A Licensed Breeder in a Hentai Logic World ~ Epilogue ~

For the first time in a long while, I found myself...

At peace.

You'd think that once I got married, I would stop doing so much breeding.

Getting married had somehow only made me more popular, and made me get more personal requests than ever. Which made my time be very highly on demand, and sometimes, I would not return home for several days in a row.

Luckily, a couple days were nothing for my wife, who had waited eons for me, and for whom a second and a decade were no different.

Tsukiko relaxed and rested her head on my shoulder.

To be entirely honest, the entire bullshit with her being some sort of higher being hasn't really been too terribly relevant.

Somehow or other, we've wound up settling into what feels like a weirdly pedestrian life. I mean, sure, sometimes I have a really silly idea and she just makes it happen, like that thing with the stopwatch that stops time only for me, or that time we went back in time and met Doctor in his youth, the hero who had saved the world with nothing but his interminable lust.

Mostly though, I've found a deep affection for just cuddling with her.

My hand snaked around her body and grabbed her by the side, pulling her closer to me.

"It's weird," Tsukiko muttered.

"What is?" I asked, as the news channel on the TV reported on the family drama of a former olympian and swimsuit model whose husband was apparently one of the first Breeders. I changed the channel, because I already knew that story was all false, there was no such drama, it was just something they dug back up every time the news cycle was slow.

So we settled instead to watch a tv show in which the drama was actually intentionally scripted and invented instead. It was absolutely terrible, with poor acting, low quality sets and even worse direction.

Which made it pretty enjoyable, but just for all the wrong reasons.

"I feel... fulfilled," she muttered, as her hand reached for her belly. "After all this time, all these years, all of this effort... eons of time and... all of it has built up to this..?" she muttered. "Watching TV here like it's nothing..."

She closed her eyes and relaxed against my body, caressing our child through the barriers that separated them from the outside world.

"That's a bad thing?" I asked. "You sound strange."

"It just- an infinity of possibilities, the power to create and modify the entire world, and-" she blew and moved a strand of hair from her face, "and somehow I still can't stop watching these terrible tv shows!"

I snorted, and changed the channel, and instead, an animated show about a man who sold gasoline and gasoline accessories and his friends and family came on, named Lord of the Cavern.

"Ooh, I like this one," Tsukiko said.

We settled to watch it, though eventually we would devolve into an argument about whether the subtitled or dubbed version was a better watch, but that... is a story for another time.

For this one, we'll just content ourselves with the happily ever after, mundane as it is.