Chapter 10: The Milk of Human Kindness is Blood-Flavored

It was night in Lake Ribra.

The water is golden and so was the dust of the air.

An hour had passed since Adonis returned from his stroll. The coachman and Maid Clara were fast asleep by the carriage wheels. Even Bradley, who’d spent the evening swearing to stay awake and start taking shifts to guard his mother’s body so that pervert wouldn’t try anything, was fast asleep.

Before that he said many things.

"I won’t give that shameless bastard the filthy satisfaction of being alone with mother, dammit!"

He looked straight at Minerva with a smile.

"Trust me, mother!"

"Fufu~ of course, my dear."

The fuming queen had simply sighed and forced out a sweet little smile for her son’s sake.

A confused Bradley had lifted a brow.

"Mother, are you okay? Your face is boiling red like a teapot and there’s veins throbbing on your forehead..."

"Haha, everything’s fine, dearest."

"O-, Okay..."

Now, Bradley was snoring softly right on his mother’s thighs with a small, peaceful smile on his face. Of all the princes, he had the closest relationship with his mother, and seeing that sight actually made Adonis smile a little to himself.

He thought back to his past life, realizing he hadn’t really done much to repay his own mother, who’d done her all to make sure he lived a comfortable life. And it wasn’t like he could make amends in this world either, seeing as Adonis’s mother was dead.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice Minerva gently waving at him with a mild, inviting smile.

Adonis blinked, waved back, and walked closer to her.

"I know, I know. I’m a bit tardy. Sorry about that. I got a little lost sightseeing, you see."

Minerva nodded very gently.

Without waking her sleeping son, she carefully lifted Bradley’s head off her thighs and rested it gently on a small cushion on their picnic blanket. She looked up at Adonis after.

"It’s fine now that you’re back."

Adonis felt a tiny prick of skepticism. Since when was this normally demanding, fierce woman so calm and soft-spoken about everything?

Minerva reached down and lifted her dress slightly so the fabric wouldn’t cover her shiny thighs anymore, then tapped the empty space right beside her.

"Come rest on them~ or I might catch a cold from exposing them to the night air for so long, yunno."

Ding!

[Host has entered a trap.]

Adonis glared at the bright-red panel before him.

’Silence!’ ಠ_ಠ

He didn’t waste a single second. He dropped straight down onto the blanket and rested his head heavily on Minerva’s lap. She was a slender woman by all accounts, but you could still call her wonderfully heavy if you considered her impossibly buxom chest and huge hips.

Then there were her thick, sculpted thighs that he was currently laying on, which felt just as soft as a pair of luxury pillows. He couldn’t even believe how easily his head sunk into her pleasantly plump legs.

Minerva pointed out toward the glittering golden lake and the swirling dust motes in the air.

"Isn’t it beautiful? I’m not quite sure there’s anything more stunning in the entire world than Lake Ribra at night."

Adonis nodded, a simple, "Mhm."

Minerva’s brow immediately twitched into a vicious frown.

Adonis blinked. "Uh, what’s wrong?"

She gave him a stern, maternal look.

"You were supposed to say I AM far more beautiful than any scenery in the world. True or NOT."

Adonis nodded hastily. "Of course you are!"

Minerva folded her arms tightly across her chest and looked away with a petulant pout.

"Hmph. Well, I don’t want to hear it now."

The forest clearing went silent again. Adonis scrambled for something, anything, to say, until the queen suddenly broke the quiet by asking an obscure question.

"You meant it, didn’t you?"

Adonis looked up at her from her lap. He could see her pretty face just fine, but due to the angle, most of what he could really see was her prominent, heaving chest. There was a strange, obsessive edge creeping into her voice that made him slightly nervous. She smiled down at him, her fingers reaching out to gently tuck a stray lock of golden hair behind his smooth ear.

"You won’t leave me like Leander did, right?"

Her ruby eyes glowed blood-red.

"If you ever leave me, Adonis... I’ll have to drain every drop of blood from every girl who looks at your direction. I’ll have to lock you away in the blood realm where only I can feed you."

Adonis’s friendly smile stiffened.

’Hmm, so this must be the trap.’

He cleared his throat and tried to relax his features.

In a way, Adonis couldn’t truly bring himself to call it simple obsession. He would never think so lowly of the losing heroines; after all, nobody had gone through more unfair hardships than them. Yes, Minerva was a strong, bold woman who wasn’t a bit afraid to order men around or make harsh demands. But beneath all that, she was deeply terrified of being alone.

According to the story, a later arc reveals she originally came from the Blood Forest, an independent country in the northern reaches of the Magic Continent. She had lived among her brutal, savage blood witch sisters before she herself was eventually sold out into slavery by her own mother and shipped off to Soron, where she was finally bought by King Aldrius Falsbane.

The losing heroines always went through the worst lives imaginable and never even got to end up with the main protagonist they endlessly chased.

’They’re just cheap narrative tools for the author to express casual cruelty. What a sick joke...’

He smiled up at Minerva.

"Of course I won’t leave you..."

To emphasize his point, he soothingly traced a finger down her bare, smooth thigh, making Minerva instantly gasp and squeeze her crotch tight in response.

"Good..."

Minerva murmured, flashing him a look that was both deeply maternal and intensely sensual. She continued to stroke his hair like one would lovingly pet a favorite cat.

"Adonis..." she breathlessly called his name.

"Yeah?" he answered.

She reached up to the collar of her heavy robe and slowly began to loosen the ties.

"Because you’ve been working so hard to protect me, my sweet prince... it’s time for your proper reward. A blood witch’s true essence must be passed directly through her milk. Drink from me, Adonis... and let our souls fuse permanently."

Adonis froze completely.

He looked up at her perfectly serious, intensely obsessive face, and then looked right down at her hands casually parting her robes to reveal her cleavage.

’Hold on a second, the webnovel definitely didn’t specify she was THIS crazy! She wants to feed me WHAT?!’

[Warning: Losing Heroines are highly volatile, dangerous, and conceptually bonkers creatures, but this side is not always fully expressed in the story due to a lack of a romance route.]

Adonis lifted a brow in his mind.

’Wait, so I’m actually going to be the permanent victim of all their terrifying dangers and weird psychological kinks just because I’m romancing them?!’

[Correct. Current Situation: Queen Minerva wishes to initiate the Blood Binding Ritual.]

It took barely a second before one of her heavy breasts spilled out, resting right on his face. He could feel the slight, firm poke of her hardened nipple right against his cheek. It had a vivid, pepto-bismol pink color, almost glowing in the moonlight.

"Uhm..."

Adonis hesitantly poked it with a single finger, and it twitched as if it were about to burst with pressure. She must have been holding back her overwhelming maternal and romantic urges for so long that her breasts had become painfully swollen.

Without giving himself time to overthink it, he grabbed her heavy breast with both hands as his mouth swallowed her entire nipple. His tongue went to work instantly, caressing the sensitive tip passionately while his teeth lightly chewed on the edge to thoroughly arouse her.

Minerva jerked violently against the blanket with Adonis still resting across her thighs.

She gasped as her hands tangled deep into his hair.

"Ahn...?! You’re suddenly nibbling so hard... since when are you so suggestive, hmmph~?"

Adonis rolled his tongue expertly while sucking deeply, and within moments, a sharp, bloody yet incredibly rich-tasting milk flooded his mouth, pouring down his bulging throat.

His thoughts turned hazy.

’I’ve never sucked a woman’s chest in my previous life, let alone one producing actual milk. This is... odd...’

The mana-enriching milk flooded his stomach.

Seems Minerva was more than thoroughly satisfied with his tongue technique as well. While he was busy,

While he was busy, he used his hands to squeeze not just her stiff nipples, but the all of her soft, magnificent breast.

Yuuunnn, fyuuunn~

Those were the muffled, wet sounds as he sucked and caressed the wild blood witch.

The intense sexiness of the moment gave Adonis a sudden, painful tightness in his trousers that Minerva was too sharp to miss. With a breathless sigh, she placed a warm hand directly on his bulging crotch and lightly rubbed him there.

"Take it easy, Little Fifth~"

She wrapped both arms securely around his head, cradling him close against her body and continuing to stroke his hair just like she was nursing a helpless baby.

Ding!

[Now that you’ve accepted her blood milk, your mana capacity has doubled once again. However, you will never be able to leave her sight without her tracking your soul-signature. You are now permanently bound by a blood contract.]