Holy Mother (2)
Holy Mother (2)
It really did seem like bigger breasts produced more milk.
In a past life, I once stumbled across an article—completely by accident—claiming breast size and milk supply were unrelated. But firsthand experience told a very different story.
Superhumans might be an exception compared to ordinary people, of course.
Whatever the reason, Ha-sol's breasts gave an endless flow of milk.
"Slurp, slurp..."
I suckled for a long time, and still the milk didn't dry up. When I wrapped my hands around the base of her breast and kneaded it like dough, more milk welled up without end.
- Squealch...!
I barely had to suckle a few times before my mouth was full of warm milk.
I gulped it down so it wouldn't spill, and the sweet, rich milk slid smoothly down my throat.
As I basked in the feeling of fullness spreading from my stomach, a hand came to rest on my head and began stroking gently.
I peeked up and saw Ha-sol gazing at me with wonder as she petted my hair.
"Is it that good?"
- Nod nod
[Yes yes yes]
[It's good]
[Good good good]
Instead of answering with my mouth, still busy suckling, I bobbed my head. The necklace poured out its fervent praise, too, and Ha-sol chuckled.
"In the past, it was a struggle just to get you to eat a single spoonful more..."
"Nn, nn... slurp..."
"Ah... but now, seeing you eat so well, it's really nice..."
A warm breath escaped Ha-sol as she smiled with her eyes and stroked my hair.
Deep, sticky maternal affection dripped from her light-green eyes while she nursed me.
At the same time, a hint of pity flickered there.
Suppressing her emotions with an effort, Ha-sol gently detached the nipple from my mouth and, before I could even whine, offered the other breast.
- Peck
A light kiss landed on the crown of my head.
"Eat your fill. It's all yours, Ha-yul, so take your time..."
[Good good...]
I blinked as I swallowed the milk.
The reason for her pity was easy to guess.
It was the same pity everyone had shown when my curse was exposed, and it came out that my senses of smell and taste were broken, too.
'I'm fine, really.'
To be honest, I wasn't fine at first.
It was incredibly stressful.
Having something taken away felt truly awful. The overwhelming sense of being cut off from the world alone left me constantly suffocated.
That must have been the effect of the Curse of Solitude, which I'd mistaken for a sensory seal.
The sensory sealing was just a secondary effect.
The primary purpose was a cruel one: to psychologically crush the target until they ended their own life.
Stacked with the Curse of Silence, which blocked my expression of will, a vile malice was thickly apparent.
It was only manageable because our side's Tower Masters had offset the curses.
Otherwise, the Curse of Solitude would have deepened, and like Kkonnim, expressing my will even through holograms or text would have been impossible.
"Gulp..."
Anyway, I'm fine now.
I gulped down the mouthful of milk, and my stomach felt quite full.
I let the breast slip from my mouth. Faint red finger marks remained on the pale, soft skin. Droplets of milk dripped from the plump, swollen nipple.
When she tried to offer it again out of needless pity, my body was lifted and cradled against Ha-sol's shoulder, my chin resting on it.
"Baby, did you eat until you were full?"
"...Yeth..."
[Full]
[Satisfied]
[Unsatisfied]
I am full, but I can eat more. I am satisfied, but I want more...
"If you get hungry, I'll give you more, okay?"
"Nn... nn..."
As I nodded with an ambiguous expression, Ha-sol giggled and patted my back.
The regular strokes patting and rubbing my back gradually made my stomach feel queasy.
"Now... let's not hold back, okay? Let's have a good burp..."
"Urp..."
Finally, a milk-scented burp escaped from my slightly parted lips.
"There we go, that's good... Let's have an even better burp? That's it..."
"Nn..."
Smiling brightly, Ha-sol kissed my cheek with a smack and praised me cheerfully.
My stomach felt relieved, and being praised made me smile reflexively. But at the same time, an ambiguous look crossed my face.
"Ha-sol... I'm not a baby, so why do you make me burp...?"
"...Just because? It felt like I should."
What kind of reason was that?
As Ha-sol tilted her head with an equally ambiguous look, my own head tilted automatically.
And it wasn't just Ha-sol who did this.
Yeon-hwa, Master, Professor Liana, Ellia, A-rin...
After nursing me, everyone would always pat my back and coax a burp out of me.
Wasn't that exactly what you do to help a baby digest?
Of course, I really did feel better afterward, and it felt undeniably wonderful to be held and cared for like that, but...
[Good...]
[Refreshed]
[Happy]
...If I'm happy, what's the problem?
I'd come too far to rebel over being treated like a baby.
Shaking my head firmly, I buried my face deep into her cleavage.
As I nuzzled her soft flesh, the rich scent of her skin filled my nasal passages and my stray thoughts melted away.
Ha-sol laughed softly, saying it tickled, then lay down on the bed, playing with my hair and fiddling with it.
"My baby? Are you sleepy now that you've finished all your milk?"
[Yes]
[No]
I could fall asleep right away, but I wouldn't.
I lifted my face slightly from where I'd been nuzzling against her chest.
A blush rose on Ha-sol's cheeks as she met my gaze, and she bashfully averted her eyes.
When I didn't back down and stared intently, the blush spread from her cheeks down to her neck.
"...Ahem."
Letting out a small, fake cough, Ha-sol shifted her waist. I heard the soft rustle of fabric, and Ha-sol's thighs slowly parted.
"It's, it's my first time... so slowly..."
Ha-sol murmured in a small voice, her face still turned away and flushed red.
She'd told me to go slow when she nursed me earlier, too.
Without voicing my inner thoughts out loud, I sat between Ha-sol's legs and looked down.
Her slender waist contrasted with the voluptuous breasts I wanted to suckle all night and the ample flesh above and below it.
Between her parted thighs, I could see her groin, flushed with a deep, damp heat.
"...Don't stare so directly..."
As I kept my gaze fixed, Ha-sol's hips wriggled slightly.
"It's really pretty."
"You, you don't have to praise a place like that..."
Ha-sol squeezed her eyes shut. Just before her eyelids closed, I caught a strange coexistence of delight and embarrassment in her eyes.
Deciding to pretend I hadn't seen it, I reached out toward her thigh, which had been catching my eye for a while now.
- Squish
"Hht..."
Soft flesh squeezed out between my grasping fingers.
As I pressed firmly with my thumb, I felt a firm, elastic texture rubbing beneath the soft skin.
Using both hands to gently spread Ha-sol's thighs a bit wider to the sides, I used Telekinesis to pull down my own pants and underwear.
...I noticed the handprints left behind from being groped so much earlier.
"Wah, waaah..."
Ha-sol's eyes widened as she looked between my legs. Startlement peeked through the cracks between embarrassment and happiness.
"It's really... big... so long... and thick..."
"Mmm..."
[Embarrassed]
[Ashamed]
Her slender hand flinched, as if gauging its shape.
Fully empathizing with the embarrassment Ha-sol must have felt earlier, I placed my cock on top of her intimate area.
"Hic."
Ha-sol's shoulders trembled at the heated sensation that reached all the way to her lower abdomen.
"Can that... really go inside...?"
"Yes... it goes in."
Despite my answer, the disbelief on Ha-sol's face didn't fade easily.
It seemed she couldn't believe it even after hearing it.
When I wriggled my hips and pressed the tip against the entrance, Ha-sol sucked in a sharp breath.
Seeing her toes curl tightly from the tension, I clasped her hand.
"It's okay."
"...Nn..."
I nodded, receiving her nervous gaze. My confident attitude seemed to ease Ha-sol's breathing.
I pushed my hips in deep, aiming for that exact moment.
- Ssshllp...
"Hngk...?"
"Whoa..."
Ha-sol's eyes went round at the foreign sensation.
Mine did too.
The tight-sealed film at the entrance crumbled in an instant, and the damp-slick hole opened wide with ease, wrapping snug around my cock.
Our pubic bones met with a wet, sticky kiss, slicked by her arousal.
So comfortable.
The flesh clung to me without a gap, sucking and welcoming my length.
When I twitched my hips, my cock pressed firmly against a soft dead end.
"Hah... Haaaa...?"
Ha-sol's body trembled fiercely as I sank in completely.
Her wide-open eyes stared blankly into space, and drool and ambiguous moans spilled freely between her parted lips.
"Hah, ah? Hwaaah...?"
"Ha-sol...?"
[Good]
"Ah... yes, eh..."
I waited a moment as she struggled to collect herself, and gradually her pupils steadied from their vacant drift.
Her trembling, quivering gaze found me.
"You... really, went in... hng... didn't you..."
"I told you I was going in."
"But it went... so, so easily...?"
"Hmm... it did, didn't it...?"
"And it didn't hurt at all..."
"That's..."
At her words I glanced down and saw a thin trickle of fresh blood streaming from where we were joined.
Why didn't it hurt? Well, she's a superhuman for one. A pretty sloppy explanation, maybe, but that was most of the answer.
There were other factors. I'd used separate magic too, but the main cause lay elsewhere.
As crude as it sounds, it was the influence of my unique ability. The All-Rounder side of it, to be exact.
That was a deeply embarrassing piece of personal circumstances, so I couldn't really lay it out right then.
Enduring Ha-sol's dazed stare, I pushed my hips forward slightly.
"Hngk..."
My cock, now back inside, pressed flush against the dead end... the mouth of her cervix.
Ha-sol's gaze, which had just barely settled, flew upward again as a scandalous moan poured out.
Her toes curled tight, and clear fluid squirted from her slit.
- Ssssizz...
"Aaaah..."
Warm liquid pattered against my lower belly. At the same time, the pressure gripping my cock surged.
It didn't hurt.
The elastic flesh held my length as if soothing it, softly enfolding me and squirming. I shuddered at the sensation I couldn't get used to and slowly began to move my hips.
- Smack... smack... smack...
"Hnng... ah...! Aaang..."
A steady stream of honey-thick, syrupy moans dripped from Ha-sol's mouth. Every time our bones ground together, her flinching hands searched for mine and laced our fingers together.
I was sad I couldn't knead her swaying breasts, but this was good too, so I interlaced my fingers with hers in return.
- Smack...!
"Hng, hnnk... nngh, hngk...!"
With a bit more force, I flicked my hips and a sweet moan climbed, sharp and electric.
- Squish...
"Hnnng...! Ah, hnn, nngh, nnnh... Aang, aaang, aaang..."
When I pressed in slow and deep, her voice grew sticky as honey and she didn't know what to do with herself.
Her spring-green hair, always neatly braided, had come loose and was plastered to her sweat-damp bare skin.
With one hand unlaced from hers, I tidied her hair and kneaded her bare flesh.
It was soft as rice cake, warm and flushed with heat, and so nice to touch.
- Squeeze...
"Ah."
At last I grabbed her chest and kneaded it, but when I saw milk leak out I regretfully pulled my hand away.
I licked the milk off my hand, cleaning it up right away.
The milk was licked clean off, but the hand that had kneaded her breasts and been soaked in milk still carried that faint, sweet scent of it.
I moved my hips with a bit of mischief, and a signal came right away.
At the sensation of the base of my cock being squeezed tight, I lay down over Ha-sol.
I buried my face in her full chest and, like letting go to pee, I relaxed.
- Splrt, splrrrt...
"Hnngk? Hnngghh... ohhh...?"
Thick gushes of white fluid slammed forcefully against the mouth of her womb. Ha-sol, her mouth hanging open, let out the most depraved sound imaginable.
There was so much of it that I was the one who felt embarrassed.
The white fluid that seeped out from between my cock and her pussy traced past her perineum, grazing her rear hole before dripping down.
"Aaah... aang..."
[Good...]
[Refreshed]
Once I'd shuddered and emptied everything out, a wave of profound relief washed over me.
I was still breathing hard, face pressed into her chest as it rose and fell deeply, rubbing against it. A trembling hand came to rest on my head.
I peeked up from her cleavage and met her pale-green eyes, now hazy with pleasure. Ha-sol, still panting, opened and closed her mouth.
"...This feels addictive..."
"Huh...? Mmph."
Mumbling in a dreamy voice, Ha-sol pulled my head into her chest, holding me there.
"Let's... from now on... really, really... live happily."
[Yes]
I burrowed deeper into Ha-sol's embrace and nodded.
[I'm happy]
I am already so, so happy.
I'm probably the happiest person in the world right now. Smiling softly, I took the breast pressing against my cheek into my mouth.
I'll fill my stomach first, then we can continue.
* * *
Lee Ha-yul→Lee Ha-sol
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡(90/100)
｢Love｣ ｢Affection｣ ｢Mom｣ ｢Milk Cow?｣ ｢Guardian｣ ｢Softness｣ ｢Cozy｣ ｢Fluffy｣ ｢Stability｣
▼Dramatic Change▼
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥(90▷100/100)
｢Love｣ ｢Affection｣ ｢Mom｣ ｢Milk Cow?｣ ｢Guardian｣ ｢Softness｣ ｢Cozy｣ ｢Fluffy｣ ｢Stability｣
...
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡(100▷99/100)
* * *
"Hoo..."
Lee Ha-sol was the type to tire out easily.
Part of it was that being a parentless orphan made psychological stability hard to come by, but the real reason was that Lee Ha-sol herself was always worrying about the future, always running schemes in her head.
So much so that a sunny sky felt pointlessly indifferent and drew a sigh out of her.
As a result of this negative mindset, she'd often end up stifling her emotions all alone, somewhere no one could see.
But now she'd found a solution.
Lee Ha-sol sprinted headlong and threw open the orphanage door.
She kicked off her shoes and ran again.
She dumped her outer clothes and bag in her room, stepped into the shower and scrubbed thoroughly, then changed into something soft and fresh.
Her preparations complete, Lee Ha-sol beamed and opened a certain door.
"Ha-yul!"
[Yes]
The Director's office, though the Director wasn't inside. Lee Ha-yul, seated on the sofa, turned his head. He held up a sketchbook with "Yes" written on it, his hands fiddling idly, his face expressionless.
"Did you wait well?"
[Yes]
[No problems─]
Lee Ha-sol smiled softly and pulled Lee Ha-yul tight into her arms.
She slid the sketchbook that had gotten wedged between them out and set it on the desk, then sat on the sofa, cradled him in her lap, and nuzzled her cheek against his hair.
"Hoo, the fatigue just melts away..."
"......"
The exhaustion that had been sitting in her head dissolved.
Lee Ha-yul was, quite literally, a warm pack in human form.
The perfect size to hold close, and he gave off some inexplicably nice smell she'd somehow never noticed before...
"You like Ha-yul that much?"
"Yes."
The Director had walked in midway with a cup of coffee and was giving her an ambiguous look, but Lee Ha-sol just gave a light greeting and went back to holding Lee Ha-yul.
"I'm going to take care of him my whole life... and marry him if possible."
"...I'll be cheering you on from nearby."
The Director took a sip of coffee at this remarkably bold ambition.
She knew well that Lee Ha-sol's talents were outstanding. She'd assessed long ago that out in the world, she could comfortably support two people.
Her heart was upright and kind, so the Director saw no problem and only wanted to root for her.
Putting that aside, she wondered if maybe the child's affection was a little, well, heavy. But if they both liked it, what was there to say?
...They definitely liked each other.