Coming of Age
Raise a divine tree, seize the world in your hands, and through that achievement ascend to the Divine Throne.
The path had been laid out with perfect clarity — but finishing it was another matter entirely.
Even with Fortuna's help, growing a divine tree was never going to be easy.
But I can't give up.
There were three ways Jun could impregnate Fortuna.
The first: grow strong enough to trigger a Realize that could bridge the gap in their ranks.
The second: lean on pure luck through Fortuna's divine authority.
And the third, final method: seize the world, ascend to the Divine Throne, and stand on equal footing with her.
Three paths, none of them guaranteed — which meant he couldn't afford to abandon a single one.
"Grow up fast and gift me the world, alright?"
Jun poured every ounce of longing into the words as he stroked Little Sprout. The seedling swayed its leaves left and right, nuzzling against his finger.
Through the soul-thread that had formed the moment it germinated, its feelings flowed into him — affirmation, happiness, affection… and beneath them, anxiety and guilt.
Once he sensed those last two, a twinge of guilt pricked at him in return. He stroked Little Sprout with even more care. Still, he couldn't quite bring himself to say, You don't have to rush.
"Tch. I like being petted too, you know. I can be plenty cute."
A sweet, thoroughly jealous voice piped up beside him. Jun snorted a laugh and turned.
His jealous, adorable angel was puffing her cheeks out like balloons, shooting him sidelong glances — already shifted into human form so she'd be easier to pet.
He promptly pulled her onto his lap. Now that he was taller than her, settling her there brought their eyes level almost automatically. It felt like proof he could finally play a man's part, and he loved the position for that reason alone. Fortuna — clingy, touch-starved Fortuna — needed no convincing whatsoever.
For the record: he stood at five-nine. She was five-six.
"Did our For want some pets too?"
"Hmph! I don't know."
"Jealous that I was only spoiling Little Sprout, huh? Don't be mad. I'll pet somewhere even better for our For."
"…Where?"
"Here."
His hand glided up over the lush swell of Fortuna's breasts. Soft, magnificent, and impossibly full, they answered that light touch with a slow, inviting roll. The weight of them was considerable — heavy with milk, by the feel of it.
"Aahng♡"
She rubbed against him, letting out a lewd little moan, eyes already thick with heat as she looked up at him. Soft, springy flesh pressed against every point of contact. A sweet milky scent flooded his nose.
The cute, lovable little jealous thing had already transformed into a hot, wanton seductress, and Jun was more than happy to fall for it. He roughly kneaded both breasts and asked,
"Like that?"
"Mm♡ Petting feels so good♡"
"Want me to pet here too?"
"Mm♡ Hurry♡ Hurryhurry, pet me♡"
He tapped between her thighs with a fingertip. Fortuna spread her legs wide, baring her most private place so he could reach it without effort. He slid his hand between them exactly as she wanted.
Schlick, schlick. Wet sounds, and the feel of soft, delicate flesh. Wherever her panties had gone, she was bare underneath — already dripping sticky juices down her thighs. The thick folds of her sex were soaked through; she'd clearly been like this for a while.
"For, how long have you been like this, hmm?"
"Since the kiss♡ Since the welcome-home kiss♡"
"So you were in heat in front of everyone else? What if they found out our For is actually a dirty little angel?"
"But♡ Your scent is so good I couldn't hold it in."
She buried her nose against his throat and started breathing him in deep.
Sniff! A twitch. Sniff! Another twitch.
Every inhale sent a light climax shuddering through her body. Juices burst from her sex; the light left her eyes. She looked for all the world like she was high on something.
"Haa♡ Jun, For wants to drink your white milk-honey. Can I? Please?"
"And if I say no, you won't?"
"Nooope♡"
Fortuna answered with a wicked little smile and rose from his lap. In that instant her nun's habit flashed with light and vanished without a trace. All that remained were the veil on her head and a garter belt with stockings — an obscenely lewd outfit.
"Fufu. Well, Jun? Am I beautiful?"
When he stared, she smiled sultrily and spun in place, putting herself on display. Her full hips swayed; her lush breasts bounced. His cock throbbed, demanding release. Jun answered by stripping off his pants and letting it free. Fortuna beamed, thoroughly satisfied.
"Juuun, I wanna drink milk-honey now."
"Alright, alright."
He slid off the bed and sat on the edge so she could harvest her honey more easily. Fortuna dove straight between his spread legs, burying her face against the rigid honey-stick and the heavy honey-sacs dangling beneath. She nuzzled like a cat begging for affection, then stuck out her tongue and began to lick.
Lick. Lick.
"Haa♡~ So sweet. So delicious. I'm so glad I modified you."
"…Good. As long as you're happy."
Watching Fortuna lose herself licking his cock was incredibly hot — but Jun's feelings were a little more complicated than that.
The Social Butterfly's Blessing had three effects: an attractive face, a pleasant voice, and a pleasant body scent. Fortuna had improved all three through Realize, and the upgraded scent meant his body odor and fluids now carried the taste and fragrance of the honey she'd loved so much in Heaven.
Recreating the flavor and aroma from memory had been hard; she'd only succeeded recently. Ever since, she seized every spare moment to latch onto his honey-stick and suck the white honey from his sacs dry. Sometimes there wasn't a single drop left, and she'd have to force more into existence with Mama's Hand (Heal).
Even with Jun's formidable libido and physique, it was exhausting. And the moment he broke a sweat, a cloying sweetness rolled off his entire body and grated on his nerves. There were times he wanted to restore his scent and fluids to normal.
But just as he hadn't been able to reverse the changes to his appearance, he couldn't bring himself to act — afraid the blessing would shatter, afraid Fortuna would be disappointed.
"Ngh!"
Spurt! Spurtrt!
While he was lost in thought, the climax that had been building finally erupted. Fortuna, mid-paizuri, pressed her lips to the tip peeking from between her breasts like a kiss and drank every drop of honey it spat without pausing for breath.
Gulp. Gulp.
The sound of her throat working was startlingly clear — and somehow so erotic that the orgasm, which had been tapering off, surged back to full strength.
"Slurp! Slurp—puwah~"
Having sucked out even the honey left in his urethra, Fortuna opened her mouth wide for him to see. White, cloudy fluid pooled precariously on her pink tongue, on the verge of spilling over.
"Good girl. Now swallow."
Gulp. Hnn♡
"Satisfied?"
She shook her head.
"Yeah? Hold on anyway. Your lower mouth needs some honey too."
She nodded.
"That's my For. As a reward, I'll fuck you however you want. How do you want it?"
Fortuna chewed thoughtfully on the head of his cock for a moment, then rose and climbed onto the bed. She presented her full, round ass to him and swayed it invitingly. Sticky juices that had been dripping in beads swung with the motion.
"What's this? You used to insist on face-to-face."
"There's too much milk, haa♡~ My chest feels like it's going to burst. Squeeze it out already~"
When Jun asked in surprise, Fortuna cupped her heavy, drooping breasts as she spoke. There was a faint wetness in her voice that said she wasn't lying. No wonder they'd felt heavier than usual earlier.
"Didn't I tell you to stop making milk every chance you get? Hmm?"
"B-but. Making milk and having Junnie suck it both feel too good."
"Look at you. You little—!"
Smack!
"Aahng♡"
He gave her ass a light swat, then reached for the breasts that looked ready to burst. Heavier than before — bigger, too, somehow. Climaxing must have produced even more milk.
At this rate I could bump her up a full cup size.
For the record, Fortuna was an M-cup. A size that somehow managed to capture both her maternal nature and her personality.
"Hm?"
As he was coaxing out her inverted nipples, Little Sprout — set on the windowsill beside the bed — drifted into his field of view. Through the haze of Fortuna's overwhelming emotions, the seedling's feelings began to filter through.
Excitement… and envy, and jealousy.
Setting everything else aside, the fact that a plant was getting worked up over human sex was almost too much for Jun to believe.
Well. At least she's a girl.
That, at least, was a genuine relief.