I'm Not a Dairy Cow...? (Minor)
I'm Not a Dairy Cow...? (Minor)
"Mmm... smack..."
Lee Ha-yul, squirming in her arms, lifted his head.
Their breath met in the space between them, and Liana's eyes drifted half-open. A sweet, honey-like scent drew close.
"Smack, smack..."
A sensation impossibly moist and soft.
Like a fledgling begging for food, his lips met hers in brief, fleeting touches, then pulled away. The gesture was so utterly endearing that Liana's eyes curved gently.
She stroked his back with one hand, and as if he had been desperately impatient, his body wriggled, clinging as though he wanted to bury himself in her embrace.
"Smack... lick..."
From lips that had been acting like a baby bird's, a warm breath and the tip of a tongue slipped free. A small, moist tongue swept across her upper lip.
[Delicious]
[Sweet? Is it? Bitter? Taste?]
[Thirsty]
Then her lower lip and the area around her mouth. He was busily lapping with the tip of his tongue.
'Ah, the wine...'
The answer came belatedly. The wine Liana had been sipping just moments ago. It would not be strange for some to still linger on her lips.
Alcohol was far, far too early for Lee Ha-yul...
"Um, smack... baby... right now, there's wine on my lips, you shouldn't lick it..."
"Nnnn... don't wanna... wanna kiss... wanna do it..."
When Liana gently patted Lee Ha-yul's bottom to soothe him, he shook his head from side to side and pressed himself even closer.
"Nn, nnn..."
With his face buried against her chest, throwing a tantrum like this, a little of Liana's resolve softened.
Lee Ha-yul certainly had his childlike sides, but he was also undeniably an adult, and...
'Wouldn't it actually be better to let him have a few sips while there is no aversion, and overwrite those bad memories?'
A somewhat questionable thought.
If she'd been in her right mind, or if Lee Ha-yul had shown even a trace of reluctance, she would have caught herself immediately.
Her expression complicated, Liana stroked him as she quietly lifted her glass and took a mouthful of wine.
A sweetly lingering swallow. Thanks to the honeyed scent wafting up from the child in her arms, the wine tasted far sweeter.
"Here, baby..."
She patted his bottom, and Lee Ha-yul's head popped up. Liana cupped his chin with one hand and gently pressed his cheeks.
"Mmm, bweh..."
She hadn't even applied any force, yet his mouth obediently fell open. The eyes gazing up at Liana held nothing but trust.
The sight was so precious. At times that trust felt burdensome, but the joy and satisfaction it brought outweighed that by far.
Smiling softly, Liana lowered her head and gently covered his lips with her own.
Their breaths mingled inside his mouth, and their tongues flinched when they met—startled before either had a chance.
Liana slowly worked her tongue and let a little saliva trickle gently down.
"Mmm, mmnn... slurp, gulp..."
Lee Ha-yul worked his mouth with half-lidded eyes. The saliva had trickled down. Because it had bypassed the curse, Liana's saliva carried taste.
Other flavors came through too.
The taste of grapes. The taste of wine. The taste of alcohol. Various other faint flavors.
All of them blended with Liana's saliva, becoming a single sensation of taste.
None of it was a first. Through one route or another, he had already had it in his mouth, and it had remained stubbornly lodged in his memory like a splinter.
"...gulp, slurp, gulp..."
It didn't overlap with those memories. It was sweeter, and the bitterness wasn't unpleasant. His mouth and throat didn't sting or burn.
Instead, a gentle warmth lingered. A sensation that slowly heated his mouth, his tongue, his throat. The alcohol rose to his head, and his thoughts grew hazy, his body flushing with warmth.
He let out a deep breath and burrowed into Liana's embrace.
"Sniff sniff..."
"That tickles... really..."
He buried his face in her chest and breathed in the scent of her skin.
He was pressed so tightly against her that there wasn't even any need to cover his lower belly with his hands. When he pulled his hands away, their stomachs rubbed directly together.
Liana, pretending she couldn't resist, stroked his head, and Lee Ha-yul lifted his face slightly.
His cheeks were squished against her skin. His gray eyes glistened, dewy and bright.
"...I'm hungry..."
"Um, ahem... hmm hmm..."
A thoroughly blunt remark.
Liana felt a brief flicker of hesitation. But she knew perfectly well there was nothing left to hold back. She didn't particularly want to hold back, either.
Rolling her eyes and clearing her throat with a few coughs, Liana supported the back of Lee Ha-yul's head.
"Whoa."
Lee Ha-yul, whose eyes had been gleaming with anticipation, let his mouth fall open at the sight before him.
Enormous. He'd encountered plenty of large-chested people, but these were the most massive he'd ever seen.
Each one easily larger than his whole head. The scent of skin rose thickly from the warmth gathered in her chest.
[Milk? Cow]
"...I told you, I'm not a dairy cow..."
His innermost thoughts, with no intention of hiding them, leaked right out. Liana shot him a sidelong glare.
[Boobs]
[Milk]
[Tiddy]
"...Pfft. Even if you talk like a baby, I'm still not a dairy cow."
Giggling, Liana fumbled at her waist. The subspace pouch she always carried. From inside it, she pulled out a baby bottle.
Liana adjusted her hold on Lee Ha-yul, who was practically bouncing with anticipation.
In the process, her chest naturally pushed forward. Lee Ha-yul stared fixedly at the breasts swaying right before his nose.
- Squeeze...
Liana, who had been checking the temperature of the bottle, flinched hard and trembled. Looking down, she saw both of her breasts firmly grasped in Lee Ha-yul's hands.
"J-just wait a little. Be good, okay...?"
She soothed the fussing Lee Ha-yul while using magic to warm the bottle. Once it was heated to a comfortable warmth, she pressed the nipple to his lips.
"Sluuurp..."
"Ah..."
A strange feeling.
Her back straightening, Liana reflexively placed a hand on top of Lee Ha-yul's head.
"Slurp, sluuurp..."
An oddly blissful sensation.
Not that she'd never imagined it.
As shameful as it was, she had already fantasized about this more than a few times.
Her green eyes blinked slowly.
All she'd done was go through some simple, routine paperwork with a light drink, same as always...
She lowered her gaze. She could see white hair buried so deep in her chest that she almost worried whether he could breathe properly.
Was it really that good? He was sucking on the bottle in a complete daze.
"...Is it, yummy...?"
"Sluuurp..."
[It's yummy]
[It's yummy]
[It's yummy...]
When she asked while gently stroking his head, the necklace chimed in over and over, saying it was good. He didn't even seem to have the presence of mind to answer with his mouth.
"Heh, aww... it's that good, huh... mm..."
Watching Lee Ha-yul frantically fill his belly, a strange sense of contentment filled her chest.
"Eat as much as you want... ah... there's still plenty, so take your time..."
A maternal smile on her lips, Liana pressed a kiss to the crown of Lee Ha-yul's head.
She was happy. Perhaps the emotion was too sticky and decadent to simply call maternal, but the happiness she felt was by no means a lie.
"...slurp."
Lee Ha-yul felt that gaze, brimming with happiness, as well.
When he lifted his eyes upward, he could clearly meet those kind eyes, dripping with honey-sweet maternity.
They seemed ready to accept anything, to kindly embrace any tantrum he might throw.
And indeed, Liana simply smiled, her eyes curving gently, as she soothed Lee Ha-yul in a tender voice.
"...uh..."
She held Lee Ha-yul close. Gently calmed his playful advances.
Gave him the bottle, patted his back to help him burp.
Pressed kisses to Lee Ha-yul as he hiccupped adorably.
Suddenly, Liana's face flushed even redder.
A tiny bit of rationality came trickling back, belatedly.
The research lab.
Which meant, in essence, a public space. She'd already gone and done everything, but the fact that she was feeding him a bottle here suddenly felt a bit embarrassing.
'Where did the kids all go?'
Her attention scattered elsewhere. The spirits who, just a short while ago, had been chattering among themselves nearby.
At some point, they'd all vanished. Not all of them, actually. A few of the children were still lingering around the lab, seeming to keep watch.
"Ah, aaaaah...?"
Squirt—! Lost in thought, she'd mishandled her strength. A jet of milk shot out and landed somewhere unintended.
Through her hazy vision, a thoroughly soaked document came into view.
The paperwork she'd been processing just moments ago. Nothing critical.
'Ah...'
Seeing that sight through blurred eyes, Liana bit her lip lightly. The paperwork was a loss. She'd have to redo it.
A thought crossed her mind: this was a bit... lewd.
As someone had put it, wasn't she in a state that could fairly be called a dairy cow...
"Dairy cow..."
"...No... mm..."
Lee Ha-yul, rubbing his face against her chest, murmured the words.
Unlike earlier, Liana couldn't bring herself to deny it...
"I love you..."
"I... I love you too..."
At the words that followed, she didn't hesitate. Liana patted Lee Ha-yul's arms wrapped around her waist. Her voice was soaked in affection.
* * *
【Player Correction System: Affection】
Lee Ha-yul → Liana Bellus
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥(91▷100/100)
｢Affection｣ ｢Milk Cow?｣ ｢Gratitude｣ ｢Kind Adult｣ ｢Soft｣ ｢Voluptuous｣
...
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡(100▷99/100)
｢Affection｣ ｢Dairy Cow｣ ｢Gratitude｣ ｢Kind Adult｣ ｢Soft｣ ｢Voluptuous｣
* * *
Lee Ha-sol's squad completed their assignment on the second day of the practicum.
It was similar to what Lee Ha-yul had done the year before.
Lee Ha-sol's Gale was a unique ability that excelled at detection as well.
On top of locating base camp sites and tracking various materials and monsters with ease, it demonstrated overwhelming combat performance.
And since her squadmates had no issues either, they were able to finish the assignment and exit the dungeon early on day two.
"...?"
Having completed the assignment ahead of schedule, she'd been planning to return to the dormitory and sort out her gear.
Walking calmly along the path, Lee Ha-sol tilted her head.
Something was off about the sensation her qi sense was picking up.
Lee Ha-sol reached out with a white-gloved hand and caressed the empty air—the wind.
The texture of the wind. Having manifested Gale, Lee Ha-sol could feel where the wind had come from and where it was flowing.
'Gale?'
The texture of the wind. Within it, faint though it was, she sensed the trace of Gale.
But it wasn't hers.
It wasn't her Gale.
So softly... a sensation she'd barely managed to catch. The trace of that Gale soon dissolved cleanly into the air as if it had never been there.
"...What in the...?"
Frozen stiff as a folding screen, Lee Ha-sol blinked.