Please Give Me Milk
"What the hell are you talking about? How did it end up like that?"
"That... do you know about the master's energy?"
"The whole five elements thing? I roughly understand it."
"Then it's easy to explain. Lady Yeoryeong transferred one of those energies to the master through intercourse, and in the process she raped the master while he was unconscious."
"?"
As Il Lena, who didn't know that Hwan Hyun acquired skills through sex, this was incomprehensible. There was no connection between transferring special energy and raping someone.
"Tch... I don't know. I just did it because I needed to, I guess?"
"There were plenty of other methods you could have found if you'd looked. But for twenty years, just the thought of eating the master made my lower belly tremble and my womb flood."
"...Are you insane? You're raising a child you yourself helped create, and you're saying shit like that?"
"You're telling me. And on top of that, don't we all shake our hips on top of the master even after we've left the room?"
If Yeoryeong had been listening to this conversation, she would have screamed "Don't destroy my image with lies and slander!" But unfortunately, she had no chance to defend herself.
Now, in Il Lena's mind, Yeoryeong's image was no longer the master's guardian and the academy principal. It was firmly cemented as a filthy, lewd bitch who had raped her own lover without consent.
"We're really fucked. There's nothing I can do about that."
Il Lena's expression turned grave.
"I apologize if this is uncomfortable, but it's not really that big a problem. After all, the master already has so many women — adding one more is nothing, and he'll have plenty more going forward."
"You think I'm jealous that a competitor showed up? I'm saying that woman could monopolize Hwanhyeon if she just sets her mind to it!"
In the middle of everyone being first-year students, the academy principal had inserted herself into the harem. No matter how much she invoked the title of Saintess, there was no easy way to intervene. Everything could be decided unilaterally by Yeoryeong's whim.
"No, I could just expel all the other women and lock the master in the bedroom having sex every day, couldn't I? I can't even beat you the way you did to me, and if Cheonghwa did it, she couldn't control me either..."
And she herself was an S-rank hunter, so there was no way to rein her in the way Cheonghwa did. Il Lena's insides were burning.
"Heh heh heh..."
"...Why are you laughing? I said we're fucked, didn't I? Today might be our last time having sex, and we might never even see the master's face again. How can you laugh?"
"I'm not laughing because I think that'll happen. Do I look like someone who couldn't come up with that kind of thought?"
"Hmm... I guess there's a part of you that believes in things. Hurry up and tell me. I'm anxious."
"Do you know about Soul Command?"
"I know. It's the power that lets the master do something to you all by force, isn't it? Could it be...?"
If Hwan Hyun had made Yeoryeong his contracted servant, then yes — things would be different. If he wanted Il Lena, Yeoryeong would have no choice but to comply.
"Did I guess right? Then I need to get on the master's good side even more..."
"That's a given, and there's more work I've already done. He gave all four of us permission to use Soul Command on her as a target."
"...Really?"
What Il Lena had worried about was something Cheonghwa had already thought of long ago. As a precaution against that possibility, she had taken measures so that Il Lena couldn't use her position to monopolize Hwan Hyun.
"Of course, nothing that involves self-harm or anything that would harm the master. But at the very least, I can push her down to the lowest rank in the hierarchy."
"Kya~ As expected, Cheonghwa. I knew I could count on you."
"...Did you?"
Il Lena's expression relaxed. The woman she'd assumed was an overwhelming rival had been confirmed as a dud.
'Then the real spot is pretty much mine. As long as it's not some irregular like that, the master will eventually choose me.'
The pink happiness circuit that had stalled for a moment started running again.
"...Look."
"...I... delivered..."
I jolted awake at the muffled voices nearby.
"Hnnn..."
"Master, are you awake? Hiiiii?!!"
I'd blanked out. I'd planned to spend the whole night with Il Lena and Cheonghwa, but...
I'd been having sex every night for days, and it seemed I'd finally worn myself out.
"Sorry. I fell asleep on my own."
"It's okay, Master. You must have been tired. I understand completely."
Luckily, Il Lena let it slide. Since she didn't seem to hold it against me for being the one who got left out this time, I could only feel grateful.
"But what are you doing right now? Why do you have condoms?"
"Heehee... just wait. Everything has a purpose."
Since I can freely determine which sperm is for breeding and which is for simple insemination, I have no use for that rubber. Probably Il Lena brought them. I don't need condoms anymore.
"Cheonghwa, squeeze harder. Think about filling it with semen!"
-SQUEEZE!
"Hyaah! ...!!"
"Why are you storing the stuff dripping from Cheonghwa's pussy? And there's more than one or two condoms."
"Look closely. All of these have their uses."
Then, Il Lena started tying the condoms filled with my semen one by one around her waist.
"Done!"
"Wow."
No matter how you looked at it, Il Lena was not a Saintess — she was a Sex-ness. There was no way she could be called an innocent, pure saint with how lewd she was.
Il Lena's versatility didn't end there.
"I plan to stay like this all day, tied up. What do you think?"
"Reject! Absolute reject! What insane nonsense is this? Are you going to go outside like that?"
"Why not? You usually walk around in clothes that barely cover anything — one little extra piece won't make any difference."
So she knows her usual outfit is a mess, then?
"No way. That's way too blatant."
"Tch. Even the Pope wouldn't say anything about this."
"That's what that person would do. Anyway, no. I won't let you dress me. You can pass that off as your personality, but honestly, it turns me on too."
"...I understand."
"Phew..."
I'd luckily prevented a blow to my Saintess reputation. Honestly, that wasn't what I meant...
Sunlight streamed through the window. The thought of attending classes again made me slump.
"Kraaagh!! I wish the instructor would slam her knee into my crotch and go 'Oh my, it's the final class!'"
"Master, compose yourself."
I don't know why it felt even harder to go after missing a few days.
"Master, it seems Vice Hall Head-nim has taken over meal preparation starting today. It's about time for the morning meal. Shall I prepare it?"
"Cheonghwa, do you not cook then? The rice you made was delicious."
"Vice Hall Head-nim strongly requested that I handle the overall meals, but... if Master wants my cooking, I'll head to the kitchen anytime."
"Thanks, Cheonghwa."
I quickly put on my student uniform and headed down to the first floor. It was there, in the dining hall, that I found Harin.
"Hwanhyeon-nim, good morning."
"...Harin? That outfit is..."
It was a maid outfit. And one that exposed her chest almost completely.
"Ah, Jinyeol said this was the most common women's wear in this world, so I tried it on. Do I look good?"
"Yes. You're beautiful."
The answer shot out before I could think. Even if I thought longer, the only thing I could say would be that it made my dick hard, so there was no point.
"I heard from Cheonghwa that you'll be handling meals from now on?"
"Yes. I'm here as a maid, so I should do at least that much. Also, I want to cook for Hwanhyeon-nim."
The woman who had been the second wife of a great house was now nothing more than a maid here. It was the kind of thing that could have wounded her pride, but her face held a smile, and there was no sign of it.
(Cheonghwa. How is that a human chest? Is that even a thing?)
"Oh my, hello? You must be the Saintess!"
"Ahaha... yes."
Il Lena, who had been looking at Harin's chest from behind, looked surprised. She was about to tell Cheonghwa her impressions but tripped over her words.
"Please come in. I've prepared all the meals."
"Thank you!"
Warm bread radiating steam, toast stuffed with eggs, scrambled eggs, and grilled bacon awaited us on the plate.
But how did Harin make Western food? I'd assumed it would be a Korean-style full course.
"There was a cooking program called Master Black-and-White Chef Korea, I think. After watching it, I spent some time collecting cooking qualification certificates as a hobby."
"Do those kinds of things trend in the Other Side too?"
"Yes. We love new cultural stuff too."
A second wife of a prestigious family serving Western cuisine in a maid outfit. What an unimaginable combination.
"Vice Hall Head-nim, please don't overdo it. If the master's palate gets spoiled with things like this... won't he stop wanting my cooking?"
"Heh heh, eat well."
The others started taking their seats one by one. The last to wake up was Jinyul, whose hair had gone back to its usual messy state.
But why were there cups but no milk?
"Harin, is there no milk at home?"
"Just a moment. I held off on this because freshness is the most important thing."
Then Harin grabbed my hand holding the cup and pulled it, while with her other hand she lifted the cloth covering her chest.
"Don't tell me... Harin?"
-SQUEEZE!!
"...Wow. You're insane. Are you a human or a cow?"
Yu Ryun would have been shocked. The milk squeezed from her chest filled the cup in seconds.
Harin simply smiled and said:
"Please enjoy ❤️"