Alchemist Daisy 57
“Ah, milk pouch.”
“………W-What…?”
Daisy stared at me with a blank expression, her eyes wide and unfocused. She must have doubted her own ears for a split second.
“Ah…! N-Nothing.”
“………….”
I hurriedly closed the box and fumbled through an awkward excuse with a flustered look. Daisy, who had seemed about to say something, promptly shut her mouth. Perfect timing to cut it off here and see how she reacts. I had no idea what was going through her head, but I'd piqued her curiosity just enough—it wouldn't end like this.
A little while later, Daisy brought out a plate of cookies and drinks, murmuring something like, 'He's just sitting there waiting… must be boring, right?'
I moved back to the long table in the center. Daisy cleared away her alchemy tools to one corner for the moment and set the snacks down in front of me.
“Thank you, sis.”
“U-Uh… yeah……”
My throat was parched anyway, so I reached for the drink first, but I froze the moment I peered into the cup. The color of the liquid… was a bit off. White drink… not quite milk… Did they even have something like this in this world? Come to think of it, this woman is an alchemist.
“…….”
Daisy sat diagonally across from me, stealing glances like she was just waiting for me to drink. Her acting was so poor that it was obvious she'd tampered with it somehow. For a split second, I debated whether to drink it. Should I slap a suggestion on her to make sure she couldn't harm me? Nah, I decided against it. The goddesses had said my divinely blessed body had top-tier resistance all around, so this could be a fun experiment. Plus, with them probably watching through the space mirror, they wouldn't let me game over that easily here. With that safety net, and figuring it'd be entertaining to play along, I took a sip from the cup.
Daisy watched the scene with a strangely tense expression.
“Gulp……”
I swallowed a few mouthfuls and focused on any changes inside me, but nothing major happened. Though… what is this? Suddenly, one thing hit me crystal clear—an impulse, I guess? Not sexual, but this urge to spill my guts about everything deep down… Not quite a dangerous truth serum… More like a charm status from a game, that kind of vibe. I got what she was going for. A super personal aphrodisiac.
I sat there pretending to be entranced, and Daisy fidgeted before nodding to herself like 'That did it.' She scooted her chair closer, leaning in to speak.
“R-Raoul… Um, about that milk pouch thing earlier… C-Could you explain in more detail why you call it that?”
“Uuu… Cecilia and I promised to keep it a secret…”
I teased her a bit, acting like the drug hadn't fully kicked in yet.
“W-What, a s-secret…?”
Daisy's face went pale at the keywords 'Cecilia' and 'secret.' She pressed me harder to spill more.
“I-It’s fine…! Sis’ll keep the secret too… I-I swear I won’t tell a soul, so relax and tell me… R-Really… I don’t even have anyone to tell anyway… U-Um!”
Secrets aren't secrets if you blab them, right? But playing drugged, I gave her a dazed, dreamy look and slowly confessed.
And out of my mouth came words no kid should ever say.
“…A while back, Cecilia asked me to suck on her nipples and let me drink her milk… Then she said my dick makes milk too. She always drank it straight from the tap, but one time she said she could make even tastier milk with her pussy… So we slip the milk pouch on my dick and cum inside it. And then? Cecilia devours it like it’s the yummiest thing. Watching her enjoy my milk like that makes me so ha-happy… Uu. It’s embarrassing……”
I blushed innocently, like I was picturing Cecilia's joyful face.
“…………………………………………….”
Daisy froze solid, speechless. That dumbstruck look said her brain couldn't process what she'd heard. Hell, even I'd be floored. If someone told me that, I'd think, What? Is she hiding some succubus bloodline?
What did Daisy think of Cecilia? Business partner, sure, but relying on her for meals and daily necessities suggested something more maternal. Always that kind, warm smile, looking out for her… To learn that same Cecilia was twisting some poor kid's sex ed and doing things even a whore wouldn't? I wasn't the victim, so who knows what she felt.
“T-That… can’t be… Sh-She said she sells them to married women who know what condoms are… Said they’re hard to get elsewhere and embarrassing, so they come to her, a fellow woman… She definitely said that……”
Sure enough, Cecilia had lied to her about selling them secretly to commoner housewives. Fair enough— if she'd only made ten, Daisy might've eyed her suspiciously. But hundreds at once? No one connects that to personal use logically. Plus, she's a shopkeeper. And I'd already burned through nearly a hundred myself.
Daisy swallowed hard, steadying her rattled nerves. Her face flushed crimson, big eyes blinking rapidly as she quietly parted her lips.
“………Anything else?”
“Huh? What about?”
“H-How do you… milk it out? Tell me more… d-details…?”
Daisy gazed at me with a lewd mix of curiosity and shame that didn't suit her age—like a hormonal teen girl.
That curious, huh? Should I make her nosebleed?
“Oh, that… When she drinks it straight without the pouch, she licks my dick first to make it all shiny with spit. Feels amazing… Then she peels back the skin and sucks on the head—slurps it right up, swirling her tongue around. My milk can't hold back and comes gushing out… And Cecilia gulps it all down with my dick still in her mouth.”
“R-Right… S-She sucks it out with her mouth…”
“Yeah. Not always with her mouth, though. Sometimes she doesn't peel it back, just slips her tongue in and swirls it around the tip till I cum. Or she'll deepthroat rough and swallow. Oh, or jerk it with her hand while resting the head on her tongue—that's mostly mornings.”
“Ah… U-Uwaaa……”
Daisy clapped her hands over her face, grabbing her burning cheeks. She let out a ragged breath, barely calming herself before her lips trembled again.
“C-Con… N-No, with the milk pouch…?”
“With the pouch, she says squeezing it with her pussy makes even tastier milk… She slips it on with her mouth first, then asks me to put it in her pussy. She teases by rubbing it on her folds a bit before sliding it in… Then her inner walls suck and squeeze it—slurp slurp—and I thrust my hips like crazy. The milk comes out thiiiis much……”
I pressed my hands together, mimicking the condom's cum load like an excited kid.
“…T-That much?”
“Yup. Sometimes even more… Anyway, when it's done, she pulls the pouch out of her pussy. Bites off the end with her teeth and slurps it up yummy. Oh, but sometimes she leaves it in or saves it separately.”
“Huaaaaaaaa………………….”
If this were a comic, steam would've billowed from Daisy's head right now. She was completely out of it. Meanwhile, the storyteller blinked brightly, leaving only the listener mortified. If it were just my story, the shame might kill the mood, but selling out Cecilia the whole time made her reactions hilarious.
Not that I lied. I didn't hypnotize her to give me that twisted sex ed— she did it herself.
“……Gulp. M-Milk……”
Daisy rose from her seat, drifting over like she was entranced. She stopped beside my chair, staring down at me. Fist to her mouth, her eyes locked on my crotch with a predatory gleam.
She fidgeted like she had something to say but couldn't spit it out—face beet red, of course. Yeah, no one's saying that stone-cold sober. Let me help. Better than dildos every day, right? Humans are best.
I blurted it out to her.
“…Wanna drink my milk too, sis?”
I peeked at her reaction, putting on a shy boy's face.
“W-Wha—What did you say…?”
My lewd offer straight from my innocent mouth made her thighs clench and rub together as she shuddered.
“Uu… I’m embarrassed giving it to anyone else, but Cecilia said it’s yummy… I-I thought maybe that’s why you kept asking…”
I twiddled my index fingers bashfully, peeking up at her with puppy eyes.
“…Don’t you want to?”
“No, I do!!”
She blurted her true feelings before turning beet red, coughing awkwardly, and rephrasing casually.
“Y-Yeah… I-I wanna try Raoul’s milk too… C-Can I?”
I'd figured she'd jump at it—no hiding that creepy vibe from the start. Years alone without hypnosis had built up dark desires she couldn't contain. Even I… Nah, never mind.
“Straight from sucking it? Or squeeze it out with your pussy?”
I dropped the depraved line with pure-faced innocence, like a waiter describing the menu.
Daisy’s lips twitched up with a “Uu, huaa…”—joy, shame, and more twisting her face lewdly.
“Th-Then… f-first, with my mouth……”
“Ah, got it. How should we… Might be awkward here… C-Can we use that sofa from earlier?”
“Uh, y-yeah… Let’s do that……”
I stood and headed to the single-seater sofa. Trailing behind, Daisy muttered to herself.
“Aphrodisiac… I’ve got some, should be fine… Yeah. Was gonna sell it, but… wonder if she’ll wait a few days…”
Looks like she planned to dose me with stamina pills later. Not that I need 'em… I stopped, Daisy standing demurely beside me, and started undressing. Soon, my pants slid down.