Now that you know what the pump's for, you're not interested

You'd signed up to love and cherish your saintesses, at times in a physical sense. This pump was not a saintess, however valuable and advanced it might be as a prototype. Even if it was crafted by angels, that didn't mean it was your wife. As such, you did not want to fuck it. You'd save your semen this night for someone who might really appreciate it.

Liens knit her brow, looking as though she was someone who might really appreciate it. She shouldn't blame you for this, right? She was the one asking the moon from you, hoping that you'd stick yourself into some weird device you'd never seen before, pump out your baby gravy, and give it to her in a bottle. There wasn't a single chapter in the church's texts nor anything in squire training that talked about this kind of situation. You told her that you really weren't comfortable with it.

"Tch. You're impeding scientific progress. Why bring me the pump. And then not use it? Huh? Are you teasing me? I hate that."

You told her that you, honest-to-Geod, cross your heart, had no idea this was a dick pump when you brought it to her. You had believed Mot's story that it was used for extracting mana. It was, in a sense... Semen was known to contain trace amounts of mana, but not something that could be used to power a machine. Really, he'd just pulled the wool over your eyes.

The elf shook her head with disapproval. "You're scared. I get it. Unfortunate. But understandable. Don't lose that pump. In the future. Maybe we use it."

You didn't feel like that day would come, but you nodded, setting the pump back into your pack. It sounded like, without you, she had no use for it.

Liens bit the thumb of her glove, hesitating to return to her work. Her face looked immensely dissatisfied, as though her whole night was ruined. "Crap. Shit. What did I do wrong there?" she grumbled to herself under her breath, perhaps thinking you couldn't hear. "Should have smiled more? Acted sexy? I don't know. Thought I didn't need to. Thought he'd use it. Fuck. Fuck-dammit." She squinted her eyes shut as though a headache had come over her.

It was clear she was admitting to herself that she couldn't have put on that kind of act, even if she'd wanted to. You tried to imagine Liens putting on bedroom eyes and asking you "pretty please" and failed instantly. Even just a cute smile was a non-starter when it came to her.

"You're still here? Ugh. Just go. I'll see you in the morning." She dismissed you. "Don't worry about it. Your choice. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

She told you not to worry about it, but seeing how it had somehow made the eternally grumpy Liens even more grumpy, you had to worry a little...