Wiping the Great Mother's Milk-Soaked Breasts

Sluuuurp!♥ Sluuuurp!♥ Breasts. Enormous breasts being squeezed and milked with utmost care—Sophia's bare, naked breasts, her upper body completely exposed. Pshhh!Spurt!Squiiirt!♥ Milk. Golden breast milk gushing from the pink nipples crowning those massive breasts, Sophia's fresh, living milk being released into the open air in real time. As she smiled at me, the fresh milk squeezed from her breasts filled the small jar on the floor with loud, vivid sounds.

"You were in the middle of milking, Great Mother."

Sonya and her family seemed to have stepped out of the tent for a while, leaving Sophia alone diligently expressing her milk. It wasn't exactly obscene, but it was undeniably explicit. Especially with a woman as beautiful and explosively curvaceous as the Great Mother doing it.

Yet I remained composed, even in my own eyes. After all, the sight of Sophia milking herself was quite familiar to my memories and subconscious.

"Sonya's immune system is still weak. So every time the seasons change, this mother has to feed her my milk."

The Great Mother had long used her milk to treat the tribe's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠children. Not only was it delicious, but it was highly nutritious, noticeably boosted immunity, and brought psychological comfort. 'Even before I left this place, I saw her still milking herself like a cow.'

Barbarian women, whose bodies were optimized for both child-rearing and sex, produced abundant milk after pregnancy, but Sophia was especially exceptional. Even now, with Athena at twenty-three, it still flowed in abundance. Among the Mohican tribe, this trait in women was deeply revered and interpreted positively, as it was said to be a characteristic of the goddess Gaia they worshipped. Thus, barbarian women who produced plentiful, high-quality milk were called vessels of the Great Mother, and most who became Great Mothers possessed this trait.

"Then I'll sit beside you and wait, Great Mother."

Swish...!

"Hoho! Do as you like, Taeyang."

Pshht!Spurrrt!Pshhh!♥

In other words, it was a very sacred and noble scene. I sat beside the Great Mother with the utmost respect, as if I were someone who had committed a sin yet been granted absolution.

"Our Taeyang drank plenty of my milk while growing up, too."

Smile...!

When I positioned myself beside her, Sophia gave me a maternal smile. She must have been remembering the days when she fed me her milk.

"Yes. Thanks to you, I've grown up so healthy and strong."

I remembered it too. After losing my biological mother, I joined this tribe. As a result, both my mind and body had been greatly weakened back then. To care for and heal me, every morning when I woke and every night before bed, Sophia would hold this Geum Taeyang in her arms and nurse me.

"My heart was healed too. Your embrace remains a beautiful memory for me. Even in the cold winter, you nursed me and took care of me."

Since I wasn't a newborn, she could have simply expressed the milk into a bowl. But Sophia had held me directly to heal my heart. Her sincerity and devotion had been conveyed to the young me and continued to sustain my bright spirit to this day.

"It was a beautiful memory for this mother too, Taeyang. Watching you drink my milk so well, I couldn't stop smiling. No matter how anxious you were at other times, the moment you nestled in my arms and suckled, you looked so peaceful."

After I grew older, I learned the truth. Athena had an older brother who died at the age of two from illness. At that time, Sophia's health had been so poor that she couldn't nurse him. Of course, even if he had drunk her milk, it wouldn't have saved him, but it remained a deep regret for her nonetheless—that she hadn't been able to do everything she could for her beloved firstborn.

Sophia poured all that remaining devotion into me instead. That process, and seeing me recover after drinking her milk, was more than enough reason for her to see me not as a typical barbarian adoptee, but as her real son.

"....."

As various deep stories surfaced while watching Sophia milk herself, I focused even more intently on her sacred act for a long while. Then a new impression welled up in my mind. 'They're really huge...!'

It was the insanely massive, appetizing breasts of a milf. 'Was I into milfs? Athena's breasts were great, but these seem even more arousing?'

Of course they were. My previous memories were from before the thirty years of Korean life as Geum Taeyang had mixed in. Now, however, I was receiving this sacred sight through the consciousness of a modern person who understood the value of milfs. So the scene of Sophia milking herself could no longer appear to me as nothing but a pure, innocent image.

'This makes me curious. Damn it, I didn't want to use it for this kind of thing.'

No helping it. '[Eye of the Transcendent]!'

I activated the Eye of the Transcendent, wanting to observe and satisfy my curiosity about the attractive milf Great Mother's more intimate details.

'In a different sense from the chieftain, she's terrifying.'

Sophia's status window was as abundant as her breasts and hips. 'J-cup! And 45-inch hips! This is a body completely optimized for bearing and raising children!'

Looking at Athena's private body measurements had made me think ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sex with her would be delicious. Sophia's dangerously curvaceous figure naturally made any male with a cock want to fuck her, but her ultra-voluptuous S-line body was too precious to confine to that feeling alone. It was as if it couldn't fully express its charm otherwise. Truly, it was the body of a milf maman that seemed capable of accepting a male's every whim without reservation.

'Favorability 100... That means she'd believe me even if I said I could bring the dead back to life.'

Athena's favorability had been 95 at maximum. According to Heavenly Intuition, at that level, even if I had gone crazy and taken her during the incident at Cargo Lake, Athena's heart might have been hurt, but she wouldn't have been able to push me away in the end. So what about Sophia at 100/100? It meant that if I were to pounce on her, Sophia would brainwash herself into thinking that her beloved adopted son had simply lost his mind from pent-up lust after long travels in foreign lands and his return journey.

'But that ultimately wouldn't bring good results. Not in the overall story line.'

However, in the strategy game Record of World Conquest, I couldn't simply walk the path of a mindless sex fiend. I had an ultimate mission that could be called a sacred duty. To conquer the world with the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Mohican tribe—otherwise, the cheat mode would disappear. In other words, I had to consider whether everything I did would help with world conquest. In the case of the R-19 mode conquest, it seemed like this: Not simple sex, but first filling the question-marked Affection stat in that status window to the brim, and only then taking both Sophia and Athena would connect to the world conquest mission.

'And it means Sophia is also a heroine in my story.'

Fortunately, the chieftain didn't have anything like that. Also, on the way here, when I used the Eye of the Transcendent on other barbarian aunties, they didn't have the various psychological categories toward me that Athena and Sophia possessed. These two were clearly important characters in my story.

"I've finally finished milking. I hope Sonya drinks this milk and gets through this season safely."

While I had been staring at Sophia's breasts in a daze and analyzing them thoroughly, she had already finished expressing milk from both her massive cow-like breasts.

'She's a complete mess. Milk is splattered all over her breasts and hands—it's chaos.'

Sophia's hands and her separated 80J massive breasts gave me another visual pleasure. Had her condition been poor today? The milking hadn't been stable. So while the quantity had come out sufficiently, it hadn't been extracted cleanly, leaving both her breasts and hands soaked as if milk had been spilled all over them.

"This mother must have gotten impatient after seeing her beloved son after so long. I was so eager to finish quickly and return to the tent to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠feed you."

Grin...!

Despite looking so disheveled, Sophia wore the most innocent expression and gave me a smile full of affection. But through her excuse, I could fully appreciate the value of that smile. 'Kuh... She was so impatient because she wanted to spend some tender time alone with me as soon as possible.'

Even though her beloved son had returned, Sophia had hurried to carry out her schedule as usual. But her mind had already been filled with thoughts of what stories she would share with me in the tent that evening, what food she would feed me. Then, when I appeared at her workplace like this in front of the central tent, the impatience she had barely suppressed reached its peak. Her expression and words remained as composed as a Great Mother should be, but her hands milking the breasts had unknowingly become hurried and lost their delicacy. The result was this disheveled appearance. How could I not be overwhelmed by such a lovely and adorable milf's charm!

"In that case, it's a very heartwarming mistake on your part, Great Mother. I thought about looking away for a moment in case you felt embarrassed, but I don't think I can. It will become too precious a memory for me."

Was it because of that? My Casanova trait manifested without restraint. Sophia the Great Mother didn't usually flaunt her authority, but she tried to maintain the dignity befitting the Great Mother of the Mohican tribe. It was necessary for her words to carry weight in important moments for the tribe. In other words, she must have felt somewhat embarrassed that her dignity had been disturbed just now. I used the privilege of an adopted son to soothe her heart.

"Hahaha! Our Taeyang must be ready to get married soon? How is it that you know so well how to comfort a woman's heart? I thought you'd only become cheeky, but you've turned into a thoughtful and kind man."

The effect was greater than expected. As expected of Sophia Barbara, who would understand even if I took her right now through her maternal heart—she showed the world's most benevolent smile and interpreted my sly flirtation as manly boldness.

"Then, Great Mother, may I tidy up your chest situation? I think that would be faster."

Emboldened, I pushed my boldness further. Since I had touched Athena's breasts during the day, now at this moment as the sun set, I would claim Sophia's breasts as well.

"You'll do that for me? It must be troublesome..."

"Troublesome? Compared to what you do, Great Mother, this is nothing."

"Hohoho! Then I'll ask you to do it, son."

Even then, Sophia's response was concern for my effort, befitting a loving mother. But my resolve to touch her breasts was firm, and eventually Sophia granted me permission to touch her ample flesh. Afterward, I picked up the cloth she had prepared with my right hand, and with my left—Soft...!!♥—I supported one of Sophia's enormous 80J breasts.

"Mmm..."

At that moment, a deep breath escaped Sophia's lips. Swish...! Swish...! Drip...Drip... I paid it no mind and calmly used the cloth to wipe the milk from both of Sophia's breasts. As I did, the milk pooled on her nipples shyly trickled down.