Barberian

Chapter 94: A man in a suit and a woman in a mini dress (1)

When the table turnover slowed down a bit, I found myself with some free time and joined the table of the Joy Hog Party.

"How's everyone doing, did you guys get everything done?"

"Yep. I checked the blessings."

"And made sure we got paid."

Jubeel and Joy Hog nodded in turn.

"Me and Joy Hog got the [Precision Attack] and [Steel Shield] blessings respectively. These blessings make our attacks more precise and our shields stronger."

While the blessings aren't huge, they're nice to have.

"It's amazing how you all got the perfect talents for your roles."

"We got lucky."

"It's a bit of a bummer that I almost died."

"Well, at least you got a blessing. I'm jealous."

Hitolis, who had fainted in the bath after acquiring the [Blasphemous Curse], sighed heavily as he looked at the two of them.

"Did you get rid of the curse, Hitolis?"

"Ah, yes. Thanks to Serif's grace, I was able to escape the evil unharmed. Fortune favored us."

The [Blasphemous Curse] was no longer visible in the status window.

Luckily, it seems that the Serif has removed the curse.

Losing a priest would have greatly reduced the party's stability, so it was a great relief to have Hitolis back.

"Wow. The Virgin Saint removed my curse. That's awesome. Maybe I should have become a Paladin or something?"

"Jubeel, do you really think you can enter the Mother Goddess Order?"

"No. I can't do that once I go in there."

Tsk-!

Jubeel squeezed her nipple hard, causing her breast milk to splash onto Lammel's pants.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh! Jubeel!!!!"

"Khhhhhhh!"

Lammel, the cranky harpy wizard, grabbed Jubeel by the hair and shook her. Jubeel's udder jiggled and spat out milk.

"Ha. Shit."

My head was already spinning at the thought of cleaning up all that mess.

"Here you go. We got paid for the job."

Joy Hog sighed as she looked at the two of them and placed the money bag in front of the party.

Three gold coins, ten silver coins, and two pieces of paper glinted in the light as he opened it.

"Three gold coins? That's a lot."

My heart thudded in my chest as I was handed a pouch containing more than half my entire fortune in one fell swoop.

I'm happy, but a little embarrassed.

"Ten silver coins for the monster slaying settlement, divided by the number of people, one gold coin for each completed Shaman Hobgoblin Staff, five contribution points for capturing the outlaws, and two gold coins and five contribution points for the damage compensation paid by the temple. The math is correct. Ah, Balkan, the Order has something special for you, so you should visit the temple soon."

Somehow, the sum was much larger than I had expected, and it included compensation for the damage to the temple.

'Nate Elin and Serif told me that I would be compensated for the Paladins stabbings.'

"Yes."

I nodded happily. The thought of being rewarded for my labors was a pleasant one.

"Take the papers in your pocket to the Union. They'll convert it into contribution points."

With 10 contribution points secured, I only need 20 more to get promoted to Intermediate Explorer.

It looked like I'd fill them up surprisingly quickly.

As long as I don't get caught up in something strange, my skill level has improved to the point where I can easily clear the 7th floor.

We talked for a while, catching up on each other's progress.

"Oh. So you're making armor with those soul stones?"

"I'm so jealous! Maybe I should take this opportunity to buy an artifact!"

"Do you have the money for that?"

"Nope. I don't have any money. Lend me some."

"I can lend it to you, but don't point your chest this way. It's really scary."

Contrary to my worries, surprisingly little was said about the soul stones.

I naturally moved on to the next topic.

"So, are you going to enter the Labyrinth this week?"

The four party members shook their heads in unison at the simple question.

"No. This trip to the Labyrinth was too hectic. I think we should take it easy for a while."

"It's what we do for a living, and after this near-death experience, we could use a break."

"I've been feeling inadequate, too. I need to focus on learning magic for a while."

"I have work to do at the temple."

Each of them had different reasons, but the sentiment was the same. The party decided to take a short break.

'Good timing.'

Ellie's graduation from the Academy was just around the corner.

It was a good thing, too, because the timing would have been awkward had we entered the Labyrinth this week.

"I'll see you back here in a month, then?"

"Sounds about right. I need that much time to get my mind and body back in order and to repair my broken armor."

Joy Hog nodded and the party's opinion had been decided.

Deciding to take a short break, the party stayed up late drinking and calling it a night.

***

"Woof. Chew... milk fishy..."

"Heehee..."

The drunken mess was taken out of the inn but the stench of alcohol was still present.

"Thank you, Balkan."

Diana handed me a cool glass of water.

I gulped it down quickly, my head throbbing and my fatigue easing.

Something sweet and sour lingered in the aftertaste.

"Wow. This is good. I don't think it's just water."

"It's boiled water with lemon and sugar, then chilled. I'm glad you like it."

As expected, Diana's cooking skills were exceptional.

I never thought I'd have lemonade in this world.

As the guests departed and I looked around the immaculately cleaned inn, I suddenly realized that one person was missing.

"Speaking of which, where's Eli?"

"She said she's going to the Royal Inn in the Noble Quarter for five days, and since graduation is just around the corner, she's thinking about her future."

Ellie was such a talented mage that she had been recommended as a royal mage since she was a student at the Academy.

'I was appalled at her interest in exploration, but she chose a better path.'

The Labyrinth was too evil for a child as innocent as Ellie to enter.

A safe job instead of a dangerous explorer would spur her research into Portals.

"Well, that's the thing…"

Diana spoke cautiously, her voice filled with shame.

Her gaze naturally lowered.

Her breathing getting faster and faster, her body trembling with embarrassment and shame, her mesmerizing body cursed with all manner of obscenities.

The woman before me was not Diana, the Labyrinth City restaurateur and innkeeper.

Nor was she Ordia, a high ranking explorer of many accomplishments.

She was just a female, tormented by the curse of rejecting lousy dicks, desperately hoping her virginity would be broken.

Hoping to have her libido quenched.

I remembered Diana's pheromones in the heat that filled the room, and my inner libido immediately stirred.

"My, tomorrow we'll do it together-!"

-Squeak!

"Hick!"

Diana was about to say something when a vicious grip on her nipple instantly sucked in her breath, her body five times as sensitive.

She jerked back with a shudder and leaned down.

My hands followed, never losing sight of her firm, full udders.

I looked down at Diana, who leaned in close.

"I can't believe you asked me to relieve your libido as soon as your daughter left."

"Isn't that what it is...?! Hmph!"

Diana's waist twitched as my hands relaxed slightly and I gently stroked the mammary glands between her breasts and armpits.

'I wonder if she can produce milk.'

Breast milk can only be produced by pregnancy. I wanted to suckle on Diana's breast. There's no milk for the baby. It's all mine.

"Ugh!"

When I tried to touch her thickly erect nipple to squeeze out her healthy, tall, developing breast milk, she jerked back in surprise.

This time it was so fast I couldn't even react.

Her face was gaping open in an instant, her eyes softly closed but clearly open.

Lips parted after a moment's silence, still firm in their intentions.

"I was just asking if you'd like to go out to the market area with me... I'm not looking for a libido fix... I'm looking for a suit... I'm looking for a date... Hmph."

As I calmed my heated breathing, I heard the embarrassment in her voice, and it hit me like a hammer to the head.

'You think spending the night with her means something? Get a grip. You're an orphan and you're all warm and fuzzy because you've met people who are like family? Don't cross the line. Not while you're doing this.'

The cold reason in my mind snapped me back to reality.

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away-"

-Snap.

Just as I was about to apologize hastily, Diana grabbed my arm with both hands.

My breath caught in my throat.

Her hands, trembling with hesitation and treachery, gradually moved, bringing my palms to her chest.

-Poof.

Diana's hand, trembling with hesitation and a sense of betrayal, gradually moved and brought my palm to her chest.

"No need to apologize..."

I couldn't see Diana's face through her tightly bent, flowing hair but I could see the reddened nape of her neck and her earlobes.

"Rather... I, more..."

Swallowing her words in shame, Diana expressed her intentions with an action.

-Kwuuk.

As the delicate hand gently pressed the thick hand, Diana's breasts were gently crushed by the thick hand.

Her earlobes and the back of her neck flushed even more.

In silence, I slightly tightened my grip. The breasts that could not be held in one hand overflowed between my fingers.

With a pleading moan, Diana slowly stroked my forearm as if she were flirting with me.

No, this was not 'as if' flirting.

This is unquestionably female behavior.

An unmistakable mating signal ... offering her breasts, asking me to cover them in thick handprints.

"Will you ... for me?"

The cock that received the signal twitched.

Chapter 95: A man in a suit and a woman in a mini dress (2)

TLN: This chapter is rated R19.

A woman's breasts are a symbol of maternal love.

And it's not just because they make us laugh hysterically and make our dicks ache.

We all had a time when we were breastfed in our mother's arms.

From the earliest days of our lives, when we didn't even have a sense of self, when all we could do was eat, clothe, and sleep, we instinctively sucked on our mother's breast, where the nourishment came from.

But I don't remember that.

As an orphan, I didn't experience this behavior when everyone else was growing up sucking.

Therefore, I always felt a strong desire for motherhood.

She has a mature appearance, a gentle demeanor, a generous and affectionate personality, and an easygoing manner.

Not to mention, a beautiful appearance.

This is what I think an ideal mother should look like.

"Mama..."

Diana was an ideal Mama in her own right.

Even today, I commit the inhuman act of lusting after her.

But it wasn't really my fault.

It was only natural for a man to be attracted to a beautiful woman.

"Huh."

I gently stroked her side breast, and she immediately sucked in a breath.

"If I had to choose a sin, it would be the sin of these breasts seducing men."

"Uh, seducing? What's that?"

She asked.

"Ooh, ooh."

I lifted her breasts from the bottom with my palms as if weighing them.

"Awww!"

Diana's gray milky dress slithered up.

Diana quickly grabbed the rising dress with both arms. Her arms were tucked under her armpits, emphasizing her breasts.

"..."

Hesitantly, Diana carefully slipped the left shoulder strap of the milky dress over her arm.

Instead of covering her bottom, it revealed her top. The dress, which had been covering her breasts, slid down.

Her left breast was finally freed from the dress.

She had milk-colored, flawless flesh while the areola and nipple were pale pink.

Her right breast was still wrapped in the dress, but it was like having two flavors, so it wasn't so bad.

"You, it's embarrassing to look too closely..."

I couldn't look away from Diana's embarrassed voice.

I can't stand it.

I have to control my lust.

I know I can't focus on my growth if I turn my eyes to women and entertainment and pleasure!

I can't stop myself.

After a few more moments of watching Diana blush shyly, I return my attention to the sensations at my fingertips.

The feel of her left breast, bare, and the right, covered by her thin dress, was different. And most of all.

'Heavy.'

It was so ridiculous that I laughed. I never thought I would feel the heaviness of when I touched her breasts.

My palms quickly became clammy as I admired the fullness of her breasts, which were barely able to fit in my palms.

Her lower breasts, which were close to my body, were moister than I thought.

I had been standing in front of the hot fire for a long time, so it was inevitable that my underarms would be drenched in sweat.

I couldn't believe the word "underarm sweat" existed.

'I wonder if there's a drop of breast milk in those big tits?'

I believed in Diana's curses.

Could there really be a drop of breast milk in this obscene body with all the perverted curses?

I don't think so.

I will find it. I will find an oasis of milk in these breasts.

Grrrr. Tsk-tsk.

"Hmph, go, tickle..."

Diana giggled softly as my middle and ring fingers gently traced from under her armpits to under her breasts.

Her hand came up to the back of my head and stroked it.

"You can take it slow."

Her laid-back demeanor, like soothing an over-excited child.

On the surface, she looks like an experienced and skillful older woman, but I know very well that she's actually a ridiculous virgin with a foster daughter and no sexual experience.

"Hmph."

As I kneaded Diana's breasts in various ways, I could hear her holding her breath.

She groaned, as if trying to suppress the rising excitement.

Contrary to Diana's mindset of not showing any signs of weakness, her nipples were slowly lifting up and becoming hard and erect.

The climax switch was tempting me, saying, 'If you press down hard here, I'm going to climax with all my juices right now, please press down,' but I desperately ignored it.

My target was the areola, not the nipple.

"Do you mind if I change my position?"

"Uh, sure."

Diana stood up from her chair at the inn table.

I sat back down in the chair she had been sitting in.

The temperature of the chair, warmed by Diana's buttocks, was transferred to me.

"Sit here."

-Tsk, tsk.

I tapped my thigh and spoke in a slightly commanding tone, and she shivered.

"Uh-huh."

Diana shyly sat down on my thighs.

Her warm, large ass splayed out on top of me.

'...Surprisingly, she's heavy.'

It's nice to feel the right amount of weight.

The heat and weight of her body against mine jolted me back to reality.

I hugged Diana from behind and grabbed her breasts.

"Wheww..."

The stifled moan lengthened as I descended with a single, full-breasted thrust, like milking.

I stroked her pink areolas with my index and middle fingers, stimulating them.

In a circular motion, very gently, I gathered the sensations of her breasts with a careful touch, as if I were handling a treasure of rare value.

There's no need for force. I simply press my fingers against her areola, lazily teasing her breasts to arousal.

"Ba, Balkan... now..."

I didn't need to hear the afterword. She asks me if I'd like to fuck her thighs instead of this stimulation.

I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood for that right now. I'm completely impaled on these breasts.

Diana's waist twitches a little, her purring ass pressing hard against my already erect cock.

I ignored her behavior and focused on stimulating her areolas again.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm."

Diana's breathing became hotter and hotter. Her moans were suppressed and wet.

Her body, five times more sensitive because of the curse, aroused by the slightest stimulation, melted into a mush under the loving, breast-fed caress.

-Mmmm!

"Hiiiit!"

When I pressed my index finger, which was stimulating the areola and mammary gland, with a little force, the fluffy breasts sank in and responded even more intensely.

At the same time, Diana's entire chest began to heat up.

She had already caressed them enough. Something was beginning to happen to her increasingly sensitive breasts.

-Mmmm.

A wet, erotic sound.

My index finger, circling the thick areola, became wet and erotic.

It was proof that the sticky, slow breast milk tonic caress had taken effect.

"Now, wait, wait, wait, stop, Balkan, something's wrong-"

Diana, with a look of realization on her face that something was wrong, wanted to stop me but it was too late.

-Koooooowwww!

Her nipples, already stiffened by the vicious areola caresses, are pressed firmly between my thumb and index finger and pulled.

"Hhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Diana threw her head up in the air, her hips bouncing.

-Tsk-! Tsk-!

At the same time, white milk gushed out of her nipples and areolas with tremendous momentum.

Diana's thick milk dripped down from her cute belly that was rapidly going in and out to the peak of milking and her legs that were stretched out to the limit.

After a few moments of writhing and squirming, Diana slumped back against my thighs, her body twitching with exhaustion.

My cock rubbed between her soft hip bones.

I squeezed her breasts for a moment, pulling her into me from behind.

"Huh♡ That, that's enough...♡ Stop stimulating my nipples...♡"

Another gush of breast milk drenched my palm.

Naturally, my hand went to my mouth. My tongue licked the white liquid that dampened my palm.

It tasted like milk, smooth and savory, without a hint of bitterness.

Is this what breast milk is supposed to taste like? I don't know. Maybe it was just something special to her.

I turned Diana's body and her hazy eyes stared at me for a moment.

-Sigh.

Deana's eyes traveled to her breasts.

She wasn't even pregnant, but her breasts were pumping out milk.

It couldn't be breast milk, so it must have been a reaction to some sort of curse on her.

'The curse must be cured with holy spit.'

"Hiiii♡"

"Hmph!"

I pressed my lips to Diana's left breast and applied pressure.

'Choooop, choooop- choooop- choooop-'

I nibbled on the thick areola with my lips and flicked the hardened nipple with the tip of my tongue, the milk gushing out violently hit my throat.

"...?! ...!!! ...♡"

I gulped down her milk, listening to the voice that was neither a scream nor a moan as a lullaby.

"Ngae..."

I felt like I was in my mother's arms.

As I was not able to drink my mother's breast milk as a child, I was able to drink Diana's breast milk as I grew up.

'I rather like it.'

When I thought about it, being an orphan wasn't so bad after all.

Choo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

"...My heart is pounding... But, I won't run away... Slowly...♡"

Perhaps it was an instinctive female behavior, Diana lifted her lower chest and offered her breasts for me to drink.

Diana's breast milk, which even Ellie, who has a mother-daughter relationship with her, would not have been able to drink.

I'll have to empty this breast for Ellie, who has grown up and is past the age of breastfeeding.

-Mmm.

I buried my nose in Diana's breast, sucking on the nipple.

Warm. Soft. Cozy, reassuring.

Every happy, comforting feeling in the world washed over me as I snuggled against Diana's chest and suckled.

And then, for some reason, an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion came over me.

It was as if my body was being forced to fall asleep.

Through my blurry vision, I could see Diana, looking melted, gently stroking my hair.

I fell asleep in her arms.

***

"Heh."

When I opened my eyes to the sunlight, I opened my mouth in a daze.

[You have consumed Diana Ordia's breast milk.]

[Random stats increase by 1 due to Diana Ordia's 'Curse of the ■Milk Climax ■Tat de■■'].

[Wisdom:(1+3) → (1+4)]

[Nam Soo-Jin LV.23]

[Stamina:(8+10) Strength:(8+10) Agility:(7+10) Wisdom:(1+4) Finesse:(2)]

[Stat Bonus from Stat Drain: +1 Wisdom]

[Free Points: 6]

"...Crazy."

I drank breast milk and my stats went up.

Chapter 96: A man in a suit and a woman in a mini dress (3)

[Diana Ordia's 'Curse of the ■Milk Climax ■Tat de■■' causes a random stat to increase by 1].

'I never thought drinking breast milk would increase my stats.'

There are only two ways to increase stats that are intuitively displayed through the status window.

You can either level up through life-and-death combat to increase your base stats.

Or additional stats can be gained from blessings or curses.

[Stat Bonus from Breast Milk Stat Drain: +1 Wisdom]

In this case, it's the latter.

Diana's curse has had a positive effect on me.

I've gotten used to this status window so I've gotten a good idea of what's censored.

The curse of the ■milk climax ■tat de■■.

The curse of the breast milk climax stat drain.

'Not easy.'

Diana's lineup of curses was a killer.

The curse of rejecting lousy dicks.

The curse of Decadence from the Black Moon.

The curse of a fivefold sensitive constitution.

On top of that, the curse of the breast milk climax stat drain?

'Not so easy.'

Nevertheless, it was a great discovery. It was like discovering a way to become stronger without entering the Labyrinth.

'But there will be a price.'

Stat drain.

In other words, stats are taken away.

But whose stats, and in what way?

The name of the curse said it all.

'Diana's stats are drained every time she climaxes by sucking the milk from her big udders?'

Of course, it couldn't be as simple as that. Nor was it an accurate inference.

It's a stat-lowering curse, so there's probably more to it than that, but aside from that...

My mouth watered.

I was confident that I could completely wipe out the sturdy milk storage unit overnight.

Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea.

Diana became weaker due to endless breast milk orgasm while I became stronger by drinking her milk.

I become stronger than her and that means I can mate with her.

"Not bad…"

Ouch!!!

I instinctively slapped my cheek and tasted blood in my mouth from the fucking hard slap.

"Get your shit together. You crazy asshole."

My head instantly went cold.

Taking the fruits of someone else's hard work and reducing them to a nipple torture breast milk climax?

To suckle on the breast of over Lv.60 woman of great strength, reducing her to a less-than-stellar female?

I'm going to plunge her into a bottomless pit of despair, turning her into a helpless dick rug that can't even carry a bucket of bathwater without my help?

Especially her who has supported me in so many ways?

"Are you even human?"

If I was a human being in the right frame of mind I would never have thought of such a vicious idea.

Not to another human being and certainly not to someone I care about.

'Don't let your lust drive you to make foolish choices. Keep it under control. Please.'

Ever since my pseudo-mating with Diana, I had found it increasingly difficult to control my libido.

I emptied the sperm that was maturing in my balls in an unusual way, like through her thighs.

I would have felt better if I'd had real sex, but I had mixed feelings.

'I don't know, but it's dangerous to keep going.'

I took a deep breath and reset my mindset.

My cock, which had swelled instantly at the thought of Diana as a lowly female, dropped back down once more.

My heart pounded, then calmed.

I sobered up and looked around.

I fell asleep last night suckling on Diana's breast, and now I was on the bed. She must have moved me.

There was a bucket of lukewarm water next to the bed.

I soaked a towel and wiped myself with it. It was the first time I'd cleaned myself properly since my pseudo-mating with Diana.

I pulled on the only decent clothes I could find from the tattered cotton tee hanging in the closet and headed for the inn's kitchen.

I was hungry, even after all the milk I drank from Diana yesterday.

Tsk-tsk-tsk.

The sound of dripping water echoed from the kitchen.

"Ugh, why, why, why do you keep doing this?"

Diana's pitiful moans accompanied the sound.

Thunk-

"Hmph!"

I faked a smile and Diana gasped in surprise, covering her chest with her hands.

"So, did you sleep well, Balkan?"

"Yes. And that's...?"

I nodded at Diana's nonchalant greeting and looked at the object on the kitchen table, right next to her.

It was a potion bottle. An object commonly used to hold recovery potions.

It was an ordinary-looking potion bottle that would have caught my attention if it weren't for the cream-colored liquid inside.

"Oh, this, this? Oh, it's nothing, it's just... ooh, milk, plain... really plain... milk from a female cow..."

Blushing bright red, Diana blabbered on, smiling lazily.

'...No way?'

I almost believed it was milk, but then I thought better of it.

Tsk-tsk.

"What, another ...?"

Just as I was questioning it, Diana hastily covered her breasts.

The sweet scent of her pheromones wafted out.

"Now, why don't you sit down at the table? I'll be back in a little while to make you breakfast...!"

Diana hurriedly grabbed the vial and headed for her room.

I wanted to activate my perception to spy on her, but I wasn't at her level yet, and I couldn't see through her moves.

Tsk-tsk. Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk.

I could only listen to the muffled sound of water in the room and relive the memories of last night.

After about ten minutes, I came face to face with Diana, who opened the door.

"Uhhh! Te, I told you to stay at the table."

I didn't answer her, instead focusing on the two changes I noticed in her.

'Bra?'

A black nipple shield had been added to Diana's milky dress.

The black fabric peeked out from between her bare cleavage, giving her a different look than usual.

Depending on your point of view, it could even look raunchier.

The second change is the potion vial in Diana's hand.

The vial was half full of a cream-colored liquid, sealed with a cork.

Diana placed the vial in a basket-like artifact that was used to store ingredients.

I didn't know why she kept it that way, but now I was sure.

"...Diana. Is that breast milk-"

"I'm not pregnant...!"

Diana shouted, her eyes tightly closed and her fists clenched, her face flushed bright red.

Diana replied with a puzzled look on her face.

"This is the first time this curse has manifested, so I can't tell you exactly what it is right now... but it's because of the curse."

She blushed bright red, as if she were truly ashamed to say it.

"This, the curse that when the opposite sex climaxes only with my breasts, and I fulfill the conditions... my power-filled breast milk comes out..."

There seemed to be a condition that was difficult to explain, but it was no mistake that my stats increased after consuming Diana's breast milk.

"Ugh... If the rest of the curse is revealed, no way..."

Diana muttered and bowed her head deeply, having been forced to reveal her weakness.

She looked deeply embarrassed, ashamed, and remorseful at this moment, having revealed so openly that she had experienced a breast milk climax through the man in front of her.

There was a hint of pleading in her eyes.

"I swear, it's the curse. I'm not one of those perverted whores who squeeze their breasts and spill milk, you know...?"

I nodded, smiling softly at her insistence that she wasn't a pervert like Jubeel.

"Then in the morning, that's..."

"My mammary glands are so sensitive that my milk has been flowing all night. I've squeezed it out a lot, so it should barely come out now."

My gaze naturally turned to the refrigeration artifact.

The vial of potion it contained, to be exact.

"So, the breast milk in there also contains ...Diana power?"

"..."

The silence could only mean one thing.

-gulp.

My throat cleared.

I remembered the flavor of the breast milk I sucked like a newborn last night.

At the same time, my stats went up.

Yep. This is definitely not a decision I'm making because I want to drink Diana's breast milk.

I'm not going to miss out on the chance to increase my stats.

It's something that will definitely help me...!

"...Suddenly, I'm thirsty."

"...!!!!!!!!"

Breakfast has been decided.

***

-Gulp. Gulp.

[You have consumed Diana Ordia's breast milk.]

[Random stats are increased by 1 due to Diana Ordia's 'Curse of the ■Milk Climax ■Tat de■■']

[Stamina: (8+10) → (8+11)]

[Nam Soo-Jin LV.23]

[Stamina:(8+11) Strength:(8+10) Dexterity:(7+10) Wisdom:(1+4) Finesse:(2)]

[Stat Bonus from Stat Drain: +1 Stamina, +1 Wisdom]

[Free Points: 6]

-Clink.

I set down the empty teacup.

"..."

Mornings started with Diana's breast milk latte.

After a morning in the Labyrinth City that was always accompanied by a strange feeling of unpleasantness and discomfort, everything seemed so beautiful with the world's best milk latte.

Across from me, Diana, the woman who served me her homemade milk coffee, covered her face with both hands.

I can't imagine what it's like to serve a latte with your own breast milk.

Anyway, there are only two steps left to level 25, the secondary growth stage.

I had a month to spare due to my appointment with the Joy Hog Party, so I was thinking about what to do during that time.

"...So. Are you going today?"

"What? Where?"

"...Yesterday, before you pumped my milk...you said you wanted to go get something to wear to Ellie's graduation."

Diana puffed up her cheeks slightly as I didn't remember.

There was a dress code for the Academy's graduation ceremony, and I had to find something.

"Well, that doesn't mean we're just going to buy clothes, do you want to go grocery shopping or something?"

"Sure, if I can go with you, Diana."

I nodded happily.

Diana has a lot of experience running inns and taverns, so it would be good to use her connections to know where to get decent clothes and supplies.

"Really? Well, I guess I'd better get ready then...!"

Smiling brightly with her eyes closed, Diana headed towards the room inside the kitchen with light steps.

'...Eh?'

I tilted my head slightly when I saw Diana's strangely delighted reaction.

'What, is this a ...?'

A date?

Chapter 97: A man in a suit and a woman in a mini dress (4)

Dating…the act of spending quality time together as lovers, or people with mutual interest or affection.

As a virgin male with only two sexual experiences, I was expecting something a little saucier and erotic...but the reality was different.

"Yeah. Good food sells fast, so it's a good thing we went early…!"

Diana, a beautiful woman carrying a shopping cart filled with various fresh vegetables and meats, smiled with a big smile.

"Woohoo, yes..."

I put down the shopping cart in both hands and wiped off my sweat.

'So this is a date?'

It wasn't what I thought it would be.

I'd been frantically following Diana since early morning.

She'd sneak past the butchers slaughtering animals in the corners of the market area to get the freshest cuts of meat.

I watched her skillfully haggle with the vegetable vendors and cheered her on as she backstops a spice vendor who sells black sesame seeds as pepper.

...Come to think of it, I didn't do much, except take some of her luggage and hold it for her.

"Thanks, Balkan. You made this go faster than usual."

"No, I didn't, I just lifted a few bags."

"I usually have to go back and forth several times because I'm alone, but today was much easier."

-Thump.

With that, Diana pushed her cart into the carriage.

She waved and the coachman nodded.

-Purr!

The wagon rolled away with the sound of horses clattering.

Fresh produce would be delivered to the doorstep of the inn by a horse-drawn courier service.

"Did you go grocery shopping like this every day?"

"Yes. I've been doing it ever since I retired... over ten years now."

'Not just anyone can be a gourmet innkeeper.'

Despite the occasional curse that turned her into a female who masturbated all day, Diana was normally a sincere and cozy woman.

I was grateful for her graciousness as she ran around to make the food a little better for the customers.

"Now that we've bought all the ingredients, let's go shopping for clothes."

"But it's not easy to find clothes that fit me."

I remember wandering around the market area in my raggedy, uncomfortable clothes just to find one.

"...Yes. Definitely..."

Diana carefully placed her hand on her chin and looked at my body.

Her eyes were tightly closed, but I could feel her gaze subtly scanning my body.

I wondered if she was sizing me up.

I spread my arms wide to give Diana a better look at my body.

Ten minutes passed like that. Diana was mesmerized, her eyes fixed on my body.

"Diana?"

"Uh, huh? Well, don't worry. It's a place where they make custom-made clothes...! Oh, there's a lot of people watching. Let's go."

There were many other people on the street in the morning.

"What a couple, doing that in the street. They've gone beyond good taste and gotten lecherous."

"If you're envious, say it out loud. What other man in the world would show his body so openly like that? It must be out of love or affection."

"That's great! I wish I could find a true man and make love to him!"

"Wake up. The only place you can go is the brothel in the outlaw district. Go and get a slave prostitute. There, if you have money, you can have 3P and even have noble-like sex."

The explorer-looking women continued their lecherous conversation, sending me lustful glances.

I'd gotten used to it by now. My hand slowly reaches for my axe.

But I'm unarmed now, having left my armor to Zernier to repair.

"Come on, let's go."

Diana, who blushed at the words, gently grabbed my wrist and dragged me along.

I glanced down at her walking ahead of me for a moment, then carefully lowered my arm to take her hand.

-Hmph.

Diana's shoulders shook slightly.

After a moment's hesitation, her delicate hand twitched slightly.

Her fingers moved cautiously in my grasp, and then they intertwined.

"..."

"..."

We walked down the street, our fingers interlocked in silence.

Even though neither of us spoke first, I realized we shared similar feelings.

I tried to control the emotions that threatened to overflow from my chest and focused all my attention on this sweet moment.

Healing? Relaxation? Peace of mind?

Just walking down the street with Diana was enough to send my healing gauge through the roof.

"Ahhh."

Diana moans in frustration.

I looked to the side and saw that she was looking up at a building.

[Arachne's Miracle]

It was a tailor's shop, with mannequins dressed in stylish suits and beautiful dresses standing in the windows.

"...Well, we're almost there."

"...Yes."

There was silence again. We looked at each other for a moment, and neither of us spoke first.

"Shall we walk a little further?"

I asked, and Diana smiled warmly and snapped her fingers again.

We circled the city three more times before we entered the tailor shop.

***

'You're really giving me a hard time.'

Silanes, the owner of Arachne's Miracle Tailor and a mid-level explorer, frowned at the couple in front of her.

The man and woman who had exchanged glances at the door whenever she was out front, wondering if there were customers, strolled down the street once more.

The man's helmet made it impossible to make out his face, but she could almost see the kind of eyes he would have in such an atmosphere.

Not once, not twice, but three times, the sweet movement made her sides tingle.

"Thank you for your visit. We carry only the finest clothing made from Arachne silk, so please feel free to browse."

But there was no point in flirting with him.

It was time to make money, and the customer in front of her was a different kind of customer.

'Diana Ordia...!'

Silanes, a mid-level explorer with a long history of exploration, recognized Diana.

When she first saw her, she was nervous.

She had only seen her once before, when she announced her retirement in the vague past, so she couldn't immediately match her appearance.

'She looks like a completely different person than when she retired.'

Silanes couldn't help but feel the instincts of a clothing store owner.

She scanned Diana's body instinctively.

Gone were the fierce, piercing eyes and sharp, toned body, replaced by soft eyes and a curvy, sexy, fleshy body.

But it wasn't for nothing, either.

It made her sick to her stomach to see that she had gained weight only where she needed to as a woman.

'She even has a man next to her!'

She couldn't believe it, but the man next to Diana was just as bad.

The clothing store owner's instinct was to focus on the man's body rather than Diana's transformation.

He was wearing a tight cotton tee, and his muscles were barely visible.

'Is this really a man...or is it a human?'

She couldn't help but look up at his enormous height. His muscles were packed tightly into his huge body.

Yet, nothing is too much, and everything is harmonious and ideally blended.

Even the torsos made by the sculptors of the time seemed to pale in comparison to this man's body.

It was a body that could never have been created by nature.

'It's like a body made by God himself.'

"Hmph."

Realizing that Silanes was staring at Balkan's body in admiration, Diana let out a low moan and tightened her grip on Balkan's arm.

"I'll fit you into a nice suit. Anything you like."

With a shy territorial marker that said, "This man is mine," Diana flaunted her wealth.

She didn't work at the inn for the money. She had plenty of money saved up from her time as an explorer.

She could have said, "I'll take everything from here to here," but that would have been too much for Balkan.

"What? No. These are my clothes, I have to buy them."

As expected, Balkan was sensitive to favors.

"It's okay. It's an expense that I wouldn't normally make, but I'm buying it for Ellie's graduation. If it's too much of a burden, you can think of it as a bar uniform and buy it. Choose as much as you want without feeling pressured!"

"Mmm... then..."

Balkan nodded at the excuse Diana had prepared all night.

It was hard to say no when she was talking like that but he didn't know how to choose.

"Do you have a particular outfit in mind?"

Silanes saw Balkan's indecision and interjected at just the right moment.

"I'm going to the Academy's graduation ceremony, and I need a suit that matches the dress code."

Balkan's words caused Silanes to look back and forth between Balkan and Diana in confusion.

"...Oh my. Seriously...?"

She'd thought the atmosphere was odd, but she hadn't expected a child...a child big enough to graduate from the Academy.

Silanes couldn't control her expression when she heard a truth that would make people faint if they knew it.

"...Ah..."

"..."

Balkan looked flustered, not knowing where to begin, and Diana blushed, her stomach twisting in knots.

'Balkan's child...?'

Diana gently rubbed her lower belly.

She remembered the day she'd been crushed by Balkan's body, her legs spread wide like a frog's, her thighs soaking up his cum.

'If only. If I had taken it into my womb instead of my thighs...'

Her female body shuddered at the thought of the possibility of a life swelling inside her.

Then she thought of her daughter, who had recently made progress in their relationship, but was in a bit of a bad mood.

'Ellie is an only child too...'

Balkan looked at Diana's pensive expression and spoke up on her behalf.

"Hmmm. I'd like to see what clothes you have first."

"Uh, okay. This way, please."

Silanes nodded appropriately and led Balkan and Diana away.

Being the professional she was, she kept her mouth shut.

'She must have mated and gotten pregnant. As expected from Diana Ordia. He must have been ruthlessly trained to make that body that was like a work of art. The child must have grown up, but the couple still has that kind of atmosphere? Successful people in any field are different. Ha. I want a cigarette...'

...Her thoughts were a bit free-spirited.

Chapter 98: A man in a suit and a woman in a mini dress (5)

Silanes guided me through the store and I found a suit I liked.

The neat, simple black suit was a good choice.

The quality of Arachne's silk meant that whatever I chose would be above average.

"Let's take your measurements, then."

Diana interrupted Silanes as she held the tape measure out to Balkan.

"Do you have to do that...?"

"Yes. As you know, your body type is quite different from that of most men, so custom-made work is essential."

"...I see."

Diana nodded, trying to keep a smile on her face.

Balkan followed Silanes into the fitting room to have her measurements taken.

"Uh, you shouldn't follow him in."

"..."

Diana shuddered as Silanes stopped her, forcing her way into the men's fitting room.

She took a step back, trying not to look impatient and Balkan smirked inwardly at her behavior.

'It's not bad to be protected.'

I'm blessed to have someone in the world who thinks so much of me.

The curtain closed, and Silanes looked at Balkan.

"All right, then. Let's begin the measurements."

Silanes took the tape measure and measured every inch of Balkan's body.

Height, shoulder to wrist, torso length and girth, thigh thickness, and so on.

From the moment I entered the fancy building, I could tell that it had a very professional look.

'Hmm.'

Silanes exclaimed in pure admiration as she looked at every inch of the Balkan's body.

A very well trained body.

Based on the simple physical specs alone, he could easily pass for a mid-level explorer.

Not just aesthetically pleasing, but with the right muscles where they needed to be.

"You must be an explorer. You look quite fit."

"Yes. I'm a junior explorer now."

"Hmmm. 'For now'."

It was a confident statement.

The tone was full of determination and conviction that he would one day reach a higher level.

How many people wouldn't look up to someone with this kind of spirit of improvement?

The short conversation ended there as the measurements were taken.

'Neat work.'

Balkan breathed a sigh of relief.

Contrary to Diana's fears, there was no weird behavior like measuring the length of his penis.

They finished measuring and left the fitting room.

"Diana, don't you have tailored clothes?"

Diana shuddered at the light-hearted question.

She glanced at her forearms, stomach, and chest.

"...Your old clothes won't fit, will they...?"

Diana muttered in a small voice and let out a deep sigh.

"I guess I'll have to get mine altered when I get Ellie's dress altered."

Apparently, just like this outing, Ellie and her were going to have some mother-daughter time together.

I nodded, though it was a shame I couldn't watch Diana's dress fitting now.

"Give me half an hour and I'll have a freshly tailored suit for you."

"You can make a suit in half an hour?"

"That's the mystery of Arachne silk, and of course my skills are exceptional."

Indeed, the byproduct of the mid-tier beast was something different.

Since fine suits made of Arachne silk don't come cheap, I thought it would be a good idea to try them on for myself.

After a short wait, Silanes returned with a set of fine suits laid out on the table.

A white shirt, suit pants, jacket, and tie.

The stiff yet soft feel of the fabric made him smile with satisfaction.

Balkan took the plate without a second thought and went into the fitting room to change.

Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk

"Ugh."

Diana flinched at the sound coming from the fitting room.

For a moment, she worried about Balkan's sense of propriety as he changed clothes with barely a curtain between them, but then Balkan emerged from the fitting room in a neat suit.

"Wow, I never thought it would be like this."

Silanes, who had made the suit by hand, was also dumbfounded.

Even with the helmet covering his face, it was a masterpiece.

The suit fit neatly, complementing his muscular body.

Balkan, a large man with an imposing stature, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and peered down at Diana over the helm.

"Ms. Diana."

Diana's womb clenched and then melted at the sound of his low, heavy voice.

The sight of his helmeted face overlapping with his suit made her womb flutter and the peak of her chest rise in anticipation.

"I've never done anything like this before, so it shouldn't be too awkward, right? By the way, I like the ... material, it's quite comfortable."

"Mmm, yeah...that's nice..."

Diana carefully covered her nose, unable to make eye contact with Balkan.

She felt like her nose was going to bleed at any moment.

'Balkan in a suit... dangerous...'

"Ugh!"

The area around her painfully erect nipples began to soak up moisture.

'I must have emptied them overnight...!'

There was still some breast milk left.

Diana panicked at the unfamiliar change in her body and pressed her arms to the peaks of her breasts to cover them.

"...Wait a minute, please bring me a water bottle."

"Oh, yeah!"

Balkan said to Silanes, realizing the situation.

Silanes also realized the situation and hastily retrieved a water bottle.

"Ms. Diana. This way, please."

"Uhhhh…"

After taking the bottle, Balkan grabbed Diana's arm and carefully led her to the fitting room. They needed somewhere to cover up.

-Boom!

The curtains were drawn and he carefully examined Deana.

The peak of the missy dress was already soaking wet and turning black.

"I did get a water bottle, but will this do?"

"Uh, yes, thank you, Balkan."

"Then I'm going to..."

Just as Balkan was about to leave with only a bottle of water to dispose of the breast milk, Diana, her head down, grabbed Balkan's arm.

"...Maybe. Can you help me a little?"

"Do you mean help?"

"...Yes. It didn't come out well when I milked it by myself this morning, so I'm afraid I'll need some help to milk it all."

Clutching her breasts, which continued to pump out milk, Diana said in a crawling voice.

I was trying to get out as fast as I could to suppress my libido, but when you ask me to do this...

'I know. I can't help it. My benefactor is uncomfortable. Am I going to refuse? After everything she's done for me, I can't even do this?'

-Gulp.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Then what can I do to help..."

"Just squeeze from the inside of my chest outward. Like you're milking a cow..."

Diana pressed her fingers firmly into the area where her armpit joined her udder.

"Now, from here, you'll need to press downward, so you can milk more effectively..."

My dick responded to her kind words with an aching sensation.

"Can you milk me slowly... from the left side...?"

The oddly proactive Diana carefully undid the left shoulder strap and removed her milking dress revealing a pitifully leaking udder.

Gingerly, I placed my hand on Diana's lower breast.

No caressing is necessary since this is not an erotic act.

It's just the mechanical act of milking a female cow.

-Mmmm.

Diana pressed the water bottle against her thick areola.

Balkan stroked up the cow's udder, which was oozing lustful milk, and cupped her self-proclaimed weakness in his palm.

"Huh."

The thick, rough hand touched the soft breast, and the flesh with five times the sensitivity responded immediately.

-Tsk-tsk-tsk.

Breast milk dripped into the water bottle. But it was just the beginning.

"Okay, I'll do it."

"Ugh."

With a little pressure in my grip, I squeeze my breasts with my entire palm.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

"Huhhhhhh?!"

Her heaving udder immediately spilled out a large amount of milk.

The milk that flowed from her right breast splashed onto the suit I just had tailored.

"It's okay."

Balkan shrugged out of his jacket nonchalantly.

He unbuttoned the sleeves and rolled them up, revealing a muscular body wrapped in a white shirt.

"Uh, huh? You're okay?"

His muscle-filled biceps flexed and squeezed Diana's udder.

Koooooowwww!

"Huhhhhhhh?!"

Diana's eyes rolled back in her head, and her breast milk spilled out with all her heart.

Tudududududududud!

I licked my lips as I listened to the sound of the waterfall of breast milk lapping the water bottle.

"The milking is just beginning."

'...No way...'

Silanes swallowed quietly as she heard the sound from beyond the fitting room.

The legendary explorer Diana Ordia, though now retired and fading into obscurity,

"Hooooooong♡ Th, that maaan♡ Milking that maaaaan...♡"

"You're still pouring out like this, how can I stop? Since I've already started, I have to do it properly."

"~~~♡♡♡?!!!!"

She couldn't believe that she was screaming such a vulgar and perverted cry.

'Of course, I thought Diana would have the upper hand in the relationship, but she didn't?!

She couldn't believe it, but just then, she heard a molten female moan from beyond the curtain.

'...I see. There was some basis to that lofty ambition.'

She remembered Balkan telling her that he was still only a low-level explorer.

Silanes head was spinning as she was an explorer who could easily slay an Arachne, a mid-tier beast, and even run a business as a byproduct of her adventure.

***

After the merciless milking, we rested for a while, courtesy of Silanes.

"Is it okay for you to buy this much?"

"Well, of course. Do you need anything else, like training clothes or everyday clothes...?"

Diana asked, embarrassed.

I could tell she wanted to repay me somehow for the milking favor.

I smiled bitterly and showed her the shopping bags in both hands.

"It's enough that you bought me this."

Diana had purchased not only a suit for Ellie's graduation, but also a variety of other garments.

Each piece was made of fine materials like Arachne silk.

She'd gotten so much that I wouldn't have to worry about clothes for a while.

"Sigh. We look forward to your next visit."

Silanes, who sold dozens of clothes a day, waved us out of the building with her mouth hanging over her ear.

We'd spent more time than we'd planned.

The sky over the Labyrinth City was just about to settle into sunset.

"Shall we head back to the inn now?"

"Uh, I have a quick stop to make. You should go first."

"A stop?"

I asked, and Diana pressed gently against my chest.

"Uh, I need to get an artifact to lower my mammary gland irritation. I'm going to the Outlaw Zone for a while."

Outlaw Zone was a city of lawlessness and debauchery separated to the west of Labyrinth City.

A place to be wary of, and yet she goes there for a rare artifact.

Not just any artifact, but one that reeked of lustful odors and was said to lower mammary gland irritation.

My interest was piqued.

"Do you think I could come with you?"

"No. No."

Diana refused with rare firmness.

Her gaze slowly traveled over my body, which was wrapped in an immaculate suit.

Diana's face warmed slightly.

"No way."

I nodded, surprised that she was so adamant.

Given the average personality of the outlaws I'd met up to this point, I was pretty sure I'd be hit on like, "You're dressed like you're begging to be raped, so get ready to be a rug slave."

"Well, I'll go back to the inn first."

"Just let them in the kitchen if there's a food delivery."

"Sure."

Diana quickly disappeared, saying she'd be right back.

Her stride was sure, but her speed was like running through space.

Alone, I took a leisurely stroll through the Labyrinth City at sunset, returning to the cozy inn.

"Huh."

"Wow, crazy..."

Perhaps it was the difference in my outfits, but they seemed to attract more stares than usual.

"What the fuck-! If it's a bar, you should open the door on time! It's a shame if you don't let customers from far away in!"

"So fuck you!"

Perhaps it was my sensitivity to my surroundings, but the shouting from somewhere else also pierced my ears.

Coincidentally, it was coming from the direction I was headed, cozy winter night.

Outside Diana's inn, a group of drunken thugs, reeking of alcohol, were kicking down the closed door.

A drunken trio of dwarves, humans, and dark elves.

'What the hell. A new method of suicide?'

What would Diana do if she was at home?

"Everyone calm down, you're too drunk, you can't do this here!"

"Shut the fuck up, dumbass! Let go of me! The more I think about it, the more I feel like shit!!! Do you see a customer as a dick?!"

"I do!"

-Pfft!

Unable to figure out what the hell they were so angry about, the dwarf and human kicked the crate in front of the inn's door.

The crates spilled their contents onto the dirt floor.

"If there's a guest, open the door, don't you have to open it!!!"

The ingredients that Diana and I had been saving since morning were trampled under their feet.

-Thud.

I could hear the strings of reason snapping in my head.

"Hey, you fucking sluts."

Thanks to the kindness of many people, the sense of caution that had been slowly melting away was revived.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?"

It was time to go back to the old Balkan.