"Let go."
In Isabella's arms, Dahlia's small voice rang out.
"No." Isabella refused Dahlia's request, and held Dahlia until she was sure she wouldn't try to escape again.
"Please..."
Dahlia's pleas rang out again, this time clearer and more quivering.
"Dahlia?" Isabella loosened her grip slightly and looked at Dahlia.
"Let me go!"
Isabella slowly released Dahlia from her embrace and saw that her back was to her.
"Why... are you doing this?"
Isabella was a little confused by Dahlia's question. She hadn't been involved with other caregivers before, and had only recently become involved with their current plan.
She understood that being breastfed seemed strange at Dahlia's age, but Dahlia's reaction seemed excessive.
"Could she have known our intentions? No, even if she had, she couldn't possibly have known the real reason. These people here are too clever to let their plans slip."
Isabella moved in front of Dahlia and bowed slightly. "I heard you've been sad lately, so I came to try and cheer you up."
"Everyone says the same thing... but you're just bothering me!"
When Dahlia turned to her, Isabella was surprised to see Dahlia's eyes welling up with tears.
"W-we just wanted you to be happy again."
"But you just made me even sadder!"
Dahlia's high-pitched voice trembled, sending shivers down Isabella's spine.
"One day... I was hungry, and Mama was breastfeeding me. Since Mama started breastfeeding me again, she seemed more tired... but she still continued to breastfeed me. It was a moment of comfort I could share with Mama in such a difficult situation. And that moment of comfort... was also the last time I saw Mama."
Dahlia's voice slowly grew weaker and began to sound hoarse.
"All this time, I've been trying to hold on and stay strong. Then why... are you making me relive all those moments?"
"We did what was right."
"But I didn't want any of that!"
Isabella's expression remained calm. She seemed unaffected by Dahlia's story.
After a few moments of silence, Isabella sat on the floor and extended her hand to Dahlia.
Dahlia didn't respond, instead turning her back to Isabella.
For several minutes, Dahlia continued to ignore Isabella, hoping she would give up. But Isabella remained steadfast and tirelessly extended her hand.
Dahlia stared at Isabella for a few moments before trying to accept Isabella's offer.
Her hand slowly moved to touch Isabella's.
As their hands touched, Dahlia vaguely saw a change in Isabella's face.
Isabella then pulled her hand away, bringing herself closer, and then falling into Isabella's lap.
Dahlia was slightly startled by the sudden intimacy.
As she tried to move, Dahlia felt a gentle caress on her head, one that kept her from moving away.
Dahlia tried to feel Isabella's embrace. It felt very different from her mother's, but she found it strangely comfortable.
Dahlia looked at Isabella's expressionless face. But even though Isabella's expression remained blank, she could sense her deep concern.
Then, surprisingly, Isabella kissed her forehead and smiled slightly.
Isabella was a stranger, and they had fought. So why didn't she reject Isabella's affection?
For a few moments, Dahlia continued to sit on Isabella's lap, enjoying the embrace.
Once she felt comfortable, Isabella stopped hugging Dahlia and began to pull out both of her breasts.
"Do you still want to do this?" Dahlia asked, complicated and a little reluctant.
Isabella didn't answer, but simply gently brought Dahlia's head closer.
Dahlia looked at one of Isabella's breasts where she had scratched. "Sorry."
"It's okay."
Reluctantly, Dahlia opened her mouth and gently bit Isabella's nipple.
Dahlia then tried to feel the texture of her mother's nipple, which was smaller than her mother's, and began to suckle.
When the first stream of milk came out, it sprayed the inside of her mouth forcefully. But even though it sprayed forcefully, the flow wasn't as strong as her mother's, so Dahlia didn't overfill her mouth or choke.
Dahlia really didn't want to do it, but before she could think, her mouth had already swallowed Isabella's milk several times.
The milk wasn't as sweet as her mother's, but that didn't mean it was worse; in fact, it was slightly better.
Isabella's milk was slightly sour, refreshing, and tastier than her mother's. So, feeling awkward, Dahlia continued to suckle.
As Dahlia nursed, Isabella hummed, occasionally stroking her back.
A few minutes later, Isabella's breast was empty.
Dahlia looked at Isabella with a little embarrassment, wanting to nurse again. But before Dahlia could ask, Isabella offered her other breast.
This time, Dahlia felt more awkward, but she suckled eagerly.
On one hand, she wanted to end it quickly. On the other, she wanted to savor it longer.
Isabella wasn't her mother, and her milk tasted different from hers. But they had one thing in common: they provided comfort and genuine affection.
After Dahlia finished nursing, she got off her lap and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Isabella's large breasts, previously firm and firm, were now soft and saggy, as the milk had been used up. A mucus from a mixture of leftover milk and saliva was visible on both nipples.
Dahlia quickly pretended not to notice, as if it wasn't her fault.
Dahlia glanced at Isabella as she cleaned her nipples and put her dress back on. "Isn't she mad?"
Isabella slowly stood up and headed for the door.
"Hey, want to go for a walk?"
Dahlia had been forbidden to leave her room or wander around, so she hesitated to go with Isabella.
She wanted to voice her concerns, but couldn't because Isabella's hand was already on hers when she instinctively accepted it before thinking.
"Isabel, what are you doing?!"
As they walked out, Dahlia saw a woman approaching them.
"Anyone would get bored if they were stuck in their room all the time... And they want her to stay out of trouble? Seriously. She's not an adult who can be in a confined space with a computer for days without losing her mind. So get out of my way!"
Isabella pushed her friend aside and continued leading Dahlia away.
Along the way, Dahlia noticed several guards staring at her.
Unlike the previous days, this time they didn't stop her and let her pass.
A few moments later, the two of them arrived in front of a large door.
When the door opened, a bright light immediately blinded her.
Dahlia quickly adjusted to the bright light and tried to see what was behind the door.
Before them was a large garden filled with a variety of plants and flowers she hadn't seen before.