Milk Flirting

"What a delicious body."

The scent of Belsha in my arms tickled my nose. The fragrance of a female.

I buried my nose in the nape of her neck and finished preparing for full-on sex.

Plop.

"Nghooook!"

Pulling Belsha's body close, I slowly moved my hips. With each thrust into her pussy, the sound of my cock scraping against her vaginal walls could be heard.

Squelch squelch.

"Your moans are so lewd it's hard to believe you were a virgin until yesterday."

Thrust!

I immediately snapped my hips powerfully. My cock moved with such force it seemed ready to pierce through her cervix. With each continued piston motion, Belsha's moans grew louder.

Her body trembled violently in rhythm with the relentless pounding of her cervix. Her insides clenched around me desperately, as if craving my cock. It didn't seem like it was just the moans making her seem that way.

With every snap of my hips, Belsha's face turned red in real time until it looked ready to burst.

"Heeek! Haaahk! Hahk!"

Before long, an incredibly sweet scream spilled from Belsha's lips. Before I knew it, she had begun tightly wrapping both arms around my body.

"It feels so gooood... So goooood! Haaaang!"

With a convulsive movement, Belsha's eyes rolled back. Simultaneously, I felt warm liquid on my thighs. She must have lost control.

"Did it feel that good?"

Belsha already seemed to have fainted before I could hear an answer. It would probably be too much to continue in this state.

"I should clean up a bit."

I immediately grabbed a cloth from the corner and wiped Belsha's pussy. A mixture of semen and her fluids trickled out in streams.

"What a spectacular sight."

Splaaash.

With just the slightest touch, another stream of yellow liquid gushed out.

'I didn't even touch her that hard.'

Belsha's body must have become extremely sensitive to stimulation. There was a certain appeal to this too.

A body that promised interesting times ahead.

***

"Haaaam, I'm sleepy."

"You just woke up from sleeping, what do you mean you're sleepy?"

Aria responded sharply to Beatrice's whining. For some reason, the atmosphere between the two was anything but normal—razor-sharp with tension.

"How enviable that you're not sleepy. They say the elderly don't sleep much, but I'm so sleepy I can't even speak."

"...What did you say?"

Aria's frown was so pronounced it could be clearly seen from the outside. She was clearly angry. Beatrice had definitely managed to get under her skin.

In the midst of their power struggle, Belsha stood frozen, unable to say a word. I couldn't just stand by and watch this.

'This won't do. I need to assert my authority.'

Slap!

I immediately smacked each of their buttocks once and spoke.

"Hwaaang!"

"Heeek!"

"Both of you, stop fighting. What difference does it make anyway?"

Beatrice approached me with an indignant expression at my words.

"What difference, you ask? A whole six years! That's enough time for eras to change and landscapes to transform..."

"Exactly. To get so worked up over such a trivial difference just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shows how narrow-minded you are for someone still so young. You'd be better off going to suck on your mother's teat some more."

"Ooh, that's quite sharp."

That was pretty harsh. Was it the weight of years speaking?

Beatrice's face turned red and blue in turns as she struggled to continue speaking. Seeing how her body trembled faintly, she seemed absolutely furious.

There was no helping it. I needed to diffuse her anger. If their relationship reached a breaking point, the one who'd ultimately suffer the loss would be me.

Even just to enjoy a threesome with these two, I absolutely couldn't let their relationship deteriorate further.

Squish.

I immediately grabbed Beatrice's breasts.

"Haaang! If you squeeze so suddenly and hard...!"

The soft mounds immediately molded to the shape of my hands upon contact. An incredibly pliant and warm sensation. The kind of feeling that made me want to knead them all day long.

'Her nipples are stiff too. If I squeezed them tight like this, milk might actually come out.'

Was it because we'd just been talking about mother's milk earlier?

Suddenly I imagined milk flowing from Beatrice's breasts. I wondered what it would taste like.

"Will milk come out?"

"Huh? What nonsense is that? Why would I produce milk...?"

"Calling your master's words nonsense, are we?"

I immediately pinched Beatrice's nipple hard.

"Hgueeeak!"

When I twisted the already erect nipple, Beatrice's body jerked as if electrocuted. Her face flushed crimson and her eyelids fluttered.

"...That's unfair."

"That's exactly why brats like you are no good."

At my actions, Aria immediately pressed herself against my side. Before I knew it, she'd placed my hand on her own chest. I could feel her ample, soft breasts.

"How about appreciating my breasts instead of that brat's? I'm willing to bear your child, and I wouldn't mind producing milk as you desire either."

"...Ooh."

Was this how confessions worked in this world?

This seemed exactly like a reverse-world version of "I'll Bear Your Child."

Asking me to make milk flow from her breasts.

'Can't help but grant her wish.'

I immediately began kneading Aria's breasts. As both my hands migrated to her, Beatrice glared at me with some resentment.

"Like a real milk cow. Would be perfect if milk actually came out."

Of course, nothing would come out yet. But making it happen would come soon enough.

***

Before we knew it, the carriage arrived before golden fields stretching into the distance. The territory marking the beginning of the Stein Empire.

"It's been a while since I've seen this sight."

A deep melancholy showed in Aria's eyes. It was a peculiar gaze.

"What's wrong? Good memories?"

"Not so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠much memories... I believe it's because I recall our efforts to create similar rice fields in Rubalu once. Sadly, near the salt-heavy coast, failure was inevitable."

Though she became lewd when penetrated by my seed, Aria had still been the queen of a kingdom.

She was different from me, after all.

"Shall we head to conquer the Thieves' Guild first then?"

For a first destination, it was quite ambitious, but I had the firm goal of meeting Bel and putting her in her place.

'If it's not Beatrice, the most likely suspect is Bel.'

My relationship with Camilla wasn't particularly bad. Though our parting hadn't been pleasant, we weren't on terms where she'd spread such malicious rumors.

Eloi...

'That woman's too unpredictable to figure out.'

Given how deeply she distrusted humans, it was impossible to guess what she might have done.

'She doesn't seem like the type to go out of her way to spread troublesome rumors about me.'

In the end, the most likely culprit was the Thieves' Guild. I glanced subtly at Belsha.

"The Thieves' Guild—"

"Wait a moment."

Aria stepped forward to stop me.

"Before visiting the Thieves' Guild, we must first stop by the Imperial Palace to pay our respects. We need to announce our arrival before participating in the Holy Night Festival."

"Is that so?"

Come to think of it, I'd gone through similar formalities after being appointed as the Hero. Most of the imperial family were pretentious bastards obsessed with pointless ceremonies. That's why there were always so many tedious obligations.

"Can't be helped. I understand how you feel, but in the Empire, we must follow imperial protocol. We'll make it quick, then raid that Thieves' Guild afterward."

I sighed deeply. The thought of going to the Imperial Palace again was unbearably dull. Of course, regardless of my mood, the carriage was already heading toward the palace.

"Once we arrive, you and I will need to act as a married ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠couple."

"Just acting, is it?"

When I casually gripped her shoulder, a smile formed at the corner of Aria's lips. But she quickly regained her composure and said to me,

"I'd appreciate it if you could restrain yourself inside the palace. And the next problem is that woman over there."

"That woman, you say?"

Beatrice's brow furrowed.

"Yes. First, change into proper clothes. In your current state, you look ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more like a street whore than a handmaiden."

"...Hah."

She wasn't wrong. Given the state of the outfit I'd put Beatrice in, no one would bat an eye if she were mistaken for a prostitute.

A flimsy cloth barely covering her nipples, a skirt that left her pelvis and lower abdomen completely exposed—

Even actual whores wouldn't wear something like that. The slightest movement would reveal her panties.

"Such a shame."

"It can't be helped. If you don't want to fail from the start, make her change into proper clothes immediately."

There was no choice. Beatrice promptly dressed herself.

Seeing her fully covered now felt oddly unnatural. I'd grown too accustomed to the sight of her bare skin.

"But... is it really alright for me to go inside? What if someone recognizes me—"

"Tch. A sex slave overestimating her own worth, I see."

"Excuse me? For your information, I was the youngest Saintess in the Church!"

"And yet, you're still just a rookie Saintess. Who'd recognize you?"

"Eeeek!!"

"Enough! Quiet!"

I immediately grabbed both their breasts to end the situation. Otherwise, this would've gone on forever.

"Save your fight for later. I'll judge you both properly then."

The method would likely involve seeing which cunt squeezes tighter.

Separately, there was still the issue of Belsha.

"Even if we pass Beatrice off as a handmaiden, what do we do about Belsha?"

"...Hmm."

After a long silence, Belsha finally spoke up.

"Couldn't I just conceal my presence?"

"You think you can hide from the Imperial Palace guards?"

"Easily."