Yuna went into labor at 4:22 AM, thirty-nine weeks into her eighth pregnancy.The contractions were intense. She gripped Haruto’s arm tightly in the car, moaning through the pain as he drove through the dark streets."Faster...! He’s coming...!" she gasped, both hands on her massive belly.Haruto drove in silence, his face pale and hollow. This was now his eighth time rushing his wife to the hospital to give birth to another man’s child.

At the hospital, the delivery room was prepared. Haruto signed the birth certificate paperwork as the father for the eighth time. Marcus arrived shortly after and was allowed in the room.The labor lasted seven grueling hours.Yuna screamed, pushed, and cursed, her face red and drenched in sweat. Haruto held one hand, Marcus held the other."Push, baby," Marcus encouraged her. "Push out our son.""I’m pushing—!! It hurts so much—!!" Yuna screamed.Haruto stood beside her in scrubs, tears streaming down his face as he watched his extremely pregnant wife struggle to deliver yet another child that wasn’t his.At 11:15 AM, Theo Khalil Takahashi was born.The baby came out crying strongly — a healthy, big baby boy with dark skin, curly hair, and strong features that left no doubt about his true father. The doctor placed him on Yuna’s chest.Yuna burst into tears of pure joy, cradling her newborn son."He’s perfect..." she sobbed happily. "Look at him, Marcus. Our eighth child."Marcus smiled with deep pride and kissed Yuna’s forehead, gently stroking the baby’s head.Haruto was once again forced to cut the umbilical cord. His hands shook violently as the scissors snipped the connection. The weight of eight children that weren’t his crushed down on him harder than ever before.

In the recovery room, Yuna breastfed Theo while looking radiant despite exhaustion. Marcus sat beside her, proud and possessive.Haruto stood at the foot of the bed, holding the birth certificate for the eighth time."Sign it," Yuna ordered softly, not even looking up from her son.Haruto’s tears fell onto the paper as he signed his name once again: Father: Haruto Takahashi.Nurses congratulated him warmly. "Another beautiful baby boy! Your family is truly blessed!"Haruto forced a broken, empty smile."Yes... I’m very happy."When the nurses left, Yuna finally looked at him with tired but cruel satisfaction."Come here."Haruto approached. Yuna gently placed the newborn Theo in his arms."Hold your eighth child, fake daddy."Haruto held the tiny baby — Marcus’s eighth child — in his trembling arms. Theo was perfect. Beautiful. And nothing like him.Yuna took several photos."This one is going straight to the premium gallery," she said happily. "Caption: ’Our family keeps blessing us Thank you to my wonderful husband for being such a devoted father to all our children.’"Marcus chuckled and patted Haruto on the back."You’re a pro at this now, cuck. Keep raising them well. I’ll keep making them."

That night in the hospital room, after Marcus had left, Yuna lay in bed breastfeeding Theo while Haruto knelt beside her.She looked down at him with exhausted but glowing eyes."Eight children now," she whispered. "And I’m already planning the ninth. Marcus wants to start trying again in five weeks."She reached down and stroked Haruto’s tear-stained cheek."You did well today. You always do. Even when it destroys you... you still serve perfectly."Yuna smiled, eyes full of dark affection."Welcome to fatherhood for the eighth time, Haruto. There will be many, many more."Haruto remained on his knees, staring at the newborn baby boy in Yuna’s arms — another living proof of his complete and irreversible destruction.The cycle continued.Stronger.Faster.Endless.