Riches and Bitches: I have a gate to an isekai and leveling-up system!

If not for the clocks built into the Buggy, we would have no way of knowing the day from the night.

And so, with the raising of the now invisible sun, I woke up Fay's arms, on a small, makeshift bed we whipped out sometime during the night from whatever we could get our hands on.

To my surprise, the bedding was made from just some random clothes covered with a simple blanket and another blank filling in for the covers…

Not even the greatest mattress on earth could rival it when Fay's chest filled in for my pillow.

After a whole night of seeking each other's presence, Fay ended up with her long legs locked behind my back and her hands tightly wrapped around the back of my head, pulling it into the soft pillow of her chest.

Surrounded by nothing but Fay's softness, warmth, and fragrance, I opted to just close my eyes and cuddle up for just a little longer.

I managed to conquer the oppressive feeling of the starlight plain. Learn how to accept the power of this silvery light and make it my own.

Sure, the pressure didn't vanish into nothingness. The fact that I learned how to deal with it didn't mean it no longer applied to me. I simply grew to accept it and its influence in invoking the deepest foundations of my soul right to its surface.

In a sense, the light of the stairs intensified who I was, by invoking the powers that made me to be the way I am. But now that I've come to realize it, I could also slightly manipulate what part of my core consciousness the light of the stairs reinforced. And with the fire of Fay's aura at the very center of the core of my soul, I could feel my dependence on this girl growing even further.

I still felt lethargic, hoping to do nothing more but just slip into the comfort of Fay's warm embrace, lay down on her chest, and let her cuddle me up into nothingness.

I still felt melancholic, wanting nothing more but to preserve the current happiness I sourced from every tiniest way our bodies rubbed against each other.

But I've also felt Fay's desire to keep me in her hold, something that she could not get rid of even in her sleep. I could feel how her hands wrapped against me over and over again, compensating for the hold she would lose whenever her muscles would relax.

Just like a puppy instinctively sucking on one's fingers in its sleep, she caressed the back of my head while cradling it between her breasts, her arms, and her face.

I still felt all of it, the lethargy, the melancholy, and the incandescent flame of my desire for Fay, lusting both for her presence and her body.

'I guess I simply learned how to live with it.'

Taking a deep breath, I hugged myself into Fay's chest a bit more, pushing my face down into her soft breasts. With my face surrounded by nothing but the warmth and softness of her flesh and the sweet fragrance of her sweat, I allowed my consciousness to go for but a split second.

"Hmmhmm…"

Moaning through her sleep, Fay started to move around a bit, waking me up from the second phase of my slumber.

The spots where her moving body rubbed against my skin grew a bit hotter than before, only to then explode with chilling cold when Fay rose as she woke up, stretching her arms out to the sides while giving me a perfect show of her perky, full breasts.

'I think I can already tell just how jealous I will be of our own kids once we get them,' my thoughts got the better of me, pushing me to follow Fay's example and rise up, albeit for an entirely different reason.

"Hap!"

I wrapped my lips around Fay's teat while locking my hands behind her back, attacking right when she was defenseless and distracted by her own yawn.

"Hmm?"

With her hands moving faster than her lazy, morning thoughts, Fay already embraced my head and started to rub her fingers through my hair, even going as far as to gently massage my scalp.

Looking up, I saw Fay's chin descend, only for her drowsy face to reveal itself before my eyes along with her surprised, mellow eyes.

Looking down right into my face, Fay remained silent for a few seconds before putting on a small, welcoming smile.

"Good morning," Fay whispered as if fearing that speaking out loud would break the magic of the moment. "But to see you all over my breast so early in the day…"

The look on Fay's face changed as her smile grew both wider and also, somehow, even more mellow than before.

For a moment, I struggled to figure out what exactly changed about her. What was this profound change behind her smile that gave me a run for my money when it came to deciphering it.

What was this sense of warmth and comfort that radiated from her eyes as she happily cradled my face up her breast, only to reach out with her left hand and using her delicate fingers, shove a stray strand of hair off my forehead only to lean down and…

'Did she grow to be more… motherly?' I thought, stunned by the discovery and the ridiculously comfortable sensation of her lips bruising against my now-exposed forehead.

"It's not good to be greedy," Fay's smile grew even wider, reaching the stage of smiles I only rarely had the privilege to experience. "You don't want to turn into a bad boy, do you?"

Looking up into the two oceans of warmth that were Fay's happy eyes, I could only gulp my saliva down as one question emerged from many in my mind.

'Does that mean she wants a kid and is ready to conceive one, or…'

Pressed by my own, glorified curiosity, I pulled my mouth and tongue away from Fay's tit and rose up a bit higher.

Turning her head as she followed my movements, Fay locked her eyes on mine.

Reaching out, I grabbed just the tip of her chin, raising it just a tiny little bit, more in an expression of dominance over actively changing the angle.

Still, before I could even fully lean in, Fay already opened up her mouth in an inviting manner, luring me into yet another dose of intimacy before I could even have a chance to resist.

We pressed our lips against each other, creating a funnel through which our tongues surged forth, seeking the presence of the others.

Our breaths united, our hearths synchronized.

But before the situation could evolve any further, I grabbed Fay by her shoulder and pushed myself away, leaving nothing but a thin strand of saliva connecting our mouths.

"I want to try something," I whispered, reaching out with my hand for Fay's crotch as if to follow the usual way situations like this would evolve and escalate.

Fay's knees started to part even before my fingers reached their destination while her hips started to jerk every once in a while, as if responding to how my hand merely brushed against the skin of her abdomen as it moved down.

Sensing no resistance, I slowly laid Fay's back down on the makeshift bedding... Only to move down with my whole self.

From Fay's lips that I left after one more kiss, through her neck I just couldn't help but decorate with several hickeys. From her breast, down her slim stomach all the way to where her indented waist started to widen at her hips.

There, laying a long, fat, and salivated kiss over where I judged her womb to be…

I turned my head and pressed my ear to it as if trying to trace the inner workings of Fay's gut just with my hearing alone.

Rather than pushing my fingers inside of her, I moved my right hand up, right to where I rested my face atop Fay's lower abdomen, gently massaging it with just the tips of my fingers.

Strangely enough, even something like this was enough to get Fay going, judging by how restless her body grew to be in a matter of a single moment worth of this unusual massage.

But there was something far more important, something so overwhelming that I struggled to get a single word out of my mouth.

"P-peter…" Drowning in the mix of drowsiness and awakened lust, Fay uttered a labored call. Still, she could sense how all the turmoil in my soul suddenly subsided, calmed down by the appearance of one, singular realization that I just made with this small test of mine.

"Fay, dearest," moving up from her stomach and then rising up to a proper sitting position, I then grabbed Fay's waist that I just let go off… only to pull her on top of my lap, all the way to the point her moist crotch pressed down against an erection unlike any I had before.

"What's wrong?" Fay inquired through her drowsiness, her hands already moving to cradle all over my head as if she wanted to hug and comfort me to chase all my worries away.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong," I assured, hiding my face in the corner between Fay's head and shoulder while reaching down to grab her by her hips.

With my fingers sinking deep into the soft mounds of her ass, Fay brought her hips up all on her own, simply following the tested pattern we developed between the two of us.

Following the same procedure, I tightened up my ass and put my erection at attention, only to move Fay's hips just a little bit, quickly taking aim and then nailing her pussy down on my dick.

"Haaaa…"

With the grasp of Fay's hand over my back and head tightening, I kept pushing her hips down all the way to the point where the entirety of my junior found itself inside of her burning hot insides.

The insides kept coiling all over my length as if trying to massage my dick in a way that would make it easier for sperm to shoot out of it.

'Futile effort,' I thought, right as I pulled my face away from Fay's side, all for the sake of looking her right in the eyes as I reached out and grasped her face between my hands.

My thumbs wiped the corners of Fay's eyes, slightly helping the girl to come back to her senses.

As the light of consciousness reached its full burn within her eyes, I smiled before brushing my hand against her cheek in a loving gesture.

"Fay…" I opened my mouth up, only to realize just how tall of an order it was for me to share the news.

"If it's not something wrong, then…" Seeing my struggle, Fay instantly rushed to jog her memory, trying her damnest to figure out what was troubling me all on her own. And from the looks of things, she was perfectly content simply sitting down on my lap, fully penetrated and with my shroom poking against the gate of her womb while trying to figure out the solution.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Fay," I called her out again, this time taking a deep breath to prepare myself for what I wanted and had to say.

"Fay," I called her for the third time, using my hold over her head to bring it a bit closer, only to lean forward myself and rest my forehead against Fay's. "I think you are carrying my child."