After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 917

Chapter 917: A Little Fight

“Pregnant?” The couple uttered simultaneously, turning to each other with wide eyes.

“PREGNANT!!” Ansel yelled, immediately lifting her high up in glee.

The blonde squealed in surprise, wrapping her arms around his head by instinct, making Ansel’s face squeeze on her bountiful chest. However, he was too happy at this time to make any innuendos.

Winona was also teary with happiness but she couldn’t help but pull Ansel’s hair. “Idiot, be careful.”

“Oh, right right right,” he said, gently putting her down. He enveloped her into his arms as soon as her feet landed on the ground. He kept hugging her, refusing to let go.

Winona blinked and her eyes lined with tears. She wrapped her arms around his torso, feeling his warmth as well.

Althea looked at the two with a full heart, smiling. “Well, we should start preparing for that long-awaited wedding.”

…

Winona had begun showing some emotional outbursts the past few days, but now they knew it was due to her pregnancy.

This showed very clearly later in the night they found out the news.

“You’re pregnant.. you’re pregnant…” Ansel chanted, chuckling like an idiot, all the while placing several chaste kisses all over Winona’s face.

Winona giggled and enjoyed the attention. It was pretty wholesome at first, with Ansel tickling his lover with his lips, though it soon turned heated when Ansel’s hand began exploring her supple skin again.

Winona moaned under his caress, with Ansel’s lips on hers, eating all the delicious sounds that she made.

His hands touched her legs as he opened them wide, his warm palms sensually stroking higher until they reached her sensitive inner thighs.

His hand squeezed her suppleness, loving the feel of it.

“Ahh no wonder your thighs are even plumper and nicer to touch now,” he said, voice raspy from lust. He was completely flirtatious when he said this, but he felt her freeze instead.

Puzzled, he lifted his head to look at her, shocked to see her sobbing face. “Are you calling me fat and ugly?”

Ansel blinked. When did he say that?!

Slap!

“Jerk!”

Ansel didn’t even feel the sting. He could only gape as Winona slid away to the edge of the bed, intent to get away from him. “O-Oi!”

She stood up and forcefully let go when he tried to grab her. His heart stopped when she almost hit a table, but fortunately she didn’t.

Ansel was afraid that forcefully grabbing would make her retaliate more and hurt herself. In the end, he could only follow her helplessly.

He apologized continuously—which was saying a lot because he didn’t even know what he did!

It was just that he got paler and paler and then completely blue when he saw where she was going!

Althea’s room!

It happened that, at this time, Althea and Garan were about to do their ‘nightly activities’. Winona’s arrival came just in time to give Garan one of his biggest blue balls ever.

However, Winona couldn’t sense the coldness that surrounded Garan and just cried, inconsolable, mumbling something like ‘men are jerks, would they cheat if I’m fat? Jerks.’

Ansel very much told them the whole story but Althea knew too well about the emotional outbursts that came with pregnancy.

Althea had to take her friend in for the night and Garan had no choice but to sleep in a different room.

Of course, he didn’t go straight there because he dragged Ansel to the barracks for a ‘warm up’ in the middle of the night.

BANG!

CRASH!

“Ouch! Damnit!” the redhead gasped, but he tried to balance himself, lunging forward to retaliate. To no avail, unsurprisingly.

When Ansel was thrown down after the nth time, he groaned out in annoyance and his hands lit up with fire. Who cared if Garan wasn’t using his element? This was to balance things out!

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t been able to practice much because he felt the heat would kill him. But now, there was no such thing.

Ansel lunged towards his nominal brother, using many of the techniques he knew against him.

His hands exploded and he threw punch after punch at the ebony-haired man. He used the fire created to widen his area of effect, extending his reach.

Garan though would always catch his attacks, either redirecting it somewhere with a fist, a palm, or an elbow.

While Garan didn’t insult him much (obviously, his technique had been polished after all this time), but his throw-downs were as harsh as ever.

Ansel screamed when he landed on his back again. He did a backflip and he was standing up the next moment, not pausing at all as he sprinted towards his brother.

Ansel upped his attacks, throwing them faster and more intense, truly wanting to place a hit.

However, at some point, Garan suddenly shifted to the side and caught his elbow again, but this time he bent it so his fiery fist was heading straight to his body!

This was one of his favorite shirts!

Fire users could still burn their clothes so he had no choice but to put out the fire.

The moment he did so, Garan’s large palms found his face and he was thrown back once again.

“Damnit!!” he yelled, pounding on the soil beside him in anger.

He was gasping for air, exhausted, and he didn’t feel like standing up anymore just to get another beating.

He didn’t even look when he heard Garan’s footsteps going near him. “Fire is strong,” he said, that baritone voice of his echoing in the empty sparring field. “But it is a double-edged sword.”

All elements could affect their users. Even him. If he was less skilled and surrounded his hands with ice without controlling it well, he could still get a frostbite from it.

What he did was to create a vapor that would insulate his hands, but creating ice and frozen air or mist at the same time was an extremely delicate technique that not everyone could do.

In any case, this was another harsh reality check from Garan to Ansel, and the red head—despite his aching body and being the target of Garan’s obvious unfair venting—was enlightened to the next direction of his training.

Of course, another was to build fireproof clothing which wasn’t impossible for their team at all.

With this, Ansel stood up again and went on another round… which, of course, ended up with Ansel’s demise.

Bang!

Ansel was thrown a few meters away and it was here that Ansel finally gave up.

“Shame to make your woman cry,” he said, before preparing to finally head back to the house.

Seeing him so judgemental, Ansel felt very wronged. “I didn’t say anything wrong! It’s just her pregnancy! Even Althea wasn’t any less emotional!”

This made Garan pause and look at him. “What?”

“Althea’s pregnancy wasn’t easy you know! And you just had to be out on a mission at that time!” Ansel yelled, suddenly feeling like ranting. “And then you—”

Disappeared.

The coldness around Garan changed a bit and his shoulders slumped as he walked towards Ansel, pulling him up with a hand.

“Tell me more.”