Chapter 18
The nosebleed that had been streaming down my nose was quickly staunched before I knew it.
“I’ll be the first to taste the breast milk.”
“No, you won’t. I’ll be the first to taste it.”
Karina and Vika were locked in a battle of wills over who would taste my breast milk first.
I watched the two women having a catfight(?) over me with a pleased smile.
What can I say? It felt like this was how Acard lived cozily with everyone; my lower half began to tremble, and for a moment, I was steeped in dopamine.
“…Gulp!”
“Kyaa?!”
Sensing that Karina and Vika’s argument would never end, Mira seized the initiative, bit down on my left nipple, and began sucking.
“Wait…! Don’t suck…!”
I had intended to squirt breast milk directly into their mouths, not nurse them, but my body trembled at the unexpected, humiliating situation of having my breast bitten.
“Huh?! Mira, you’re going first?!”
“They beat us to it!”
“W-wait! Don’t suck—ngh?!”
Karina and Vika eventually noticed that Mira had gotten the jump on them while they were arguing, so they hurriedly bit down on my right nipple together and began sucking.
“Hieuk…!”
With all three women sucking on my two nipples at once, my body froze completely, overwhelmed by shame and a strange sense of helplessness.
What am I supposed to do?
If they suddenly pulled away, my nipples would probably hurt like hell….
But I couldn’t run away with these women sucking so hard… ugh.
Regret washed over me for failing to understand the wisdom of our ancestors, who said to tap even a stone bridge before crossing it.
Why had I suddenly gotten the strange idea to let them taste my breast milk…?
I should have calmly waited for Acard instead of wasting time on this bizarre stunt….
“Phaaah…! Move, Vika!”
“Stop pushing me away with your mouth! I want some too!”
“Sluurp….”
Rather than relieving my libido as intended, this bizarre and grotesque sight of three women fighting over my breasts left me with nothing but a mountain of shame.
If it had been a man trying to enjoy my breasts, maybe I could have understood, but watching women bicker as they fought to enjoy my breasts was beginning to make me question my gender identity.
Am I a man? No… my body is a woman’s.
But why are women sucking on my breasts?
A man is supposed to suck them… No, I’m a man! Women should be sucking my breasts!
Even so, women don’t normally suck other women’s breasts….
“Stop now….”
The sensation of breast milk being sucked into their mouths made the corners of my eyes sting.
“Stop sucking….”
I’m a man…. Not a woman….
I’m not someone who should be having my breasts sucked like this….
“Stop it now!!!”
They continued bickering and nursing from me by force without listening to my cries, so I finally lost my temper, pushed their heads away, and pulled myself back.
“…Huh.”
“….”
“…Sluurp?”
I looked at them, their eyes all widened like babies who had suddenly had their pacifiers taken away, and hugged my breasts tightly.
“It feels weird, so please stop sucking now….”
Wanting to put an end to this creepy experience, I pulled my shirt down to cover my breasts, then turned around to flee because I didn’t want to stay in the training ground any longer.
“Ria! I brought a towel—.”
“—Follow me!”
As Acard happened to appear carrying the towel, I grabbed his wrist and fled the training ground with him.
“Ria? Wait!”
“No questions!!”
Leaving the three women behind as they stared blankly and smacked their lips, I hurried down the corridor.
Apparently unable to understand why he had been dragged away again the moment he brought the towel, Acard stopped me before long.
“Why are you suddenly acting like this…? Did something happen?”
“…They’re not following us, are they?”
“Who?”
“Your wives….”
I glanced around the long corridor like an anxious cat, checking whether even one of the three might be following us.
“No one’s here, so calm down for now, Ria.”
“…O-okay.”
“So, what happened?”
After calming me down, Acard gently handed me a towel and asked worriedly what had happened.
Only then did I let go of his hand and accept the towel.
“…Hey.”
“Yeah.”
I wondered whether it was all right to ask something like this so abruptly to someone who had been dragged along without even knowing what was going on….
“…When you look at me, do I seem like a woman?”
“What… are you talking about?”
My gender identity was wavering after having my breast milk sucked, so I asked the most mature person I knew, Acard, hoping he could give me an answer.
“When you look at me… do I seem like a woman?”
“…Well.”
“Gulp….”
What did I look like to him?
Did I seem like a woman through and through?
Or did I come across as a man with a tomboyish streak?
If not, did I look like something less than human?
I swallowed nervously and waited for Acard’s answer.
“I think Ria is just Ria.”
“…?”
I got a slick answer with all the substance neatly removed.
….
Ria was Ria.
…No, of course a lemon is a lemon!!
“…Do you think I set the mood just to hear some damn answer like that?!”
“Aagh!! Why are you hitting me all of a sudden?!”
“I’m asking what you think my gender is!!”
“A-a woman…!! Aagh!”
“Do I seem like a woman to you?!”
“No…! A man…! A man!!”
“Do I look like a man to you!?”
I hadn’t expected such an answer, so my disbelief flew past Andromeda and I instinctively clenched my fists and began pounding on Acard.
“You’re making me leak breast milk all over the place!!”
“Why? How is that my fault? Aagh!!”
“Keep better control of your wives!!”
“Agh!! How am I supposed to do that?! They’re all precious wives!! Graagh!”
I decided I might as well use the towel clutched in my hand, so I swung it around like a whip and kept hitting Acard.
“Phew…! Do better from now on!”
“…All right…, but why am I….”
All the thoughts cluttering my head and all the stress were blown away, leaving me feeling refreshed.
“Do better from now on, you bas—kyaaah?!”
Just as I raised the towel to threaten Acard, who was questioning me instead of answering, he made use of his wits, grabbed my wrist, and shoved me against the wall.
“L-let go….”
Trapped completely against the wall, I saw Acard’s face looming in the shadows.
“Even I feel pain if you hit me that hard.”
“Eek….”
I had never realized it because he usually did nothing but smile brightly, but his entire presence felt a hundred and eighty degrees different when he wore an angry expression.
The wolfish atmosphere I had sensed before returned, raising goosebumps all over my body.
“I-I’m sorry, Acard…. I didn’t mean to hit you this hard…. I didn’t….”
I turned my head away to avoid his fierce gaze boring into my face, apologized, and rapidly thought of a way to calm him down.
Should I run?
…If I could, I wouldn’t be in this situation, would I…?
Then should I use a self-defense technique that’s especially effective against men and subdue him?
…But I’m the one at fault, so doing that would make me a complete piece of trash….
“Ugh…?”
At that moment, Acard pressed me harder against the wall. My breasts were squeezed against his abs, and breast milk trickled out.
“…!”
A lightbulb flashed above my head, and I came up with the perfect solution.
A magic word that could calm down any man.
And a cheat key available only to women—and one step beyond that…
“W-want to suck my breasts…?”
I cautiously offered Acard the upgraded version of “Want to touch my breasts?”: “Want to suck my breasts?”
“….”
At my words, Acard froze for a moment, and the wolfishness faded from his expression.
This works…! He’s falling for it!
Using my body to seduce him directly felt incredibly, genuinely disgusting…! But at least it was effective at calming him down!
I gained the useful knowledge that a woman’s body was truly convenient at times like this, and to show my sincerity, I subtly lifted my shirt to reveal the undersides of my breasts.
“The breast milk… is still coming out…. Why don’t you suck it for me….”
My own coquettishness made goosebumps crawl up my spine, but if I didn’t offer him my breasts, Acard would scold me severely in an entirely different way….
Since a good person’s anger was far more frightening than an ordinary person’s, I stroked Acard’s firm chest while trying to seduce him with eyes that shone as brightly as possible.
“…Would that be okay?”
Confusion began piling on top of the wolfishness in him, and Acard asked whether he had heard me correctly.
“It’s fine… right? Suck them before I change my mind….”
It felt like the Acard I knew had finally returned, so I tried to act nonchalantly, then abruptly lowered my face.
…Ah, I really want to die.
What am I doing just because I’m afraid of one person….
“I changed my mind! No breasts!”
Having abandoned myself so completely that I had practically thrown myself onto the floor, I was overwhelmed by a tsunami of embarrassment and shame. Just as I decided I couldn’t do this anymore and started pulling down the shirt exposing the undersides of my breasts—
“Ghk?”
Acard slipped a hand under my clothes and placed it on my ample breast.
“Hey…! I said breasts… are off-limits….”
“About a little while ago.”
“W-what was?”
“You asked if Ria seemed like a woman, right?”
“That… doesn’t matter anymore… hyaa?!”
Acard suddenly traced my areola with his finger, and an unintentionally cute moan slipped out.
“Was it when I was around ten…?”
“D-don’t touch….”
As he stimulated my areola, breast milk began to bead up little by little on my breast.
“I had a childhood friend who promised to marry me when we were young.”
Why were you suddenly talking about a childhood friend…!
I don’t care!
Just let go of my breast and talk, please…!
Why did everyone keep treating my breasts like toys?!
“…That childhood friend looked a lot like you, Ria.”
“I… wouldn’t know about that….”
“I never got to ask my childhood friend’s name, so I don’t remember it…. But I liked them a lot.”
My mind grew hazy because Acard had suddenly begun talking about his past while kneading my breast.
“What does their resemblance to me… have to do with anything…?!”
“They had a tomboyish personality and always touched me without hesitation.”
Wait a second… Could this be…?!
“When I think about those days, Ria looks like a woman to me. …An incredibly attractive one, too.”
“Hey…! Wait! Why are you suddenly bringing your face closer…! Mmph…!?”
After dredging up memories of his childhood, Acard pinned me firmly against the wall, brought his mouth to mine, and pressed his lips against mine.
“!!! !!!”
I clenched my fist and slammed it hard against his chest, trying to escape this sudden sexual harassment, but I couldn’t hit him more than twice before he restrained my other hand as well.
With both my hands completely restrained and even my legs tangled up, I couldn’t escape as he kissed me.
The kiss Acard gave me, as an experienced man, was addictive: he didn’t hesitate, but neither was he desperate, approaching me gently instead.
…My life, seriously.
I wanted my first kiss to be with a woman.
This was why I didn’t want to get entangled with these people…!!
Whether or not Acard knew how I felt, he entwined himself with me even more deeply, thoroughly tainting the memory of my first kiss.
In notes, I removed the accidental duplicate ending and restored the separate “This was why…” line. I also used neutral wording for the childhood friend where the Korean does not explicitly specify a gender.