The pace of the return march was noticeably slower than when they had entered. What should have taken two days at a forced march, or three to four days at a normal pace, stretched out to a full six days before they finally emerged. And even after leaving the forest, the lingering effects of the status ailment—caused by the smoke—persisted for as many days as they had been exposed. Logically, they should have pushed through as quickly as possible, but the march dragged on at a pace so slow that anyone could feel it.
Ha Seung-woo and Heo Jun-young found this very strange but kept their thoughts to themselves. They weren’t fools; they had noticed that the women in the expedition were deliberately slowing the pace. If they had said something like, “Why is the march so slow? Let’s hurry up!” they would have been met with countless glaring looks from the women. It was obvious. None of them wanted to endure that kind of silent judgment for the rest of the journey, and besides, no one wanted to take the lead on this issue.
Of course, there was one man who could have silenced those glares with a single word. There was exactly one. But for some reason, even Kim Soo-hyun didn’t complain about the slow pace. So the men tacitly agreed to keep quiet, and the painfully slow march continued.
By the time they finally left the forest, the sky had darkened to dusk. The expedition hurriedly set up camp, finished their meals, and then either crawled into their sleeping bags early or gathered around the campfire. The women, in particular, each held a few magical orbs, giggling as they chatted.
“Look at this! I caught Soo-hyun eating, and the way he chews so carefully is just adorable, isn’t it?”
“Pfft, that’s nothing. I actually got a video of him yawning! Check this out.”
“Where? Oh my, how did you even get that?”
“Look, look! See how he opens his mouth? And how he taps it with his hand?”
Even as night fell, the women couldn’t contain their excitement as they watched the orbs replay Soo-hyun’s daily life.
That’s right. Since Kim Soo-hyun had been transformed by the status ailment into a younger version of himself, his every move was being openly recorded. This wouldn’t last forever, so the women wanted to capture and keep this rare version of him in their memory orbs.
Nam Da-eun watched the video of young Soo-hyun yawning over and over, her eyes filled with longing.
“Unni, could you please give this to me? The yawning video?”
“No way, even if it’s a request from the clan lord, this one’s off-limits. Do you know how hard it was to get this footage? But… if it’s a video of him sleeping soundly, I might consider trading.”
When Jung Ha-yeon shrugged and said that, someone quickly shook their head.
“No, that’s not allowed. Last time someone tried to sneak a video, Soo-hyun got really serious and scolded us. He told us to stop already—‘Are you going to bother me even when I’m sleeping?’”
“That’s right. The clan lord made it clear, at least when he’s sleeping, no one is to come near. He was pretty stern about it.”
Sara’s slightly awkward voice was met with nods all around. Everyone knew that Soo-hyun was being unusually tolerant of their behavior. And since the expedition wasn’t over yet, crossing any line could bring down a harsh reprimand. If that happened, all filming would be off the table—and that was absolutely unacceptable.
“Phew… but I really want to get a video of oppa sleeping…”
“I’ll get up first.”
Just as An Sol sighed in disappointment, a woman covering her chest with her arms struggled to sit up. The firelight cast a rosy glow on Im Hanna’s cheeks, making her look like someone fighting off a cold. An Sol’s eyes widened.
“Unni? You’re already up?”
“Hm? Yeah, I just wanted to go to bed a little earlier.”
“Are you feeling okay? You don’t look well.”
“No, I’m fine. I’ll feel better after a good sleep.”
Hanna quickly waved off any concern, hiding the fact that she was suffering from a status ailment. As she carefully made her way to her sleeping bag, Jung Ha-yeon muttered behind her, “Is it that time? Your chest looks bigger…”
Hanna flinched. It wasn’t that day yet, but her breasts were definitely swollen. Since her milk had started flowing, she hadn’t been able to express it, so it had built up, making her breasts feel like they had mastitis—hard and painful. The soft, supple breasts she once had had become firm and heavy, weighing down her shoulders and body.
When she reached her sleeping bag, Hanna let out a long sigh. The center of the sleeping bag bulged—no need to look to know who was inside. Clutching her aching chest, she gently lifted the sleeping bag’s edge. There, like a ninja, lay young Kim Soo-hyun, prostrate. He glanced up briefly, then fixed her with a burning gaze.
“Ugh. Again, again, again. What are you going to do, always like this…”
Hanna gave a bitter smile. After six days, she could at least laugh about it now, but at first, she had been quite upset. Though unspoken, Soo-hyun had noticed that Hanna was lactating, and Hanna knew he knew.
The problem was that Soo-hyun had been following Hanna around at every opportunity, with a look that seemed to plead.
Hanna was at a loss. Even if it was a side effect of the status ailment, it was embarrassing and shameful for an unmarried woman to accept this. And Soo-hyun’s reaction made her feel even more awkward.
But as time passed, her feelings shifted somewhat. For one, young Soo-hyun was incredibly cute. His expression had changed dramatically. Having only seen his cold, dark side before, this sudden warmth and cuteness was a whole new charm. She could understand why Kim Yoo-hyun was so devoted to his younger brother.
Also, Hanna was naturally soft-hearted around children. Soo-hyun, who usually ignored her, now looked at her with bright, sparkling eyes, and she found herself thinking, “He must be really hungry.” Besides, she needed to express the milk eventually, and after all, they had been intimate once.
After much thought, Hanna finally spoke quietly.
“…Just this once, okay?”
But Soo-hyun said nothing. His silence meant a firm no. Hanna sighed deeply but cautiously crawled into the sleeping bag. Yet, a faint flicker of hope stirred within her—what could that be about?
Once Hanna settled inside, perhaps thinking she had given permission, Soo-hyun suddenly reached out like a restless foal.
“No. Stay still. If you move on your own, I won’t let you.”
At that, he froze. Hanna chuckled softly, calmly loosened her robe, and revealed her pale, swollen breasts. Two dazzlingly white mounds of flesh, with shyly protruding pink nipples—no longer full and soft, but swollen and hard. Hanna blushed deeply and looked away. Soo-hyun stared blankly, as if the palace of his dreams had suddenly appeared before him.
A moment later, with his mouth wide open, Soo-hyun finally latched onto her breast. Hanna shivered slightly as he sucked with all his might, but no milk came out. It was all clogged up from being backed up for so long.
But Soo-hyun didn’t give up. He massaged her breasts with both hands, twisting and squeezing with all his strength, sucking with the desperate effort of a newborn.
Then—
Pssht!
It felt like the blockage burst all at once.
“Ah…!”
Hanna nearly screamed but managed to stifle it with a hand over her mouth.
She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them wide. Once the flow started, the milk stored in her breasts surged and rushed somewhere, explosively pouring out through her nipples. When she looked down, she saw Soo-hyun greedily sucking, his mouth stretched wide enough to make her breasts cave in.
Suck—suck—suck—suck—
Gulp!
The sound of him drawing milk and swallowing it deliciously. Hanna gasped, a mix of pain and relief. It was like needles pricking her nipples, or a pleasant popping sensation. At the same time, an electric warmth spread through her lower body, filling her with heat. A helpless expression slowly crossed her face.
Her hands, which had been resting quietly, now patted Soo-hyun’s back wildly, but he paid no mind, continuing to suckle the flowing milk without hesitation.
After a brief pause to catch her breath, Kim Su-hyun parted her lips, revealing nipples flushed a deep red and a fountain of milk spurting upward. A single stream of milky white liquid trickled down her nipple—a sight charged with raw sensuality. Drool slipped from her slightly parted mouth. Im Hanna felt her mind go hazy. The heavy fullness of her breasts being gently emptied was an indescribably pleasurable sensation.
But one side still felt heavy. Before she even had time to think about it, Im Hanna found herself cradling Kim Su-hyun’s neck and guiding her to latch onto the other breast.
“Hng…!”
As the sucking resumed with renewed vigor, Im Hanna experienced the same exquisite pleasure as before. Every time Kim Su-hyun gulped with all her might, a thrilling electric current ran through Im Hanna’s entire body—an intensity that only grew stronger with each moment.
“…!”
Not satisfied with just one side, Kim Su-hyun gathered both breasts into her mouth and began to suckle with abandon. She sucked so fiercely it felt as if a vacuum cleaner had been turned on full blast, pulling Im Hanna’s breasts in like a raging river. Startled by the sudden onslaught, Im Hanna’s eyes snapped open wide as she twisted her waist.
“W-wait…! Su, Su—!”
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Matching her reaction, the lewd sounds grew louder and more urgent.
“Ugh… hng… mm… ahh…!”
Unable to resist the rising tide of pleasure, Im Hanna began to sob softly. She struggled desperately to pull Kim Su-hyun away, but it was no use—she was rooted in place. Kim Su-hyun clung on fiercely, drinking deeply of the milk, and in response, Im Hanna’s once gentle eyes darkened with a lascivious gleam.
Finally, Im Hanna embraced Kim Su-hyun tightly, her body trembling violently. Between her gasps, warm liquid trickled from her core, leaving her lower body flushed and tingling.
After reaching that overwhelming climax, Im Hanna stared blankly into space, her eyes unfocused. The graceful poise that had earned her the title “Monica’s Flower” and the admiration of countless men was nowhere to be seen—she was utterly spent.
Yet Kim Su-hyun still clung on, absorbed in suckling. Im Hanna wanted to tell her to stop, but she had no strength left. She could only shudder occasionally like a fish caught on a spear.
That day, Im Hanna succeeded in releasing every last drop of the milk she had stored up.
But she paid the price—Kim Su-hyun kept at her through the night, and only after six consecutive climaxes did Im Hanna finally lose consciousness.
The journey back to the city was smooth. Though we were ambushed a few times, no monsters appeared that surpassed the strength of our expedition team. Once the status ailments were lifted and we returned to normal, the path ahead was clear. From then on, we saw no need to walk; just like on the way in, we used Jeogal Haesol’s transport ability to speed back at an incredible pace.
Looking back, the six days after leaving the forest were surprisingly pleasant and refreshing. Thanks to Im Hanna’s status ailments, I got to experience something new. (At first, she wouldn’t let me touch her at all, but after I kept trailing her around like a puppy, she finally relented.)
From the night she gave permission, I took every chance I could to sneak Im Hanna off to secluded spots under the pretense of scouting. When I looked at her with a clear message—“I want to suck your breasts”—she reluctantly let me latch on, and I indulged my desires freely. The abundant milk flowing from her generous breasts was like an endless spring of life, more than enough to satisfy my constant demands.
One regret: the day before her status ailments lifted, Im Hanna got seriously sulky. While nursing, she kept teasing me, saying, “Su-hyun’s tastes have gotten so childish now, haven’t they?” I shot back, “Well, you’re just a pig who only climaxes from breasts,” and immediately got smacked on the back. She was clearly offended.
Even just now, as we neared our destination, I tried to strike up a casual conversation, and Im Hanna responded with a cute, “Hmph.”
I backed off awkwardly but honestly wasn’t too worried. I already had a plan to cheer her up. Since Lee Yoo-jung had reached Secret Class, it was about time Im Hanna did too. I planned to casually slip her the Priestess’s Emblem we got from the Steel Mountain Range when the moment was right.
…Anyway.
As my thoughts drifted, I glanced back and saw Lee Yoo-jung quietly following behind.
Surprisingly, she had been silent the entire return trip. Unlike other women who might fuss or sneak photos, she just trailed behind like a mouse. But she wasn’t the timid girl she used to be. Often, she stared blankly into space, probably checking her user info.
I didn’t bother her. I knew it was better for her to figure things out on her own than to be taught.
In other words, gaining Secret Class wasn’t the end. Now that she understood the importance of user info, Lee Yoo-jung would surely grow stronger.
Looking forward to the Lee Yoo-jung who would transform completely, I turned my gaze back to the road.
Ahead, the red wasteland came into view about a hundred meters away.
Less than half a day remained until we reached Atlanta.
---------------------------= Author’s Note =---------------------------
I kept hitting “Check for Updates,” but the completion mark never showed up. I got impatient and pressed it again, and when two chapters popped up, I was so surprised I quickly deleted one.
First off, I want to reiterate—I’m a man. Naturally, I’m attracted to women. So why did I emphasize “man” yesterday? Not because I’m lonely, but because I’m actually pretty shy around the opposite sex. I get really embarrassed. That’s why I couldn’t just write “woman.” It felt a bit awkward. (__ )*
And everyone, please don’t misunderstand. I don’t have any hidden agenda. I just wanted to evoke that warm, cozy feeling from when we were all babies once upon a time…
…
Yes, I admit it—I’m a pervert. Fine, I like breasts. Call me a pervert. But honestly, is there any guy out there who doesn’t like breasts?
And so what if a guy’s a pervert? (Proudly.)