Volume 4 Chapter 96 The Milk of the Holy Mother ♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After enjoying an evening of play with Kéa, it was now Tifi’s turn.
”Mr. Taro…” she whispered, looking up at me with tear-bright eyes.
We were inside a love hotel room, where only the dim amber glow of the lamps softened the air with quiet heat. She already carried my child, and so I could not take her roughly.
”Tifi, come here,” I said.
”Yes…”
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. The moment our lips met, she trembled, surrendering her weight into me. Staring into her sunset-colored eyes, I stroked her chestnut hair.
She had once been the receptionist at the Adventurers’ Guild. Now she was my lover, my wife, the mother-to-be of my child. Tonight, she stood before me in a sheer negligee, her full breasts pressing against the thin fabric so that even the cleavage showed through.
Her undergarments? None.
When my fingers brushed her chest she gasped, “Ahhn…” The softness yielded through the cloth, and even her nples’ shape pressed against my fingertips. My hand slid lower, cupping the damp mound of her sex—bare, unhidden.
Though she dressed strictly in public, tonight she wore this daring outfit only to tempt me. Those glistening eyes told me everything: she wanted me.
I sat back on the sofa, drawing her between my legs, then wrapped her from behind, my palm tender on her swelling belly.
”Mmm…” she breathed. My child rested there inside her, and the thought filled me with reverence. With my free hand, I kneaded her breast gently.
”Ahh…”
”Mr. Taro,” she said, voice uncertain.
”I know,” I answered. “I’ll be gentle. I won’t burden you or the baby.”
”No, that’s not it. I mean about what comes next.”
She spoke not of childbirth but of politics.
”It’s about the Kingdom of Nakuos,” she continued.
So that was it.
”Beyond this battlefield, there were several other campaigns planned. But I believe they’ve already collapsed.”
”Why?” I asked.
”Because they cannot ignore us. Our interference shattered their strategy, and the soldiers’ morale is broken.”
She was right. To the kingdom, we were a faceless, unknowable threat. How could they continue fighting against such shadows?
”They might have forced the soldiers to fight anyway, but that method is gone now,” she added.
”There was such a method?”
”You destroyed it, Mr. Taro.”
She smiled.
”…What?”
”The narcotics. You blew them up.”
Ah. Back in the Free City of Latipak, when I blasted apart the smugglers and their crates of packed leaves with a magic cannon.
”They were meant for Nakuos?”
”Yes. Soldiers would have been dosed and driven into battle. But now it’s impossible.”
So they would have used drugs to make men forget their fear of death.
”How did you even learn that?” I asked.
”Information dripped in from the Shellmerchant Guild. Then, after the battle, the Little Demon Sardine heard a commander mutter, ‘If only we had opium, we could keep them fighting.’”
Opium—the name of the powder I had annihilated. The kingdom had planned to drown its own army in poison just to prolong the war. History on Earth had seen the same horrors. War truly was merciless.
Even if it had been unintended, my actions had stopped them.
”I did good work, without knowing it,” I said.
”You did… ahh…”
Tracing her areola through the cloth, I teased her until she moaned softly.
”And what of the future?” I asked.
”The kingdom—no, the Princess’s faction—will rebuild and strike again. Yet before they do, the Nobles’ faction may move first.”
For the princess’s camp, this defeat was a grievous wound. The nobles, who opposed the war, would surely seize the moment.
”Both factions will try to unmask the ones who sabotaged them… ahh…”
My fingers barely grazed her nples, the feather-light touch making her squirm.
”Unmasking us will not be easy,” I said.
”Yes… but they do have threads to pull.” Her expression hardened. “Mr. Gaedaf and the heroes showed signs of aiding us. The kingdom will press them for answers.”
Gaedaf and his allies were no risk—we had revealed the love hotel’s secrets and bound them to us. They would never betray us. Here, behind these walls, even royal hunters could not reach us.
The heroes, though, were another matter. We had not met them directly, nor struck a true pact. They might leak scraps of information, however small.
Thinking of the nobles reminded me of acquaintances: the eldest son of Baron Iberigo Borg, and the daughter of Marquis Arcona Castanope. Both hailed from the Nobles’ faction. If I lent them strength, their side might gain power enough to restrain the princess. Perhaps. Whether it was necessary or wise, I could not yet know.
For now, there was no need to approach them.
”Well, we’ll manage somehow,” I said.
”Yes… with you, Mr. Taro, we will.”
The serious talk ended. My hands returned to Tifi’s body. From behind, I gently held her close, feeling her warmth against me.
”Aah… ahhh…” she sighed softly, her breath quickening.
I traced the contour of her form through the thin fabric, feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat as I tenderly explored the curves of her body.
”Ahhhhn!” she gasped, her whole frame trembling with anticipation.
I moved with deliberate care, switching between gentle touches and soft caresses, always focusing on the warmth of her skin and the sound of her breath as she arched toward me.
At last, I let my hands drift lower, following the natural lines of her body, sharing a moment of deep connection.
”Mmm…” she murmured, her voice filled with warmth.
Even through her clothing, I could sense her emotion, her longing clear in the way she leaned into my touch. As my fingers traveled, I focused on the subtle ways her body responded, conveying her feelings through every gesture.
I traced along her form, teasing gently, savoring every shared sensation rather than rushing ahead. My touch remained tender, exploring the trust between us.
”Ahhhhn!” she cried out, her body rising as she was swept up in a wave of emotion.
This time, I deepened our exchange—not in a physical way, but emotionally, letting our closeness speak for itself. I lifted the edge of her nightdress, not to invade, but to honor the intimacy we shared.
”Yaaah!” she whispered, voice thick with feeling.
The quiet between us was filled with shared breaths and whispered words. My touch sought to convey comfort, reassurance, and love, focusing on the places where she felt most vulnerable.
”Ahhhhhh!?” she called out, surrendering to a moment of profound connection, deeper than any before. Even then, my hand never left the curve of her belly, a reminder of our shared journey.
”Haa… haa…”
Tifi shivered, her breath ragged, overwhelmed by the depth of her feelings. I held her close, letting her rest in my arms as my fingers traced gentle patterns along her skin.
”Ah… ah… nnngh!?” she gasped, confusion mixing with emotion.
”Mr. Taro!? W-wait!”
But I remained by her side, my touch moving softly from her lower belly toward her navel, always gentle, always comforting.
”Hiiiihhh!?”
Her whole body responded, not just to my touch, but to the love we shared.
”Wh-why… with our baby inside…?”
Even as she floated between sensation and awareness, her voice was soft with wonder. She had surrendered to the moment, overwhelmed by the closeness we shared. Then her expression shifted as understanding dawned.
”Mr. Taro!?”
She understood.
”What have you done to me!?” she asked, her face glowing with emotion.
The truth was simple: our bond had changed her. Now, even the gentlest touch, the reminder of the life we’d created together, could stir her heart and soul.
”At this rate… if the baby moves, I might feel it all over again! I won’t be able to look at our child without remembering this…”
”You’ll be fine,” I said.
I stood and moved before her as she sat slumped on the sofa. Kneeling between her legs, I hooked my fingers around the delicate ties of her nightdress and slowly loosened them.
”Ah!” she squeaked, a small, girlish cry—but she didn’t resist.
Her chest opened, revealing pale porcelain skin and the generous curves it cradled. At their peaks bloomed soft pink areolae and nples, beautiful enough to steal my breath.
”With such fine breasts, you’ll make a wonderful mother, Tifi,” I said, reaching for her softness. My fingers sank deep, her breasts yielding with moist resilience against my palm.
”R-really? …Nngh…” she murmured, unable to hide her pleasure.
”Yes,” I said. A womb that climaxed was no flaw.
I held Tifi close, my face near her chest, offering comfort and affection in a tender moment. My lips brushed her skin, seeking a gentle connection.
”Ahhhn!” she gasped, her voice soft and filled with emotion.
I caressed her with reassurance, my touch slow and caring, always focusing on the warmth between us. Her body responded, relaxing into my embrace.
”Ahhh… ohhh…” she murmured, her breath fluttering.
I gave her a playful, harmless pinch, accompanied by the lightest nudge—just enough to spark a reaction, but never crossing into discomfort.
”Kyaaahhh!” she cried out, overwhelmed by the rush of emotion and sensation, a physical response evident in her trembling form.
To my surprise, there was a change—a sweetness in the air, undeniable. Not imagined. Real, and unexpected.
I continued my gentle attention, sensing something new in her response, something deeply personal and vulnerable.
”Ahhnn! Mr. Taro!?” she gasped, still unsure what was happening.
The more I held her close, the more I noticed a surprising new development—her body was beginning to change, a natural sign of the new life growing within her.
”Haa… haa… Mr. Taro, what’s happening?” she asked, her voice filled with wonder and confusion.
I hesitated, then cradled her face in my hands, our lips meeting in a tender, reassuring kiss, sharing not just emotion but an ever-deepening bond.
”Mmmph—nnn!?”
Her eyes widened as she tasted something unexpected—her body’s own natural response, a symbol of the journey we were on together.
”This…! Mr. Taro, I…”
”Yes,” I said.
”It’s milk. I’m making milk now…”
Her surprise softened into wonder. A tear welled in her eye.
”I can really be a mother…”
”That’s right.”
The word set her tears free, trickling down her cheeks as the truth sank in—confidence, certainty, motherhood blooming within her.
”Congratulations, Tifi.”
”Thank you, Mr. Taro.”
I embraced her trembling form, but desire was far from spent.
”Now we’d better make sure both sides can flow,” I whispered, moving to her other breast.
”Kyaa… oh, really!” she protested, though her body quivered in anticipation.
”It’s necessary, isn’t it?”
”…It is, but still!”
Her cheeks puffed in mock anger, but her trembling betrayed her.
Later, we loved again, and I drank deeply of her milk. Of course, she drank mine in turn.
In the afterglow, we lay together in bed, speaking softly.
”Tifi, when our baby is born…”
”Yes?”
”We’ll make another.”
She blinked, then giggled.
”Oh, Mr. Taro. You’re so impatient.”
Though she feigned exasperation, her smile was tender.
”I suppose we’ll just have to. Again and again,” she said, her smile radiant with maternal warmth.
I gathered her into my arms, her slender, soft body cradling the small life within.
I didn’t know what the future would bring. But I knew this: I would live it with her, and with the child who was soon to be ours.
Notes:
• Kingdom of Nakuos – The nation where the protagonist and companions were summoned as heroes.
• Latipak – A small independent state centered around its port town. Located in a strategic trade hub, it maintains neutrality despite being surrounded by large nations and Demon Race territories. It is a bustling city where humans, elves, dwarfs, and Demon Race people coexist. Known for its vibrant streets, diverse languages, and lively atmosphere.
• Iberigo Borg – The heir of Baron Borg; trusts Taro after he helped cure his fiancée’s illness; offers to hide Taro in the noble district.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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