Chapter 173
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 173
Chapter Title: Mana or Breast Milk is Invincible and Miraculous
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Having all the women under my management gathered inside the dungeon was a tremendous advantage.
"Huuuh."
I could just sit there and summon whichever one I needed, injecting nutrients without having to wander around.
Especially Han Semi, who produced mana breast milk—she had to be milked thoroughly every single day.
"Hngaaah! Oppa...! M-My breasts are too sensitive!!"
She'd boldly proven her worth in the joint skill show with Lee Sua, but now, with the breast milk extractor clamped onto her nipples, she moaned like a bitch in heat, squirting her juices and climaxing wildly.
"Did you tell your guild members? I said it's actually a flawed skill. It's a bit mutated too, so she eats a lot, but Mom's working hard to feed her."
"Hngg... Ungh.... I didn't tell the guild... Haa! Just you, Sijun... Kyaaah!!"
"Embarrassed about the flaw? Why didn't you say anything? My skill has flaws too."
Every time I squeezed her breasts with the milker attached, her pussy clenched so tight I could barely hold back.
The endless gripping pleasure made my head spin with electric thrills, and seeing Han Semi's face—tongue lolling out, panting like a dog—pushed me over the edge.
Her two small 120ml bottles were already brimming with thick white breast milk, mixed with my load. No more milk was coming out, so I dumped a hefty dose of my mana juice straight into her womb.
"Uuuuuh..."
Pop! With the sound of the bottles pulling free, that made four full 120ml ones.
Considering how it started dripping right away, it must've been nearly 500ml total.
I didn't know how much milk normal mothers produced daily, but this amount was pretty damn satisfying.
"Four bottles a day... If she keeps it up for a week, that'd be perfect."
The SS-grade magic stone's mana was still flowing for now, but it could cut off anytime.
So I had to stockpile as much as possible while it lasted.
I stored the four bottles in my subspace and covered Han Semi, sprawled on my mattress, with a blanket.
"That was intense."
The novelty of her producing breast milk, plus the experience of sex with the milker on—who else could offer that?
And doing it with tons of people milling around outside? Not quite outdoor sex, but it had its own thrilling edge.
I knew the tent was well soundproofed, but her lewd, instinct-driven moans echoed so loudly inside, I half-worried they'd leak out.
That was why sex with Han Semi no longer felt like a chore.
Her skills(?) were improving daily, carrying that mature allure of an older woman.
But we'd crammed four B-grade stones into a full 24-stack, and it had been days since discovering the mana milk.
Her Space Utilization was still only level 2.
Normally, the others would've hit level 3 by now—level 4 with overabsorption.
"Well, my girl's a bit offbeat."
Different was an understatement; better call it broken.
But fixing the broken was the power of my SSS-grade sperm.
I grabbed the milk bottles and stepped out of the tent.
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One worry I'd had was whether Im Hyeji, Kang Hana, and Lee Sua would get along.
Kang Hana and Im Hyeji were no issue—they'd bonded enough for Hyeji to visit our house from the start. Sharing one dick might feel awkward at first, but being young and compatible, they'd sort it out quick.
In fact, Hyeji came over often, and even if she visited me, if Hana was home, they'd hang in my bed, eat together, watch TV, shop, and even grab dinner out.
The problem was Lee Sua.
Hyeji was a minor SNS influencer at best—pocket change compared to Sua.
Plus, Hyeji and Hana were 23-year-olds born in '02, while Sua was 28, a '97 baby.
With a generational gap like a millennium in this weird setup, could they really click?
Wouldn't they feel distant?
I worried for nothing.
"Girls, check this out. Pics from sponsorships for my new YouTube channel."
"Wow!! Unnie, you're so pretty!!"
"No way... You got these? I love that brand..."
"Wanna shop there next time? I'll buy you each a bag."
"For real?"
"Nah, unnie. It's fine. Let's just window-shop!! I'm happy just going with you."
"No, I really wanna get you each one. Let's be close. No fighting... though that might be tough? If we ever fight over Kang Jik later, don't go too hard."
"...."
"...."
Instead of slyly scheming inside, openly discussing it like this with resolute nods seemed healthier—made them look closer.
Of course, as a guy, that's my view; women might have invisible power struggles.
Hana and Hyeji weren't denying it outright either, so they seemed aware things were fine now but might change later.
"Why fight over me? Just take what I give you obediently."
"....Sigh."
"Oppa!"
"When did you get here?"
"Just now."
They were so deep in corner huddle, plotting solemnly, they didn't notice me enter.
I clicked my tongue and pulled four milk bottles from my subspace.
"What's that?"
"Huh?"
"That stuff?"
Lee Sua, who hadn't tasted it yet, eyed them curiously, while Hana and Hyeji's eyes lit up—they'd sampled it.
Hyeji had lucked into the mana milk miracle big time.
Hana knew Hyeji had tasted that miracle.
The four bottles sat between the three women.
"...But why four? Don't stir up trouble between us like this."
Hana shot me a resentful glare.
From her view, she didn't know who'd tried it or not, so fair shares—one each—made sense.
Then the extra one would spark a choice moment.
The shameless would claim it outright, but after their little unity pledge, greed might seem too greedy.
Yielding felt awkward too.
This was on the giver.
I realized too late after pulling them out—grabbing one back might look petty—so I bolted.
"Don't bicker; rock-paper-scissors it. Or give Sua two since it's her first."
My accidental troll gave them two smart options anyway—no big deal.
I slipped out, activating stealth.
With Precision Scan and Ruler of Space mastered, I did my daily magic stone workout in the dungeon.
No need for high-grades.
My subspace overflowed with B-grade+, but lower ones weren't worthless.
Actually, C-grade and below were perfect for cashing in discreetly to line my pockets.
So I picked them up casually, without drawing notice.
I eyed hunters returning from hunts and dashed that way.
It was a guild dungeon raid, more for skill-building than loot, so only one slow-moving cleanup crew—I'd confirmed it.
"Heh heh heh."
Jackpot.
Plus, Han Semi would be back soon for the wrap-up meeting before the crew headed out—my playground till then.
Worried about monsters jumping me or stealth breaking? Nah.
With Precision Scan at a comfy 200m radius, I could scream bloody murder and monsters wouldn't hear.
"Jackpot."
Normally, I'd drag Hana along for briefings—hassle avoided now.
I could work anytime, anywhere; worth pounding her hard beforehand.
"La la la~"
I headed first to the spot of Sua and Semi's joint battle.
Expected big with an S-grade monster pack.
"Aw, snagged."
I'd seen an A-grade stone at battle's end, but the S-grade carcass was probably butchered on-site.
Grabbed the lone D-grade among others, then to the next battle site.
There, they'd bailed right after—B-grade stone plus extras.
I took only the B-grade.
"Missed the A-grade, after all."
Fair trade-off. Then, amid the loot, something shiny non-stone caught my eye.
"Oh?"
[A] [Combat Addict's Knuckle]
＊ Maintain combat for 300 seconds: Stamina +1 rank. (Max S)
＊ Adrenaline (A) secreted during combat.
It was gear.
A knuckle on the hand of an A-grade monster crushed under corpses.
I glanced around.
Empty.
Slipped it into my subspace and hustled back to camp.
"Phew."
Dropping stealth, I entered—the trio had become a quartet.