Chapter 102
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: Breast Milk
However, there is a hierarchy in love.
Poets who whisper of love might disagree, claiming mutual respect as the foundation. But nothing establishes superiority and inferiority quite like love.
The one on the bottom must always yield to the one on top. In that sense, the hierarchy in love holds the most brutal and chilling nature.
So, how is this hierarchy in love determined?
Pink, who had only just awakened to love, quietly closed her eyes and reflected on its meaning.
'The one who loves more loses.'
The hierarchy in love was brutally simple. Like a sports match, it revealed the victor without needing physical force.
That's why this situation felt even harder for Pink. Her unconscious ambition to dominate Isiwoos had shattered.
"I'll lather you up. It might sting if it gets in your eyes..."
"Yeah."
"Yes, yes. Just like that... Close your eyes, and I'll wash you clean."
Among the Magical Girls, Pink—talented beyond compare and the eldest daughter of a corporate magnate—wiped down Isiwoos's body with the meticulous care of a servant.
Starting from the face she had soiled, then his torso, and down to his lower half.
She hesitated briefly at the massive cock in plain view midway through. Pink swallowed hard once. And somehow held herself back.
"Now I'll rinse you off."
"Yeah."
Just minutes ago, Pink had tormented Isiwoos's body without a second thought.
She believed tormenting a man who dared betray her was the righteous verdict—right up to the brink of death.
But that was a mistake. The more she hurt him, the more her heart ached.
'Why did I suddenly develop these feelings for him?'
The shift in her emotions came without warning or context.
She, who had craved to dominate him, had fallen in love.
And merely seeing him suffer made her chest tighten in pain.
'I don't know... Just seeing his pained face hurts my heart. It wasn't like this before. Why do I feel this way all of a sudden?'
Psychopaths carry the image of being utterly devoid of emotions toward others.
Yet that's not entirely accurate. Though they possess antisocial traits, they can harbor emotions as rich and profound as anyone's toward those they love.
Pink had fallen for Isiwoos. And so her guilt toward him burned even fiercer.
"...Hehe, with all these bubbles, you almost look like a sheep. You're so small-bodied—maybe a baby lamb?"
"Weird joke..."
Pink stared at the frothy bubbles for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Once enough suds had formed, she turned on the showerhead, spraying him with warm water.
"There. Shall we move to the tub now?"
Isiwoos didn't respond. Taking it as assent, Pink effortlessly lifted him up.
The tub was already filled with water. Sensors had detected their entry into the bathroom and filled it automatically.
Pink gently lowered him in, then slipped in herself. The tub was enormous—plenty of room for both.
"Warm, right?"
"Feels good."
His responses were strangely curt.
He acted like someone who barely knew how to hold a conversation. Wondering if Isiwoos was angry, Pink used her magic to read his emotions.
He wasn't angry. Quite the opposite—he was serene. So why the dry tone?
'Why... why?'
At the bottom of love's hierarchy, Pink's heart quivered at his every subtle mannerism.
As she fussed and probed his demeanor, Isiwoos let out a small sigh and continued.
"I'm just thirsty, that's all."
"Th-thirsty...? Oh!"
His body, wrung dry from producing massive loads of semen, needed hydration more than anything.
Oblivious to that, Pink had opted for a bath to cleanse the filth she'd smeared on him.
"S-sorry... I wasn't thinking straight. I'll get you water right away!"
"Too much hassle. I'll just stay here."
"Th-then I'll go get it!"
"No. Then who'll wash me?"
Every wall was sealed tight, no escape. Pink fidgeted, at a loss.
But she was unmatched among Magical Girls in wielding magic. Proof of her sharp intellect—and her mind could whip up clever ideas in an instant.
"Breast milk!"
"What...?"
"Just a sec, Lord Isiwoos! I'll hydrate you!"
Pink groped her own massive tits.
Breast milk is, in essence, a pure liquid.
A nutrient-rich fluid a mother produces for her child. Back in my homeland, the Empire, we even held breast milk sacred.
That's why I was so shocked to learn on Earth it often carries sexual connotations.
And now, that shocking scene unfolds right before my eyes.
"Like this...!"
Pink kneaded her enormous breasts—what they call "bomb tits"—with hands infused with mana.
The mana seeped into her chest from her touch, subtly altering its structure.
How many seconds passed? From the pink-glowing nipples—true to her name—tiny droplets of milky liquid began to drip.
Breast milk.
Holy liquid deserving reverence poured carelessly into the tub, drop by drop.
Far too little to change the water's color.
"My god."
But more than enough to shatter my mental state.
I froze like Blue had hit me with an attack. Pink beamed with maternal affection and said,
"Drink as much as you like..."
Pink bowed her head shyly. In this gender-reversed world, that wasn't very feminine.
'Pink's been acting weird, but this takes the cake.'
Something was off with her. What the hell had changed? What was she turning into?
I was too stunned to speak. I just stared silently at the milky droplets clinging to her nipple tips.
'Damn it... I can't just let that breast milk go to waste. Better...!'
I squeezed my eyes shut. Magical Girl milk or not, I couldn't let something once held sacred drip away so pointlessly.
Maybe it was self-rationalization, but I opened my mouth wide.
And latched onto her nipple. Not with teeth, but with parched lips drained of all moisture.
"Ngh!"
A moan escaped Pink's lips beside my ear. Ignoring it, I suckled her milk.
At first, drop by drop. Then the flow increased.
"There's plenty... Take it slow."
My cracked, drought-stricken mouth came alive.
Mana-produced, perhaps? The milk held mystical properties. It regenerated my raw palate and soothed the bloody tang in my throat.
Absorption was top-notch too. Vitality surged through my dehydrated body instantly.
"Gulp."
The flow grew stronger. Now it was like drinking from a bottle.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp!"
"Ngh!"
"Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp."
The taste went without saying. Parched as I was, her milk was the sweetest drink I'd ever had.
Vigor fully returned to my withered body. Muscles tensed with power between every fiber, and my vision cleared in a flash.
...Blasphemous to say, but if holy water existed, Pink's breast milk would be it.
"Haa... I knew you'd be pleased. Thank you for enjoying it."
Mana-infused liquid aside, why was my depleted maki regenerating at such speed?
Probably tailored just for my recovery. White's power could heal Empire folk too, I bet—though untested.
"...Good. That's enough."
"Ah... You could have more...?"
"No. I'm good."
My body was fully restored.
No—better than before. Somehow, my strength had increased.
'Even my dick...'
Limp from overuse, my cock sprang erect. Primed to flood her with cum.
"Your cock... It's hard."
"Mm..."
"And bigger too, hng... What's going on? Did my milk please you that much?"
Indeed, my revived dick had grown subtly larger.
Trouble if it got any bigger... Already over 20cm and cumbersome enough. More growth would make storage a nightmare.
Though the Magical Girls would love it.
"Lord Isiwoos. Um, there's something I want to do..."
"...Go ahead."
"Ah, of course, not sex—wait, what?"
"Sex is fine too."
For the first time, Pink had helped me out.
She earned a reward.
I spread my legs wide toward her. Greed flickered in Pink's eyes at the sight.