Next day, Tyler woke up to the familiar sounds of the forest stirring to life. Sunlight filtered gently through the window, casting warm patterns across the wooden floor. He stretched his arms, feeling refreshed, and quickly got up with a clear goal in mind. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

I should plant some seeds today, he thought. Easy EXP.

Just as he was about to take his first step outside, someone blocked his way.

Actually — two someones.

Tyler stopped.

Chole stood behind, hands folded calmly, wearing a gentle smile that gave away nothing. In front of her stood Kristina, holding a cup with both hands. Her fingers were tense around it, and her expression was unmistakably nervous.

Tyler blinked in surprise.

Normally, Chole was the one who handed him a cup.

Today, it was Kristina.

"...Morning?" Tyler said uncertainly.

Kristina hesitated for a second, then extended the cup toward him.

"P-Please. Moe."

Tyler took it without thinking too much about it. The warmth of the cup seeped into his palms.

He raised it and drank.

The moment the liquid touched his tongue, Tyler froze.

His eyes widened.

The taste was... different. Cleaner. Richer. There was a softness to it, yet it felt strangely full, almost comforting. It wasn’t just milk— it felt alive in a way he couldn’t explain.

Tyler swallowed slowly.

"...This is really good," he said honestly. "It tastes different from before. What is this?"

"Moe." Kristina ears twitched, her shoulders stiff.

"H-How is it?" she asked quickly.

"It’s great," Tyler replied. "But I’ve never tasted milk like this."

Kristina relaxed slightly and smiled, a small but genuine one.

"It’s my first milk," she said. "Looks like yesterday, while I was sleeping, I acquired the Lactation skill."

Tyler paused.

"...Your first?"

A thought crossed his mind, and he barely held back a laugh.

So this is basically colostrum, he thought, amused.

Chole stepped forward then, placing a hand gently on Kristina’s shoulder.

"In our customs," Chole explained calmly, "the first milk is usually shared with family. Especially someone important— a male figure we are close to, Like a father or brother. Moo"

Kristina’s cheeks immediately turned red.

"So I wanted you to taste it first," she said softly. "You’re our savior."

She hesitated, then added quickly, flustered,

"T-That doesn’t mean I see you as my brother or father or anything like that!"

The moment the words left her mouth, she realized what she’d said.

Kristina turned sharply, trying to run away.

Chole caught her effortlessly by the collar.

"Now, now," Chole said with a teasing smile. "Don’t run. Moo"

Kristina squirmed, completely red from ear to ear.

Chole then looked at Tyler, her eyes glinting with playful mischief.

"Well then, Mr. Tyler," she said lightly, "there’s still some first milk left. Would you like to taste it... from the source?"

Kristina froze.

Her face was burning.

But she didn’t pull away.

In fact, she stayed perfectly still.

Because the truth was— she had been the one who asked her mother to say it.

Tyler stared at them.

His brain needed a moment to reboot.

"...Eh?"

Chole hand reached her daughter’s dress and revealed her breast.

"Since she has acquired the skill, she is already considered an adult," Chole said with a gentle smile, patting Kristina’s head as if seeing her daughter off to the nuptial chamber.

"Mom..." Kristina said, blushing deeply, embarrassed— but she didn’t try to hide it.

Since it was her first time, Chloe genuinely asked, "Do you want your mom to accompany you and teach you? Moo~"

Kristina pushed her mom out of the room and came back moments later.

Standing there nervously, Kristina said, "Please be gentle."

Tyler wasn’t one to refuse a treat when it presented itself right in front of him.

He walked toward her, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her closer. She was shorter than Chloe.

His hand brushed against her breast, and she began breathing roughly. Her pink nipple was already erect. He pinched it lightly, and a little milk began to flow.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifted her up in front of him. Confused, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breasts were now level with his lips, and his tongue teased her sensitive nipple.

"Moe~~ Moe~~" Kristina arched her back in pleasure, moaning loudly as she clutched his head tighter.

Tyler carried her to the bed, laid her down gently, and climbed over her. His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking greedily like a hungry infant. The milk tasted sweet and intoxicating.

A few minutes later, he switched to the other breast.

Soon, though, both were sucked dry.

"I can’t activate my skills," Kristina panted, her upper body exposed and chest heaving. "Looks like just like Mom, I can only give a few cups. Moe~"

"Then all I have to do is inject some boost..." Tyler said with a smirk, sliding off his pants.

Kristina gulped, her eyes fixed on him with obvious desire. Her legs twitched involuntarily, and her hand drifted toward her sacred place.

Tyler caught her wrist gently. "Today, let’s celebrate your step into adulthood."

She nodded shyly. She was still a little embarrassed, but far less hesitant to be naked in front of him— he’d caught her masturbating while peeking at them so many times before.

He removed her dress completely, then lowered his head between her thighs.

"Aaannn... Moe~" Kristina twitched, gripping the sheets tightly.

He continued for a moment longer before stopping. Kristina looked up in confusion, then realized what was coming when he positioned himself above her.

She closed her eyes, bracing herself. Tyler stroked her hair soothingly and whispered, "Look at me. Just relax."

She purred softly at his touch, like a contented cat.

Then—

"Moe~~~~~ Aaahh..."

— she reached adulthood.

A few hours later, Chloe slowly cracked the door open and peeked inside.

She heard her daughter’s voice rise higher with every rhythmic thrust as Tyler took her from behind, speeding up gradually. Splashes of milk spilled with each motion.

"They’re still going at it," Chloe murmured, her hand slipping beneath her own clothes.

Now the roles were reversed.

Meanwhile Tyler’s Exp is also raising fast.

No one noticed that a spider and a cat were quietly watching the entire scene from the ceiling. Both were upside down on the web. They were sitting together like spectators at a show, holding a small wooden bucket filled with popcorn and casually munching on it.

Tyler had already started planting corn and already taught chole and Kristina how to make popcorn.

The spider glanced at the cat, clearly confused. The cat merely shrugged, as if to say it was already used to this kind of chaos. After a moment, the spider nodded, looking genuinely impressed by how normal all of this seemed to the cat.

It didn’t take long for Chole to lose her patience. Without any hesitation, she joined her daughter in the "celebration," completely abandoning any sense of restraint. What started as a short distraction quickly turned into something far more exhausting.

By the time evening approached, the party finally came to an end. Tyler collapsed onto the bed, staring at his status with a hollow expression. His stamina bar was pitifully low. His mouth twitched.

"Both mother and daughter... dried up my stamina," he muttered, but he was totally satisfied.

Then after a some time he left the room and saw the cat and spider are sleeping inside a bucket that has corn kernels.

Without another word, he silently snatched the pocket dimension pearl from Serena’s neck and stood up. His expression shifted to determination.

"Alright... enough fooling around," Tyler said, cracking his neck. "Time to farm EXP."

Actually he already farmed lots of exp. Now he is going to do to the same.

He walked into the fields and began his work in earnest. Thick, blood-mixed water poured from his copper pot as he irrigated the cornfields, cherry tomato vines, pepper plants, potato patches, and even the scattered wildflowers growing along the edges. The soil absorbed it greedily, the plants trembling faintly as vitality seeped into them.

As he worked, Tyler couldn’t help but glance toward the other side of the fence. There, hanging ominously from a large tree, was a massive honeycomb. Golden honey slowly dripped from it, glistening in the fading sunlight.

Tyler swallowed. He really wanted to taste that honey.

But then his gaze shifted to the swarm of bees circling it — large, aggressive, and radiating danger. He sighed.

"Yeah... that’s instant suicide," he muttered.

So instead, he focused on his farming, as his EXP began to rise.

---

Three days passed just like that.

That day at evening, he finished pouring the last of the DNA mixture on the field, a loud shout rang out from beyond the fence.

"Huh?"

Tyler straightened up. Chole and Kristina moved to his side as all three of them looked toward the source of the noise. Beyond the fence stood three unfamiliar figures wearing hunting gear. Carrying large basket behind them as they waved and shouted loudly.

Tyler’s eyes lit up with interest.

"Oh?" he said with a faint grin. "Looks like we got our first visitors."