAPTER

"Idiot!"

Because of that part between his legs, Fritz's body constantly shook; that place, where he and Karl joined, constantly seeping hot flυid.

In the eyes on that Fritz which looked at him disdainfully as nothing but a grub from the "slums", the only thing welling in Karl's heart was a frigid cold.

That long familiar beautiful smile, but this time it did not make Karl's heart, as it always had, cause surges of heat to bounce all over him from heart to toe.

Entering from the back was a position more suited for men whose members are long. So for teens like Karl, whose body is still yet to be developed, it was a bit more difficult.

In the eyes on that Fritz which looked at him disdainfully as nothing but a grub from the "slums", the only thing welling in Karl's heart was a frigid cold.

However, that man did know very well everything about him, down to his favourite foods to eat and the colour clothes he loved to wear.

Removing the fιngers covered in Fritz's juιces from ιnsιde him, he used it to lubrιcate the bud of the other man's rear.

Because of that part between his legs, Fritz's body constantly shook; that place, where he and Karl joined, constantly seeping hot flυid.

"No, I want to look—I want to see you!"

However, that man did know very well everything about him, down to his favourite foods to eat and the colour clothes he loved to wear.

And, strangely enough, Fritz had also stopped mentioning ridding himself of the baby.

Even though Fritz had told him to arrive there at eight, wanting to give the other man a surprise, Karl climbed up Fritz's balcony at ten minutes to the hour of seven.

He really wanted to ask Fritz in that moment:

He truly couldn't understand why Fritz displayed hatred when talking of the child in his womb.

After all, isn't it said, becoming a father is a sign of a man's maturity?

Even though Fritz had told him this child might not be his own.

Did you forget? Did you forget you also lived in that place for many years? Did you also forget, that you were the one he got that fat ugly oman to give birth to me?

Karl then moved his hand, trying to pick the mole up but it couldn't. It was real, a real mole.

It wasn't long before Fritz came out.

"Oh..."

"Karl."

Regardless, within Karl's heart, within this life, and within this world, there existed only one name: Fritz.

Extending his finger towards the secret female flower between Fritz's legs, Karl peeled that long stiffened male organ nestled in between.

"Karl."

Believing Fritz's tone was just his usual welcoming: a shy but accepting refusal, Karl still let out a giggle as he moved to open the bathroom door.

Again, it seemed the tender Fritz had been restored, the other man making his move to hug Karl from behind.

But there were a few times, times where Fritz would leave the bed saying there was some small matter he just remembered after having forgotten, immediately taking his leave before again returning.

Karl could feel the arrogance laced in glare Fritz sent his way, the greatly harming the youth's self worth.

Once he heard this, Karl hurriedly released Fritz then grabbed his face in his shock.

A cry of pain, light gasps for breath, in the night air was the faint scent of blood.

He truly couldn't understand why Fritz displayed hatred when talking of the child in his womb.

Karl then moved his hand, trying to pick the mole up but it couldn't. It was real, a real mole.

"Who cares about him! It doesn't matter if he's crushed! Come, come on top, Karl."

"C'mon, Fritz. With our kind of relationship, is there really any reason to be shy?"

Fritz released drawn out moans, his body slowly relaxing.

Did you forget? Did you forget you also lived in that place for many years? Did you also forget, that you were the one he got that fat ugly oman to give birth to me?

Even though Fritz had told him to arrive there at eight, wanting to give the other man a surprise, Karl climbed up Fritz's balcony at ten minutes to the hour of seven.

"Fritz, are you crying? Why, what's wrong? Don't cry... Please, don't cry. What's wrong, tell me what's wrong?"

He couldn't help but turn, pressing Fritz on the bed. But he didn't dare put any of his weight onto the other man's stomach, choosing to lay beside him before taking is lips, kissing them passionately.

Karl jumped in fright.

There was no one in the room.

"You're hurt. Fritz, I'm so sorry—"

And despite how much he rubbed the place between Fritz's legs, or kneaded his chest, Fritz cried out in pain, his body continuing to stiffen.

Removing the fιngers covered in Fritz's juιces from ιnsιde him, he used it to lubrιcate the bud of the other man's rear.

"No, don't look—don't look, Karl!"

"Climb on top, Karl. I love how it feels when you're pressed tightly against my chest."

Feeling the body of his father which held his own member within it no longer trembling, Karl hugged Fritz's swollen waist, thrυstιing.

"It'll press down the baby in your belly."

"But... that child could also be mine, right? Fritz... it could also be mine and yours, right? Did you forget that? Did you forget about when we were in that church—"

"No, don't look—don't look, Karl!"

SIXTH CHAPTER

Karl still approached him, a happy expression on his face.

"Want me to take it out?"

"But... that child could also be mine, right? Fritz... it could also be mine and yours, right? Did you forget that? Did you forget about when we were in that church—"

"Who cares about him! It doesn't matter if he's crushed! Come, come on top, Karl."

"I don't like it!"

Fritz panted in Karl's heated kiss, wrapping his arm around the other's neck, teasing dragging the tip of his tongue against his earlobe teasingly.

Even though Fritz had told him to arrive there at eight, wanting to give the other man a surprise, Karl climbed up Fritz's balcony at ten minutes to the hour of seven.

"..."

Fritz also taught him a few a lot of science, and would often send him out on tasks to test his resourcefulness and knowledge.

"C'mon, Fritz. With our kind of relationship, is there really any reason to be shy?"

"Don't you remember? That night, I also..."

The secretions from Fritz's front was the same as a lυbricant, allowing the smooth entry into the secret crevice of Fritz's back end, but after getting in, Karl could go no further.

Planting a gentle yet persistent kiss on the face of his refusing father, Karl then lifted his head.

"Fritz..."

"Climb on top, Karl. I love how it feels when you're pressed tightly against my chest."

Fritz's stomach had also grown quite obvious at this time.

Having him within your body, your heart will be filled with strength; but once that name leaves that beating organ within your chest, those blood vessels would again grow empty and cold.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you again? Fritz?!"

Again, it seemed the tender Fritz had been restored, the other man making his move to hug Karl from behind.

"No, I want to look—I want to see you!"

"What... what is this?"

"Oh..."

His grip on Fritz was serious, his gaze trained on the blurred outline laying before him in the dark.

A cry of pain, light gasps for breath, in the night air was the faint scent of blood.

"Fritz, why do you hate the child in your belly so much?"

"Fritz, you have to let this child be born—I swear, I'm 99% sure it will be ours!"

"Do I even have to say it?! Who the hell would want to give birth to a child conceived by their rαρe!"

While speaking, he pulled open Fritz's thighs, agitation etched within his expression as he stared at the large black mole marking Fritz's inner thigh.

Karl jumped in fright.

He no longer skipped any classes, on account of him only being able to see the potted plants Fritz removed from the balcony by taking the path to his school.

After Fritz became pregnant, the two started doing it from behind.

Again, it seemed the tender Fritz had been restored, the other man making his move to hug Karl from behind.

Regardless, within Karl's heart, within this life, and within this world, there existed only one name: Fritz.

He truly couldn't understand why Fritz displayed hatred when talking of the child in his womb.

"But... that child could also be mine, right? Fritz... it could also be mine and yours, right? Did you forget that? Did you forget about when we were in that church—"

"No... keep going. I'm alright."

"Do I even have to say it?! Who the hell would want to give birth to a child conceived by their rαρe!"

"Fritz! Fritz!"

Karl again continued to patiently stιmυlate Fritz's male root and and female flower with his fingers, his fingers pressing deeply into the narrοw nectar drenched hοle, vιgοrοusly rυbbing the warm wall of flesh hυgging his fιngers like layer of skιn, the sοund his action emitted: wet and erοtιc.

Unsatisfied, he pleaded for Karl to continue.

Fritz interrupted Karl rudely, "Yours? What would happen if it was yours? Can you take care of it?"

"I understand."

But there were a few times, times where Fritz would leave the bed saying there was some small matter he just remembered after having forgotten, immediately taking his leave before again returning.

Karl also gave his best efforts into persuading Fritz to not abort that child.

Excitedly shaking Fritz's shoulders, Karl was overflowing with excitement.

And, strangely enough, Fritz had also stopped mentioning ridding himself of the baby.

Believing Fritz's tone was just his usual welcoming: a shy but accepting refusal, Karl still let out a giggle as he moved to open the bathroom door.

Karl could feel the arrogance laced in glare Fritz sent his way, the greatly harming the youth's self worth.

"You're hurt. Fritz, I'm so sorry—"

"I can take care of them! Fritz... I'm telling you, even if I have to sell my blood, I promise I will raise my child!"

"Hmph!" Fritz said nothing in return, apart from letting out a huff.

Even though Fritz had told him this child might not be his own.

"No... keep going. I'm alright."

Karl jumped in fright.

Feeling the body of his father which held his own member within it no longer trembling, Karl hugged Fritz's swollen waist, thrυstιing.

This isn't Fritz's body.

"What... what is this?"

"Fritz, you have to let this child be born—I swear, I'm 99% sure it will be ours!"

Karl also gave his best efforts into persuading Fritz to not abort that child.

Once he heard this, Karl hurriedly released Fritz then grabbed his face in his shock.

When the blue of the forget-me-nots wither and fade, it signals the season of spring has come to an end.

Excitedly shaking Fritz's shoulders, Karl was overflowing with excitement.

Removing the fιngers covered in Fritz's juιces from ιnsιde him, he used it to lubrιcate the bud of the other man's rear.

Even though Fritz had told him this child might not be his own.

Karl, wanting to change his method, placed a finger on the tightly shut flower between Fritz's cheeks.