Be my reproductive tool!

Since Lily became pregnant, Letia would feed her medicine mouth-to-mouth every day.

Each time after the medicine, Letia would again force her into situations Lily could not accept.

Lily felt that Letia had some kind of misunderstanding.

It seemed as if Letia hated her deeply, as though Lily had done something unforgivable to her.

But in truth, it was Letia who had wronged her first.

Even if there was some misunderstanding, Lily would never forgive her.

Instead, she deliberately acted in ways that would provoke Letia further, just to hurt her back.

So, when Letia treated her harshly, Lily put on a mocking smile and said:

“Yes, I did it to make you angry! You can retaliate all you want, but don’t forget — I once toyed with you in the palm of my hand!”

“You—! So you admit it at last?”

“What’s there to deny? Either way, I’ll die by your hand sooner or later, won’t I?”

Enraged, Letia became rougher, leaving Lily’s body covered in marks.

But Lily clenched her teeth and never cried out.

She refused to show weakness.

The result was that the misunderstanding between them only grew deeper.

But Lily no longer cared.

If she was going to be tormented until death, she might as well leave behind a wound in Letia’s heart that would never heal.

—

Lily’s belly grew larger.

One day, she woke up with sharp pains, blood trickling down her legs.

Could it be… she was about to give birth?

She had never given birth before and was completely panicked.

Her belly looked far bigger than she had imagined — could she really deliver safely?

As she screamed in pain, Letia came from the depths of the cave.

Seeing Lily, Letia froze for a moment, then revealed a strange expression of relief.

Lily rolled in agony on the bed.

Letia seemed impatient, yet also resigned.

She pulled out a potion from a black vortex, drank it, then pressed her lips to Lily’s to force the medicine into her.

Afterward, Lily’s pain eased somewhat.

She glared resentfully at Letia, refusing to thank her even for giving her relief.

Letia summoned black phantom arms that held Lily down.

Blood spilled.

Lily’s belly split open — but instead of a child, a dragon egg emerged, white with black patterns.

Letia carefully lifted the egg, holding it with great care.

Lily knew she was close to death.

She had only lived this long because the child within her had not yet matured.

Now that the egg was complete, Letia could take it from her.

But Lily forced herself to stay calm.

She only wanted to see her baby.

Yet all she saw was the bloodstained egg in Letia’s arms.

No baby’s face, only a hard shell.

Without looking back at her, Letia left with the egg.

Lily reached out weakly, longing to see her child, but she had no strength left.

Her hand fell limply as she lost consciousness.

—

She did not know how much time passed before she awoke again.

Her head was dizzy from blood loss.

But when she looked at her stomach, the wound was healed.

Letia must have treated her.

She had thought Letia would abandon her, but surprisingly, she had not.

When she saw Letia again, Lily turned away with a cold “hmph.”

She had no intention of showing kindness to the one who had tormented her.

Letia touched her body with curiosity.

Lily tensed her shoulders, determined not to make a sound.

“It seems your body is ready to nurse,” Letia said.

“You won’t just be the one who bore my child — you’ll also feed her with your own strength.”

At the word “nurse,” Lily blushed.

Letia thought it would be another act of control and humiliation.

But Lily secretly felt differently.

To see her daughter again, to hold her, to feed her — that would be her joy.

—

From that day onward, Letia began preparing normal meals for Lily.

Sometimes even sweet treats like donuts and cakes.

Lily wanted to throw the food on the ground to show her anger.

But when she thought of her child, she forced herself to eat everything.

She had heard that anger or resentment could harm the quality of milk, making babies sick.

For her daughter’s sake, she needed to eat well.

Producing healthy milk became her one and only wish.

—

One day, Lily noticed a faint white glow from deep within the cave.

She had no thought of escaping, unwilling to leave her daughter behind.

But her curiosity pushed her forward.

Then, an unbelievable sight appeared before her.

Letia was unclothed, her skin fair and smooth.

She knelt on a soft carpet with her eyes closed.

In her arms was the egg Lily had delivered, now cleaned, its black patterns forming a lily-like motif.

The egg looked larger than before, barely fitting in Letia’s embrace.

Letia held it carefully, afraid of letting it fall.

A gentle white light radiated from her body, surrounding the egg.

Though Lily did not understand what was happening, she felt that Letia was nurturing the egg with her magic.

Letia raised it with magic.

Lily would raise it with her own milk.

Lily did not disturb her.

She quietly backed away, leaving the chamber.

A smile appeared on her face — not for Letia, but for the egg in her arms.

She longed to see her daughter born, to know whether she would resemble her.

And she thought about what name to give her.

It must be both cute and strong.

If the name had the sound “Li,” it would be even better.

Perhaps something like “Emilia”?

Lily doubted Letia would let her name the child.

But she would not give up.

Even if only in her heart, she would call her daughter by the name she chose.