Chapter Sixteen #2
I wrapped a couple fingers around Rosie’s left nipple to try and get a grip on it, and then I used my free hand to do that same technique I figured out earlier.
I squeezed from the top down while pulling her nipple downward at the same time, tightening my grip on it just enough to make sure the stream of milk shot into the bucket rather than spray everywhere.
It was kind of fun.
But, as I would find out, also tiring… since I had to do that for about ten minutes per breast. My hands started to cramp up by the end of it.
But! We were done. I couldn’t squeeze any more milk out of Rosie’s tits. The bucket was also filled to the brim with milk.
“That’s a lot,” Lupa said, staring into the bucket of fresh milk after helping Rosie back to the bed.
Rosie fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed. I wasn’t sure how many times she orgasmed while we milked her, but… I wanted to guess at least twenty times, but there was no way it was some outrageous amount like that.
…
No, it was probably significantly more than twenty.
As for me, I had an idea.
I took a healing potion out of my inventory and chugged it. Once I drank it, all that was left was a glass bottle and a cork. They did not count as items in the system, however, so I couldn’t place them back in my inventory. I had to physically store them somewhere.
So… what would happen if…
I submerged the now-empty bottle into the bucket of milk, kept it there until it filled up, and then corked it.
[Rosie’s Milk added to inventory.]
I knew it.
//Rosie’s Milk
//Type: Consumable [Potion] (Epic)
//Restores 80% Health immediately and an additional 5% Health every 3 seconds for the next 90 seconds.
//Cooldown: 600 seconds
//Hey, bro. I changed this description since I had a feeling this would happen.
Just wanted to say: nice. Alright, the description will go back to normal after you read this once.
I’d say that I hope you’re enjoying the world, but I’m pretty sure I don’t need to hope for that if you’re reading this.
… and the milk was still just as incredible as it was in the game.
The thing is, in the game, acquiring the item was only possible by choosing to spend a night with Rosie.
It was just a little bit of flavor text the player could choose at the end of the day.
Afterward, they would get one bottle of milk.
The potion was crazy strong, but it was balanced because there was no way to mass produce it.
A day could only be ended after clearing a dungeon, so one bottle could be acquired after every dungeon.
There was no point in relying on it as a main healing method.
But here, in this world…
I looked into the bucket.
I was pretty sure I could get a few dozen more potions out of it.
That took Rosie’s Milk from being a strong but not-that-useful item… to being pretty overpowered.
But did I want to abuse that? No, I couldn’t… but…
Rosie, who apparently woke back up, reached down to pick up the bucket and marched out of the room with it.
“Ro—Rosie?” I asked. “Where are you—”
Lupa followed after her first.
When I heard the sound of a toilet flushing, I shot up and ran to the source, only to see Lupa on her knees in front of the bathroom with a single tear running down her cheek. “The milk… it’s gone…”
I looked into the bathroom to confirm the worst.
The sight was too horrifying. Too cruel. Inhumane.
There she was, Rosie, standing next to the toilet with an annoyed expression, an empty bucket, and a flushing toilet.
Rosie glared at us and said, “I can’t believe you used my mom’s milking bucket on me.” She shivered in disgust. “Ugh… that feels so wrong… I need to sterilize this before she gets home.”
“Why’d you spill the milk out?!” I shouted—no, I cried.
“Because what are we even going to do with all of that?! Milk doesn’t last forever! It goes bad! And it’s embarrassing! Do you expect me to explain to my mom that I had to use her bucket for my milk?!”
“But—but this is cheating!”
“How is this cheating?!”
“You’re letting all the bacteria in the sewers drink your milk instead of me! It’s not fair! It should have been me!”
Lupa sniffled and wiped her hand over her eyes. “We could have made so much cheese…”
Rosie wasn’t amused by our dramatic display, but I was.
“By the way,” I said. “If orgasming is what makes you produce milk… I’m pretty sure you came way more today than you did last night. Doesn’t that mean you’ll produce even more milk later?”
Rosie dropped the bucket. “Oh… oh no… do—do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?! How am I supposed to live?! I’m going to be lactating all the time now! Stop being so perfect! Don’t make me cum so many times!”
“But I wasn’t even trying to make you cum. I just wanted to get all the milk out.”
Rosie turned even redder after hearing that I wasn’t even trying to pleasure her. “I’m—I’m going to have to buy pumps or something to use… I can’t trust you two to do it for me. You’ll just make me fill up with even more milk…”
Lupa’s eyes sparkled. “I don’t see a problem with that.”
“I won’t even fit into my clothes! The more we lactate, the bigger our boobs get to hold the milk! Do you know how expensive my clothes already are thanks to them?!”
“Mm… the woes of the big boobs are more than I knew…”
Rosie let out a long, tired sigh. “You two, go clean the bedroom. I have to sanitize this bucket.”
Lupa and I both acted like abused dogs upon hearing that. “Alright…” I said.
And Lupa, of course, let out a sad, “Mm…”
Rosie sighed again in record time. “I swear, I’m the youngest one out of us, but I feel like the parent.”
I couldn’t deny that statement, and it was a pretty funny one to think about.
After getting everything cleaned up and taking some baths, we decided to go out for breakfast since being alone in the house was too dangerous.
It made us want to make a mess of things right after cleaning up again.
We also made sure to light some candles while cleaning that, of course, we put out before leaving for breakfast.
And where was better to go than Fredericka’s?
Then, despite how non-dungeon-y the morning was, Rosie figured out the perfect way to make it about dungeons once we all finished our food.
“Alright! Now that there’s three of us, let’s have our first official strategy meeting!” Rosie said, sitting across from me at the table. “And Lupa… there’s a chair for you to sit on.”
Lupa was currently sitting on the floor next to me while resting her head on my lap. “Mm. Don’t want to. This spot is better.”
I reached down to pet Lupa’s head before slowly sliding my hand to beneath her chin to scratch there. “Go sit in the chair for now, alright? I’ll give you more scratches later if you do.”
“Mm. Okay.”
Though it saddened the both of us, Lupa got up off the floor to properly sit at the table.
“I don’t know how a girl can be so shameless,” Rosie said.
“You’re welcome to join her in being shameless,” I replied.
“I—I have too much pride for that.”
“You have too much milk, too.”
“Shut up.”
“So mean. Anyways, since this was your idea, what’s the topic for our meeting?”
“Ri-right! I wanted to discuss our future classes! And this time, your forbidden knowledge is allowed.”
“Got it.”
Lupa tilted her head. “Forbidden knowledge?”
“Oh, right. It’s… really about time you know, so let’s get that out of the way with.”
Just like with Rosie and her parents, I told Lupa everything about how this world was originally just a game and how I got brought to it.
“So that’s why Master is so weird for a guy,” Lupa said.
Rosie nodded in agreement. “Right?”
“I wonder what would happen if the girls from our world got swapped with the girls from his.”
“I think both would be a lot happier… but then the girls from his would be with the guys from ours… and I think there’d be war if that happened.”
I raised my hand to interject. “I don’t know about war, but they’d probably hate each other, stay to themselves, and go extinct from not having any children.”
“Good point. Anyways! Lupa, any questions before we move on?”
Lupa looked at me and asked, “Do you miss your other world? Do… you want to go—”
“No and no,” I answered. “I don’t miss it at all and I never want to go back. I’m staying here forever.”
Lupa tilted her head a little and smiled. “Mm. Good. No more questions.”
“Okay!” Rosie said. “Discussion time! I’ll start. Sev! With your infinite and forbidden wisdom, can you help me figure out which classes to go for?”
I was already smiling. “You have no idea how much I love making builds. Alright, so, do you have anything in mind already? Any preferences? Goals?”
“Well…”
Lupa let out a soft sigh while staring at me. “I love Master’s smile.”
“L-Lupa! I get it, I do, but save the flirting for later! We’re strategizing!”
“Flirting sounds more fun.”
“Sorry, Lupa,” I said. “But I’m on Rosie’s side here. Theorycrafting and thinking about builds is way more fun than flirting and obviously takes precedence.”
“Mm… Master is a dungeonsexual.”
“You’re damn right I am.”
“Ha-hang on,” Rosie said. “It’s not like I said I think it’s better, just more important right now.”
“You didn’t answer my questions yet, Rosie,” I said. “Come on, I need as many details as possible so that I can help you figure out the perfect build!”
“That’s so much pressure all of a sudden!” Rosie took a deep breath. “Okay. Hang on. Okay. So… I want to be able to protect everyone.”
“So, you’ll keep being the tank.”
“Yeah. You could say that’s my goal, too.
I want to protect everyone so that nobody else ever gets hurt.
And… I don’t mind if I get hurt, but I would prefer not getting too hurt in the process.
It’s not like I like pain or anything. I just want to protect others more than I care about getting hurt. ”
“Anything else?”
“Umm… I like using blunt weapons, like my mace… but I kind of want to use two-handed hammers. Mom used to use one and so does Sophie, so I guess it runs in the family. But… you don’t really see tanks with two-handed weapons since then they can’t use shields.”