Ch.226Side Story: Erestica and the White Liquid

“…..”

As soon as I smelled the thick, sweet milk scent wafting through the door crack, I knew. Whatever was happening inside, the moment I entered would lead to an awkward situation for both of us.

Yet I hesitated for the opposite reason too. This was something that even Erestica herself couldn’t resolve after more than a week alone. Shouldn’t I at least ask if she needed help?

Especially if it was what I suspected. Besides, once I understood the situation, I wouldn’t necessarily have to be the one to help. I could always bring someone else.

‘Erestica probably wouldn’t welcome additional witnesses, but…’

It would be better than leaving her alone in that state until it somehow resolved itself. Steeling myself, I knocked on the door.

“Are you there, Lady Erestica?”

The faint voice I’d been hearing from inside immediately stopped. The silence stretched on, as if she were trying to determine who was outside.

“…Is that you, Ai?”

The voice that finally broke the long silence carried many emotions—surprise, shock, embarrassment, and even a hint of sensuality.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“H-how did you find me…?”

“You haven’t come out for over a week. You’ve declined the Emperor’s summons and missed the meeting for the new lecture series. I was worried something might have happened, so I came to check.”

“A week?! Has it really been that long…?”

She must have been so focused that she’d lost all sense of time.

Another silence followed. I waited patiently. If she refused to let me in or told an obvious lie about nothing being wrong, I planned to quietly leave.

If I were genuinely unaware of what was happening, that would be one thing, but forcing my way in when I could clearly guess the situation would just be inconsiderate. That would only make things worse.

“…I’m not… alright.”

However, Erestica seemed to think differently.

Though her voice was as quiet as a crawling mosquito, the fact that she admitted this despite her embarrassment suggested she had concluded she couldn’t resolve this alone.

“I understand. What should I do about the door?”

“C-could you just break it down, Ai? I really can’t move in my current state…”

Before she finished speaking, I tore off the doorknob. The steel lock came apart like soft tofu. The firmly closed door pushed inward, becoming misaligned.

“…Ugh.”

The milk scent that leaked through the opening began to overwhelm my nose. It was incomparably thicker and more intense than what I’d sensed before.

Quickly blocking the corridor to prevent anyone from approaching, I used magic to seal the surrounding space so the smell wouldn’t escape, then entered the director’s office and closed the door. The milk smell was so strong it felt numbing.

“…..”

After magically locking the door, I stood there awkwardly, unsure what to say.

The first thing I noticed was Erestica. She was lying face down on a makeshift bed with her bottom raised, literally positioned over a puddle of white liquid.

The bed was soaked beyond description. The white liquid had overflowed in small streams, staining the entire floor, and Erestica’s body was in the same state.

Her hair and entire body were drenched, creating an unmistakably erotic atmosphere. Her black stockings were no exception, so saturated with liquid that something was dripping from them.

Her skirt had rolled up to her tailbone, clearly revealing her buttocks and the underwear beneath. Even through the stockings, I could see they were black string panties with an impossibly small surface area.

“Hnngh… hnngh…”

Erestica was on the bed in a cat-like position, clutching her chest and making half-sobbing sounds while moving her upper body and waist. With each movement, more white liquid seeped out, expanding the puddle.

It was obvious where it was coming from.

“What in the world…”

As I muttered in bewilderment, the head buried in the white puddle lifted. A face half-crazed with a mixture of tears and pleasure turned toward me.

Her hair clung messily to her cheeks and neck, white liquid mixed with saliva dripped from her parted lips, and tears welled in her eyes. Her yellow vertical pupils were unfocused.

“A-Ai… no… you shouldn’t see this…”

“I think it’s a bit late to say that now… but excuse me anyway.”

It was obvious at a glance that this situation was impossible to handle alone. I needed to clean up the surroundings first.

Using an adapted spell, I swept away all the liquid on the floor and incinerated it, along with the furniture that seemed beyond salvaging, then sprinkled air freshener from the closet throughout the room.

Even after all this, the milk smell remained stronger. It must have soaked into the wallpaper and floor. To properly clean it, we’d probably need to burn down the entire room and rebuild it.

After cleaning the surroundings enough to at least breathe, I sat Erestica on one of the few surviving chairs. She was trembling, covering her bare nipples and areolas with her palms.

I had never seen Erestica looking so pitiful before.

“What happened?”

“…Nika told me how to do it. So I… tried to extract it as she suggested.”

“That much is obvious. And then?”

“I tried to extract it, but… no matter how much I squeezed, it wouldn’t decrease… it wouldn’t stop… and, and every time I squeezed, my lower abdomen felt tingly, so I couldn’t properly extract it… I kept starting and stopping… and at some point, it just kept flowing out…”

Even as Erestica continued her explanation, the sweet-smelling white liquid was leaking through her fingers. Her stockings had been removed and burned long ago, so it was flowing down her sturdy bare skin.

For the record, I was the one who removed her stockings. Erestica was in no condition to move.

“You can’t do it alone?”

Nod. Erestica nodded. The motion made her breasts bounce, momentarily increasing the flow of liquid. Her thighs began to turn white again.

“I understand. Then I’ll call someone to help—”

“N-no!”

She stood up urgently. More white liquid burst from behind her palms, much more than before. Erestica let out a heated breath and collapsed back down.

“…Couldn’t you do it for me, Ai?”

“Me?”

Seeing that I wasn’t very willing, Erestica, still clutching her chest and fidgeting, seemed to have a good idea and hastily added:

“You promised to grant me any request before, remember? I’m… I’m using it now.”

“…Very well.”

If she was using her wish, I had no choice. I nodded. Erestica lay down on the floor with a very tense expression. This was because I had burned and destroyed the unusable bed.

“P-please… be gentle.”

Her palms, already covered in white liquid, were slowly removed. Her breasts, maintaining remarkable firmness despite their enormous size, spread sideways while slightly bouncing upward.

Trying to maintain my composure, I reached for her chest but hesitated. I glanced at something much higher up.

“…Ai?”

Sensing what I was about to do, Erestica asked in a trembling voice. I redirected my hand that was heading for her chest slightly upward. I gently pulled her head closer and firmly grasped her horn.

“Ugh, kkhh?!”

Her body trembled as if struck by lightning. White liquid sprayed in all directions.

“I apologize in advance, Lady Erestica.”

“N-no… wait… just wait a moment— KKHIIK?!”

Ignoring her, I grabbed the other horn too. I could squeeze her breasts with magic. That would be more efficient. Even I am not stoic enough to remain completely unmoved in this situation.

I had only one goal now.

As quickly as possible.

“HNNG?! Heuuk, KYAANG! Th-this! Stop, HAEUUNG! A-Ai! It’s getting strange— KKHEUNG?!”

…with perhaps a bit of collateral sacrifice.

“Your chest has gotten smaller, Erestica.”

Though “smaller” was still an understatement for their ridiculous size, Laura’s eyes narrowed as she observed the considerably reduced breasts compared to when they were endlessly swelling.

We were only able to leave the director’s office after a full six hours. As a result, there were intense stares from people wondering if we had been doing “something else.”

“…That’s what happened.”

Erestica blushed and averted her gaze in embarrassment.

Her expression only deepened the suspicions. Like Priscilla before her, she looked like someone embarrassed after completing a significant deed.

“She wasn’t penetrated. She’s still intact.”

“P-penetrated… isn’t that too vulgar an expression?”

The suspicions didn’t last long, thanks to Nika’s indifferent confirmation. The crowd that had gathered dispersed after the Succubus Queen herself verified Erestica’s virginity.

“Master, you ‘milked’ her, right?”

“That’s right.”

It was a question with particular emphasis on those three syllables. I nodded.

“So you spent six hours just milking her? Nothing else?”

“No. That part ended relatively quickly.”

The actual milking finished quickly. Unlike Erestica, who kept starting and stopping because she couldn’t handle the pleasure, I focused solely on efficiency and extracted mercilessly.

The most effective method was sitting behind her, massaging her breasts while biting or licking her horns. Without that method, it would have taken twice as long.

There were minor side effects—Erestica passed out more than ten times with her eyes rolled back, and afterward, her waist was so weak she couldn’t stand up at all.

“The rest of the time was spent waiting until she could walk on her own.”

We spent about four of the six hours that way.

“I see.”

Nika smiled brightly. It was an ominously cheerful smile.

“Why?”

“You promised to milk her regularly from now on, right? I wonder if you’ll be okay with being called more and more frequently.”

“…Why?”

This time, the silence before my question was longer. Nika was still smiling brightly.

“Remember when I explained the conditions for breast milk production? Maternal affection toward you, and what was the other one?”

“…Sexual desire?”

“Yes.”

Her smile deepened. Nika sensually massaged her own breasts. It was a movement focused solely on pleasure, incomparable to what I had done.

“This might be enough at first, but the threshold will probably keep rising. When that happens, the production speed will increase too, and if that balance breaks…”

Tap tap. The hand that was massaging her breasts touched her lower abdomen.

“She’ll want it here.”

“…..”

“Personally, I’d like it if Master would open his eyes and do it more roughly— OW OW OW! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

When I pinched her cheek hard, Nika immediately apologized profusely. She seemed to forget she was in her Queen form rather than her usual maid uniform.

“Is Beatrice in my room right now?”

“No! Not the head maid! I’m sorry!”