Chapter 306 – Canine, Feline (1)

With each beat, her throat tightened as if she were on the verge of retching.

“Brvuh….”

The sticky saliva of Marronnier trails from the corner of her mouth to her chin.
Her diminutive hands are tightly fastened around mine. She refuses to relinquish me.

If I were to extract my hand, she’d place her hand on my thigh to prevent escape, pulling my cock closer.
We have become one, though in a different sense.

– Pluck.

At long last, Marronnier detached her lips from my glans.
The unreleased semen sprayed haphazardly across her countenance.

“…Hahh, Hahh.”

The semen, smeared on her right cheek, trickled down her plush white skin.
Beneath her bashful blush, the tears of the French maiden mixed with the semen. The liquid eventually dripped onto her body.

A droplet on her collarbone. A droplet on the white hem of her dress. And a droplet on her thigh.
The semen, trickling down her thigh, snuck into the crevice where the mound of her pubis and her supple thigh met.

For a time, Marronnier remained absorbed in the afterglow of the semen, then swallowed the semen that had been in her mouth.

– Gulp.

She made no grimace at the sticky swallow.

“Blanche, was it good…?”

Her voice, timidly murmuring, sweetly stirred my ears.
Unconsciously, I swallowed my saliva.

However, the indiscretion committed by Marronnier was far more severe.
The moment I stole a glance at Marronnier’s face, soaked in semen, her hand ensnared mine.
Thump-
I was led by Marronnier’s frail and slender strength.
My hand found its way atop her head.

“…….”

Marronnier, with my hand atop her head, swayed it like a feline.
She relishes my touch.

It’s as though she truly craves affection from me.
Unlike me, who merely seeks sexual gratification, what Marronnier desires is entirely different.

‘She is like a cat.’

There’s no jest here; it is the truth.
Each time, I feel this… the desire to care for her.

I removed the hand that had been stroking her. Marronnier’s head rose, her eyes cast down in what seemed like disappointment.

‘Even here, if I do this.’

I proffer the back of my hand.

– Wide smile.

Marronnier, a joyous expression on her face, rubbed her cheek against my hand.
In doing so, my palm was smeared with my semen, which she then licked clean with her own tongue.

The ticklish sensation caused me to abruptly stifle my words.

It must end here. Such was my decided judgment.

“Blanche.”
“…Hmm?”
“Let’s regain our composure.”
“I don’t want to.”

Marronnier used her hand to steady herself on the chair between my thighs.
She then proceeded to rise, peeking her head out from the crevice in the desk.
As her face drew near, close enough for the scent of sweat to permeate, Marronnier gently swayed my penis with her hand.

“…Hold me.”

Bit by bit, she bridged the distance, until Marronnier was straddling me.
She nestled my phallus between her buttocks and wrapped me in an intimate embrace.

A very long time ago, this was one of the positions we assumed during our first trial.

“Is this emotion a fabrication… is it false?”

Marronnier murmured as though to arouse my recollection.
She clung to me, voicing her contentment.

-Thump, thump.

“…Listen.”

Her voice, round and soft as the night, called out to me. Part of it was sharp, the rest tender, a feline whose temperament seemed prickly to others but to me, was endlessly delightful.

“Why?”
“…What are your thoughts if I remain as I am now?”
“What do you mean?”
“If I were to say it’s fine to continue living brainwashed?”
“….”

Even though it’s her choice, it’s likely difficult to accept.

Marronnier, who was holding my waist, had her malleable thighs pressing against my hand.
They were soft, warm, and plush, enough to make me feel like I was losing my senses.

“No. It’s nothing. I shouldn’t have spoken out of turn, I apologize.”

Marronnier managed to halt her voice, attempting to offer a smile.
Knowing her emotions as I did, I could only console her in the present manner.

I extended my hand.
Bypassing her resistance, I delved directly into her panties, slipping my fingers into her vagina beneath her stockings.

The place that was deeply soaked was still clenched tightly.

“…Kitty … hah, hah….”

Blanche, who nestled her head against me and licked my collarbone, let out a desperate cry.
Doing so amidst the throes of arousal and fervent breaths.

She still appeared to be in a state of conflict.

* * * * * * * *

Squeezing the milk from Cornus’s breasts ultimately took place in the bathroom.

The bathroom was chosen due to the inconvenience posed by Cornus’s ample breasts and the inability to do it in a room where Marronnier could potentially enter.

I locked the door from the inside and fondled Cornus’s breasts.

“…Hah… Ah….”

After the cat, came a puppy.

Even though I felt blessed, considering the effort it required, I felt sorry for myself.
Still, since Blanche had satisfied my carnal desires, it was bearable.

-Squirt!

White breast milk spurted vigorously from her inflamed nipples.

Milk sprayed across the tiled wall and bathtub, leaving white trails throughout the room. As if retreating from her ecstasy, Sansuyu distanced herself farther and farther.

“…Wait, just a moment… Sieon. It’s too intense. It hurts.”

“Do you go to the hospital because it hurts, or do you go to feel good? Come here.”

I held Sansuyu, guiding my hand down from her chest, gathering a handful of her breast milk and drawing it downwards. Naturally, I did not forget to stimulate her nipple to elicit the flow of milk.

“…Ah, ah ah! …Huh.”

Somehow, she found herself lying prone in the bathtub. The large breasts of Sansuyu, sprawled on all fours, quivered resiliently over the tub.

Such an abundance of milk that a small river was forming under the tub.

“If we save it for about three days, we could bathe in it, couldn’t we?”

“Do you… want to?”

“…Maybe a little?”

“Sieon, you pervert.”

Recently, Sansuyu, who enjoys teasing, would seize every opportunity to chastise me for being a pervert or for gaslighting. I know it’s a jest, but hearing it can be disheartening, even if it doesn’t make me angry.

How hard do I work for you?
Do you even know how much emotional turmoil I endure?

‘The smell of breast milk is intoxicating. How can this scent emanate from a human body?’

It’s sweet, yet slightly savory when tasted, reminiscent of old-fashioned vending machine milk. Would it be the same if you took a spoonful of powdered milk, melted it with saliva, and inhaled the aroma?

“Now, the other side.”

Since Sansuyu couldn’t move, I shifted to the other side and milked her chest. The sensation of her soft flesh engulfed in my hand was euphoric.

It was so entrancing that I occasionally forgot my purpose.

Her pink nipple bounced vigorously against my fingers.

“Kyah.”

The flirtatiousness leaked out. Sansuyu’s hands, resting on the base of the tub, trembled. Even her fingers on the floor were coated in milk.

Her long, golden hair was submerged in the tub, soaked in breast milk. I sighed and rescued her hair from the dairy filled torment.

The wet hair sank to the floor. The milk leaking from the ends flowed into the drain.

“…It seems to be almost over.”

“It still hurts.”

“Oh, really?”

Sansuyu’s second change.
She learned to lie.

After the innocent girl discovered the benefits of lying, she would lie whenever she could. I pinched her nipple.

“…Kkhe. Ah♡”

The remaining milk crystallized into a single droplet on her nipple.

“There’s none left.”

“…It’s because Sieon was too gentle. Yes.”

“When did you say it was too intense? Will you keep lying?”

“Ah, uh… It hurts… Don’t pull it too hard.”

As I played with her chest nervously and at will, Sansuyu restrained me with a voice that was both excited and somewhat pleased.

I couldn’t help but sigh.

She yearned for a world devoid of sighs.

“I can’t always adjust to you. Start trying on your own.”

As the plug was pulled from the bath, a stream of breast milk was drawn into the void. Cornus, who had been silently observing the milk, shifted her gaze from me.

Cornus, previously sprawled on her stomach, subtly adjusted her position and sat up. Her breasts, still unnaturally enlarged, monopolized my field of vision. I couldn’t bear it and averted my eyes.

“If I do it, it becomes unbearably uncomfortable.”
“Do you plan on calling me even when you’re home?”

She should be well aware that it would pose a significant inconvenience.

However, it seemed Cornus had given it considerable thought. Cautiously, she pointed at me with a finger.

“Sian.”
“Hmm?”
“My chest hurts only when you are near. Perhaps once I go back… it won’t hurt anymore.”

Certainly, my powers weren’t entirely blameless in the matter of Cornus’s lactation. One could say they hit right at the heart of the issue.

However, if I cease the treatment now, I can’t guarantee Cornus’s life. Can I stand by and watch her suffer?

“It will continue to hurt.”
“You don’t know, Sian.”
“Why wouldn’t I? I understand you, Cornus, better than anyone else.”

Cornus blinked, her eyes widened in surprise at my impassioned words. I had sought counsel from the sage, conducted personal research, and heard about Seong Ji-ho.

After the morning routine and the teachings of the sage. During my free time, over half the books I read in Eden were for Cornus’s benefit.

…Even though the only conclusion I could draw was that Cornus didn’t have a future. That made it all the more suffocating.

“If you wish to live longer… No. Sigh…”

Silence ensued.

Cornus, having put on a piece of clothing over the sink, apologized to me in a barely audible voice.

“…I’m sorry.”
“Why would you be? It’s me who should apologize.”

I opened my arms and hugged Cornus, trying to seem alright.

I felt guilty for having lost my temper. I held her in an attempt to soothe her. I had once heard that the scent of another human can be calming. Surprisingly, Cornus managed to regulate her breathing rather quickly.

“Now that I think about it, we haven’t had a proper conversation recently.”
“…Yes.”
“Let’s avoid touching your breasts or feeding me your milk. Let’s try having a more ordinary conversation.”

Of course, before that, the current situation needed to be addressed.

I sent Cornus out and cleaned the breast milk with a shower. When I returned to the room, Cornus had already changed her clothes and was sitting quietly.

My harsh reaction earlier must have been too shocking.

“Cornus.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve been thinking, Marronnier and I are learning magic. What about you?”

I asked, trying to distract her. Cornus, already shocked once, looked as crestfallen as a scolded child.

“A little of this, a little of that. I’ve learned from the sage.”
“Like what?”
“My illness. You know about it, Sian.”

The fact that I am aware of Sansuyu’s affliction.
It was a surprise that she had come to know of it.
Given how conspicuously I had behaved, it would have been surprising if she hadn’t.

This was, nevertheless, within my anticipation.
I didn’t believe that the astute individual who summoned us lacked a reason.
Sansuyu is a person who might alter history.
It isn’t odd that the Sage and Sephirot would take interest.

‘Marronnier possesses the talent of a sorcerer.’

She has become a direct disciple of the Sage.
Though I haven’t heard the details, it seemed that Marronnier intended to learn magic more earnestly under the Sage, much like I became Heaven’s disciple.

Is the Sage planning to utilize Marronnier?
I have pondered this, but it isn’t a conclusion one should hastily arrive at.

‘I am King Mokryeong.’

Magic is merely an intermediary process.
Sansuyu, too, is a being capable of fulfilling Sephirot’s knowledge.

“Did you do anything else?”
“…I was told that there are dangerous individuals before the Forest Keeper selection.”

Sansuyu took a pause before speaking candidly.
The instructions given by the Sage to Sansuyu.
She had received them entirely.

“And then?”
“…I am to assist Si-eon.”

I momentarily doubted my ears at her statement.
Sansuyu is to aid me. No, she must aid me. That’s what the Sage had conveyed to Sansuyu.

It is true that Sansuyu’s capabilities have been rapidly improving of late.
Yet, Sansuyu is undeniably an invalid. Even if an attack were to happen, I would prefer Sansuyu not to meddle in my actions.

“So that’s what was said.”
“And… I read our family book. There is more information here.”
“Well done. Since we are here in Eden, we might as well make the most of it.”
“Make the most of it? I don’t indulge in that.”
“…What are you talking about?”
“At Tree Inside… the ones who saw my picture.”
“Just ignore them. And that’s not what I meant.”
“Oh.”

Anyway, why did the Sage instruct Sansuyu to aid me?
Maybe Sansuyu’s experiment is involved somehow.

‘The Flower’s attack is the key to the success of the experiment……. No.’

The Sage had unequivocally stated that he couldn’t cure Sansuyu’s affliction.
So, it’s one of two scenarios.

Either the Flower’s attack is so challenging and urgent that it requires borrowing Sansuyu’s aid.
Or, to ensure the success of the experiment, Sansuyu is deployed into battle as a gamble.

Thinking this way seemed logical.

“Ah right, do you have any questions for me? What I did in Eden. What I learned from the Sage.”

I steered away from the heavy topic of discussion.
Continuing on about her affliction would be uncomfortable for Sansuyu as well.

In response, Sansuyu, as if she had been expecting that question, immediately looked at me.

“Why does Si-eon continuously assist me? You don’t have to.”

Perhaps it’s a question she has been holding onto for quite some time.

“If it’s troublesome… If you don’t want to do it, then don’t.”

“Because we’re friends.” That’s one way to phrase it, but this time, I conveyed my emotions in a notably distinct manner.

“Because I like you.”

The inclination of affection is unequivocally different. Although it’s a separate trait from my fondness for Lee Se-Young or Azalea, I harbor a sense of closeness towards Cornus, one that doesn’t fall short of the other two.

“…Like?”

Cornus blinked, seemingly unable to comprehend.

“Yes. I like you.”
“I don’t understand.”

She doesn’t need to. It’s enough that I understand.

Cornus therapy. Cornus the Succubus.
A friend ripe for good-natured teasing, that sentiment is undoubtedly there, but it’s more than that—I like her. If it weren’t so, I wouldn’t be wringing out my brain, bearing this weight of stress.

So…I hope she’ll bear with me, even if I grumble a bit.
After all, these are words born from my genuine concern for her.