The Secret of the Milk Snow
Did you actually hope milk would come out from there? —Gulp! Glug! The milk in the glass steadily disappears, flowing down a slender throat. Sonya drains the entire cup in one breath without pausing. Right after finishing our conversation, she immediately pours and downs another full glass.
—Clack! “Haa—!” She sets the glass down with a satisfied exhale, white vapor billowing from her lips. No, not vapor—more like a chill. Sonya is the Ice Dragon, after all. Still, it must feel genuinely refreshing. The milk had been frozen solid for quite a while.
That aside, how exactly does one expel frozen milk back out of the body? My gaze drifts toward Sonya out of idle curiosity. ‘It’s milk, so surely… Ahem, no way……?’ Lewd images begin to form in my head—milk absorbed into her body and then discharged through the most obvious channel. There’s no way she’d actually do that, right? Yet no other explanation comes to mind. Maybe the lingering afterglow from hugging both Sonya and Eros earlier is still affecting me.
“Um… Teacher Breeder? Why are you staring so intently?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. More importantly… I think it would be best if you freeze the milk in this bowl.”
—Clink…! I deliberately look away and hand her a wide glass bowl, perfect for holding shaved ice.
“Understood. Shall I do it right now?”
“Uh, well… There are a lot of eyes around. Are you sure that’s okay?”
“……Yes?”
“Ahem…! Never mind. I’ll go take care of some other tasks. I’ll leave this to you in the meantime.” I cleared my throat to dispel the awkwardness and pointedly looked off into the distance, worried I might witness something embarrassing. After all, when it comes to body parts capable of expelling milk, there’s really only one that comes to mind.
—Click, clack! Creak…! Sonya offers no reply, only the sound of clinking armor. She must be removing it so she can produce the milk. ‘Even if we’ve been intimate, I can’t just stare at such an embarrassing scene.’
—Rustle, rustle…! With that thought, I turn my back and pick up a knife to prepare the fruit for the shaved ice. My cuts are light and precise once again. The dull blade slices as cleanly as a rose knife. Having done it once already, the process feels even smoother. Thanks to that, preparing the specialty fruits doesn’t take nearly as long as I expected.
“Teacher Breeder? Will this be enough?”
Sonya’s voice reaches me just then. She seems to have finished expelling all the milk already—far quicker than I anticipated. ‘Even just removing and putting armor back on should take quite some time……’ The thought makes it hard to turn around. What if she’s still topless?
“…Teacher? Are you busy?”
“Ah, not really, but… Is it all right if I turn around now?”
“Pardon? What have you been saying since earlier?”
“I was worried you might not be finished yet.”
“That is not the case. Everything is complete, so you may look.”
“That’s a relief. All right.” Only then do I feel safe enough to turn. She must have gotten dressed again quickly. She was fast at changing earlier too. ‘Still… I wonder if adding chocolate or strawberries to the milk would create a more interesting presentation?’
—Swish…! With those idle fantasies running through my head, I finally turn around.
“Oh? It turned out even better than I thought.”
A fluffy white snow sits atop the glass bowl—exactly what I’d asked Sonya for. A generous pile of powdery milk snowflakes. And behind the bowl……
—Clank, crunch…! Sonya is manipulating her frigid gauntlets. A cold chill ripples across her palms. So that’s how she expelled it. Ah, of course. This game is rated for all ages, after all. I’d been worried she might have removed her top, but…… ‘I really let my imagination run wild. Still, I can’t help feeling a little disappointed……’
As expected, a thick breastplate still covers Sonya’s chest. My pointless hopes are thoroughly crushed in that moment.
“Thank you for your help, Miss Sonya. This should be plenty.”
“It is my honor to be of assistance to you, Teacher!”
Sonya beams at me, completely unaware of my earlier thoughts. Seeing that smile makes me feel oddly guilty. Still, I’m relieved nothing actually happened. If she’d discovered my inner musings, she probably would have permanently frozen me in ice.
“I’ll go clean up over there, then-!”
“Ah, thanks. I appreciate it.”
Having finished making the milk snow, Sonya sets off to find more work on her own. Having a junior like her around really is reassuring. ‘Anyway, I should wrap this up quickly.’
—Swoosh…! Thud! I immediately finish the shaved ice. Topping the milk snow with the prepared ingredients completes it. A light appetizer ready to enjoy while waiting for the main dish.
Rarity: ★★★★☆
‘Huh? Only four and a half stars this time?’ Ah, right—Eros’s bonus is missing. Sonya’s bonus hasn’t activated yet either. I didn’t expect half a star to make such a noticeable difference. Then again, Sonya isn’t a contracted partner or bound by a pact yet. That’s probably why the bonus didn’t trigger.
“Haaah♡ What have you been spacing out about since earlier?”
“Hm?”
Just as I finish the shaved ice, Eros’s voice whispers from behind me—sticky and teasing, the very picture of a mischievous little troublemaker.
“…Miss Eros?”
“Kukuk-♡ I know everything.”
“Pardon? What do you mean?”
“Your eyes kept drifting toward Sonya’s chest earlier…… Did you hope milk would come out from there?”
“I-I have never thought such a thing……?”
“Don’t lie. You perverted teacher♡”
What? Does she have mind-reading powers? How does she know exactly? I nearly lost my composure in surprise.
“Ahem, that’s not it.”
“Playing dumb? Sonya might not help, but if that’s what you want, I could assist instead……♡”
Eros giggles softly from behind and leans forward, deliberately emphasizing her cleavage. True to her name, she reads my indecent thoughts like a ghost and begins to seduce me.
“That’s enough. More importantly, please take this to Lady Sofia first.”
Now isn’t the time to play along with her antics.
“Tch…! Boring~! So you’re saying you’ve had your fun already?”
“Miss Eros? That’s not it. And if you don’t soothe Lady Sofia’s mood right now, you might never get to chat with me like this again.”
“H-Hiik…?!”
When I point out the gravity of the situation, the mischievous look on Eros’s face freezes instantly.
“Th-Then I’ll take it right away! Since we’re accomplices……!”
“Shh, what if someone hears you? Just deliver it quickly.”
“U-Ung…!!”
At my continued warning, Eros grabs the shaved ice and scurries off. Ah, I forgot to ask her to use her Allure. Her pointless teasing made me miss the timing. ‘One use of Dragon’s Allure would’ve been enough to dispel Sofia’s suspicions……’ Well, it’s fine. The main menu is still left. Time to get started for real.
—Squish, squish, squish…!
“Derke? How’s it going?”
Derke is diligently kneading the dough with both hands. From the way her arms and shoulders flail about, she looks completely overwhelmed.
“……”
“Hm? Derke?”
At the sound of my voice, Derke suddenly stops. She gives no answer whatsoever, simply maintaining a heavy silence. Even her expression, when viewed from the side, is stiff and hardened.
‘What? Why is she acting like this?’ At first I wonder if she overheard my conversation with Eros, but that clearly isn’t the reason. Because when I look at the dough Derke made……
—Squish…! Drip…!
—Plop, plop…!
The dough that should have been firm and bread-like has an extremely soft, almost liquid texture instead.
“Um, Derke? What happened to……”
“I-It’s almost done-eeyap…! If I knead it just a little more, it’ll become the thick dough Oppa asked for……!”
Only now does she answer, frantically moving her hands. She refuses to meet my eyes, focusing entirely on kneading.
“This looks like you added way too much milk. There’s nowhere near enough flour.”
Come to think of it, I’d handed the dough over to Derke before properly measuring the ingredients. She’d looked so eager that I’d absentmindedly entrusted the entire process to her. Relying solely on enthusiasm, she’d tried to handle it alone and failed to adjust the ratios. Without enough experience, attempting to measure by eye had led to this result. Proper measurement is important—while some error is tolerable, once the ratio deviates too far, disaster strikes. And that small deviation is hard to judge by sight alone.
“Derke? Want to step aside for a moment? We need to add more flour—”
“I-It’s fine-eeyap-! Please leave it to Derke……!!”
“Huh? Derke, is something wrong?”
When I reach for the flour bag, she finally turns her head, wearing an anxious expression. I hadn’t understood why at first, but there’s a reason for her panic. Because……
—Rustle…!
“Huh? Why is the flour bag so light?”
Almost no flour remains—only a thin layer dusting the bottom. No wonder the bag felt so light. She must have used it all up trying to fix it herself. That’s why she avoided meeting my eyes out of guilt. ‘This is bad.’ At this rate, we’re in serious trouble. The dough is the most basic foundation, and if it’s this watery…… Is there any way to salvage it?