Chapter 219 – Among Them, A Flower Exists (5)

“Are you okay?”

Holding her shoulder, Saku whispered in Sansuyu’s ear, and she nodded softly.

“…Yes.”

-Creak.

Entering the dark room, Saku closed the door behind them.

-Thud.

In the silent, deserted room, Sansuyu exhaled and raised her top.

Steam seemed to rise above her soaked bra.

3 days.

It was a short time, but Saku had stayed close to Sansuyu’s side, observing her progress. They were together so often that even Saku, who they met during mealtimes, asked, “Are you two lovers?”

A drop of breast milk dripped from the nipple of Sansuyu, who stood there motionless.

“…As expected.”

Saku had confirmed a few things.

After regaining some of her health, Sansuyu’s body had slowly begun producing breast milk.

When the healing power is used, her chest swells as if it might burst. The more she regains her health, the greater the quantity of fluid within her.

‘But why does it have to be this power?’

It wasn’t like this when I used it on others.

This is an unusual transformation experienced only by Sansuyu. Though it’s merely my hypothesis, perhaps the Cornus family’s experiments caused Sansuyu’s body to undergo this change, resulting in her current state. Having been initially weak and unable to produce such a reaction, her altered body now responds as I provide treatment.

‘I can’t just stop the treatment either.’

Since the power is supplied every morning, the excess fluid must be periodically removed every two days.

“…Sieon. Hurry.”

As she gently sways her body, her chest tilts from side to side. Sansuyu’s brow furrows, conveying her distress. I move behind Sansuyu and grasp her chest as if giving her a back hug.

A sweet scent wafts from the nape of Sansuyu’s neck.

I desperately stifle my libido.

I gather Sansuyu’s chest from bottom to top as if squeezing it.
Like milking a cow.
A pained moan escapes her lips as I clench her breast, too large to fit in one hand.

With a bit more force, white breast milk bursts out.

“…Ah…”

A moan that sounds strangely arousing because of the situation, even though it’s mixed with pain.

I continue to squeeze her chest up and down without stopping.
After doing it a few times, I quickly become proficient, and Sansuyu shivers, leaning her back against me.
With one hand, she covers her nipple to prevent the breast milk from splattering in an inappropriate place.

‘Do I need a milking machine?’

The thing that looks like a suction cup. It would be comfortable if you applied pressure to the chest with it.
Sansuyu shakes her body wildly.
Her hip bone rubs against my lower abdomen, making my head go blank for a moment.

“Sieon… your face.”
“Why?”
“Does it hurt, Sieon…?”

Her vulnerable nape. The soft hair infused with fragrance. Wet eyes gazing upward.

Sansuyu, who never entertained any lewd thoughts, remained stoic at this moment, as if she were receiving treatment in a hospital.
Perhaps that is why the urgency to relieve her sexual desire intensified.

“…Haa.”

A breath escapes her lips. Unconsciously, my head lowers.
The closer I bring my face, the more the floral scent envelops me. Intertwined with the aroma of milk, it is reminiscent of milk tea brewed with well-steeped tea.

– Gulp.

My legs give in, and Sansuyu’s buttocks press against my lower body.
A supple form despite having undergone rigorous training.

The competition begins tomorrow.
If it’s a long match… it could lead to disastrous consequences.
Even to prepare for just one possibility, aligning with Sansuyu is inevitable.

‘Can I find the Flower while taking care of her…?’

Byul had said it was practically impossible to find and told me to enjoy myself wholeheartedly.

There is still ample time, so I decide to wait patiently.

“Sieon… the other side too.”
“Alright.”

Sansuyu’s breasts bore the imprint of a hand, perhaps because they had been squeezed so forcefully. Suppressing my lust, I moved my hand to the other side.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Any movement from Flower?”
“…Nothing has been confirmed yet.”

In the conference room, members of the Church and administrators gathered.

In this solemn setting, they exchanged glances and engaged in conversation.

“Hmph, this is the stage for the Forest Keeper Selection, prepared by the exalted World Tree itself. Even if it’s Flower, do you think they can breach this sanctuary?”

The archbishop, with narrowed eyes, scoffed at the concerns raised by several administrators.

Would Flower truly make a move during this selection event? Their existence represents doubt about the necessity of the World Tree. It wasn’t impossible.

A gathering of S-class hunters, including the Church members, took place.

Contrary to the Archbishop’s words, IsContrary to the Archbishop’s words, Isabella raised her voice.

“It is our duty to guard the sanctuary. This is the Cradle of Seedlings.”

Cradle of Seedlings.

A term used to describe the stage where the Forest Keeper selection competition takes place. This location boasts the finest soil quality in the world. The concentration of magical power is also potent, making it an ideal place for World Trees to grow.

As a result, there were many naturally occurring dungeons. Typically, the dungeons that appear in these places are utilized as stages for Forest Keeper selections or for the growth of national trees.

In the current 21st century, dungeons are treated as resources. This is because the opportunities dungeons provide are of great assistance to talented individuals.

“…It has been observed that Flowers have the means to utilize dungeons. We cannot rule out the possibility of the Cradle being attacked.”
“You’re worrying for no reason, Isabella.”
“….”

At the Archbishop’s words, Isabella closed her mouth.

In a world where upheaval could occur at any moment, do they not understand how dangerous such conservative thinking can be?

“Sister Isabella is right. Who can say for certain if there is a guiding hand in Flower among the cadets of the Forest Keeper Selection Match?”
“Are you belittling the children of the World Tree?”
“Archbishop, surely you know that is not what I mean.”
“Hmm.”

The archbishop, stroking his beard, was lost in deep contemplation. If any word of this reached the vicar or the pope, it could lead to trouble.

After considerable thought, he turned to the priest beside him.

“What do you think, priest?”

The archbishop’s closest aide, Priest Aaron. A man with an extraordinary countenance, he spoke as if in response to the bishop’s words.

“One must be prepared. Have we not gathered to be ready for an unforeseen situation?”
“Mmm, indeed.”

“Enough priests, knights, and hunters have gathered. We even have a Star Yolk operating within the Cradle itself, so there should be no issue if they arrive.”

“That’s true.”

Aaron relayed the information to those around him.

“No matter how much they prepare, it will be futile.”

Although he holds the title of a battle priest, he is in fact the Archbishop’s bodyguard and right-hand man, wielding significant influence and power. They needed to prepare for the Flower’s assault. Isabella nodded her head in agreement, albeit with an uneasy feeling.

*Thump, thump.*

The sound of knocking on a desk echoed from the other side.

“Enough with these trivial matters. What exactly are we discussing here? Any specifics?”

A unique blend of brown and green hair. A small frame. Champi, who had assumed a haughty posture, propped his chin on his hand and questioned them.

“…Such disrespect to the Archbishop!”

“It’s fine.”

As a bishop raised his voice, the Archbishop calmed him down.

Mentor of cadets and national trees in the Forest Keeper Trials, an S-class Hunter assigned to the role. An individual whose power surpasses the average criminal, capable of handling an entire dungeon alone. At times, even able to fulfill the role of an asymmetric force.

In the context of the World Tree Order, they are figures comparable to a Knight Commander. It was wise to avoid unnecessary disputes.

“You. How about softening your words and actions a bit?”

At Eletta’s words, Champi stuck out her tongue.

“But I agree. We must prepare for every possible situation to the best of our ability. If we don’t have a concrete plan, there’s no point in discussing it now.”

Eletta spoke with her eyes closed.

“We shouldn’t just consider the possibility of an attack. After all, people’s lives are at stake.”
“So, what do you suggest we do? Conduct a survey or something?”

Champi spoke, as if mocking the idea.

Given her sarcasm, it was nearly impossible to determine who the Flower was among those currently participating in the Forest Keeper Trials.

If it concerns merely the tip of a Flower, one could distinguish it by its unique magical traits.

However, utilizing the tip of a Flower on such an immense stage is implausible. The only way to mitigate risk is through the manipulation of unidentified artifacts.

It was the World Tree faction, not the Flower, that had more to lose.

“Perhaps we should seek assistance from the National Trees. Marronnier, Prajna, and others… those who can read images, make predictions, and possess unique abilities.”
“Hmm.”

Due to the Heavenly Demon and King Mokryeong, the current number of S-class Hunters is exceedingly scarce. The growing National Trees are being considered as S-class candidates, yet they still fall short. In other words, it can be said that all the mediocre S-classes have been dealt with, leaving only the cream of the crop. However, on the day the black moon appeared, the World Tree’s error proved to be a bitter pill to swallow.

“Reading images… perhaps it could be suitable for weeding out the culprits among the Flowers.”

The exclusive abilities of the National Trees can indeed be helpful.

The question at hand was how much preparation Flower had undertaken. As the broadcast was transmitted across the globe, Flower’s rampage in this place would be tantamount to challenging the authority of the World Tree.

The ‘Cradle’ was the most secure location. The moment word spread about this place being breached…

Flower’s momentum would intensify, and in the worst-case scenario, even the Hunter Association might turn its back on them.

“Does the Sage have anything else to say?” the Archbishop asked Sephirot, after hesitating for a while with a troubled expression on his face.

Sage Sephirot was, without a doubt, the most influential person in attendance.

Her avatar remained silent for a moment, then shook its head and spoke, “There appears to be no movement yet… As of now, there’s nothing we can discern.”

Given the Sage’s statement, it was safe to assume that there was no way to determine Flower’s current location. However, if Sephirot were truly wise, she might already possess some information but deem it not yet appropriate to disclose.

“Instead, capitalize on the lull in the front lines.”

If Flower is focusing on one area, it’s only right to inflict damage elsewhere when their forces are occupied. This has been the only option so far.

* * * * * * * * *

The next morning.

Lately, spending time with Sansuyu has become part of my daily routine. After staying awake for two nights in a row, I finally managed to fall asleep, and when I awoke, Sansuyu was right there in front of me.

“Awake?”

She asked, lying on the bed and speaking right under my nose.

I rubbed my eyes and got up, asking, “How do you feel? Still aching?”

“Thanks to Sieon’s touch, I feel much better now.”

I see. So now my name seems like Lee Sieon.

Gently pinching Sansuyu’s cheek as she puffed out her chest to show she was okay, I stood up.

The clothes I put on after washing were a black combat uniform, designed not to tear unless subjected to significant force. Small holes would automatically repair themselves, and the garment offered magical heat resistance and temperature control functionality.

In a sense, this outfit was an artifact in its own right.

“Let me know immediately if it hurts,” I said.

“Okay.”

As I focused on channeling my abilities every day without resorting to drugs, my expression appeared more lively. I quickly took out my phone to check the schedule.

For this Forest Keeper Selection event, the first stage was…

– Forest Survival.

A survival game set within a dungeon. A time-honored contest known as the staple event in the Forest Keeper Selection process, it was designed to eliminate half of the participants.