Ch.521Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

The sweet, sticky breath shakes my brain.

Taking a deep breath, a fragrant scent stimulates my sense of smell, and a sweet moan captivates my hearing.

“Haa, haa…”

As silver threads embroider the air, Francesca’s flushed nape fills my vision.

I can feel her pulsating chest through the thick robe, and her skin, exuding a rich scent, throbs beneath the leather.

When I lift my moistened chin and press my lips against hers, my tongue ties at the root, and a dizzying heat brushes down my spine. Like desert travelers craving the water of life, we explore each other, mixing our tongues and pressing our lips together.

“Mmph… mmm, haap…”

The moment I grasp her breast, which boasts a vivid presence, her head tilts back reflexively, flushed with pleasure.

Her breasts, difficult to describe in words, boast an exquisite texture, but that wasn’t what mattered now.

Like unwrapping a gift, I pull down her lingerie and can’t take my eyes off her crimson nipples. Following my caressing touch, her breasts, malleable at will, are slowly secreting small drops of white liquid.

As I observe this lewd sight, I carefully bite her nipple and suck hard.

“…mmmnngh!”

A sweet moan escapes her rosy lips, and the sweet breast milk begins to strike my tongue.

Francesca bites her finger and tries to suppress her moans by pressing the back of her head.

But as my teeth graze her nipple and my lips tease her breast, the sensation continues. The suppressed moan eventually bursts forth.

Observing the pearly breast milk beading on her skin, I look at her with undisguised curiosity. I wanted to ask how all this came to be.

Perhaps sensing my question.

After exhaling a series of rough breaths, the alchemist flinches slightly and begins to explain what happened.

Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

It all began at the port of the Moritani continent.

The Port of the Dead Whale. The underground city commonly known as Necropolis was essentially the shadow of magical society.

“You visited Necropolis?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Why would you go to such a dangerous place…”

Upon receiving news from a magician dispatched to the Moritani continent that “Francesca Ranieri visited Necropolis,” the Oracle immediately sought her out.

Francesca dealt with the Oracle’s questions based on an alibi she had prepared in advance. Since Frederick had provided her with all the necessary documents and evidence, deceiving the Oracle was as easy as pie.

Though she avoided suspicion with a plausible excuse, the subsequent directive contained content far beyond her expectations.

“Necropolis is a very dangerous area. As you know, many exiles have taken refuge there. We would like Director Ranieri to monitor the activities of those exiles.”

The Oracle’s order was essentially asking her to scout Necropolis.

This was a very dangerous order for Francesca, whose identity had been exposed, but she didn’t necessarily have to risk it herself.

The order was to monitor their activities, not to go in and observe directly.

In other words, she could collect information by employing others without any problem.

“Joaquin?”

-“Oh, Francesca! What’s up? Suddenly calling me.”

“It’s been a while. I have a favor to ask, do you have a moment?”

She began gathering information about the port through a magician who had been expelled from the magic tower.

She received advice from Frederick, who was more of an expert on information gathering than she was. Since the Oracle would be satisfied with just basic information like terrain or population ratios, this level of operation was nothing to Frederick.

Francesca made time to communicate with Joaquin and employed other exiles as informants through his connections.

Then one day.

One of the informants investigating illegal magical tools traded in the underworld sent some strange pieces of evidence.

[These are alchemical drugs currently distributed in Necropolis. Unlike the previously obtained Grade 3 narcotics, these alchemical substances are only supplied to customers with specific preferences.]

The evidence obtained this time wasn’t the synthetic drugs that the magic tower was focusing on, but substances traded illegally.

Like therapeutic drugs available without a doctor’s prescription, or substances legally prohibited from sale in many countries.

Francesca put down the finger-sized note and checked the evidence sent by the informant.

“Strength enhancer, hair loss treatment… This is skin treatment and… erectile dysfunction remedy? Why are they selling these things?”

As the informant reported, the evidence was all trivial items.

They were crude counterfeit versions of drugs that could be obtained on the market with just a prescription.

None of them had verified safety as a basic requirement. When analyzing the ingredients, some were no different from nutritional supplements but were traded with labels like “stimulant.”

The supplements with just changed labels were relatively conscientious products. Most items didn’t even have those ingredients.

The hair loss treatment was a prime example. The description claimed it was a special remedy made by brewing all sorts of medicinal herbs, but when the ingredients were analyzed, it turned out to be a fake that wasn’t even as good as fatigue recovery drinks sold at supermarkets.

In other words, it was a scam.

“I can’t believe people pay money for these…”

Francesca couldn’t understand customers who bought such unverified drugs from the black market for large sums.

Of course, those customers would find her words unfair. Whether from magic towers, ivory towers, or religious orders, all the so-called hair loss treatments they offered were equally useless. Why would those desperately grasping at straws care about safety or prescriptions?

However, the perspective of balding men with low self-confidence wasn’t important to Francesca at all.

All profits from these illegal drugs would flow to the exiles.

To the magic tower that needed to dry up the exiles’ money sources, or to Francesca who belonged to the magic tower, customers using the black market were all the same—criminals and financiers.

“…?”

While classifying the evidence and reporting information about distributors and sellers to her superiors, one particular drug caught her attention.

It was a bizarre potion that claimed to make non-pregnant women produce breast milk.

She wondered why anyone would fall for such a scam, but surprisingly, the component analysis proved the potion’s effectiveness, contrary to her expectations.

After receiving the test results, Francesca questioned the informant about the potion’s purpose, origin, and background, and the informant provided the following information:

[This substance is distributed for customers with unusual sexual preferences, and its original form is a potion created by primitive shamans of the Moritani continent.

Even after the national religion of the Moritani continent was unified under Al-Yabd, the potion continued to spread among nobles through word of mouth, but when Al-Yabd officially banned its distribution in the 9th century, it became part of underground culture.

The religious police currently regulating this product consider it a devil’s item that indulges in carnal desire, and possession or consumption is punishable by up to 15 years in prison.]

“What a strange culture.”

Francesca understood neither the attitude of the religious police nor that of the customers seeking the product.

She couldn’t comprehend on what grounds drinking breast milk was punishable, nor could she understand the mindset of those who sought breast milk despite risking legal punishment.

After organizing everything, Francesca was about to send the evidence to the magic tower.

At that moment, a certain idea crossed her mind.

And right then.

“Hmm…?”

The alchemist, struck by an interesting thought, pocketed a few vials.

*

“And that’s what happened.”

As her lengthy explanation ended, Francesca exhaled an excited breath and raised her head.

I could only stare at her with silent, astonished eyes.

“…What.”

So, the source of the breast milk is due to an illegally distributed traditional Moritani drug? And Francesca took it because of me?

My mind went blank as if I’d hit my head against a concrete wall. I couldn’t imagine it at all—her keeping that old memory in her heart and preparing such an event.

But it was real.

I gazed at Francesca while savoring the texture of her luscious breasts.

“Then what’s that around your neck?”

When I asked, pointing with my chin, she fingered the dark blue leather strap.

“This is…”

Feeling the vibrant sensation at her fingertips, Francesca couldn’t continue for a while. As if too embarrassed to say it herself.

She even averted her gaze to hide her embarrassment, but that gesture only emphasized her feelings. Glancing sideways at my direct stare, Francesca finally opened her mouth like someone who had given up.

“I’m wearing it because of you, Sir.”

“Because of me?”

“…You said it at Necropolis. That you were annoyed at playing the slave.”

At that moment, I opened my eyes wide again, feeling as if a hammer had fallen on my head.

So… this means…

She put on a collar herself for master and servant play?

“……”

While I stared blankly without saying anything, Francesca still couldn’t meet my gaze.

When I reached out and carefully grasped the collar, a sweet breath escaped her rosy lips.

Violet eyes overwhelmed with pleasure, long eyelashes trembling delicately.

Her breath, mixed with faint moans, even seemed pitiful at a glance.

Looking at her moist eyes made me wonder if this was really okay, but the intention in her gaze was unmistakable.

Having found my answer, I grasped her luscious breast. The moment its breathtaking size and soft texture filled my hand.

At my sudden touch, Francesca moaned again. Her beautiful brow furrowed slightly as if in pain, but the frown didn’t last long before melting away.

“Mmph, nngh…”

Holding her breast fully in one hand and embracing her lewd body, I spoke in a low voice.

“You didn’t actually want to play the role of a servant, did you?”

“Ahk, s-servant… such speculation is…”

“But you prepared something like this?”

Her beautiful patterned underwear revealed and even accentuated her curves and feminine body without reservation.

Despite preparing such lewd underwear, she vehemently denied it. I tightened my grip on her breast and stroked her private parts with my other hand.

“Tell me honestly. You prepared this to seduce me, didn’t you?”

Francesca denied it again, but her resistance didn’t last long.

The thin fabric between us quickly became damp.

As I stimulated her through the thin cloth with my fingers and lightly pinched her nipple, breast milk began to bead up.

I gently pressed that lewd tip with my front teeth, and Francesca twisted her waist and repeatedly nodded.

“Y-yes… I actually prepared it to seduce you…!”

Twitch, twitch. The movement of her twisting and bouncing waist is clearly felt.

Her body, soft to the point of ecstasy, was incredibly sensitive.

As if to suppress her response, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pressed our bodies tightly together, then whispered softly into her ear, which was exhaling sweet breaths.

“You remember being treated like a servant?”

“……”

“You started it first.”

Her shoulders flinched in response to those words.

I gently grasped the leather and firmly held her supple breast beneath the disheveled underwear.

Francesca, who had bowed her head by now, stammered with her lips. At the same time, a pitiful trembling voice emerged in a whisper.

“…Just for today.”

“……”

“You understand… Master?”

I embraced Francesca tightly.

*

I grasp the breast that reminds me of a luscious peach.

“…ngh?!”

With a jolt, her waist bounces up.

Like a freshly caught live fish, Francesca arches her back forcefully.

As I knead her breast, too large to hold in one hand, and twist the rosy nipple, sharp moans pour out.

“Ahk…!”

Francesca tilts her head with teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes.

But a firm hand grasps her delicate chin, immediately returning her tilted head to its original position.

“Stay still.”

“B-but it hurts…”

Despite her pitiful protest, the response was uncompromising.

“Endure it.”

Frederick spoke bluntly while pinching her reddened nipple.

The two pressed their bodies tightly together. Francesca was on his lap, while Frederick teased her from behind.

A hand that spread her tense thighs invaded Francesca’s intimate area. Over her trembling legs and twitching skin, his palm left a red mark.

-Slap!

As if telling her to stay still, a rough hand strikes her sweat-soaked skin. When her waist trembles at the stinging pain, the grip on her breast tightens.

“Mmph…! Ahng! I-I’ll stay still…”

Just as Francesca’s desperate plea began, the fingers exploring her flesh pinched her hidden tip.

Another sharp moan followed.

Lowering her chin with difficulty, she exhaled a hot breath and added.

“…I’ll stay, stay still. Master.”

That voice was as moist as a soaked piece of cloth.

As the sensation of her flesh being explored continued, Francesca bit her lip and endured. She even bit her fingers when biting her lips wasn’t enough. But it was all in vain.

Moans that couldn’t take shape intertwined with excited emotions.

The pleasure of gently scratching her curves and the teasing that squeezed her breasts.

While sitting on his lap and letting out unstoppable moans, a brief voice was thrown into her ear.

“Are you just going to sit there like this?”

Her trembling chin stopped abruptly. Without time to think, Francesca raised her body.

The moment the hand caressing her buttocks disappeared.

Francesca sat on the edge of the bed and neatly brought her knees together.

“…Come here.”

When she spoke, Frederick lay down with his head on her knees.

He grabbed the fruit that filled his vision and pulled it down, and she wrapped her hands around his erect member and began to move slowly.

The sensation of soft hands stroking his boiling member up and down was both familiar and novel. Seeing a woman with her face colored by shame and excitement might be a pleasure in itself.

But the real attraction was these luscious breasts.

How could she produce breast milk without being pregnant? It would be a lie to say I wasn’t curious about the mechanism, but what truly amazed me was the taste.

Despite having tried many kinds of milk while traveling around, I had never experienced such a taste. It was clean and plain, yet with a hint of sweetness that was truly remarkable.

And as they say, good-looking food tastes good too. The breast milk from these attractive breasts was excellent.

“Mmng, mmph, nngh…”

Slurp, slurp. Every time his mouth engulfed her breast, Francesca let out sweet moans.

The hardness of teeth grazing lightly. The pressure applied as if to devour her. Hot breath tickling her skin, and the sensation of a tongue licking her breast wasn’t unfamiliar.

But the situation itself—a man who wasn’t her child drinking her breast milk, the fact that she had produced this milk herself—was so ironic.

Reflexively biting her lip, Francesca bent her trembling waist and focused on the stroking motion of her hand.

“Faster. Yes, hurry…”

The plaintive voice lasted only a moment. She could feel the rough pulsation in her palm.

And then came the ejaculation.

It didn’t take long for the sticky white fluid to soil her fair skin. Francesca inhaled and exhaled excited breaths while her waist trembled.

It was only after the trembling had completely subsided that she, who had been silent with her head bowed, opened her mouth.

“…Is it over now?”

Francesca immediately asked without even having time to fix her disheveled hair. Frederick, who had been thoroughly enjoying her breasts, slowly sat up.

“How much of the drug’s effect is left?”

Frederick asked her as he wiped his lips.

Francesca moved her brain, which wasn’t working well, and retrieved the memory.

“Depending on the dosage and the user’s condition, there might be differences… but I heard it lasts about half a day.”

“I see.”

When the answer came, Francesca bowed her head as the tension drained from her.

Just as relief washed over her at the thought that it was all over.

A hand dug into her waist, and Francesca’s vision suddenly flipped.

“S-Sir, wait… ahooohk…!”

The sigh of relief changes back into excited breaths. Her lowered chin jerks up.

With her waist encircled, Francesca trembled at the sudden sensation of her flesh being explored, and Frederick pressed down on her waist firmly and added.

“Then there’s no time to rest.”

“W-what are you say—heghngh?!”

Splash, as a wave of flesh rises, Francesca’s protest is cut off.

Along with a light climax.

*

The lovemaking of the two, pressed for time, was even a bit rough.

When waves of flesh rise, droplets splash up as if drawn from a well.

As the sound of strongly striking the mound continues, for a moment the buttocks tremble and the waist twitches.

The embarrassing voice heard amidst the symphony of vulgar sounds is a bonus.

“Raise your buttocks…!”

Slap, the hand striking the buttocks and the voice escaping through clenched teeth. The body mercilessly thrusting down while holding both calves was already heated.

“Ahk, heut, mmph! Haaang…!”

The woman underneath moaned loudly. With both legs held, unable to move, she could only raise her buttocks marked with red handprints and let out cries of pleasure.

It was like mating that stray animals on the street might do.

The relationship was that rough and intense.

The bucket that has drawn water generously goes back down into the deep cave along the curves. The narrow mucous membrane had long since transformed into a sticky state, soaked with moisture.

As the elastic flesh splits and rejoins with a squelching sound, spurting streams of liquid wet the colliding mound and pubic bone.

“Mmng?! Hik, ngh, nngh!”

Amidst the swaying hair and pitiful moans. The luscious breasts sway and struggle in rhythm with the recoil.

The man grasped those luscious breasts and soon buried his face in them, holding them firmly.

She was just like a dairy cow.

“D-don’t call me a dairy cow… ahnng…!”

“If not a dairy cow, then what is this?”

Crunch, when he gently presses the tip with his teeth, sweet breast milk spurts out endlessly.

When he gently massages with his hands, droplets form at the end of the rosy tip, and when he grabs the breast and presses firmly, the breast milk gushes out in spurts.

It was a sight that truly suited the expression “dairy cow.”

Francesca vehemently denied this, but her appearance was exactly that of a dairy cow.

Frederick, who had been savoring that stream of milk, began to show an expression full of regret.

“It’s a shame it disappears after half a day…”

“What’s there to be sh-hik?! T-there’s no need to regret…”

Francesca, who had paused her words once more at the pleasure invading her breast, finally spat out the rest of her sentence.

Even with time constraints, there was still plenty to enjoy. What she had prepared for her role as a servant wasn’t just breast milk.

For instance, the leather collar.

The loosely fastened collar had enough space for a hand to pass through. The inside was lined with soft padding, so it seemed unlikely to chafe the skin.

When Frederick grabbed that collar, Francesca twisted her waist with a faint sound. With her upper body leaning on the table, she lowered her trembling waist and stuck out her buttocks.

“Kyaheuut!”

With one hand holding the collar and the other grasping her pelvis.

The play that began in a rough manner included incomparable vulgarity and violence. From the hand striking her buttocks to grabbing her chin to kiss her.

Her beautiful breasts were distorted and crushed by clumsy hands. Her reddened buttocks and thighs split and separated, creating loud noises.

Despite being teased in every corner while held by the collar, Francesca didn’t seem to mind. She even seemed to be enjoying it.

In the midst of such intense play, an item I had forgotten suddenly caught my eye.

A blindfold.

The moment Francesca put on that forgotten blindfold.

I could finally understand why my colleague who was in charge of the Japanese region was so obsessed with game characters wearing blindfolds.

“…Ah.”

This otaku guy. It wasn’t for nothing that he got scolded by the executive director for searching for female character photos in the office. He had excellent foresight.

I couldn’t help but admire him.

Wearing the blindfold, Francesca seemed quite awkward not being able to see and started feeling around her eyes. Seeing her visibly shrinking, I reached out my hand, and she gently took it.

“…Don’t do anything strange just because I can’t see.”

I wonder what she means by “strange things.” We’re already doing plenty of strange things.

Of course, I didn’t voice these thoughts. I carefully wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and Francesca followed, taking very slow steps.

It was when I was laying Francesca down on the bed.

“……”

Francesca, now on the bed, waited silently.

Unfamiliar with the novel sensation, she rubbed her thighs together, slightly worried that something strange might happen.

Of course, the “strange things” she was thinking of were strictly limited to Frederick and herself.

Whether fortunate or unfortunate, her ominous premonition, which proved accurate, slightly missed her expectations.

At that moment, when the man who had laid the woman on the bed turned his head.

Two pairs of eyes peering through the crack in the door met his in mid-air.

At that very moment, a single sentence flashed through everyone’s mind except for one person.

“……”

“……”

“……”

We’re doomed.