A Mug Full of Fresh Milk
I finished reminiscing about yesterday's events. It all happened right around this time. Cecilia really squeezes the milk out of me at every opportunity. You'd think a person might show some mercy and let me rest after all that, but according to her, if it builds up, it's a "bad situation." So she grits her teeth and charges in, forcing an erection no matter what. There's no way I could hold out against that.
Logically speaking, at this rate, I'd die from tech break and no one would bat an eye. But no matter how much I cum, it never ends. It's like some power empties my balls and refills them at the same time. Probably one of the goddesses' convenient divine powers.
Speaking of divine power, even as a representative of the gods, mine is ridiculously weak. Partly to keep it in check so I don't overwhelm humans, but mostly because my main goddess, Luis, is a lower goddess. Apparently, this is the first time a lower goddess has ever summoned a representative. And then her fellow goddesses, with their "let's share the good stuff" mentality, latched on.
Come to think of it, maybe all the divine power I have left is being funneled into infinite semen production. Cut me some slack... I feel like nothing more than a masturbation pet...
Or have I always been like this? Luis did say representatives of the gods have heavenly bodies that easily accept divine power. Plus, high mana affinity makes it easy to understand magic, and they can commune with divine artifacts. Depending on how you use it, it could be a huge bonus.
That's if I can use it, though. Right now, I'm holed up in a little general store in the kingdom, living a sticky, gooey life. The longer this drags on, the more I'm starting to think, eh, it's not so bad.
Of course, there's almost nothing I can't do. Except for stuff like filming amateur porn and sending it to lower goddesses.
Come to think of it, they said they could record videos. Lurien might be masturbating every night until her pussy's raw. If it's her type, anyway.
At least while I wait, I can hope for one of three things:
1. The goddesses turn me into an adult body soon, and I chill until then. Once that's done, I'd register at the adventurers' guild and go for the classic hero route. That's the romance of it all.
2. Luis comes down to the mortal world using her authority as my main goddess soon. I'll beg her to amp up my powers, then expand my range and have even more fun.
3. Mary said she'd look into places where I can recover divine power. She and the other goddesses will pass the info through Luis, so once it comes in, I'll have a solid goal: absorb divine power.
Everything requires waiting anyway, but I'd prefer 2 or 3. Until then, best to empty my head and just enjoy it.
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The next day, Cecilia headed out early in the morning. I cracked my eyes open at the sound of her getting dressed and watched her leave the room, but after a full day of her riding me yesterday, I didn't have the energy to see her off. Drowsiness hit me hard, and I fell back asleep.
That morning, Eli and I ate the food Cecilia had prepared in advance.
"Raoul. Mom said she'll be back around lunchtime. She told you to rest up until then?"
"Cecilia did? Sis, do you know where she went...?"
"Huh? No idea. She didn't say, so probably something store-related?"
"Yeah. Got it..."
After eating, Eli fixed her clothes, grabbed her art supplies, and headed to the academy.
Back around lunchtime, huh. Nothing to do, so it's kinda boring. Inventory's all sorted...
I rolled around on the sofa like a total bum, killing time. As the wait dragged on with nothing to do, I wondered if she'd skipped home and gone straight to open the store. I checked the shop door, but no Cecilia.
Guess it's not some white lie to give me space. Man, this is dull. If I'd learned magic or swordsmanship, I could practice alone. And the one divine power I have is just endless semen production...
"............"
Hold up.
That thought hit me while my face was buried in the sofa. I sat up. Suddenly, a fun idea popped into my head.
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At lunchtime, the living room door opened, and Cecilia walked in looking a bit stiff and weary.
"Phew... That was tough. Raoul, you still inside?"
"Ah, yeah! I'm here. I guarded the house like you said, Cecilia."
"Hehe. Good boy. Must've been a long wait, though. Auntie'll whip up some food right away?"
Normally she'd change into skimpy lingerie right away, but since lunch was running late, she headed straight to the kitchen. She wiped the beaded sweat from her forehead while preparing my meal. The weather didn't seem that hot outside. Wonder what she was up to? Must be busy.
I sat at the table, behaved, and waited for lunch. All the while, I smirked inwardly imagining the fun about to unfold. How would Cecilia react? Just thinking about it had me curious and excited.
Cecilia skillfully pulled out ingredients and got to cooking. From the corner of my eye, it looked like fresh fish and meat from the market—she diced them into bite-sized pieces and plated them neatly. She added soft bread to one side of the plate.
"There. Bet you were waiting. Let's eat up?"
"Yup. Thanks for the food."
Cecilia sat across from me with a bright smile. Tired from work, she didn't climb onto my lap and feed me today. Fine by me—I could watch her face.
"Oh, um, Cecilia... Y'know..."
She paused with her fork midway to her mouth and looked at me.
"What's up?"
"Well... You drink my milk, right...?"
"............Yeah. So what? Nothing weird about that, is there?"
Cecilia set her fork down, her face uneasy like she wondered if I knew something. I waved my hands, denying it.
"Not that... You help squeeze it out so much, so I thought... it must be tiring for you..."
I stood, grabbed a mug I'd stashed somewhere, and carried it carefully to the table with both hands—it was big for my size, and I didn't want to spill. Thud. I set it in the center where she could see.
"...I prepared it ahead. So... easier for you to drink..."
"...........Uh. Wow......"
It brimmed with the thick white semen I'd milked out all morning, on the verge of overflowing. Cecilia's hand trembled as she grabbed the handle and pulled it beside her plate. The semen sloshed with the motion.
"Ahh... Wowww... Amazing......"
She stared blankly, swallowing hard. I sat across from her, asking carefully as her face flushed red and her mouth worked soundlessly.
"Um... What do you think...?"
"G-gulp... Wh-what do I think?"
"No, did I... do good...?"
I twisted my body like a kid craving praise, peeking at her shyly. Cecilia looked dazed. Seeing me innocently waiting for approval, something sparked—she shuddered.
She gave me an awkward smile.
"Y-yeah. Raoul. Thank you... So much milk......"
"Really? Phew... Good... I was super worried it was pointless."
"N-no... It's not... Not at all..."
She inhaled the thick male scent rising from the mug, her expression dreamy, letting out soft "hmms."
"......Was it hard squeezing it out alone?"
"At first, yeah, but thinking of you made me feel... weird... And after that... Yeah..."
I beamed happily at her praise but blushed like a shy kid, lowering my head. Cecilia's cheeks pinked as she watched.
"Hmm... I see... Hnng... My fault, then......"
"N-no, it's fine. Um..."
I stroked my hand shyly and continued.
"Please... enjoy it...?"
"Ugh... Ahh...... Uh. ............Yeah."
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Bored with nothing to do, I'd used my overflowing energy to milk myself hard. Partly to mess with Cecilia after all her tormenting me. No matter how pervy she gets about wringing my semen, it's only in that intimate, steamy mood. Sober, it's a stretch.
And right now, we're fully dressed, eating a normal meal. So my surprise move clearly flustered her. This was everyday life invaded by shattered common sense.
A fragile boy presents semen milked straight from his dick, smiling innocently for praise. Of course it's an act, but from her view, it's all because of her lies and brainwashing.
What was she thinking? Thrilled that her depraved perversions corrupted me? Or guilty for twisting an innocent kid?
"......Slurp."
Her tongue flicked out unconsciously—no guilt there, apparently.
The real question: could she drink that mug full of semen stone-cold sober? Crossing the line in daily life hits different. That's why I brought it to lunch. No escape.
If she actually finishes it, I'd respect her. Even let her toy with me during sex for a while.
"......Alright, back to eating?"
"Yeah... Thanks for the food."
I picked up my fork like an excited kid after praise, digging into my plate.
"Nom......"
"......Mm. Gulp..."
Cecilia pushed the mug aside and ate her fish, forcing a normal face.
"......Fish good?"
"Mmph. Gulp. Yeah. Super tender and tasty."
"...Good. Gotta buy more next time..."
She still hadn't touched the mug. Sober's too much, huh. Understandable, but boring if it ends here.
As she focused on food, I glanced at the mug now and then, my expression shifting from earlier joy to blank neutrality.
".........Nom."
Sitting across, she noticed my changing face. She fidgeted, eyes darting between the mug and me. Then slowly set down her fork, hand creeping to the handle.
Seeing my slumped shoulders, she must've felt compelled to do something.