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“Mmm….”
Once again, the same thrill I'd felt the first time I learned Antares's secret swept over my body.
The sweet scent like roses, the faint lewd moans slipping out between her parted lips, and the subtle sensation that came from the quiet, darkened room.
I'll just touch her a little. That's fine, right?
Having finished my own convenient self-justification, I loosened the last scrap of clothing that remained on Antares's chest.
Even sprawled beneath her, those enormous mounds still rose up like mountains, and a tiny bead of liquid clung to the pink bud at the center of her breast.
Carefully, I brought my fingertip to the tiny white droplet resting atop that pink point.
Lick—!
“There it is. That taste.”
The milk I always drank—no, her breast milk. The moment that flavor crossed my tongue, my body stopped belonging to me. My hands reached out of their own accord toward Antares's chest, hesitantly closing around it.
Soft, springy flesh wobbled beneath my palms, swallowing my fingers whole. Her body heat, just a little warmer than mine, crept up along my skin.
“Haa, haa…. I'm sorry. Please, don't wake up.”
Even if this mortifying scene of depravity came to light, I wanted to touch these breasts more. I wanted to taste them.
Bowing my head slowly, I brought my lips to Antares's breast.
The instant my tongue touched her stiffened nipple—
“Ah…!”
A sensual moan spilled from Antares's lips, her eyes still closed.
The thought that she might wake no longer registered in my mind at all. Utterly consumed by desire, I slipped off my nightclothes, pulled down my panties, and brought one hand between my legs.
With one hand gripping Antares's breast tight, the other worked between my own thighs. I knew perfectly well how shameless this was—but right now, even that shame only made my body burn more sensitively.
Antares. Antares…. Please give me your milk. Fill my mouth to the brim with it♥
When I gently lapped at her nipple with my tongue, the breast in my hand throbbed like a beating heart. As the scent of her milk grew thicker, I pulled my hand away from myself, seized her breast with both hands, and squeezed.
Buuuurrrt—!! Pyuurk! Buuurrrt—!!
I expected a lot to come out, but this is beyond anything I imagined. I can't let a single drop spill.
I took Antares's breast fully into my mouth and sucked harder. Her milk poured endlessly down my throat, wave after wave.
But no matter how much I drank, the flow from her breasts showed no sign of stopping. I gulped it down without pause until my breath grew ragged and my head began to swim.
Antares is… pressing down on me♥
And what of it? If anything, I was savoring the pleasure of that sensation.
I drew one finger out of my depths, pressed my index and middle fingers together, and plunged them back in, stirring myself with them.
Words with no context, no structure—nothing but scattered fragments gathering and dissolving in my mind.
Breasts, breasts, breasts♥ Give me more. I love you♥ I love you, Antares♥ I'm going to devour you. My pussy, my pussy's on fire. Antares. Take me. Punish me♥ Use your fingers on my pussy, Antares♥
When I came to my senses, I had drained every drop of milk from Antares's right breast, and was touching myself with her hand.
Antares's fingers. They're longer than mine. If something like this went inside… it would feel so much better than my own.
Carefully, I slid her fingers into my pussy a little at a time. Reaching a depth my own fingers never could, the deep inner walls of my cunt—places that had never known pleasure—writhed at her touch.
Ahh♥ This is dangerous…. I'm going to come.
Maybe it was because her fingers reached deeper, or maybe it was the sheer decadence of touching myself with the hand of the woman I loved—the stimulation was beyond imagination.
Just as I feared I would climax right there and began slowly withdrawing her fingers—
“Mmmmmh.”
Antares stirred, turning over and pulling her own arm with her.
“Aahhk?! Haahk♥”
The fingers still inside me sank in even deeper and began churning against my walls.
“Aaaghhhk?! An-ta-res…. Haaek♥”
The pleasure, already pushed to its very limit, boiled over, and a flood of arousal came gushing from between my legs.
“Not—like—this!”
I snatched up my discarded nightclothes and pressed them against myself just as everything came pouring out—far more violently than Antares's milk had ever flowed.
My back arched of its own accord, and my legs spread wide like a wanton whore offering herself.
I'm coming. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming—! Fingered by Antares's hand, I'm coming disgracefully right beside her♥
When the wave of pleasure that had engulfed my whole body finally crashed and receded, the room hung heavy with damp heat and the scent of what I had spilled.
My skin glistened with sweat, and a hazy dizziness pressed down on my head.
“Haa, haa….”
With exhausted eyes, I gazed at Antares's face.
She was still deep in sleep.
Come to think of it, the breast I just drained has definitely gotten smaller.
What would she do if she woke up to find herself lopsided? And perhaps because I'd spilled so much down below, my thirst was creeping back again.
Pardon me for just a bit on this side, too.
I shifted my body once more and took her left breast into my mouth.
Placing that still-stiff pink bud between my teeth and nibbling gently, milk came flooding into my mouth.
I've eaten so much already, but it keeps coming. Is there some kind of blessing in it?
I already knew Antares's breast milk held a special power.
Fatigue recovery and beautiful skin could be managed with healthy ingredients alone—but the way my divine power, something that could only be granted by a god, grew stronger was something no ordinary foodstuff could explain.
It must be the Blessing of the Red Colossus that reshaped her body.
She had remade herself for my sake. And here I was, the recipient of such profound love, secretly violating her in her sleep.
A faint guilt clung to the back of my excitement, curdling into something deliciously decadent.
…Forgive me for being such a lewd child. But I've suffered so much. In my past life, I had to kill you with these very hands. So please, let me be a little selfish.
I didn't stop. I sucked out the very last drop of milk remaining in Antares's breasts.
“Haa. Haa…. Thank you for the meal.”
Now I had to clean up so she wouldn't notice anything when she woke.
Wiping away the traces of milk and saliva with a handkerchief, I dressed her back in the clothes I'd stripped off.
“I love you.”
With one last kiss, I rose from her side.
Only then did I remember that I was completely naked—and that my nightclothes were now filthy, having caught everything I'd spilled.
“…Maybe I should head out for a while tonight.”
Perhaps because Paula had kissed me so deeply before I fell asleep, she appeared in my dreams that night.
And in the most shameless form imaginable. What happened in that dream I could never speak aloud, even with a blade at my throat.
“Antares. Look at me. This is the pretty body you raised, feeding me your own milk.”
In some vague, formless space, Paula stood baring her naked body, tempting me.
At some point she had wrapped herself around me, kissing my neck, her hands wandering even where they should never touch, caressing me.
“The truth is, I know everything. The milk I've been drinking—it's all been your breast milk, hasn't it, Antares?”
“How on earth did you—”
“Now that I know everything, you don't have to pump it in secret anymore.”
Paula opened her mouth and pointed a finger inside it.
“Squeeze it in here. You don't have to hide it anymore.”
Perhaps because it was a dream, I pressed my breast to her mouth without a second thought.
But strangely enough, I felt an ache exactly like Paula truly suckling at my chest—and the pleasure of milk actually flowing out of me.
“Hehe, does it feel good?”
“Breasts are sensitive, so be gentle. Don't—don't bite♥”
The strangeness didn't last. Even in my dream, Paula's momentum overwhelmed me, and I found myself swept along by her lead.
“Antares. Look at my pussy. It's pretty, isn't it? Now, with your fingers…. Ahhk♥ Yes, right there. That's my sweet spot♥”
Paula suckled at my breast, spat out the filthiest words with that same mouth, and then pressed her lips to mine, tangling our tongues together.
“Do you love me, Antares?”
“I love you.”
“As a woman? As one woman?”
I remember hesitating at that question, just for a moment.
But this was only a dream. So I spoke the whole of my heart, holding nothing back.
“Yes. I love you as a woman.”
When a chill enveloping my body woke me, a light brighter than usual was falling across my eyes.
“Huh?!”
Morning had not yet dawned, yet something inexplicably wrong convinced me I had slept later than usual.
Did I oversleep? By this hour my chest should be aching full enough to wake me on its own….
First things first—I had to express the milk. Paula would still be asleep, so if I hurried, I could manage it somehow.
I turned toward her bed to check if she was still sleeping.
“…Paula?”
But her bed was empty.
“Paula!”
The blood in my veins went cold. The chill that had woken me seemed to worm its way inside me in an instant, spreading through every vessel to the farthest corners of my body.
The moment despair threatened to bring me to my knees, I clenched my legs and held back the tears.
“Don't tell me the Church has— No. That can't be it. Please….”
I searched the house from top to bottom. The bedroom, of course, and even the kitchen and the storeroom. But Paula was nowhere.
Only then did it occur to me that she might have gone to the privy.
Heading for the door, I saw the heavy bar I always locked in place had been set aside beside it.
Opened from the inside? Right. There's no way the Cult Leader could have made his move already…. Right….
The moment I stepped outside, cold air washed over me—I'd rushed out wearing nothing but a thin nightgown.
For a heartbeat I thought about grabbing an outer coat, but worry won out, and I simply ran straight ahead.
Tap—! Tap—! Crunch!!
“Whew. I really can't keep up with my old form yet.”
It was only when I reached the training yard in the open lot beside the house that I finally found Paula.
Dressed in a gray practice uniform, she swung a single silver-gleaming sword, cleaving the empty air again and again.
In the darkness of the early morning, her swordplay alone shone brilliantly.
She's beautiful.
The sight of her, utterly absorbed in that single concept called swordsmanship, made me think for a moment that a goddess must have descended to the earth.
But one strange detail brought my rapture to a grinding halt.
Where did those techniques come from? I've never taught her a single one of them.
Nothing she'd learned from me, and nothing she could ever have reached on her own.
Those are techniques only someone with real combat experience would use. Against human opponents, at that—armored ones.
Her blade was cleaving through at roughly the height of an average man's neck. All the while her feet stepped through fresh stances without pause, her body weaving fluidly through the attacks of an enemy that wasn't there.
Clearly, this was meant for fighting overwhelming numbers. Techniques conceived with full-scale warfare in mind.
But that child has never seen real battle.
What was she hiding?
Was Paula really the cute, mischievous child I knew?
Or was this some scheme of the Cult Leader's that I couldn't even begin to imagine—
Shut up, Antares. Stop jumping to conclusions. Whatever she is or isn't—what does it matter?
Why should I have to think anything at all?
For someone like me, who had given up everything, she had become a hope newly found.
Whatever happens, it doesn't matter. As long as you survive, that's enough. Even if I fall into the deepest pit of ruin myself.
My ending was written long ago, and it ended in tragedy.
I had simply put off watching it arrive, again and again—and now, with a small hope finally in bloom, I only wished to see how the story would close.
Because you're the one child who has earned the right to take everything I have.
The instant that thought crossed my mind, Paula's eyes, far across the yard, turned toward me.
“…Paula?”
She was looking straight at me. No trace of surprise—almost as if she had known I was coming.
The dazzling flurry of her swordplay stopped, and Paula walked toward me with measured steps.
“Antares. Why are you up so early?”
“I always wake around this time. I just couldn't see you anywhere. I got worried, so I came out.”
“You look upset.”
“This is just…. I woke up and….”
Paula gazed up at me with a gentle, smiling warmth in her eyes.
Somehow, that gaze seemed different from usual. Something about meeting it made me feel as though I might be swallowed whole.
The dream I'd had last night resurfaced, and I was suddenly, absurdly embarrassed all on my own.
“Did you come out because you missed me?”
Whether she knew what was on my mind or not, Paula slid naturally into my arms.
“Paula?”
“You must be cold. Let's go inside. Why did you come out in something so thin?”
I wanted to ask why she'd been training at dawn in the first place, but my sleep had been too restless to look her in the eye today.
We could just walk quietly home together. The milk could hold out for one more day—I'd express it tomorrow at dawn.
“Oh, right—I'm hungry. Would you warm me up some milk?”
“…Huh?”
“Milk. I couldn't sleep, so I came out to train. I think if I drink some, I'll finally be able to rest.”
Paula looked up at me.
And on her face was a desire so clinging, so utterly unrestrained, that something about it felt profoundly wrong.