A Story of How I Went to Commit Suicide, but Ended Up at a Mysterious House and Got Pampered by a Motherly Beauty - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

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I was in a light doze. Ah… Being on the edge of waking but unable to fully rise felt incredibly pleasant. Being taken in by the mayoi-ga and given proper bedding played a big part.

I realized anew how important bedding was. The comfort and fatigue recovery compared to my old, thin futon were incomparable. The fluffy sensation made me want to linger in it forever. All this was thanks to Nanaho-sama airing it out…

…Nanaho-sama…

“Ha!?”

I jolted upright. No, I didn’t have time to sleep so leisurely. I couldn’t keep letting Nanaho-sama handle all the chores, like this futon. I had resolved to wake up early today and do simple cooking or cleaning in her place…

“Oh, you’re awake, you. Good morning.”

“G-good morning.”

Nanaho-sama was already up. She was sitting on the engawa(wooden veranda) while smoking a kiseru (a Japanese smoking pipe)  with a faint smile. She looked stunningly beautiful. Perhaps because of the mountain setting, a thin mist hung over the garden, creating a fantastical scene. It wasn’t so late that the sun was directly overhead, but it wasn’t exactly an early rise either.

“Sorry, I woke up later than you, Nanaho-sama…”

“Kufufu, don’t worry about such things. Kids need to sleep well to stay healthy.”

Kids… 

Nanaho-sama, chuckling, continued to pamper me as always. Hmm… From her perspective, I must seem like a child. She didn’t look much different in age, perhaps even younger, so being spoiled by someone with such overwhelming maternal warmth, who could pass as younger, felt somewhat embarrassing.

“Besides, you moved quite a lot yesterday. With that much physical activity, it’s only natural to sleep deeply from exhaustion.”

Yesterday…

Hearing that word from Nanaho-sama’s mouth, I recalled the intense intercourse from last night and instinctively looked down. Indeed, I had thrust my hips so vigorously and repeatedly, it was practically a first in my life. Considering I hadn’t exercised much recently, it was a miracle I wasn’t sore.

“I’m getting old, so my hips are aching terribly…”

“S-sorry…”

Seeing me look down, Nanaho-sama teased, placing her hands on her hips. Guh… I couldn’t say anything back.

“Just kidding. I’m not so weak as to be broken by that.”

Nanaho-sama smirked, covering her mouth with a soft chuckle. I couldn’t help but follow the sway of her beautiful, wavy black hair with my eyes.

“Alright, shall we have breakfast?”

“Ah, let me help…”

With a “yokkorase” (a grunt like heave-ho) like an old lady, Nanaho-sama stood up. Yet, it felt more like a young woman playfully mimicking one. Fortunately, breakfast hadn’t been prepared yet.

Good, this was my chance to prove my usefulness and get some tasks. Honestly, I wasn’t confident in cooking, but following Nanaho-sama’s instructions was key. If I could do that, she might entrust me with other tasks.

“Hm…? What are you talking about?”

“Eh…?”

But my enthusiasm was cut short by Nanaho-sama’s puzzled expression. Huh? Did I say something wrong? Maybe I got carried away on my own. Feeling apologetic, I looked at Nanaho-sama…

“Here. Your breakfast.”

“Eh!?”

Without warning, Nanaho-sama opened the collar of her kimono, exposing her ample breasts with a boing. I was so shocked my eyes nearly popped out of its socket.

“Eh… Ehh…?”

Nanaho-sama, are you a pervert?

No, perhaps living for so long made her seek thrills. She said almost no one visited the mayoi-ga, so maybe that led to a fetish for excitement through exposure? I felt embarrassed to see her doing that in front of me, but…  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from their overwhelming volume.

Her breasts were perfectly shaped, with cherry-colored nipples perched on pale skin. They were almost artistic in nature.  Would we be doing sexual relief again this morning? I thought so, but it seemed slightly different. With a smug grin, Nanaho-sama began massaging her ample breasts with both hands. And then…

“What!?”

A squirt of white liquid shot from her cherry-colored nipples.

It pattered onto the wooden engawa, and I was too stunned to move.

No way…No way, that’s…!

“Well, well, I kept thinking about nursing you, and it started coming out. Is this what they call maternal instinct?”

Nanaho-sama puffed up with a triumphant look.

I don’t think that’s right, but I couldn’t say it outright either. 

To change her body to produce breast milk just from that desire alone… It was nothing short of amazing. Obviously, she couldn’t be pregnant from yesterday, and even if she were, producing milk in one day was impossible.

“Good, good, come here. I’ll let you suckle on mother’s milk.”

“Eh!? N-no, at my age, that’s too embarrassing…”

Nanaho-sama sat in seiza, patting her soft thighs.

No, I mean… Drinking milk during intercourse feels fitting though…

In fact, it would be so erotic. I really wanted to try it if I could, but having breast milk as an actual meal? No way. That would be way too embarrassing.  Especially in a nursing position like a child.

I’m not exactly old, but I’m an adult.

The image of a grown man being nursed by a woman who could pass as younger… It was too mortifying. Since the mayoi-ga was a special place with no other eyes, I didn’t need about other people’s prying gaze, but…

“…I went through the trouble of producing milk for you, and you won’t drink? I see…”

“Ah! No, I do want to drink. Please, let me.”

Seeing Nanaho-sama’s crestfallen look, I blurted out those words.

…It couldn’t be helped. I didn’t want to see her sad expression. For her sake, I could endure any humiliation. That said, her intense desire to nurse me was a bit concerning…

“That’s right! Come here.”

However, my worries were blown away by Nanaho-sama’s joyful beckoning.

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