Risk Level 4: Girl
"...Slurp... suck..."
"Ungh... mmm..."
I was the first to regain my senses. Even after finishing, my erection hadn't subsided, and Harpy lay limp and unconscious, still impaled on top of me in a cowgirl position. I gently lifted her into my arms, carried her to the bed, and laid her down carefully beside the egg. With nothing else to do until she woke, I decided to help relieve the pressure in her swollen breasts instead.
"Mmmph... slurp..."
Lying diagonally beside her, I cupped one heavy breast in my palm and took the stiff, erect nipple fully into my mouth, sucking hard. It rewarded me with a steady flow, like an endless spring, moistening my throat. I'd wondered if the phrase "flowing with milk and honey" would ever apply to anyone, but Harpy's breasts—now that she'd become a mother—were truly a paradise of milk and honey.
"Hngh... haah, ung... hngh..."
Despite their impressive weight in my hand, the skin was impossibly soft, the flesh firm and yielding as it molded around my touch. I couldn't possibly leave them alone. And even while unconscious, Harpy kept letting out those lewd, honest little moans, stirring my excitement further. I figured she bore some responsibility for that.
The generous cushioning that cradled my face so warmly, the gentle heat... it was the very source of boundless maternal affection, the kind that made me want to bury my face in it and drift off contentedly.
"Slurp... gulp, haah..."
My fingertips were still trembling faintly. The tidal wave of pleasure that had surged between us through our shared senses was something I couldn't forget. In that single moment, when our mutual ecstasy crashed over us at once, my legs had given out completely. Then Harpy had fallen onto me, her womb pressing down hard around my shaft, and the overwhelming stimulation had milked me dry—semen pouring out in a long, continuous stream as if I were urinating.
This ability... if I used it carelessly, it could actually kill me. It had felt incredible, like my brain was melting, but... no. I had to restrain myself. More importantly, right now... Harpy's milk... it tasted so good...
"Suck... slurp..."
"Ungh... mmm... ehehe...? Ah! Counselor...? Did I just...?"
"Slurp. You're awake...? Harpy..."
Unfortunately, Harpy's eyes fluttered open almost immediately. She blinked at me in a daze before realizing what was happening and reaching for my shoulders. There was no strength in her grip at all; the only thing I felt was the faint, cool brush of her sharp talons against my skin. It was simply an expression of embarrassment.
"Counselor... this is... I have to save it for the baby..."
"Suck... It'll refill quickly anyway. It's not good to let it build up without releasing it regularly."
"Is that so...? Hngh...?"
"...It is. Slurp."
While my tongue swirled teasingly around her glistening nipple—slick with milk and my saliva—I kneaded and massaged her other breast from below with my free hand. Harpy let out a soft moan.
"Ungh... mmm..."
'It's true... ever since the milk started coming in, they've been sore... and it leaks even with the slightest movement... I really did need to have it drained whenever it built up...'
"...It tastes wonderful. The baby will love it."
"Uuu... It's still embarrassing..."
'And right next to the baby, too... mmm, but somehow... it feels good...'
I'd been so absorbed in sucking that I'd momentarily forgotten the egg lying right beside us. The bed was large enough to accommodate her wings, after all. Still, the thought of stealing milk from my own child while lying beside the egg sent a thrill of guilty excitement through me.
"...Looking at you like this, Counselor... you really do look like a baby."
The sudden comment caught me off guard while I was still nursing greedily. The words made me feel like I'd lost something as a man, so I paused and lifted my gaze.
"...Hehe."
Harpy's eyes were filled with nothing but pure affection. There was no mockery—just the simple, genuine thought that I looked adorable, completely focused on drinking her milk like a child.
"Mmm..."
Still, I wasn't entirely shameless about it. I reluctantly let her nipple slip from my mouth. My hand was sticky with spilled milk, and so were my lips. I worried I looked ridiculous, but Harpy simply smiled and gently wiped my mouth with the corner of the blanket.
"You shouldn't waste it..."
Watching her tender gesture, I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Hyaah...?"
I grabbed her hand, pushed her down onto the bed, and admired the way her breasts bounced heavily from the impact. Then I positioned my still-hard length at her entrance and pushed inside.
"Ah... uuu... It's okay... Come here..."
Even caught off guard, she smiled brightly and accepted me without the slightest discomfort. I thought to myself—
Gluck... glrrk...
"Ungh, haah..."
"Hngh, it went in... all at once..."
'Counselor... you're throbbing so much inside me... You're excited because of my body, aren't you... I'm glad...'
If angels existed in this world... they would surely look exactly like Harpy.
Of course, it wouldn't be long before that image of angels was completely shattered.
*
"Did you enjoy your time?"
"..."
I chose not to answer the Team Leader's teasing question as she waited for me outside the containment room. The two hours had passed far too quickly, and I felt a pang of regret. Because of my ability, Harpy had been swept up in an intense wave of pleasure and seemed mentally exhausted. After my final release inside her, she'd fallen into a deep sleep, thoroughly spent, and I'd simply covered her with a blanket before leaving.
"At least you've worked out all that pent-up frustration."
"I didn't embrace Harpy for that reason."
"Hmm, my mistake. I forgot—you've been constantly exposed to the Field Team Leader's crude pheromones and shameless allure. If you'd kept holding it in, it would've damaged your body."
"Ah...?"
So the dangerous yet sweet scent that grew stronger whenever the Field Team Leader approached, and the way my head would float whenever our eyes met... it hadn't been my imagination. The Team Leader's words confirmed it. No wonder I'd found it so hard to control my impulses with Harpy today. Thanks to her angelic patience in accepting all my selfishness, nothing unpleasant had happened between us.
Now, though, my mind felt clear and refreshed—completely different from the hazy fog that had clouded it before. Was that part of the Field Team Leader's ability? It seemed odd, considering her monstrous strength and reportedly highest mental resistance.
"..."
Some of my questions had been answered and the misunderstanding cleared, but continuing this topic was still mortifying.
"Ah... anyway, I heard you helped Harpy a lot while I was away. Thank you."
"No need for thanks. As long as you keep making more babies with Harpy in the future, that'll be enough."
"Umm, yes..."
It was probably meant for research purposes, but the new topic embarrassed me just the same.
"Seeing you and Harpy... I'm sure you'll have a beautiful daughter."
"A daughter...? A girl?"
"Yes. Harpies are all female, after all."
"...Huh?"
What did she mean, there were only females? Then how did they...?
"It's said they usually kidnap a human male, lock him in a cave, and take turns receiving his seed to reproduce. Thanks to you, we were able to confirm that fact this time."
The Team Leader added the explanation quickly, having read the confusion on my face. She was being considerate.
"..."
"Are you jealous?"
"N-no! Of course not!"
"Don't be. Even if they didn't mistreat their precious stud, being forced to service dozens of them every day would be nothing short of torture."
A stud... For a brief moment, I really had felt a flicker of envy. Dozens of Harpies... Harpy, Harpy, Harpy... No. Harpy was Harpy—my one and only precious person. What mattered more was the fact that we'd have a beautiful daughter.
"Congratulations, regardless. Keep up the good work."
"Urgh..."
She chuckled and walked ahead. I hurried after her, wondering how she could discuss such embarrassing things so casually.
"Now then, let's talk about counseling again. I had an idea—perhaps we could use your ability to make that girl obedient."
"..."
Our next destination was clearly the isolation room on the fourth floor. The Team Leader must have come up with some method to reach the girl whose very existence as a self was uncertain, who lived entirely on lies and even fed on them. One thing was certain—whatever it was, it wouldn't be anything ordinary.