18. The Newcomer (3)

“Hmm.”

As if something didn’t sit right with her, Jane fell into brief contemplation.

Soon after, she adjusted her position to hug Lily from behind.

“Ah, as expected.”

“What do you mean ‘as expected’!”

While embracing Lily’s slender upper body, Jane began kneading with her hands.

Lily squirmed to escape the situation.

But her resistance wasn’t particularly vigorous.

What if my elbow hits Jane?

What if my nails scratch Jane?

“Th-this is… ugh, let me gooo, gah!”

Despite being the one suffering, Lily worried about her tormentor-a display of affection toward Jane, but also learned behavior.

The memory of being severely punished after biting Jane’s hand once.

The brutal recollection etched in her mind suppressed any fierce resistance from Lily.

In the end, there was little Lily could do.

“Agh!”

“Wow…”

Hiding her face from her wide-eyed friend staring at her.

And panting faintly from the intense pleasure of Jane’s hands tormenting her breasts.

But Jane wasn’t satisfied with Lily’s weakening resistance.

A bit of mischief mixed with her enjoyment.

At this moment, Jane became Albion’s finest baker.

The dough was the world’s most precious ingredient-Lily’s milk-filled breasts.

The milk inside had swollen the modest mounds to the perfect size for kneading, replacing yeast.

“Gah!”

A short moan, closer to a scream, escaped her lips.

When full of milk, even the slightest touch to her breasts sent sharp pain radiating through them.

Kneading them like dough was practically torture.

But as Jane handled her, Lily’s masochistic tendencies deepened.

Happiness hormones surged from the pain that brought tears and involuntary screams.

Marie watched Lily with trembling eyes.

“My… my goodness…”

“Hah, haah, eugh…”

Lily writhed in agony, her moans bordering on suffocation.

The pained sounds from her small, adorable friend gradually turned into sticky cries of pleasure.

Marie suddenly recalled a conversation she once had with the older girls in the flower garden.

‘There are so many people in the world. And among them, some have strange sexual preferences.’

‘Sexual preferences?’

‘Yeah. For example, some like hitting others. Or being hit.’

‘Ew, no way. Who would enjoy being hit?’

Back then, she hadn’t believed it.

“So this is where it was…”

To think her closest friend was one of those strange people.

Marie’s mind was in turmoil.

At the same time, something dangerous sprouted in her chest.

And that wasn’t particularly good news for Lily.

***

Her breasts, heavier than usual, still radiated heat.

“Hah, haah, haa…”

Drool spilled from her parted lips, wetting her chin.

But I had no energy to wipe it away.

Perhaps because I had strained every muscle to endure.

Though Jane’s violent torment disguised as affection had stopped, I could barely move a finger.

“Hnngh…”

In that short time, I had exhausted myself at an alarming rate.

“Lily, are you okay?”

Jane wiped the sweat from my forehead and asked.

Her gentle voice made it hard to believe she was the same person who had just tormented me with palpable malice.

If you expected sweet words from me, you’d have to be utterly shameless.

“How… hah… can you even ask that…?”

Even my glare didn’t faze Jane.

Instead, her lips curled into a soft arc.

At that moment, a small sigh reached my ears.

“Wow…”

Too pained, too pleasured-I had forgotten.

That Jane and I weren’t the only ones here.

My cheeks and even the back of my neck burned.

“Eek!”

I immediately covered my exposed chest and face, but I already knew it was too late.

Marie had already seen every shameful panting moment.

And Jane hugged me tightly as I writhed in humiliation.

Though anger flared at her give-and-take cruelty, my honest body quickly calmed.

“You’re terrible…”

“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“That’s why you’re terrible.”

Even between close friends, there are boundaries.

But Jane had forcibly crossed them.

Of course, my shameless master paid no mind.

Instead, she called out to Marie, who sat quietly.

“Want to come here?”

“Huh? Me?”

Marie seemed flustered by the sudden summons.

But she obeyed.

“What now?”

As Marie hurried over, I flinched.

Thinking about it, Jane had only played with my breasts.

She hadn’t truly tormented me yet.

“Can you hold her wrists for me?”

Jane handed my wrists to Marie.

“L-let go! Eek!”

Though I had caught my breath briefly, I was already exhausted.

Breaking free from Marie’s firm grip was impossible.

My breasts were left defenseless once more.

And Jane changed her method of torment.

“Ah… ngh…”

Long, slender fingers moved gracefully.

Her thumb and middle finger began rolling my hardened nipples gently.

“Ah, w-wait, haah.”

Perhaps because of the earlier suffering?

Her delicate touch felt even more intense.

“Ngh, hah, haa, wait, ahh!”

Sweet pleasure caressed my body, still aching from bitter pain.

My near-screams gradually melted into sweet moans.

A ticklish breath brushed my collarbone.

“Huh?”

“Haa, haa…”

Marie exhaled sharply, having held her breath.

Our eyes met.

“Eek!”

Then Jane twisted my carefully teased nipple.

Pleasure gushed from deep in my abdomen like a bursting dam.

The addictive, lethal sensation seeped into every inch of my body.

“Ngh! Ugh!”

My abs clenched painfully as I trembled violently.

Unconsciously, I squeezed my thighs and jerked my hips.

Jane gently cupped my breasts.

No tight grip, no pinching.

Just warm hands sharing their heat.

At the same time, she kissed the nape of my neck.

A scorching heat bloomed where her soft lips touched.

“Hnngh, ah, aahh…”

The climax wouldn’t end.

A single overwhelming orgasm was far too much.

My disgraceful state was reflected in Marie’s brown eyes.

My tear ducts, already drained, ached anew.

“Haaahh!”

***

The orgasm that had seized my entire body finally passed.

My stiffened, slender frame-whether from pain or pleasure-went limp.

“Ugh…”

Drenched in sweat, Lily slumped back against Jane, her head lolling.

Unaware that her owner might be considering licking her glistening skin.

Marie, who had let go of the slender wrists, worried for her friend teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

Though she had thoroughly enjoyed the show.

Watching their secret, lewd play had been satisfying.

But worry was still worry.

“Will she be okay?”

“She’s fine, perfectly fine. We’ve played much rougher before, right?”

The great Archmage Jane Batory’s reassurance eased her mind somewhat.

“Enjoyed… who… enjoyed…”

Lily protested in a voice so weak it seemed her breath might give out.

Of course, she despaired when no one paid her any heed.

Jane idly kneaded Lily’s soft breasts, savoring the silence.

Then she remembered something she had forgotten.

“Ah, right. The lock.”

The cute nipples, red and swollen from affection.

Jane removed the shiny ring embedded at their base.

Immediately, yellowish breast milk beaded at the tips.

“Wow…”

Once again, Marie let out a dumbfounded gasp.

Those small, seemingly incapable breasts-unfit for motherhood-somehow produced milk.

It was astonishing.

Regardless, Jane began her daily routine.

“Ngh…”

She gently squeezed the taut, milk-filled breasts from below.

Like a punctured water balloon, milk sprayed out.

“Mmm.”

Jane licked her wet fingers.

Then she spoke to Marie.

“Can you grab that?”

She pointed to an empty teacup.

Though confused, Marie obeyed.

“Here.”

“Hold it under Lily’s breasts. No point wasting good milk.”

“Right. Right.”

Marie’s eager agreement left Lily dumbfounded.

But when Jane’s hands moved, her mind went blank.

“Hahh, ah, aahh!”

Jane expertly squeezed, Marie caught the milk, and Lily moaned lewdly.

-Gulp

Marie swallowed hard, her throat dry from the spectacle.

Her always innocent, bright-smiling friend.

The slave who received more love than any slave should.

Making obscene faces under the archmage’s skilled touch.

Having worked in the red-light district, Marie thought she was desensitized.

But the sight of Lily and Jane stirred something strange even in another girl.

“Ah, ahh!”

“So much milk. You’re practically a cow. Right, Lily?”

“No, not a cow… ngh, ahh!”

Marie finally averted her gaze.

Afraid her normal attraction to men might be ruined.

Unable to handle the churning emotions in her chest.

She chose to distract herself.

“What should we do with this?”

A teacup now filled with Lily’s milk.

The faint tea-like sweetness piqued her curiosity.

To Marie’s question, Jane casually suggested:

“Want to try it?”

“Is that okay?”

She had assumed Jane was possessive of Lily.

Yet here she was, sharing without hesitation.

Marie soon learned why.

“The other side’s still full.”

“Eeek!”

Lily convulsed.