…Press My Belly

…What should I do?

“Ren?”

“You suddenly seem to have lost it.”

“Are your wings hurting badly?”

“Maybe the problem is that you nearly died in such a ridiculous way.”

Laying the egg itself would be simple enough if I used relieving myself as an excuse to slip away and lay it alone.

“Your wings really do seem to hurt.”

“The bandages are wrapped well, though.”

With both my arms in this state,

if I happened to encounter the same situation as last time, where the egg failed to come out on its own, I would have no way to deal with it...