Chapter 279 - Wife is a Milk Server
Chloe and I worked together to bury Romeo's corpse and built a simple grave for him.
Our coordinated teamwork made me feel a genuine bond between parent and child.
However, the moment we started discussing how to handle Aurora, we immediately broke into a fight.
That bond went flying off beyond the horizon.
There wasn't a trace left.
"Lord Father is being weird..."
Chloe appeals with a tearful voice. She has no objection to taking in Aurora, but she absolutely will not recognize—refuses to recognize—any agreements regarding breast milk and such; because the only nipples Lord Father is allowed to suck on are mine.
I feel that a father sucking on his biological daughter's breasts warrants the death penalty, but to Chloe, it seems to be a perfectly normal act.
"I've got no interest in your body...!"
"How can you say that!? Is that really what a father says!?"
"I think that's a very fatherly way of speaking. Where else would you find a father blathering about how interested he is in his daughter's body?"
"Have interest! Especially in my chest!"
"Why?"
As told, I turn my gaze toward Chloe's palm-sized breasts.
"I've lived my whole life with the sole joy of providing breast milk care to Lord Father in the future...!"
"What the hell is 'breast milk care'?"
Chloe speaks of a future plan that she likely just made up on the spot.
"Literally, I'm going to care for you in your old age with breast milk. Even if you lose all your teeth, you can still drink milk, right? That's why, once Lord Father becomes a bedridden old man, I plan to ravish you every year and get pregnant. That way, I can always give you milk."
A daughter who proposes her own breast milk as the primary candidate for liquid food for nursing care. I'm having trouble deciding if she's being devoted or if she's insane... no, that's not right. This is nothing but madness.
Actually, considering the lifespan of a Homunculus, you'll die before I even become an old man—that poignant retort is pushed out of my mind, and we continue our helpless parent-child quarrel.
As for Aurora, she watched our exchange while clutching her chest.
"Anyway! Lord Father drinking Aurora's breasts is absolutely, absolutely, abso-lutely forbidden! That girl should stay in her Dragon form forever! Then she won't have any milk leakage, right!?"
"She won't be able to enter the house in Wyvern form. Above all, it'll cause a massive uproar in town."
"Let the commoners uproar all they want! It's a country that's going to be destroyed by the flames of war soon anyway!"
"Are you actually serious right now?"
"I'm serious. But it's okay, because I'll take advantage of the post-war chaos and enthrone Lord Father as the Emperor of Japan. More importantly, right now it's about Aurora. Jeez, you derail the conversation so fast!"
"What do you mean 'more importantly'!? I just heard an incredibly evil plan!? This isn't the time to be puffing out your cheeks cutely!?"
Is this girl actually the most dangerous one?
If an army of thousands or tens of thousands of clones like this invades... won't they all launch a reverse rape the moment they make eye contact with me?
While feeling a headache from the ominous future, I somehow finished soothing Chloe and began preparations to descend the mountain.
It was on foot going up, but on the way down, we have the means of a Wyvern.
"Wife, could you turn back into a Dragon and carry us once?"
"..."
"Wife?"
Aurora places a hand to her mouth and lowers her eyes apologetically.
"I desperately wish to fly, but..."
"Is there some inconvenience?"
"..."
"W-Wife!?"
The Dragon widow places her hands on the hem of her mourning clothes and—smoothly pulls them up, into a posture that flaunts her thighs.
"That's bad, Wife! Not in front of your daughter...!"
"No, it is not that I am seducing you."
Because she pleaded with a feverish voice, saying, Please, look closely, I thought, Alright, I've got a righteous excuse! and stared intently... and I could see a white liquid trickling down from Aurora's inner thighs.
The sight of several milky-white lines running down her plump legs was nothing short of obscene.
"Could this liquid be..."
"Yes. It seems some breast milk has leaked."
Surely, things are soaking wet beneath her clothes.
Even though we are several dozen centimeters apart, a milky scent wafts through the air, and I should assume that everything from her chest down is covered in breast milk.
"I am at my limit. My breasts are engorged, and I feel as though I cannot fly at all. In fact, at this rate, I will struggle even to walk..."
I beg of you, Aurora clings to me with teary eyes.
"Please, could you please suck the milk out...?"
"H-How many liters would be okay?"
"Will you drink it in liter increments?"
Aurora's smile saying Nakamoto-sama is so reliable and Chloe's descent into madness happened almost simultaneously.
"The only breasts Lord Father is allowed to drink are mine!"—while sobbing, she dragged Aurora into the bushes and disappeared from my sight.
Since the sound of chuba-chuba was echoing through the forest, I had a pretty good idea of what they were doing. Instinctively realizing that I probably shouldn't be watching, I remained waiting right there.
Ten minutes later.
Emerging from the bushes were Chloe, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief, and Aurora, with a strangely refreshed expression.
"How could you two women..."
Chloe rubs her stomach while letting out a small, low groan of "Uuugh..."
"My stomach is sloshing... I feel like I'm going to throw up..."
"I acknowledge Master's effort, but I believe that amount was too much for a young girl's stomach."
Aurora laughs, placing a hand to her cheek. Her skin is glowing and lustrous, with a nursing face that looks as if a demon has been exorcised from her. She doesn't forget to send me a tantalizing sidelong glance while I stand there in a daze, revealing her shrewdness.
"Master handled it this time, but from tomorrow onward, I intend to rely on Nakamoto-sama."
"...Uuu..."
Chloe crouches on the ground, looking down and saying, "Taking a little break."
In that instant, as if she had been waiting for this, Aurora rushed to my side and traced my lower lip with her fingertip.
"Wife!?"
"Shh..." Aurora whispers, placing her index finger to her lips.
"What I just applied is my milk."
Please savor it quietly so Master does not notice... she tells me in a voice filled with the characteristic benevolence of the nursing period.
Even though she has just lost her husband, what is with this tranquility?
Surely, oxytocin must be gushing out.
Oxytocin is a hormone that provides mothers of newborns with feelings of happiness and ecstasy, and also works to eject produced breast milk; personally, I think it should be administered casually to all women like a supplement.
As I lick my lips while indulging in such mad-doctor-like delusions, a sweet, mellow, yet maternal and nostalgic taste rolled across my tongue.
"...!"
On my tongue, the very concept of "Mother" is tossing and turning.
Wait, this is your mom!? It's gotta be your older sister, right!?—A mother who looks so young that her classmates envy her is breathing softly on a sofa. That sofa is my tongue.
Such... such delicious Mama-flavored milk... the first press of Young Wife... am I to be forced to drink this every single day from now on...?
"Did you enjoy it?"
It couldn't have been my imagination that I felt an irresistible magical power in Aurora's mischievously smiling eyes...