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 117: Whirlwind of Milk

Chapter 117: Whirlwind of Milk

Night has fully settled in.

“I’m baaack—haaa.”

“Mugumugu, oh, Kei and Bestelta-sama! Welcome back. What’s with the sigh?”

Back at the orphanage, Silvia’s munching on a Dumboar steak, wearing just sky-blue striped panties. Karin and Silvia’s underwear game is on point, but Maia and Luna rock those pumpkin bloomers. Are nice ones pricey? We need a shop for affordable, cute designs.

Man, Silvia’s old-man habits haven’t changed a bit. Legs spread wide, nearly flashing everything. Karin’s probably given up. Speaking of, where are Karin and the kids? Asleep already?

“Kei, I’m hitting the sack. Silvia, I’m taking this.”

“Hey, my meat…”

Silvia’s eyes are all pitiful. Bestelta’s super casual with her, huh?

Bestelta snatches Silvia’s steak, chomps it down, mogumogu, and tosses off her rider suit, heading to bed. Gotta fold that later.

“It’s nothing big. Just tired.”

“Well, duh, diving all day would tire anyone out. I just wrapped up a round of Cosmodia tweaks. Ugh, exhausted. Oh, if you’re hitting the kitchen, grab me more ragù? Maia seasoned it this time.”

Her stretch flashes her navel. Her tummy’s kinda poyonpoyon. Been cooped up eating too much?

“How’s progress?”

I scoop two bowls of Flame Ragù from the kitchen pot. Still warm. Meat and veggies stewed to mush—Karin keeps their shape, but different cooks, different styles.

“Hmm, honestly, it’s pretty great. If this hits the potion market in bulk, it’ll stir trouble. Thanks!”

Kotori, I set the ragù on the table. Dig in. Ooh, tasty. Maia nailed it. Spiced bold for post-dive hunger? So thoughtful.

“No way, that good? Ready to pitch a prototype to the Merchant’s Guild?”

“Mmm, but I wanna rub it in that Guildmaster’s face.”

She stuffs her face with ragù, mochamocha.

“Hah, I get it.”

“Right? He crushed us last time. Now it’s our turn.”

Silvia grins wickedly, nishishi. She’s dropping the pretense more these days.

“Got a plan to one-up him?”

“That’s the thing. Cosmodia’s recipe doesn’t list ways to boost effects. Any ideas?”

Motchumotchu, she devours ragù, one leg up on the chair, licking sauce off her fingers. Bad manners.

“Maybe… brew it as tea?”

It was a popular drink in the Forest of Certain Death. Humans drinking it? Bad news, though.

“Oh! Right, I forgot! Grandma drank it as tea… I was too hung up on the spirit herb angle…”

Silvia mutters, butsubutsu. Merchant, huh? Your eyes are going full mad scientist.

“Hey, don’t overdo it. You’ll wreck yourself. Not exercising, are you?”

“Ugh, how’d you know?”

“That unhealthy tummy gives it away.”

“Pervert.”

She hides her stomach, grimacing, iii, in mock threat. Just being true to my desires.

“Aww, I bought booze at lunch. Was gonna drink with you.”

Mmm, can’t ignore that.

“I hunted Run Rabbit meat. Thought I’d treat you.”

Counterattack. Got plenty left.

“What, Run Rabbit? That’s an EX beast from floor three. Even veteran adventurers struggle to hunt it. Kei, how far did you go?”

“Beat the floor five boss.”

“Huh?”

“Challenging floor six.”

“That’s crazy fast… Oh, but you nabbed Flame Bear pelts, so makes sense…”

She’s muttering again, butsubutsu.

“So, we drinking? Eating? You can’t cook, so don’t fight me.”

“Ugh, fine…”

We sautéed the rabbit meat and ate. Insanely delicious. We devoured it silently, like a contest. No wonder it’s popular—pairs perfectly with booze.

After, mildly buzzed, we called it a night. Silvia passed out, so I carried her to bed. She’s warm, body all limp. Her butt sank under my grip, breasts sagging with gravity. Flushed face, boozy breath, lived-in panties. Yet… I’m not that turned on. She’s like a guy friend. I’ve grown up, huh? Back on Earth, a hot girl in this setup? Instant dive, instant arrest.

As I lay Silvia down—

“Kei-sama?”

Karin calls, eyes bleary. Clearly sleepy and wiped.

“Hey, Karin, I’m back. Sorry for waking you.”

“No, I apologize for not greeting you.”

“Nah, no kneeling.”

I stop her from crouching.

“But…”

“It’s fine. Heard you had a ton of slum folks today?”

“Indeed. Actually…”

No standing around—we head to her bedroom.

Ngah, her scent fills the room. Now that’s a turn-on.

She’s exhausted, I learn. No wonder—playing priest to a crowd of believers all day? That’s draining. Standing nonstop, too. Apparently, Luna and Maia were beasts. Luna subdued a rowdy mob of guys without hurting them. Badass. I’m smitten. Maia played with the kids, put them to bed, cooked, did laundry, weeded, cleaned—all solo. I’ve lived alone; that’s a grind. Her cooking? They ate tons. Well, it’s in the contract.

Karin’s beat. Time to show some gratitude.

“Karin, strip and lie down.”

“Yes, understood.”

No hesitation—she complies.

Buruwan!

Her soft breasts spill out.

“Sorry, I don’t produce like Maia, but please.”

She thrusts out her perky nipples. Grateful, but that’s not today’s plan.

“Okay, okay, face down.”

I guide her shoulders down.

“Ah, what are you—?”

“Here we go!”

Her graceful line from waist to nape, lightly fuzzy. I press my thumbs along that S-curve, slowly kneading.

“Purification.”

Showawan.

“Aaaah!”

Karin jolts, bikubiku.

“Purification massage time. I’ll break down fatigue and toxins, flush ‘em out.”

I grind her shoulder blades, guriguri. Her obliques and quadratus lumborum, pikipiki. Stiff traps from neck to shoulders, gorigori. Strained calves from standing, momimomi gorigori. Soles, guryuguryu. Big thighs and glutes, momimomi peropero surisuri.

Showawawawa.

“Ku, aaah, n, ahh!”

Karin writhes, her body a purunpurun rebel. Getting real excited, but I hold back. I’m no wild beast pouncing everywhere. I’m a gentleman. A pervert gentleman.

*

“Su… u…”

She squirmed at first but relaxed as I worked, soon passing out. Her sleeping face was adorably sloppy, but I just peropero-ed lightly and dressed her to not wake her. I leave.

Time to sleep. First, gotta calm my raging Tanezu-rod. Solo breeding tonight? Maybe borrow Karin’s panties… Nah, that’s too low. Silvia’s floor-dropped ones, then?

“Master.”

“Master, apologies for the late hour.”

Lost in thought, Tanezu-rod mukumuku-ing, I didn’t notice Maia and Luna nearby.

“Huh, weren’t you asleep?”

“No slave sleeps before their Master,” Luna says flatly. C’mon, sleep for your health.

“You seem troubled, Master. That’s toxic. Please come to the dormitory. We’ll serve you.”

Oh, right, they’re staying there now. Glad they’re using it.

“How’s the dorm’s comfort?”

“Exceptionally restful, like fatigue melts away. Is it truly okay for slaves to use?”

“Totally. Sleep lots, stay healthy.”

“Your kindness is unparalleled,” Luna says, bowing sharply. Is she picking up fanatic vibes from the believers? Worrying.

“M-Master…”

Maia’s sweet voice slinks in, her body rubbing against me. Hot!

“You’re so mean, Master. You promised daily milking, but you’re teasing me…”

She lifts her heavy, ultra-busty chest. Are they… bigger?

“Not once today. They’re so full, panpan.”

Jyunwa.

Milk overflow!?

Maia’s milk soaks through her clothes, dripping. Insane. Tsuntsun.

Pushyu.

“Ahh, it’s leaking!”

Pushi, pushi.

Like a dam bursting, Maia’s Milk Dam overflows. Can’t make a mess here. To the dorm.

*

At the dorm, we dove into a whirlwind of milk play.

As we entered, Maia cried, “I can’t take it!” I lifted her shirt, revealing swollen milk-dishes and nipples spurting like fountains, and took them in my mouth.

Dobyurururu!

Whoa! Thick! Like yogurt, creamy and solid.

“U… haa!”

Maia trembles in climax, milk gushing, dapadapa, dopyudopyu.

“Luna.”

“Yes. Excuse me. Hamun.”

Zurorororo, ju, juro.

Luna kneels, and a vulgar vacuum sound erupts. Her suction’s unreal.

Irresistible.

We bred for a while. Sorry, you two must be beat. Maia was, as always, loose and sloppy. Luna’s Hyena-rod stood painfully erect, so I gently stroked and nibbled with Lamialka-style snake-fellatio. No resistance—her rod’s like an Incock. While gujuguju-ing Maia’s bedding, I pecked Luna’s rod. Her stoic face twitching pikupiku was thrilling. She came a few times, probably. Then we switched—bred with Luna. Maia soaked the bedding, jyunjywa, while Luna rode me, full Master-mode, motionless. Occasional thrusts drew moans. Couldn’t resist—walked the Hyena from behind. She couldn’t hold back her voice.

Phew… Beastmen are the best.

*

Gasari.

A noise outside. Sunsun—that sharp scent… could it be…?