Coming-of-Age Ceremony
It was truly fortunate.
If Sprout had not been female, he would have gone to every ridiculous length imaginable to scrub Fortuna’s naked body from her mind.
Jun had no desire to show his woman’s bare form to any other male. Not even a newborn infant.
But was this really a newborn?
The way she got worked up watching them have sex made him seriously doubt it.
Twitch. Twitch.
As if sensing his suspicion, Sprout belatedly killed her own emotions and began rustling her leaves in a show of innocence.
It was as if her entire body were declaring, Waaah, Sprout is just a baby. She doesn’t know anything.
Did she not realize that putting on the act this late only made her look more shameless?
Jun let out a snort of laughter and began considering how best to mess with this sly little sprout.
Just then—
“Juuun, hurryyy∼. My milk’s about to burst.”
His very own dairy-cow angel whined for him to milk her already.
And with that, a splendid idea struck him.
“Fortuna, it’d be a waste to just dump your breast milk on the bed. Let’s give it to Sprout.”
“Hwehng? Th-that’s a bit…”
“What’s the problem? You said everything that comes out of your body is full of holy power. It’ll definitely help her grow.”
“E-even so, I think Sprout won’t like it. Look at her.”
Shake-shake.
Sprout vigorously waved her leaves from side to side.
She really did seem to hate the idea. Exactly the reaction Jun had been hoping for.
“It’s fine. She’s just dancing because she’s so happy about getting a meal.”
“No matter how you look at it, that—”
Squelch!
“Haahng♡ That’s so mean♡”
“Come on, crawl forward.”
Thrust! Thrust!
“I-I’ll go, I’ll gooo♡ Stop stabbing me with your cock♡”
The moment he drove his shaft into her pussy to urge her along, Fortuna obediently scrambled on all fours toward the windowsill where Sprout waited.
So this is what they mean by “cock-persuasion.”
Once they reached Sprout, he used another round of cock-persuasion on the faintly resisting Fortuna until she braced herself against the window frame.
Then he aimed her milk-heavy, swollen breasts straight at Sprout.
Already trembling with the humiliation of what was about to happen, Sprout’s leaves quivered violently.
Serves you right for pretending to be a baby.
“Here, Sprout. Time for mama’s milk.”
Squeeze!
Squirt! Squirt!
“Hyaang♡ Harder♡ Squeeze them harder♡”
He roughly wrung her milk sacs. Even as the soft flesh deformed under his grip, Fortuna begged him to squeeze even more forcefully, as if it still wasn’t enough.
Jun happily obliged.
Squirrrt!
Her breasts sprayed milk like a pair of atomizers.
In no time, Sprout and the soil around her were drenched in white fluid.
Droop.
Perhaps she simply could not believe what was happening to her.
Sprout’s leaves hung limp. She looked half out of her mind. It was probably time to end the prank.
“Fortuna, come here.”
“Hwehng?”
Suck!
“Aaahng♡ Heehee! You’re the one who suggested giving it to her, and now you’re sulking? Our little Junie is just too cute.”
He laid Fortuna down on the bed and took one of her pink nipples—still freely leaking milk—into his mouth.
She gently stroked the back of his head as if she found him unbearably adorable.
His pride stung a little, but Jun neither denied her words nor pushed her hand away.
Because she was right.
It had been fun at first, yet the more he sprayed Fortuna’s breast milk onto Sprout, the more unsettled he became.
And through that discomfort, he realized something.
His lewd possessiveness and obsession were not limited to her breasts or her milk—they extended to every single part of her.
Once he clearly recognized those feelings, Jun was seized by a mad desire to leave proof that she belonged to him.
Squelch!
“Haahng♡”
He spread her legs wide enough to make her feel the shame of it, then pushed his cock into the pussy that was already dripping with her own juices.
The soft, thoroughly loosened flesh greedily swallowed him whole.
As if telling it to devour him as much as it liked, Jun thrust even deeper and declared,
“Fortuna, you’re mine. Every strand of hair, every fingernail—every last bit of you is mine.”
“Mm, that’s right♡ Fortuna belongs to Jun♡”
Fortuna joyfully accepted that possessiveness and obsession.
For a woman who had once lost her reason for existing, such feelings were more precious than anything for simply staying alive.
I am Jun’s. I only need to live for Jun.
She reaffirmed her purpose and carved the truth that she was his deep into her soul.
At once her womb thrummed—thrum∼ thrum∼.
It felt as though it were demanding she take the proof that she was his inside herself right away.
Fortuna surrendered completely to her body’s desire.
Arms, legs, and pussy locked around him so he could not escape, and she spoke.
“Jun, give it to me. Fill me with the proof that I’m yours. Mark Fortuna’s womb with your seed.”
“Fortuna!”
The request was so loving, so utterly devoted, that Jun’s reason shattered.
He kissed her and began pounding his hips like a beast in heat.
The sweet scent of milk filled his nose.
His vision was nothing but her beautiful golden eyes, and every place their bodies touched was pure, exquisite softness.
The pressure of her pussy was so intense he felt his cock might be torn off.
Yet it felt incredible. The walls clung to him wetly, as if coated in thick paste, while every ridge and nub caressed his entire length with artistic precision.
In return he delivered a deep, thorough kiss to her womb.
The mouth of her cervix chewed gently on his glans like soft lips. Fortuna’s legs tightened around his waist, begging for more.
“Haa∼. Fortuna, does it feel good?”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“It feels so good♡ Too good♡ Juuun, don’t pull out—keep it inside forever. Okay? You can even pee. I’ll purify it for youuu♡”
“What the hell is that? You’re basically a cock sleeve.”
“Mm-hmm. Fortuna’s pussy is Jun’s personal cock sleeve♡ So I’m never letting you go. Nnghiiit♡”
With that ungraceful grunt of effort, Fortuna’s pussy contracted with terrifying force.
Unable to move his hips even a fraction, Jun simply unloaded a thick load of seed deep inside her.
Gush! Gushhh!
“Haaang♡ Haaang♡ So full of seed♡”
“Ugh! Fortuna. Let go a little now.”
Squeeze!
“No, squeeze even harder.”
The grip only intensified, completely opposite to his request. Jun protested and looked down at her.
“Jun.”
And then he saw them.
“More, let’s do even more♡”
Her golden eyes glittering with pure lust.
It seemed there would be no sleep tonight.
Chirp! Chirp!
Morning already?
At the faint birdsong drifting in, Jun turned his head toward the window.
The sun was slowly pushing its face over the horizon, driving the darkness from the sky.
We really did stay up all night.
Just as he had predicted, sex with Fortuna had continued until dawn.
And even now, with the sun risen, it was still going.
Slap! Slap!
“Haahng♡ Aang♡”
At the vulgar, lewd sounds rising once more, Jun looked up with hollow eyes at the angel straddling his waist.
“Heeeng♡ Cock♡ Your cock feels so gooood♡”
Who would ever believe this woman was an angel?
Cherry-red lips spouting filthy words, a sculpted waist drawing seductive curves, golden eyes sparkling not with wisdom but with sticky desire.
She looked more like a succubus than anything holy.
Especially those breasts larger than a human head and the lower belly swollen as if in early pregnancy—nothing in this world could more perfectly stoke a man’s lust and urge to conquer.
It was a sight that should never belong to an angel, the very symbol of nobility and purity.
“Fortuna, do you still want more?”
He still had stamina left.
His body was naturally sturdy, and Fortuna had periodically used holy magic whenever she claimed his semen was getting too thin.
But he did not want to keep going.
Just yesterday he had reminded himself of his original resolve—not to be swayed by every temptation and to focus on training.
He did not want to break that resolve after a single day.
Besides, starting today he had to go to the church first thing in the morning to practice the song he would sing at the coming-of-age ceremony.
If he wanted to take things at a leisurely pace, he needed to begin morning practice now.
“Haaah. Sh-should we stop?”
Had his feelings reached her?
Fortuna, who had looked ready to keep rocking her hips forever as the perfect cock sleeve she had declared herself the night before, suddenly stopped moving.
But only for a moment.
“Uuu. Just what we were already doing, just finish what we were doing. Okay? That’s fine, right?”
Slap! Slap!
As if something still itched inside her, she twisted her waist this way and that, then resumed grinding without waiting for his answer.
In the end, Fortuna milked one more load of his semen with both her lower mouth and—
“Suck, slurp, suck. Heeeng♡ So tasty♡”
—her upper mouth before finally falling asleep, looking thoroughly satisfied.
“Ugh!”
Jun immediately rose from the bed and stretched.
Then he sent the sprawled Fortuna back through the Stigma, opened the window to air out the room, and stuffed the bedding soaked in her various fluids into his subspace.
Lastly he pulled out the water jug and towel he had prepared in advance and wiped away the white fluid (breast milk) splattered across his body.
He would work up a sweat training soon enough, but if he went without washing, Robin might see him covered in the stuff.
Robin was sharp enough to already know the two of them were sleeping together, yet openly displaying the evidence was still embarrassing.
After drying off and getting dressed, Jun hesitated as he approached the window.
Given the crime he had committed, it was not easy to face her.
Spraying her with breast milk really was too much, wasn’t it? Yeah… I should just apologize properly.
Steeling himself, he strode over without further delay.
And upon seeing what had become of Sprout, he muttered,
“…Should I have given her the milk sooner?”
Sitting in the pot was no longer a sprout, but a tiny sapling.