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Chapter 16: Milking Training
A large, wide-mouthed bowl was set in the center as mother and son sat facing each other in silence, locking eyes.
Soon, Millie removed the cloth covering her chest, exposing her breasts to Milk. Although he saw them every day while nursing, today they somehow looked even more appetizing.
Unable to bear it, Milk turned his head away, but Millie chuckled and spoke:
"Son are you embarrassed? You see Mom's breasts every day, so why turn away now?"
She had a point. He saw them every day. Realizing that acting awkward would only make things weirder, Milk turned back and looked at her breasts directly.
They were always beautiful and enticing perfectly shaped, firm, and never sagging, perhaps because she wasn't human.
Unlike women on Earth, who needed bras to support large breasts, Holstaurus women's chests kept their shape naturally, standing out like missiles.
The nipples were thick, the areolas just the right size, and the weight was satisfying, yet the feel was so soft and pleasant that touching them was pure happiness.
Not to brag about his own mother, but in Milk's opinion, Millie's breasts were the best.
As Milk stared at her chest, this time it was Millie who blushed under his gaze.
'What am I doing... Why am I like this with my son watching... Am I seeing him as a man because of the ejaculation I saw this morning? Ugh... his gaze is so intense it tickles my nipples... What do I do...'
Though she had asked for this, Millie found herself squirming, her chest trembling as she became more aware of Milk as a man.
Milk, seeing this, was shocked inside.
'Yikes! How does she make them jiggle like that? Amazing...'
[If you look at Millie's breasts for one more minute, your lifespan will increase by 10 hours.]
'Just looking is good for your health, huh...'
After a while, the silence was broken surprisingly, by Milk. He reached out and gently grasped Millie's breast.
"Mom, your breasts are pretty."
"Uh, huh!? H-haha thank you, Milk. Oh, I'm embarrassed "
Though she'd felt his touch daily during nursing, for some reason her heart now pounded, and his touch felt even more vivid.
Without his mouth on her nipple, she could feel his hands even more clearly, making her heart race.
"Ahem! So, Milk, do you see the bowl in front of you?"
"Yes."
"We need to fill it with Mom's milk. But I can't do it alone, so you'll have to knead my breasts and help me express the milk do you understand?"
"I understand, Mom. But I've never done this before, so if it hurts, please tell me, okay?"
"Of course. But you'll need to squeeze a bit hard, or the milk won't come out."
"Okay "
Following her instructions, Milk started by gently kneading her breast. A little milk began to bead at her nipple.
'Should I squeeze harder?'
[Yes. Instead of just kneading, press from deep inside toward the end, squeezing as you go. Think of milking a cow.]
'I've never done that before, though.'
He'd only ever pressed or kneaded to help the milk flow while nursing, never actually expressed milk before.
Still, Ru's advice was clear. So, Milk slid his hands deep into Millie's breast, then pressed downward, squeezing as he went.
"Mm!"
With a pleasant sound from Millie, milk streamed into the large-mouthed jar. Not a lot, but he was getting the hang of it.
'It's hard with one hand. I should use both hands on one breast.'
Milk changed his approach, using both hands to squeeze Millie's right breast from both sides toward the center.
"Hyaang!"
Even without much force, milk spurted from her nipple in streams.
'This is it!'
Maintaining that grip, he pressed from deep inside to the end, and milk gushed into the jar, filling it steadily.
'Ah, amazing! He's really good at this. He fumbled at first, but picked it up quickly. Ah! So much milk is coming out it feels great!'
Milk was so focused on milking that he didn't notice Millie's expression her eyes glazed over, mouth open, breathing ragged from the pleasure of being milked.
After filling half the jar from her right breast, he switched to her left, using the same technique.
"Mmgh!"
Millie unconsciously stifled a moan with her hand. The sensation was so good, she'd long forgotten this was supposed to be educational.
'No... I can't... I'm getting turned on while my son is milking me... This is too indecent... No, Millie... You can't...'
She tried to steel herself, but it was no use. The way he squeezed from top to bottom was so satisfying, her chest trembled with pleasure.
With the left breast, he filled the jar to the top. When Milk let go, Millie's legs gave out and she fell backward, landing on her butt.
"Ugh!"
"Mom!"
Milk rushed over, put a hand on her back, and helped her up. Coming to her senses, Millie smiled at him.
"Did I scare you? Sorry, son. I guess it's been so long I lost strength in my legs. I'm okay."
She placed a hand on his head, patted him to calm him, and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.
[Achievement quest complete. You have earned 20 body enhancement points. Because Millie was satisfied during milking, you receive an additional reward.]
'An extra reward?'
[You have earned the title "Grade 1 Milking Technician." In the future, women you milk will gain favorability faster, and you'll be able to extract more and better milk.]
'No! I don't need that!'
Just milking Millie had taken all his mental focus not to be overwhelmed, and now he had an official title for it what a fate.
But what's done is done. Milk had to accept reality. Ru offered some comfort.
[It's easier if you just accept it.]
'Ugh!'
Thus, the milking session ended, making mother and son a little closer. Milk gained an unwanted title, and Millie confirmed her son's milking talent.
It was just past lunchtime. Millie closed the jar of milk and got up to leave the house.
When Milk opened the door for her, she thanked him and stepped outside. Milk followed.
"I'm going to see your father with this. Do you want to come, Milk?"
"Dad?"
He realized he hadn't seen his father in a while. He remembered meeting Honkale only once as a baby, and that he should visit when he had time.
Honkale didn't dislike Milk he doted on and loved him, almost like a father obsessed with his daughter.
As chief, Honkale was always busy, unable to visit often, and as the head of the tribe, he had to care for everyone equally every woman was his wife or child.
He did visit from time to time, spending nights with different women, and when he visited Millie and Milk's house, Milk met him for the first time.
He looked like a Holstaurus boy, just about 20 cm taller than Milk so only about 110 cm tall.
His personality was playful and cheerful. He got along well with Milk, and when they met, they behaved like brothers or friends.
"I'll go "
"Will you? Then lock up and follow me."
"Okay "
Locking up just meant closing the door so no one could see inside. Holstaurus weren't greedy, so there was no need to worry about theft.
Any external threats were handled by the tribe's warrior women guarding the village gates, so Milk and Millie didn't need to worry.
Following Millie, Milk crossed the central square to a large wooden building the chief's residence.
As they approached, two intimidating Holstaurus warrior women, wielding massive double-bladed axes, greeted Milk loudly.
"Welcome, young master!!!"
"Welcome, young master!!!"
'Wow they're loud...'
Though they looked blunt, those women were the chief's guards, responsible for Honkale's safety.
"Honkale is waiting for you, Millie. He'll be happy to see you brought the young master."
"Thank you. We'll go in."
Millie greeted the guards politely, even though she outranked them only because she bore a son.
Warriors who protected the tribe ranked above ordinary women. If Millie hadn't borne Milk, she'd remain below them.
She never flaunted her status and treated all women as equals, except for one.
As Millie and Milk entered, a woman with a cold smile approached.
"You look well, Millie. How have you been?"
Her voice was icy, making both Milk and Millie tense as they looked at her.
"Ella. Sister..."
Ella was the tribe's "great mother" Honkale's first wife.
She was the first woman Honkale touched and the first to bear him a son.
Some might wonder: If she bore the first son, why is Milk next in line for chief?
The answer is simple: Ella's son, Orca, was already dead. She was both the first to bear a son and the first to lose one.
Male Holstaurus are not only rare but frail. Milk had Ru as a guide and the blessing of a god, but other boys often didn't survive to adulthood.
Some died suddenly in their sleep; others collapsed and died while walking. Young boys were fragile.
Coincidentally, Ella's son Orca died the day Milk was born he suffered from fever and pain and died as Milk was born.
A boy born the day her own son died of course, Ella couldn't look kindly on Milk.
Still
"Hello, great mother."
Milk never treated her coldly. In a tribe where everyone was family, making enemies was only a hassle.
Ella's eyes grew icy as she looked at Milk, frowning and glaring at the back of his head as he greeted her.
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