It's really fun today.
Though he'd been with Mrs. Natsumi and Yui before—the three of them together—this time was different. The nude apron play was especially exciting.
And most people couldn't replicate that feeling. Young wives like Obata Natsumi had a unique appeal.
Not just the kitchen—living room, hallway, entrance, stairs. Everywhere bore traces of their passion. Sofa, table, even during meals. Every moment, every place, thick with their scent.
Those surging releases, those powerful thrusts—Mrs. Natsumi experienced cloud-nine countless times. Climax after climax under Mu Xiaoxiao.
Late at night...
In Mrs. Natsumi's bedroom, three lay in bed. This had become their exclusive space. The cuckoo truly claimed the nest. Yui-senpai rarely slept in her own room anymore.
Whenever Mu Xiaoxiao came, she'd be here. After all, mother and daughter together...
"Um..."
Exhausted, Yui nestled on his left side. Naked, only a thin blanket. Delicate skin exposed—dimly visible in darkness.
She slept soundly, arm around his neck, head on his shoulder. Lips occasionally smacking. Mrs. Natsumi on his other side, same pose. Love marks covering her body.
This young wife, remade in his image, held his arm, sleeping deeply. Too tired. Though a wife in her prime, especially rejuvenated—
She still couldn't match his strength.
Both women were satisfied. Both too exhausted to move.
Mu Xiaoxiao wasn't asleep. He checked his status window.
[Strength]: 20
[Agility]: 20
[Wisdom]: 50
[Physique]: 20
[♡]: 50
He'd accumulated quite a bit. Attributes improved. He'd held back on spending hearts—current stats were sufficient. Except mental strength.
No help for it. [Time] was too powerful. Never enough mental energy.
"Time for new skills." He'd been studying the panel. Found one he loved. Plenty in common skills.
But one in particular caught his eye.
Among special skills, there was an interesting one.
[Holy Milk]: Absorbs women's holy milk. Magical effects.
Simple description. Seemed useless. But 20 hearts?!
That meant it wasn't simple. Maybe not on par with [Absolute Control] , but definitely not weak.
"With this, I can suck women's breasts... even pure girls, even if they're not nursing. Not breast milk—holy milk."
Holding mother and daughter, he murmured. Palms on Mrs. Natsumi's breasts, rubbing. White flesh marked by his hands. Shaped however he wanted.
What kind of holy milk would such perfect breasts produce?
Curious.
"Bought."
Twenty hearts spent. Thirty left. After thought, he focused on [Wisdom] . He sensed that while current heroines were ordinary, supernatural ones might appear. Obata mother-daughter came from hypnosis hentai, after all.
High Wisdom meant resistance to hypnosis. Plus, strong mental energy for [Time] .
"Huh. Really unbalanced." Wisdom at 80 now. Strength and Agility only 20. Definitely skewed.
But the clarity in his mind, the power in his body—these points were worth it. His thinking was sharper.
New ability excited him more than stats. What would [Holy Milk] actually do?
He'd gained it, but felt no change. Could he really suck holy milk?
Closing the window, he glanced at moonlight. At the sleeping women. Gently freed Yui's arm. Moved toward Mrs. Natsumi.
Her plump breasts, sweet-scented, right there. Licked and sucked countless times. Transformed by him. Strawberry tips red and inviting.
He did what came naturally.
But this time—
"Chew... Zi, um."
Gulp.
Damn—it worked!
A thought, activating [Holy Milk] , and it flowed. The taste... not like dairy. More like sweet nectar.
Delicious.
Effects?
Couldn't tell yet. Might need more. Definitely more than a simple drink.
"Nggghh..."
Mrs. Natsumi stirred. Moaned softly as he sucked. Instinctively hugged his head, pulling him closer. He suckled, then released the ability.
Didn't want to overdo it—worried about effects on her.
Without the ability, he could still play. Bit the strawberry a while longer. Then glanced at Yui. Wondered how her holy milk compared.
'Hiss. Looking forward to it.'
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Sunlight streamed through the curtains. Morning. Obata Yui didn't wake naturally—something disturbed her.
Someone moving...
"Hmm, Xiaoxiao?"
Hands on her body, touching her chest—only him.
She opened her eyes groggily. There he was, pressed against her. Felt his weight, the wetness on her chest. "Ugh... licking my breasts again? Pervert."
She woke more, hand on his head. Fingers through his hair, pressing him closer. "Xiaoxiao, why so early—Eh?"
Something felt wrong.
He loved licking her breasts, sucking her pink tips. She was used to it. But this time... milk?!
Obata Yui froze. She clearly saw milk flowing from her chest. Shocked.
"I... Xiaoxiao, is that my milk? Am I pregnant?!"
Mu Xiaoxiao: "..."
Beside them, Mrs. Natsumi woke. Stared at the scene. Dumbfounded.