Chapter 306
Chapter 306
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 306
Chapter Title: Puppy, Kitten (1)
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Marronier's face looking up at me bobbed back and forth.
-Slurp, smack, pfft.
She squeezed her eyes shut in agony, taking my cock all the way to the back of her throat, then wriggled her tongue around it with her lips still wrapped tight.
I released my grip on her twin tails.
"...Glrk, cough..."
Marronier slowly pulled the massive cock out of her mouth.
Entwined with slippery saliva and semen, it emerged 3 cm every 5 seconds. Marronier drew her face back.
With each beat, her throat clenched like she was dry-heaving.
"Brbl..."
Sticky drool trailed from the corner of Marronier's mouth down to her chin.
Her small hands clutched the back of my hand tightly. She wouldn't let go of me.
If I tried to pull my hand up, she'd hook her fingers behind my knee to keep from slipping away, drawing my cock closer.
We became one, in a different sense.
-Pop.
Marronier finally peeled her lips away from the glans.
Semen that hadn't fully spurted splashed wildly across her face.
"...Hah, hah."
The milky fluid on her right cheek trickled down her soft white skin.
Beneath her shy cheek, semen mixed with the tears shed by the French woman. Soon, the liquid dripped onto her body.
One drop on her collarbone. One on the white hem of her dress. And one on her thigh.
The semen sliding down her thigh crept into the gap between her mound and the soft flesh of her thighs.
Marronier lingered in the afterglow of the semen for a while before swallowing what she held in her mouth.
-Gulp.
She didn't grimace once at the sticky texture sliding down her throat.
"Was Blanche's mouth... good?"
Her shy, fragile whisper tickled my ears sweetly.
I swallowed without thinking.
But what Marronier did next was even more outrageous.
While I was momentarily entranced by her semen-soaked, dazed face, her hand wrapped around the back of mine.
Grab-
I was pulled by her weak, slender strength.
My hand ended up on top of her head.
"......"
Marronier rubbed her head against my palm like a cat, placing my hand on her crown.
Feeling my touch.
As if truly craving affection from me.
Unlike me, who just wanted to relieve my lust, what Marronier sought was entirely different.
She's like a cat.
Not a joke—really.
I felt it every time, but... I wanted to keep her.
I pulled away the hand I'd been stroking her with. Marronier's head tilted upward regretfully, her eyes dropping.
If I do this here too.
I offered the back of my hand.
-Rub rub.
Marronier nuzzled her cheek against my hand with a face full of joy.
Because of that, when my semen got on my palm, she licked it clean with her tongue.
The ticklish sensation made me clap my hand over my mouth.
This had to stop here. I decided.
"Blanche."
"...Yeah?"
"Snap out of it."
"No."
Marronier braced her hands on the chair between my legs.
She straightened up and poked her head into the gap under the desk.
As her face drew close enough for me to smell her sweat, Marronier gently shook my cock with her hand.
"...Hug me."
She closed the distance bit by bit and climbed onto my lap.
She nestled my cock between her ass cheeks and hugged me softly.
...Just like a long time ago.
One of the positions from the first trial.
"This feeling is fake... fake, right?"
Marronier murmured as if reminding herself.
Hugging me tightly, happily.
-Thump, thump.
"...Hey."
She called to me in her round, chestnut-like voice—one part sharp, the rest soft; prickly to others, but endlessly cute to me, like a cat.
"Yeah?"
"...If I'm okay like this right now, what do you think?"
"What do you mean?"
"If I say it's fine to live brainwashed?"
"......"
Even if it's her choice, it'd be hard to accept.
Marronier's soft thighs pressed against my grip as she hugged my waist.
So plush and warm and fluffy, it was driving me crazy.
"No, nothing. Sorry, I said something stupid."
Marronier cut her voice short on the edge and forced a smile.
Knowing her feelings, all I could do now was comfort her my way.
I reached out.
I slipped my fingers directly into her stockings, brushing aside the slight resistance of her panties, into her pussy.
The soaked warmth still clenched tight around me.
"...Kitty... haht, ueht..."
Blanche pressed her head against me, licking my collarbone, whimpering desperately.
While panting wildly with arousal and heated breaths.
She still seemed burdened with worries.
*****
Milking Sansu-yu's breasts ended up happening in the bathroom.
The toilet was uncomfortable because of her huge tits, and I couldn't risk doing it in the room where Marronier might walk in anytime.
I locked the deeper door and caressed Sansu-yu's breasts.
"...Haat... ahn..."
A cat, then a puppy.
I felt blessed, but considering the effort, my situation was kinda pitiful.
Still, since Blanche had relieved my lust, it was bearable.
-Squirt!
White breast milk sprayed in streams from her flushed nipple.
It arced across the wall tiles and bathtub like a swipe. White streaks marked the entire bathroom.
Sansu-yu drifted forward as if fleeing the pleasure.
"...W-wait... Siheon. Too... strong. It hurts."
"Then are you going to the hospital because it hurts, or because it feels good? Come here."
I grabbed the fleeing Sansu-yu and swept her breasts from top to bottom, squeezing a handful downward firmly.
Of course, I didn't forget to stimulate her areola to make the milk flow.
"...Ahn, aaaahn! ...Hnght."
Somehow, she'd ended up bent over the tub.
Sansu-yu's massive breasts draped over the edge, bouncing elastically on all fours.
With so much milk, a little stream was forming at the bottom of the tub.
"Collect it for three days, and you could bathe in it."
"...Wanna try?"
"...Kinda?"
"Siheon's a perv."
Lately, Sansu-yu enjoyed teasing me, calling me a perv or gaslighting me whenever she got the chance.
I knew it was a joke, but hearing it over time... well.
It wasn't rage-inducing, but it deflated me sometimes.
Don't you know how much effort I put in for you?
How much mental strain I endure?
This milk smell is intoxicating. How does a human body even produce this?
Sweet and milky, slightly nutty in the mouth—like old vending machine milk.
Like scooping powdered milk, dissolving it in saliva, and sniffing it hard through your nose.
"Now the other side."
Since Sansu-yu couldn't move, I shifted to squeeze the other breast.
The soft sensation enveloping my hand was ecstatic.
So ecstatic I sometimes forgot my role.
Her pink nipple caught on my finger and snapped taut.
"Kyaa."
A leak of coquettishness.
Sansu-yu's hand gripping the tub floor trembled.
Milk had climbed even to the joints of her fingers on the floor.
Her long golden hair was submerged in the tub, pickling in milk.
I sighed and rescued the milk-tortured strands.
The soaked hair sank to the floor. Milk dripped from the ends into the drain.
"...Almost done."
"Still hurts."
"Oh, yeah?"
Sansu-yu's second change.
She'd learned to lie.
Once the innocent girl discovered the perks of lying, she did it whenever she could.
I pinched her nipple.
"...Kngh. Ahn♡"
A single drop of remaining milk beaded on the nipple.
"It's empty."
"...You're too weak. That's why."
"You said it was too strong earlier. Gonna keep lying?"
"Eut, ahn... hurts... don't pull so hard."
Irritated by my rough handling of her breasts, Sansu-yu half-pleased, half-aroused, tried to stop me.
Sighs wouldn't leave my lips.
I wanted to live in a sigh-free world.
"I can't always adjust. Try doing it yourself soon."
I pulled the tub plug, and the milk slurped down.
Sansu-yu, staring at the milk, averted her eyes from me.
The bent-over Sansu-yu subtly adjusted her posture.
Her still-enormous breasts filled my view.
I couldn't help but look away.
"It's too uncomfortable when I do it."
"You planning to call me every time even after going home?"
She had to know it was a huge imposition.
But Sansu-yu seemed to have thought it through; she cautiously pointed at me with her finger.
"Siheon."
"Yeah?"
"My breasts only hurt when you're next to me. They'll probably... not hurt when I go back."
My authority was definitely partly to blame for Sansu-yu's milk.
It hit the nail on the head.
But stopping the authority treatment now would mean I couldn't guarantee her life.
I couldn't just let that happen.
"It'll keep hurting."
"You don't know."
"Why wouldn't I? I know more about you than anyone."
Sansu-yu blinked, a bit startled by my passionate words.
I'd asked the Sage directly, done personal research, heard about the Holy Lake.
After morning routines and Sage lessons, over half my free time reading in Eden was for Sansu-yu.
...Even if all it led to was no future for her.
That made it more frustrating.
"To live longer... no. Sigh..."
"......"
Silence passed between us.
Sansu-yu draped a single piece of clothing over herself from the sink and apologized in a crawling voice.
"...Sorry."
"What do you have to be sorry for? I'm the one who's sorry."
I spread my arms wide, pretending it was fine, and hugged her.
Sorry for snapping earlier, I hugged her to calm her down.
Someone once said human scent helps soothe people.
Surprisingly, Sansu-yu quickly regulated her breathing.
"Come to think of it, we haven't had a proper talk lately."
"...Yeah."
"Enough with groping breasts every day or feeding me your milk. Let's have a normal chat."
Of course, clean up first.
I sent Sansu-yu out and rinsed the milk with the showerhead.
Back in the room, Sansu-yu had changed clothes and sat calmly.
My rough reaction must've shocked her.
"Suyu."
"Yeah."
"I thought about it—we're learning magic with Marronier. What about you?"
I asked soothingly.
She'd already been shocked once, looking scolded and deflated like a child.
"Various things. From the Sage."
"Like what?"
"My illness. You know."
The fact that I knew about Sansu-yu's illness.
Her knowing that was surprising.
But I'd been so obvious; weird if she didn't.
Anyway, it was within expectations.
That smart one calling us here had a reason.
Sansu-yu could change history.
No wonder the Sage and Sephiroth were interested.
Marronier's a magic prodigy.
Like becoming the Sage's direct disciple.
I hadn't heard details, but like me with Heavenly Path, Marronier seemed set for serious magic training under the Sage.
Was the Sage using Marronier?
I'd thought that, but no rash conclusions.
I'm the Wood Spirit King.
Magic was just a step.
Sansu-yu could fill Sephiroth's knowledge too.
"Anything else?"
"......In the Forest Keeper Selection Tournament, there are dangerous people."
Sansu-yu hesitated a bit before confessing honestly.
The Sage's instructions to her.
She'd received them fully.
"And?"
"...Help Siheon."
I doubted my ears for a moment.
Sansu-yu helping me—no, ordered to. The Sage told her that.
Her skills had improved leaps and bounds lately, true.
But she was a patient. Even if attacked, I didn't want her involved.
"She said that, huh."
"And... read our family books. More info here."
"Good job. Might as well get your money's worth in Eden."
"Money's worth? I don't do drugs."
"...What're you talking about?"
"On Tree Inside... kids who saw my photo."
"Ignore them. And that's not what I meant."
"Ah."
Anyway, why did the Sage tell Sansu-yu to help me?
Maybe tied to her experiment.
Flower's attack is the key to experiment success... no.
The Sage declared Sansu-yu's illness incurable.
Two possibilities.
Flower's raid so dire and urgent it needed Sansu-yu's help.
Or using her in battle as a gamble for experiment success.
That was logical.
"Oh yeah, anything you're curious about me? Like what I did in Eden or what the Sage taught."
I shifted the heavy topic.
Continuing her illness talk wouldn't sit well with her either.
Sansu-yu stared at me like she'd waited for that question.
"Why do you keep helping me? You don't have to."
A question she'd harbored long.
"If it's a hassle... or you don't want to, just stop."
Because we're friends. I could've said that, but this time I conveyed it differently.
"I like you."
The direction of affection differed for sure. Different from Ise-young or Jindallae, but no less fondness.
"...Like?"
Sansu-yu blinked, not getting it.
"Yeah. I like you."
"Don't get it."
No need. I get it; that's enough.
Sansu-yu therapy. Succubus Sansu-yu.
A teasing friend I grow attached to, sure—but I like her.
Otherwise, why would I stress and rack my brain like this?
So... forgive my complaints.
They're all because I care about you for real.