Succubus Mona's Fleshly Remodeling and Training (Lactation, Anal Development) (3)
“Eek… eeeheeeek♥…!! It’s coming… keep coming outttt…♥♥”
“There, there, Emilia’s milk, milk’s coming out~ squiiiirt, squirt, squirt, squiiiirt~.”
“Ahiii… nnghoooo♥♥♥ Milk, milk’s coming outtt…♥♥ Ahuuu, from my, my slutty udders… milk’s spurtinnng♥♥”
Perhaps due to the relentless milking, Emilia stuffs Mona's vulgar words into her noble mouth, wailing and rejoicing in the basest way. Excitement surges. Desire swells ever greater. Once more, climax from lactation pierces her brain with a tingling ziiiing~, numbing it through.
Mona watches Emilia’s reactions with delight, squeezing her heavy breasts even harder with a kuuush. Along with that, the milk erupts even more fiercely in psshuuut bursts, pouring into the transparent glass bottle held before them.
——And so, four bottles filled to the brim with milk. On the tray stand four glass bottles brimming with milk. Each one isn’t a small cup but a large-capacity vessel. To fill four of them? No ordinary human could produce that much milk.
An abnormal volume of milk. And yet, even after extracting so much, Mona seems unsatisfied, continuing to squeeze out more. Milk still flows endlessly from Emilia’s udders. Thanks to Mona’s spell, Emilia’s body has been altered into one that generates milk through mana, her udders ceaselessly producing healthy, nutrient-rich milk.
Not only is the milk created from mana, but it also contains Emilia’s own high-quality mana. Yet the milk from Emilia, who possesses an immense amount as a hero, shows no sign of depletion anytime soon….
“Ah, aaaah♥♥ It’s being milked outtt…♥ Heeek, ah, I’m… turning into a cooowww…♥♥!”
“That’s right, that’s right. Right now, Lia’s just like a cow. With these~ utterly slutty, adorable udders, and cow milk squirting out squiiiirt squirt squirt~.”
“Cow, cooow~” Mona hums a melody, continuing to milk with relentless squiiiirt squiiiirt. Milking, milking, milking….
——Already, the number of milk-filled bottles has reached eight. Large-capacity glass bottles, each filled purely with milk—eight of them now. And still, Mona’s milking doesn’t cease.
To be precise, it’s no longer Mona’s hands doing the milking. Emilia’s breasts are being kneaded by shadowy hands floating in the air. Just like the shadow golems Mona commands. Made of her mana, they move freely as she wills, and with those hands, Mona continues massaging Emilia’s breasts, extracting milk.
The sensation of these ‘third hands’ links directly to Mona, letting her feel their touch as vividly as if her own hands were doing it. Even after all that kneading and caressing, it’s as if she still craves more—a declaration of her insatiable desire to fondle those breasts further.
“Nnghuuuu… nnghooooook…♥”
“Ahiii♥ heek♥ eeeeek♥ uu…♥♥”
Each time the milk is squeezed out, Emilia still feels pleasure intense enough to melt her brain. The ecstasy of milking hasn’t diminished since it began—in fact, it seems to grow more sensitive with time. Perhaps her breasts are undergoing even further transformation. Optimized more for milking. Imbued with even lewder properties to make those udders go mad.
And while those floating hands milk Emilia with relentless squiiiirt squiiiirt, Mona continues humming cheerfully, inspecting Emilia’s ass. That alluring curve, heavy and peachy, utterly mouthwatering. She strokes Emilia’s plump cheeks, gives them light smacks, teasing her.
Slap! A loud crack echoes as Emilia’s ass jiggles elastically. So lovable, so delicious-looking—Mona licks her lips and spanks it again and again.
“Uwaaaan♥ huuu♥ Stop, stooop…♥ I, I hate ass spankinggg…♥♥”
Mona’s spanks don’t hurt. But the humiliation of an adult woman getting her ass smacked by another? Overwhelmed by crushing shame, Emilia shakes her head furiously in refusal. Yet from the stimulation of her milked breasts, her tongue lolls out as she drools sweet moans.
By the time Emilia’s ass has ripened red from the repeated spanks, Mona deems it ready and pauses. But this doesn’t mean the torment ends—no, the true remodeling training for Emilia’s ass is only just beginning.
“Ufufu, ufufufufu…♪”
Mona picks up a large vial and a short needle about palm-length from the tray. She coats the tip thickly with medicine, then thrusts it straight into Emilia’s ass.
“Uh, nng…!”
A slight sting of pain—so faint amid the milking pleasure that it might as well not exist. But soon after, from the needle’s entry point, a scorching heat and strange swelling sensation spreads.
Similar, perhaps, to what she felt in her breasts earlier… a special feeling. Emilia panics, but Mona gleefully withdraws the needle, recoats it, and stabs it back in. She repeats the process. Varying angles and spots, poking poke poke poke poke all over Emilia’s ass.
No real pain, no wounds, no blood. Yet each prick envelops her ass in a bizarre sensation like it’s swelling up. Her cheeks aren’t actually growing, but something is unmistakably changing deep inside that lovely, alluring ass——
“Good, good~♪ Now for this medicine too~.”
This time, Mona holds a bowl of strange cream. She slathers the creamy white contents thickly over Emilia’s lewdly exposed ass.
Uh… ugh… hngk… nnguuu… aaa…!
Separate from the milking bliss, the mere act of cream being applied to her ass draws pathetic moans from Emilia once more. Likely the effect of those earlier needle pricks—the medicine on them. Her ass feels puffy, and even simple contact sends jolts racing unnaturally through her body.
Having her pale ass exposed was embarrassing enough, but now it’s changing like this. And Mona slathering unknown cream on it? Emilia can’t endure it.
“Ugh, no… nooo… stop… please… this is so weird….”
She shakes her head, begging over and over. Stop, please stop. But Mona shakes her head right back, refusing just as firmly.
“It’s fine, Lia~ You’ll feel all better in lots of ways soon~.”
“This’ll be done soon too~♪”
Ignoring Emilia’s pleas—or perhaps oblivious—Mona looks utterly delighted. She layers the cream thickly over Emilia’s ass, then smears the leftovers on her thighs. Front and back. Even deep in her crotch, very thoroughly.
And as time passes, the creamed areas grow hotter… and stranger sensations keep building. Like a teacher explaining, Mona says it’s cream that installs special pleasure nerves. Emilia doesn’t grasp what that means or what’ll result—but she trembles, sensing faint dread at the changes coming to her body.
“It’s okay, Lia.”
“Master and I just want our Lia to be happy.”
Mona says this, gripping Emilia’s chin—still being milked—and kissing her lips. The succubus’s potent yin energy melts away Emilia’s fear in an instant, twisting her expression into that of a panting bitch in heat.
“Mmm~ Well then, time for the grand finale~.”
Waiting for the medicine to soak in, Mona licks Emilia’s navel teasingly. She checks a small clock nearby and mutters.
Ah… ah… haa… nng… huu… uu…
In her view, Emilia writhes, her breasts still milked squiiiirt squiiiirt. The milk bottles have long surpassed ten. Crafted by alchemist Count Melrn, these bottles hold magic to preserve contents forever fresh, unspoiled.
Thus, this milk retains its just-squeezed freshness eternally—flavor, aroma, and Emilia’s heroic mana intact. What to do with these brimming bottles? How to drink them? Mona rubs her hands gleefully, lost in happy deliberation, then returns behind Emilia, still bound by tentacles.
The white cream from before has fully soaked into Emilia’s plump ass, drying into white flakes. Mona’s hand cracks down hard on that sticky, clumped ass.
Slap! A sharp smack. The lewd, pleasing sound rings out.
And Emilia’s body ziiiing~~~ jolts wildly.
“Uh, uooo♥ Uuuuwaaaaaan♥♥♥!!!!”
“Ahaha, so cute.”
“Kuhk, uuuk♥…!”
Just a spanking makes Emilia convulse like she’s having a fit. She’s climaxed—spuuurt spuuuurt as massive love juices gush from her crotch, dripping down.
Compared to before the cream, the reaction is astounding. Over-the-top. Well, right after absorption is peak sensitivity, so Emilia’s overreactions are inevitable.
“Hmm~ hehehm~.”
Savoring this rare sight, Mona spanks Emilia’s ass several more times.
Aahn! Aaaaahn!
With crisp smacks on that luscious ass, Emilia thrashes wildly, twisting her waist and bucking her body as if losing her mind….