Free Isekai Reproduction Life with an Endangered Demi-Human Onee-san in the Forest of Certain Death ~My Mental Stat Is Pathetically Weak, But After Transferring, I’ll Live for Myself This Time~

Chapter 101: Milky Majesty?

It’s been a wild day. Caught a creep this morning, got ambushed on the way, ended up cooking and healing for a crowd. That sparked a ton of new Geos followers. Buying slaves was a hassle, too. Went to the Adventurer’s Guild for some Shaaru-chan healing, but the demi-human hate pissed me off. Emotions all over the place. I need some peace.

So, here we are.

Nighttime.

The moment I’ve been waiting for. Why, you ask?

“Master-sama, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Sorry… to keep you waiting…”

Luna and Maia enter. Uhoo! This is it. Been waiting for this—ten thousand years and two thousand more!

“Maia’s new to this, so if I may be so bold, I’ll assist.”

Luna’s ears twitch as she raises her head. Plain shorts and shirt, but her fluffy upper body’s bursting with oppai under that shirt. Luna’s got a caretaker vibe, huh? Maia’s nervous—good call having Luna here.

“M-Master-sama, I’m inexperienced, but… please.”

Maia bows.

Burururun!

Maia’s outfit is wild. A sheer negligee—everything shows. Top, bottom, all visible. Perfect. Whose is this? Did they buy it on the way back? With Karin, maybe? Does Karin have one too…? No, calm down. Focus on the situation.

“No need to be nervous. I’ll be gentle.”

Ugh, my voice came out creepier than I thought. Can’t help it—those super oppai are to blame.

Luna’s got overflowing, ripe fruit, but Maia? Hers are spilling. A flood. I’m drowning. Need Noah’s ark. Milky Majesty. Goddess of Oppai. Bow down, peasants! Behold Her Milky Majesty! Step back! No way, I won’t! I refuse to retreat! Grant me an audience with Her Milky Majesty! Please, I beg you! Show me your divine visage, O Milky Majesty!

Yup, I’m done for. My instincts are at orc levels.

“Master-sama, I disciplined Maia for her table manners. Observe.”

Luna grabs Maia’s Milky Majesty from behind.

“Hau!”

Maia twitches, her Milky Majesty quivering.

Juwa!

“What’s that…?”

The tips of her Milky Majesty seep white, piercing the thin negligee. Thick, milky drops drip down.

Holy… It’s a jun-jun flood.

“Punish this rude milking slave…”

Luna says it deadpan. Where’d she learn that phrase?

“You sure about this?”

Faced with dripping fruit, my last shred of reason hesitates. Call it chickening out.

“Of course! Master-sama kept his promise. That food was the best I’ve ever had. I’m happy. Now it’s my turn. Feast! I’ll make nutrient-packed milk for you daily. My oppai will be pumped and waiting!”

Maia’s eyes burn with resolve. Luna nods slowly behind her. Your idea, Luna? Keep it coming.

“Master-sama, I’ll support you. Enjoy to your heart’s content.”

Muchi-purun! Luna lifts her heavy-grade oppai toward me. They sag shamelessly against gravity. Guhehe, so lewdly drooping.

“Here I go.”

Kapuri.

I dive in. Warm, faintly sweet liquid seeps into my mouth.

Umm.

This is too good. Pure, rich milk flavor. High-end ranch, full-fat stuff. Brain’s going dumb.

“Nn!”

Maia lets out a sultry moan, her teary eyes locked on me.

Pop.

The Milky Majesty bursts in my head. Reason drowns in milk.

“Kya!”

I scoop Maia up, pin her to the bed, and go to town on her Left Milk Minister. Sweet, so sweet. Endless flow. Outrageous, Left Minister, you’re fired!

“Master-sama…”

Maia’s melty voice slides into my brain, wrecking it. I’m a milk-sucking chaos.

My right hand kneads the Right Milk Minister. Nuo! This one’s firm, unlike the soft Left Minister. Why? Gotta investigate. I’m an adventurer, after all.

Ham.

“Ahh, that one!”

Jun-juwawa!

What’s this taste? Complex. First, a smooth milk breeze on my tongue. Then, a faint sour-bitter glide from hard to soft palate. A hint of astringency confuses me, followed by a crisp, rich milk wave—second hit. One suck, and Maia’s milk bounces, gushing two, three times.

Byu! Shubi! Jun-juwa-shubibi!

(This milk moves!)

The milk dances in my mouth, Maia’s scent. My heart’s going primal.

Such vitality. Fresh, straight-from-the-source.

I keep squeezing the Left Milk Minister, gyumu-gyumu.

I pause to stare at both Milk Ministers.

Magnificent.

Not perfectly shaped. Big to start, and milking’s made them sag. Drooping lazily, indulging gravity. So slothful.

But that’s the charm.

The darkened, swollen milk dishes lack elegance—purely vulgar. The milk caps, stretched from sucking, slacken and elongate. Rolling them with my tongue, milking hard, milk gushes dopa-dopa.

(Jango-san, you’ve got an eye for this.)

I’ll shop at her place again. Ugh, picturing her groping a male slave’s butt. Gonna hurl. Need a palate cleanser.

I pull both Milk Ministers together, pinching their caps.

Pushu!

“Ahh, ahh!”

“Whoa!”

Pyu!

Milk shoots ceiling-high. A beastman geyser.

“Uhh…”

Maia’s eyes melt, her expression euphoric. Her open mouth trembles, red tongue quivering.

I seal her mouth, devouring it. Both hands milk rhythmically—pyup-pyu, milk sprays. Warm liquid hits my stomach, dripping to soak my Tanezu Rod. Oh no. Can’t hold back.

“Master-sama, your Heir Rod looks strained. I’ll soothe it. Don’t look at me—savor Maia.”

Heir Rod? First time hearing that.

Luna lifts Maia like a blanket, draping her over me. Oof, the milk pressure’s intense. Maia’s slack face is close, her breath hot. Milk caps leak jun-juwa. Is this a meat blanket? Need five more.

“Haua!”

Kapuri.

Something warm engulfs my Heir Rod. Luna. Ugh, nothing like a human mouth. So long, so deep!

Guppo-guppo. Juboboruru, bobyu! Jurubububu!

Yup, someone’s unclogging a pipe somewhere. Just vacuum cleaning.

“Master-sama, lift your hips a bit.”

“L-Like this?”

Tsupu.

Whoa! Hot! Loose. So loose, but a new sensation.

Maia’s hips twitch, bikubikun, milk gushing, forming a Milky Way.

She’s melting into a mess. So loose. Wild.

“Hmm, too slack. Master-sama, may I tighten her up for discipline?”