That evening, Kenshin wanted to finally sleep with his beloved girl, putting Ichiro in the small crib in the corner, but Aya asked the young man to let the baby sleep with them, saying he was still too little and couldn't sleep without Mommy.
Yielding to the girl, Kenshin agreed, and half an hour later the young parents went to bed. Ichiro was the happiest, nestled between mother and father—he didn't fuss at all and fell asleep instantly.
In the morning, the young parents woke to the restless baby, who already looked like a two-year-old and toddled across the big bed, sometimes stumbling over Mom and Dad.
"God, Kenshin, look—our little one's learning to walk!" Aya exclaimed in awe, watching the baby's bed-walk. "Ichiro, little one, come to Mommy! Yes, like that, come to Mommy!" she called, and he toddled slowly toward her, babbling incoherently.
"Ma-ma!" the baby repeated, and toddled to his mother.
"Kenshin! Did you hear? He called me Mommy!" Aya squealed, pulling the baby into her arms and kissing him.
Kenshin could only rub his eyes, watching the scene, still not used to his son's rapid growth.
Suddenly Ichiro turned to Kenshin and mumbled, "Pa-pa!" reaching out tiny hands.
Kenshin stared at the baby in shock, wondering why he spoke without training. But shaking it off, the young man scooped up his son, pulling him close—the little Ichiro grunted contentedly.
The day for the young family was like the previous, except Kenshin took little Ichiro for a walk, and the baby frolicked on the lawn for an hour, chasing butterflies and tasting bugs. Aya shielded her son from "dangerous" and "poisonous" bugs as best she could, while Kenshin just laughed merrily.
By evening, Ichiro was running full tilt and could say simple words like "give," "let's go," "up," or "eat." Kenshin marveled at where the baby learned these words—no one had taught him.
"Maybe the System takes the average child-rearing level in this world and gives the baby knowledge most kids his age have?.." Kenshin pondered, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of hot coffee.
"Uuf, God, he's so restless..." Aya sighed, entering the kitchen and pouring herself coffee.
"He'll grow soon and get even more restless," Kenshin said laughing, then added, "But only until full maturity. Then I'll take over his upbringing and training." Kenshin stated firmly, marking his unyielding stance.
"Eh, just please don't hurt him with your training..." Aya sighed, still not reconciled to her son becoming shinobi.
"Don't worry, I won't. Just sensible loads and proper training. Don't think of me as a monster—this is my son first, and I want only the best for him," Kenshin said, pulling the nearby girl onto his lap. She wore a thin floral sundress and immediately felt the hard bulge in Kenshin's pants.
"Shall we make Ichiro a little brother?" Kenshin said with a smile, kissing her tender neck.
"Uuuuf, I'm not against, but not tonight... Ichiro could wake any moment, and he's still so little, needs watching. Tomorrow?" Aya purred, slipping from the young man's embrace, pecking his cheek goodbye.
"Fine, tomorrow it is. But watch it, girl—you'll get double tomorrow!" Kenshin murmured with a sly grin, running his right hand along her smooth thigh, pausing on her tender ass in white panties.
Aya gracefully dodged his hand and darted into the passage toward her son.
That evening the girl again persuaded Kenshin to let little Ichiro sleep with them—he grumbled a bit but agreed. Half an hour later, all were in deep sleep.
The next day was like the two before, except Ichiro now looked four and raced around the house, bombarding his mother and father with questions.
Before lunch, Kenshin finished main chores, trained, checked snares, got fish, and drew the base of a multilayer formation two hundred meters from home. After lunch, the family went to the river, and little Ichiro was thrilled when Dad taught him to swim, showed pretty fish, and even a small fluffy rabbit. At first Ichiro feared the red-eyed rabbit, whining and hiding behind Mommy's skirt, but ten minutes later held it, stroking the soft fur tenderly.
When the young family returned home, Ichiro, tired from intense play, quickly fell asleep on the living room sofa.
Kenshin immediately grabbed Aya's hand and dragged her to the bedroom, locking the door. The girl hopped back to the bed, not letting her lust-maddened husband catch her. She dodged playfully, but a minute later was caught, and the newlyweds tumbled laughing onto the bed. Their tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, Kenshin's strong hands roaming her fragile body freely, groping tender flesh, drawing sweet moans from Aya's mouth.
Kenshin had installed a soundproofing formation in the bedroom a week ago, so now he held nothing back.
Without breaking the kiss, the young man slipped his hand under her thin sundress and stroked her wet, sensitive pussy through her panties. Aya was indeed aroused and happily ready to conceive another baby. She loved being a mom insanely and wanted a second by the time the first grew up.
Kenshin yanked off her little white panties and tossed them aside, smiling at the sight of her smooth pink pussy. He was pleased that despite childbirth, Aya cared for her pussy and was always ready for Kenshin to take her suddenly.
So aroused, the young man skipped foreplay, spread Aya's tender legs, positioned his cock at her wet pussy's entrance, and thrust gently.
Minutes later, Kenshin pounded Aya's tight pussy hard, slamming his cock balls-deep into those hot, velvety clamps.
"Uuuuunggh, God, God, yes! Kenshin, Lord..." Aya whimpered, locking her legs behind Kenshin's back. Her hips bucked wildly, eyes rolled back, pussy clenching hard to milk all the thick cum from the young man's big cock.
For Kenshin, it was the last straw—he felt his big balls tighten, then burning heat surged down his shaft, erupting deep into Aya's little pussy, prolonging her wild orgasm.