Chapter 96
Chapter 96
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 96
Chapter Title: The Man in the Suit and the Bitch in the Mini Dress (3)
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'Who would've thought sucking down breast milk would actually raise my stats.'
There were only two ways to boost the stats displayed intuitively through the status window.
Level up through life-or-death battles and aim for base stat gains.
Or have stats fluctuate due to the effects of blessings or curses.
This time, it was the latter.
Diana's curse was having a positive effect on me.
By now, I'd gotten somewhat used to this status window.
I could roughly guess what the censored parts meant.
■Milk Climax ■Stat Dr■■ Curse.
Breast milk climax stat drain curse.
'Not easy.'
Diana's lineup of curses was brutally savage.
Curse of Rejecting Inferior Dick Intrusion.
Curse of Lewd Weakling Corruption Tattoo.
Curse of 5x Sensitivity Constitution.
And now, this breast milk climax debuff curse on top?
'Really not easy.'
Still, this was a massive discovery. It was like finding a way to get stronger without even entering the Labyrinth.
'But there's gotta be a hefty price.'
Stat drain.
Meaning, stats get stolen.
So whose stats, and how?
The curse's name said it all.
'Diana's stats drop every time I suckle that thick-titted cock-hardening milk from her massive jugs until she climaxes?'
Of course, it couldn't be that simple. Nor was that exact reasoning.
As a curse that lowered stats, there were surely more complex and tricky conditions involved, but regardless...
"Sluuurp."
My mouth started watering instantly.
I was confident I could drain that cock-hardening milk storage dry overnight.
A wild idea hit me in that moment.
Diana turned into a pathetic bitch from endless breast milk climaxes.
Me, growing stronger by guzzling her milk.
I surpass Diana in strength.
Meaning I could finally mate with her.
"Not bad..."
SMACK!!!
I instinctively slapped my cheek. Hit it so hard my mouth tasted like blood.
"Get a grip, you crazy bastard."
My head cooled off in an instant.
Extract the fruits of someone else's hard-earned efforts through nipple torture and breast milk orgasms?
Turn a level 60 powerhouse, a superior woman with formidable strength, into a subpar pathetic bitch by slurping her tits?
Plunge her into an abyss of despair where she can't see an inch ahead, turning her into a powerless cock mat who can't even lift a bucket of bathwater without my help?
And all this to my precious benefactor who's supported me selflessly in every way so far?
"You call yourself human?"
If you're human, if you have any shred of decency...
You absolutely cannot entertain such vile thoughts.
Especially not toward a precious benefactor.
'Don't let lust lead to foolish choices. Control it within tolerable limits. Please.'
Ever since that pseudo-mating with Diana, reining in my lust had gotten harder.
Sure, I'd emptied the semen ripening in my balls, but doing it through her thigh pussy—a totally abnormal method—must be why.
If it'd been real sex, my mind might've settled easier. Now it felt a bit complicated.
'If this keeps up, it's dangerous.'
I took a moment to deep breathe and reset my mindset.
Imagining Diana as a pathetic bitch deflated my raging cock right back down.
My turbulent heart calmed.
I snapped to and looked around.
I'd fallen asleep suckling Diana's breast milk last night, but now I was in bed. She must've carried me here.
A bucket of lukewarm water sat by the bed.
I soaked the nearby towel and wiped myself down. First proper cleanup since the pseudo-mating with Diana.
I picked the least ragged t-shirt from the closet and headed to the inn's kitchen. Even after chugging Diana's milk yesterday, I was starving.
Drip– plip–
Water droplets falling in the kitchen.
"Nngh, why... why does it keep comi...ng..."
Diana's pitiful moan mixed in.
Step–
"Eek!"
I made a slight noise on purpose, and Diana startled, hastily covering her chest with her hands.
"D-Did you sleep well, Balkan?"
"Yeah. But what's... that?"
I nodded casually at Diana's greeting and eyed the item on the kitchen table right beside her.
A potion bottle. The common kind used for recovery potions.
If not for the cream-colored liquid inside, it'd be ordinary enough to ignore.
"Oh, th-this? Oh, i-it's nothing. J-Just... m-milk! Regular milk squeezed from a female cow... totally normal milk..."
Diana's face flushed beet red as she forced a smile and babbled excuses.
'...No way?'
Her reaction was so awkward, I nearly believed it was just milk—but changed my mind.
Sluuurp–
"Eep, again...?"
As suspicion hit me, Diana hurriedly clutched her chest.
A sweet fragrance wafted up, laced with cock-arousing pheromones.
"J-Just sit at the table for a bit?! I'll whip up breakfast and bring it soon...!"
Diana snatched the potion bottle and rushed to her room.
I wanted to activate Insight to peek inside, but at my level, I couldn't spy on her every move crystal clear.
Trickle. Drip– plip–
I could only listen to the faint water sounds from her room and replay last night's memories.
About ten minutes later, Diana emerged, and our eyes met.
"Eep...! I t-told you to wait at the table."
I couldn't even respond to her words, too focused on the two changes in her.
'A bra?'
Inside Diana's milf dress, a black tit-slinger had been added.
The black fabric peeking from her deep cleavage added a fresh allure unlike usual.
Depending on the angle, it might even look sluttier.
The second change: the potion bottle in her hand.
Now filled to the brim with cream-colored liquid, sealed with a cork stopper.
Diana tucked the bottle into a basket-shaped artifact for storing ingredients.
I didn't know why she stored it that way, but now I was certain.
"...Diana. That really is breast m—"
"N-No pregnancy...!"
Diana squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her fists, and yelled, face crimson.
She answered with a knowing look.
"Th-this curse manifesting is a first, so I can't explain exactly yet... but it's because of the curse."
Truly embarrassed, her face flushed deep red.
"Wh-when rational thought climaxes only through the breasts and conditions are met... my power-infused breast milk comes out... as a curse."
Bingo.
Seemed like tricky conditions, but drinking her milk raising my stats wasn't imagination.
"Ugh... if the rest of the curses get revealed, absolutely not..."
Having no choice but reveal her weakness, Diana mumbled and hung her head.
Her face showed deep shame, humiliation, and guilt at openly admitting she'd climaxed from breast play via the man before her.
Behind her softly closed eyes, a desperate expression lingered.
"I-it's really just the curse. I'm not some perverted whore squeezing her tits for milk... you know that, right...?"
I smiled faintly and nodded at her insistence she wasn't some pervert like Juwel.
"Then that this morning was...?"
"M-my nipples got too sensitive, so milk kept leaking overnight. I squeezed out most of it, so it should stop now."
My gaze drifted naturally to the refrigerating artifact.
Specifically, the potion bottle inside.
"So, the breast milk in there... has your power too, Diana?"
"......"
Her silence meant only one thing.
Gulp.
My throat bobbed.
Last night's flavor rushed back—the breast milk I'd suckled like a newborn.
And the stat boost with it.
Yeah. This decision had nothing to do with wanting Diana's milk.
Just couldn't pass up a stat-up opportunity.
It'd definitely help...!
"...My throat's suddenly parched."
"...!!!!!!!!"
Breakfast was decided.
Gulp. Gulp.
Clink.
I set down the empty teacup.
"Ha. What a great Labyrinth city to live in."
"..."
Breakfast starting with Diana's homemade breast milk latte.
Facing the Labyrinth city's mornings—always stuffy and irritating—with the world's one-and-only milk latte made everything look beautiful.
Across from me, Diana—who'd brewed her own breast milk into a latte and served it—hid her face with both hands.
Wonder what it's like serving a latte made from your own milk.
Anyway, two levels left to hit 25 and my second growth.
With a month from my promise with Joy Hog party, as I pondered what to do...
"...S-so. You going today?"
"Huh? Where to?"
"Y-yesterday, before... m-milking... you said let's go get clothes for Ellie's graduation."
Diana spoke up, puffing her cheeks like she thought I'd forgotten.
The academy graduation had a dress code, so yeah, time to get outfits.
"N-not just shopping for clothes...! Groceries and errands too... wanna come with?"
"If it's with you, Diana, I'd love to."
I nodded readily.
With her inn and tavern experience, using her connections to find proper clothes and daily goods spots was smart.
"Really? Th-then I gotta get ready quick...!"
Diana smiled brightly, eyes closed, and headed to her room off the kitchen with light steps.
'...Huh?'
Her oddly joyful reaction tilted my head.
'No way... this is...?'
A date?