Yelena’s face was glowing. Her cheeks were flushed a healthy, vibrant pink.

Her eyes were limpid, dreamy, unfocused, like she was seeing the world through a soft, hazy filter.

Her hair, usually immaculate, was disheveled and her clothes were rumpled, as if she had dressed in a hurry.

She was doing her best to regain her composure—smoothing her dress, tucking her hair behind her ears, adjusting her collar.

But she was failing miserably.

Fauna stared. Then she pointed.

"Yelena, why do you look like that!? You look like you just went through a storm and came out the other side." She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What exactly did you do in there?"

Yelena blinked slowly, as if surfacing from a very pleasant dream.

A satisfied, far-too-dreamy smile spread across her lips.

"Oh, I just got overwhelmed with anger." She said, her voice dripping with honey. "I started scolding Mika to the extent that I was jumping all over the place because of what he’d shown me, and my clothes got a little messy."

She waved a hand dismissively.

"He also tried to resist, of course. I had to pinch him. Give him a spanking or two. He ended up messing up my appearance as revenge, so I gave him another spanking for that."

Even as she said it, there was no anger in her voice. None at all.

Instead, it was so sweet, so syrupy, that both Nadia and Fauna felt an involuntary shiver run down their spines.

Fauna opened her mouth to ask more questions, but Yelena, who knew she couldn’t bear another inquiry, quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her toward the door.

"Mika wants to speak to you next." She said brightly, and before Fauna could protest, she shoved her inside and slammed the door shut.

—

Yelena leaned against the wall, fanning herself with her hand. Her legs were still weak. Her entire body thrummed with satisfaction.

Nadia looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

"What did Mika actually want to discuss with you?"

Yelena waved a dismissive hand.

"Oh, nothing important. Just...family matters. Future planning. The usual."

She smiled again, that same dreamy, blissful smile.

And beneath her dress, she could feel Mika’s seed slowly leaking out of her, warm and thick.

She clenched her thighs together, savoring the sensation.

Knowing that her sister was standing right beside her, completely unaware that she was full of their son’s cum—it made everything even more exciting.

She couldn’t wait to do this again.

—

Meanwhile, Fauna stumbled inside, her face already heating up.

She was angry—no, furious.

Not only had Mika played around with her disciple Cecilia right in front of her, but he had also talked to Yelena first instead of her. Yelena!

The sister she bickered with constantly, the one who always tried to act superior.

The jealousy burned in her chest. She was going to scold him. Give him a piece of her mind.

Make him understand that she was the favorite, the most important, the one who—

She saw Mika’s face.

And her anger evaporated.

He wasn’t looking at her with amusement or teasing desire like she thought.

Instead, he was looking at her with a grave expression, his eyes dark and serious.

Something was wrong and Fauna’s bravado crumbled. She hesitantly approached him, reached up, and stroked his cheek.

"W-What’s wrong, Mika? Why are you looking at me like that?" She swallowed hard. "You’re looking at me as if I did something wrong. And I should be the one who’s angry at you, you know."

Mika didn’t respond. He just stared.

Fauna grew more and more scared, her mind racing through every possible transgression she might have committed.

Had she forgotten his birthday? No. Had she said something mean about him behind his back? Never!

Her mind raced through every interaction they’d had in the past few days, searching for any possible offense.

Just as she was about to break down and apologize for everything she could think of, Mika’s gaze dropped from her face to her chest.

He stared at her breasts for a long, uncomfortable moment.

Fauna’s cheeks flushed. "Mika? What are you—"

"Fauna." His voice was low, serious. "You’re using breast pumps, aren’t you?"

She blinked. "What?"

"I asked if you’re using breast pumps."

She couldn’t lie to him. Not when he looked at her like that.

"Y-Yes." She admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Mika. I really am using breast pumps."

Mika let out a defeated sigh, rubbing his temples.

"I knew it. I just knew it."

He then looked at her with a glare that made her want to shrink.

"I already thought your breasts looked smaller than yesterday. And it didn’t make sense, because I didn’t drink your milk at all. So it seems my suspicions were correct."

He shook his head. "What a pity."

Fauna panicked. She grabbed his face, lifting his chin to meet her eyes.

"Mika, what’s wrong with using breast pumps? It’s not like I’m replacing you or anything!"

To prove her point, she grabbed her breasts and pulled them out of her clothes.

They bounced free, beautiful and swollen, her pink areolas already pebbled and tender. She shook them in his face, desperate to prove her innocence.

"It’s just that ever since Anya started refilling my breasts all the time, squeezing and playing with them..."

She blushed, thinking of her daughter using her like a stress toy.

"...they’ve been filling up constantly. And sometimes they get so full that it hurts."

"I get this itching sensation on the tips of my nipples." She squirmed. "It’s so uncomfortable that I have no choice but to use a breast pump to milk myself."

She grabbed his hands and pressed them against her breasts.

"But if you’re worried about wasting my milk, don’t be! I have bottles of it in the fridge. Bottles and bottles, just for you. You can drink it as much as you want. It’s all for you, Mika!"

She looked at him with desperate, loving eyes.

But Mika just stared at her breasts. His expression did not soften one but until flatly saying,

"I don’t like it."

Fauna blinked. "You...don’t like it?"

"These breasts are mine. Mine only. Mine to feed from." He reached out and grabbed them, squeezing firmly. "The only lips that should be sucking milk out of these breasts should be mine."

He leaned down and bit her nipple—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make a point.

"And instead, you’re using a machine. A soulless, mechanical machine. How can I possibly accept that?"

Fauna winced. "Mika, it’s not that serious—"

"It is serious." He bit her other nipple. "This is cheating."

"Cheating?!" Fauna’s voice rose. "It’s a breast pump! It’s not like I’m having an affair with a milkmaid! It’s a machine!"

"I don’t care." He buried his face between her breasts, nuzzling against her soft flesh. "In my books, this is cheating and I won’t allow it."

"I’m going to get rid of that machine and make sure to take care of your breasts myself. After all, when your son is right here by your side, you don’t need anything else."

Fauna looked down at him, snuggling into her chest, saying such cute, possessive, adorable things.

This was his way of pouting, his way of saying he wanted her all to himself.

Her heart melted.

All her anger, all her jealousy, all her frustration—gone. Swept away by the sight of her son burying his face in her breasts like a needy kitten.

She petted his hair, stroking it gently.

"I’m sorry, Mika. I didn’t know you felt that way."

She pulled him up, cupping his face in her hands.

"I promise, from here onwards, I will never use a machine again. I’ll go home and break every single one. Throw them in the trash."

She grabbed her breasts and slapped them against his face.

"These breasts belong only to you, my baby boy. Only my son can suck on them. No one else."

As if to prove her point, her nipples let out a small spray of milk, splattering across Mika’s face.

He licked it off.

He wanted to dive in right there, to start drinking, to suckle, to lose himself in her warmth.

But something else needed to be done first.

A test.

A question.

He looked up at her. "I’m still angry, Fauna. Angry at you for what you’ve done. I want you to do something for me. To appease my anger."

Fauna’s expression instantly shifted to one of adoring indulgence.

"Of course, darling. Ask anything in the world, and I’ll give it to you!"

Mika pulled her closer until his face was enveloped in her breasts. He looked up at her with an adoring gaze and he finally said,

"Then...can I fill you up with my semen?"

Fauna’s breath caught.

"Can I fill your womb with my baby seed? Make you pregnant?"

He started kissing her breasts and then went on to explain,

"You see, I’ve been drinking your milk all this time, but it’s not really yours, is it? It’s Anya’s creation. She’s been helping you produce it, maintaining it. It’s artificial."

He looked up at her, his eyes pleading.

"But I want the authentic product, Fauna. I want to drink milk that comes from your body because of me. Because of what I’ve done to you."

He pressed his lips to her skin.

"So can I? Can I impregnate you? Fill you up with my seed?"

Fauna didn’t know what to say to this absurd request that came out of nowhere.

Part of her, a large, loud, overwhelming part was screaming,

YES. YES, YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES. LET YOUR SON DO IT. LET HIM TAKE YOUR BODY. LET HIM FILL YOU UP.

It was her biggest desire, her deepest fantasy, the thing she dreamed about at night when she was alone.

But another part, smaller, quieter, but insistent whispered,

He’s your son. You can do whatever you want with him. You can let him touch you, kiss you, drink your milk.

But this? This is too far. This is the point of no return.

The two sides warred inside her. She stammered.

"Mika, I...um...about that...I don’t know...I..."

She couldn’t find the words. Her face was on fire.

Mika watched her struggle...and let out a sigh.

He had expected this.

He knew Fauna would do anything dirty with him—she was absolutely smitten, head over heels, completely his.

But when it came to the final step, the last line, she still hesitated. She couldn’t go beyond it.

She was afraid of what would happen to their relationship, afraid of crossing a boundary that could never be uncrossed.

That was why, despite all their intimate sessions, he hadn’t been able to do more. She was willing, eager even—but not yet ready.

But he wasn’t sad or disappointed. He understood and had a plan to break through that barrier.

And that plan involved Anya.

But that was for later.

For now, he looked down at her breasts and smiled.

"Actually, you know what? Forget that for now. I was just joking."

She blinked.

"Right now, I just want to focus on these beautiful breasts of yours."

He grabbed them, squeezed them, and a thick stream of milk squirted out, landing on his chest.

"And you know..." Mika said as he stared at her swollen areolas. "...even though I told you they got smaller, it seems like just in these few seconds they’ve grown even bigger."

"I think you may need to be milked right now."

Mika looked at her cute, flustered face.

"Isn’t that right, Fauna? Don’t you want your son to milk you right now?"

"Don’t you want me to grab onto these sweet little nipples and squeeze them so hard that all the milk comes pouring out?"

Fauna looked at him with hearts in her eyes.

"Yes, Mika♡~" She breathed. "Milk me—milk your mommy!♡~ Make your mommy feel good!♡~ Suck her breasts!♡~"

"It’s all for you!♡~"