Chapter 225

“So,” Zoey said. “How cool are you two with me knocking up other girls?”

If there was no good way to broach a subject, why not at least make a joke in how bluntly she did so?

Delta blinked, as did Rosalie. Unsurprisingly, the foxgirl answered first, barely fazed.

“Well, first off, it’s hot,” she laughed. “And second, you should’ve asked us that before you had a communion with the goddess of fertility.”

“Wait. You knew that would happen?”

“I considered it,” she said. “Aria thinks she’s pregnant? That’s what this is about?”

“Well,” Zoey said. “Nobody knows for sure, yet. But she thinks it’s likely.” She coughed. “I was actually talking more generally, though. Apparently, um, impregnating women is a good way to earn holy energy. Especially priestesses, I guess. And Aria said most of them would take me up on that offer, if I made it.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I, uh, had mixed feelings on that, I guess?”

“Mixed feelings,” Delta said slowly, “as in, should you do them all at once, or in groups of twos or threes?”

Zoey snorted, then outright laughed when she saw Delta was only halfway making a joke—her incredulity was somewhat genuine.

“Mixed feelings as in, is it ethical to be doing that.”

“If they’re agreeing, why not?” Delta asked. “Though if you feel weird about it, that’s fine too.” She stared at her. “But I think there’s a lot of people who would hate you, if they heard you right now.” She put on a mocking voice. “Oh, but should I knock up all these beautiful women throwing themselves at me? Or is that irresponsible?”

“But isn’t it?” Zoey asked. “Irresponsible? And also, I wanted to know how you two felt about it. As my girlfriends.”

Rosalie shrugged, entering the conversation. “I’ve made my stance on your dalliances clear. It’s not like the possibility didn’t broach my mind, even with your potions. You could forget to take one. Or they could be fallible in some other scenario. So no, I’m obviously not caught off guard, and certainly not bothered.”

“Wouldn’t mind being there for some of them, if that’s an option,” Delta grinned. “Team effort? Where I take the mouth, and you do the deed? Aria seemed to like it.”

Zoey coughed. “Okay, well, that’s good then.” It solved one of her two major compunctions. “But the whole irresponsible thing?”

Sensing that Zoey was actually having a minor dilemma, Delta didn’t make another joke. She gave the question some thought. “Obviously, if you didn’t talk to your partner before a casual fling, and knocked them up, it’s a little questionable. Maybe more than a little, even if that’s the kind of thing that’s always a risk when you’re hooking up with strangers, so they should know better. But this isn’t that. Assuming it’ll be done as some, what, temple rite, then they’ll be going in with plenty of understanding of what the situation is. If they want it, and you want it, what’s the problem? You can make sure they’re taken care of, financially speaking, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That would create certain complications,” Rosalie disagreed. “Like some people doing it just for the money.”

Delta wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, true.” She shrugged. “Well, this isn’t going to be some super common thing, I assume. So you—or the temple I guess—would be able to vet who’s signing up.”

Zoey thought about that for a few moments. “Aria mentioned there’d be plenty of people who would want to try because they’re infertile, and it’d be their only chance at conception.”

Delta blinked. “Oh. Yeah, I suppose. Nascent goddess of sex and everything. Could maybe make that happen.” She shrugged. “So that’d be the really obvious situation it’s fine. But it’s up to you. Do what you feel’s right.”

Hm. That settled her thoughts on the matter somewhat, even if no new information had been added, besides that Delta and Rosalie had no problems with it at a personal level. Not that Zoey had expected them to, but that was the sort of thing to ask rather than assume.

“But speaking of breeding,” Delta said, her grin slipping back on. “When are you putting a baby in princess, over there? Everyone’s thinking it.”

“H-Hey,” Rosalie said, the question catching her off guard. “Not for some time, I would hope. We have goals, and not short-term ones. That would be a rather large inconvenience.”

“Oh? But you plan on it happening eventually?” Delta grinned, exceedingly happy she’d gotten a response that allowed that interpretation.

“Well— That’s— I—” Rosalie said.

“How many?” Delta continued nonchalantly. “Two? Three? More? Or just one? You seem like a one-kid kinda girl, honestly.” She patted Zoey’s lower stomach. “But she’s got plenty of firing power, so don’t worry if not.”