Chapter 50: Rafilia-san’s Breast Milk Bursts Forth and Lucia Squats on the Desk

Masaharu summons Lucia (who appears naked). Lucia says she cannot directly cure Kemolori (the beastkin child) because of compatibility issues with the poison. She then summons the Holy God Lalmu by using Rafilia as a vessel.

Lalmu possesses Rafilia’s body. She explains that the poison is designed to be deadly to beastkin but harmless to humans, so normal healing magic won’t work. The proposed solution is to expel the poison through urination.

Masaharu tries to make the severely weakened Kemolori urinate. When she can’t, he stimulates her genital area with his fingers and then licks it with his tongue to try to induce urination.

During the possession, Lucia slaps Rafilia’s (possessed) large breasts, and later Rafilia’s body begins lactating heavily (milk spraying). The god eventually leaves, Rafilia collapses unconscious, and the Chapter ends with Masaharu becoming aroused by the situation and considering sexually stimulating Rafilia further (sucking her breasts) to enter "sage mode" so he can think of a solution for Kemolori.

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To enter Sage Mode, I take off my long robe.

The cold air after sunset brushes against my erect cock.

The only light sources in the room are four candles, so visibility is poor. Fortunately, I have a fully naked Lucia and Rafilia-san, who is unconscious and spraying breast milk, so I won’t lack material.

I need to hurry up and masturbate to reach Sage Mode.

Will the kemololi’s stamina run out first, or will I cum first?

I grab the hem of Rafilia-san’s habit.

"Wait. Masaharu. There’s no time to jerk off."

Just as Lucia said, there probably isn’t time to undress Rafilia-san.

Because I had lowered my hips to try removing Rafilia-san’s habit, when I turn around, Lucia’s childish vertical slit is exactly at eye level.

If I licked that immature slit while stroking my cock, I’d probably cum immediately. Unfortunately, since Lucia just got out of the magma bath, she’s too clean — it halves the eroticism!

Despite her young-looking body, Lucia’s mysterious curves put her in the "too beautiful to fap to" territory.

"If we stay like this, the kemololi is in danger. We need to open her urethra quickly and let her pee."

"It’s a skill."

"Huh?"

"Use your Wind Pressure Masturbation, Masaharu."

"Wind Pressure Masturbation?"

"Remember when you spread my asshole open."

"When I spread Lucia’s asshole...?"

That’s right. I can use the skill Wind Pressure Masturbation, which wraps an invisible tornado around my erect cock. I once used it to pry open Dragon-form Lucia’s asshole.

Right now, I’m fully erect from touching Rafilia-san’s breasts earlier, and staring at Lucia’s slit is keeping me hard, so the activation conditions are met.

But——.

The tornado created by Wind Pressure Masturbation is thicker than my cock.

"It won’t work. I can’t use it on the kemololi’s urethra. The size difference is too big. There’s no way it’ll fit inside her urethra!"

Besides, even though I used an orc’s club last time, my Wind Pressure Masturbation has enough power to open a dragon’s asshole. If I use something that powerful on such a tiny beastman that I can hold completely in both arms, I might seriously injure her.

"It’s okay. Watch."

Lucia jumps onto the desk and squats down as if she’s about to pee.

The only thing you do in a peeing position is pee, but it was so sudden that my reaction was delayed.

"Lucia?"

"Nn..."

Lucia’s cheeks flush slightly as she lets out a short moan.

*Choro...*

A beautiful arc stretches out from between Lucia’s legs — a sparkling liquid mixed with silver and gold.

The liquid hits the floor and splashes with a *pacha pacha* sound.

A fresh, sweet scent fills the air, as if the room had turned into a paradise.

I don’t understand Lucia’s intention, but she wouldn’t do something meaningless.

I have no choice but to drink it. I try to move in front of her, but——

"No. Watch from the side..."

"Huh? From the side? From the side I can enjoy the beauty of the arc, but I won’t be able to see the urethra or her piss-soaked pussy."

Plus, I won’t be able to drink it or get it on my face. What a waste.

In medieval times they stored urine to tan leather or used it as fertilizer in fields. In this world’s values that might be normal, but letting a beautiful girl’s piss flow right in front of me is an even bigger waste — sexually speaking.

"No! Look!"

"B-but..."

"Nn... Here..."

"Huh?"

*Shaaaaaaa——*

Illuminated by the candlelight, Lucia’s urine splits.

The beautiful spiral of piss, which seemed to contain the very mystery of life, suddenly forks into two streams — a thick one and a thin one.

Piss splitting is a normal phenomenon. Even I sometimes see my own stream split when I look down. So girls’ piss can split too.

Was this what Lucia wanted to show me?

What does it matter that her piss split?

...Wait a second.

"I-I see...!"

"That’s right."

"Lucia’s piss has a detoxifying effect!"

"No, that’s not it... Split your Wind Pressure Masturbation into two streams."

"Split the Wind Pressure Masturbation...? Oh, so that’s what you meant!"

Because of the nature of my skill — wrapping a tornado around the shaft — it inevitably becomes thicker than my erect cock. But if I split the tornado like Lucia split her piss, I can create pseudo-thin tornados. That’s how I’ll pry open the kemololi’s urethra!

Splitting the tornado will require delicate cock-control technique, but when it comes to experience playing with my dick, I yield to no one!

I’ll do it!

Lucia sits her ass on the desk and holds the kemololi in her arms.

"Aim for my pussy. Adjust it so the thinner branch hits the kemololi’s urethra."

"Got it. Thank you."

Lucia covers the kemololi’s crotch with both hands. The urethra is visible through the gaps in her fingers. If it’s Lucia’s hands, even if the Wind Pressure Masturbation hits them, it probably won’t cause injury.

I focus my mind on my crotch and activate the skill.

"Wind Pressure Masturbation!"

*Gooo!*

A circular wind is born at the base of my shaft. My pubes, whipped by the gust, stand up like a lion’s mane.

The wind rapidly grows stronger, wrapping around my shaft like a great serpent climbing a tree. Soon it gains power and turns into a full tornado centered on my cock.

*Rattle rattle rattle!*

The walls creak from the pressure and the candle flames flicker.

The power is more than enough.

But this won’t do. It’s too strong and the diameter is way too big. A tornado this huge, shaped like a giant triangular cone, has no use other than sending it as a self-portrait to a boiled-egg webcomic artist.

I need to compress it.

I visualize the tornado shrinking in my mind. The tornado’s diameter begins to shrink. Since the total energy remains the same, the wind speed at the center increases dramatically.

*Ugh...*

My shaft is squeezed by terrifying pressure.

The tornado grips my cock with the strength of a super-tight pocket pussy wrapped in multiple layers of giant rubber bands used to close bonus magazines.

"Ugh... ah... What insane tightness... S-split..."

I wonder if it’s possible to intentionally make your piss stream into one or two lines.

Whenever it split before, it was always by accident.

I have no idea how often it actually happens.

Honestly, you don’t really pay attention to what your own piss looks like.

I don’t remember exactly when, but at some point I started sitting down to pee on Western-style toilets. Ever since then, I stopped caring much about how my urine looked.

You only really notice the volume, force, and shape when using a urinal at a public place or shopping mall, because you’re trying to aim inside the bowl.

"It’s okay, Masaharu. Believe in yourself."

"Lucia..."

For a brief moment, a sweet, rich fragrance tickled my nose.

It was the smell of Lucia’s piss. It seemed some had flowed through the gaps in the floorboards and disappeared, so there was no liquid left. But the scent remained, gently enveloping me like a breeze blowing through a flower field.

That’s right. Lucia had just demonstrated it right in front of me. She had intentionally split her piss stream.

There’s no difference between human and god when it comes to piss control. I should be able to do it too!

Based on the position and shape of cock versus pussy, men should be better at urine control!

What is the body part that a man holds the most in his life? It’s obviously his cock!

"Thank you, Lucia. I’ll do it! Uoooooh!"

I concentrate, willing the tornado to split. If imagination can change the effect of skills and magic, then it should be possible!

Lucia’s split piss is still vivid in my memory!

*Ugh...*

It’s almost splitting...!

*Twitch...!*

Several pubes sucked into the tornado are torn off.

The pain made my hips pull back slightly, and at that exact moment, I realize I accidentally succeeded in adjusting the power through injury. So that was the sensation!

"Split alreadyy!!"

*Bi!*

*Bibibi...!*

I did it!

The tornado split into two streams.

*Ugh... Ah...*

An overwhelming pressure threatens to crush my glans. On top of that, the complex turbulence created by the two tornados causes the wind direction around my glans to constantly change, stimulating me from every angle.

The tornado is compressed until it’s the same thickness as my shaft. My entire cock feels intense pain, but at the same time, the pleasure from the wind rotating around my glans is incredible.

The mixture of excruciating pain and pleasure is driving me insane.

But the real challenge starts now!

Kemololi, just wait. I’ll open up your urethra!