A Pervert's Dream Land.

Kael didn’t hesitate. He wouldn’t dream of turning down an opportunity to get closer to the "milk lady." "If that’s the case, then I suppose I have no choice," he replied smoothly.

"Oh, what a sweet child! Come, sit close to me," Lyla invited.

Kael sat down beside her, eating quietly and listening to their banter with feigned disinterest.

However, his ears pricked up when the conversation naturally drifted toward Lyla’s profession. It was the opening he had been waiting for. He leaned in slightly, adopting an expression of earnest, wide-eyed curiosity.

"Miss Lyla," Kael chimed in, his voice innocent and probing. "My mother told me that the milk you provide us comes directly from your breasts. Is that actually true?"

The living room fell momentarily still, the weight of the question hanging in the air as he watched both women’s reactions to his bold, boundary-pushing curiosity.

Lyla’s laughter was light and melodic, her heavy chest bouncing rhythmically with the amusement she felt.

"First off, little Kael, you can call me either Aunt Lyla or just Lyla—’Miss’ sounds far too distant for someone so close to the family. And to answer your question, yes, it comes directly from these breasts. Why, did you doubt your mother’s word?"

Amber joined in, a soft, indulgent smile playing on her lips as she watched the interaction.

Kael kept his expression schooled in feigned frustration, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No, I didn’t doubt her," he grumbled, pitching his voice to sound like he was annoyed at being treated like a child rather than the man he felt he was becoming.

"But I’ve tried squeezing both Mom’s and Aunt Suna’s breasts, and nothing ever comes out of them. It just doesn’t make sense."

The living room erupted in laughter, both women finding his blunt, experimental curiosity incredibly endearing. Lyla wiped a stray tear of mirth from her eye, leaning in closer to him.

"Oh, sweetie, nothing would come out of them," she explained, her voice taking on a gentle, instructive tone. "You see, a woman’s body only produces milk when she has recently given birth to a child. It’s a natural process."

Kael kept his face slightly downcast, pouting just enough to maintain the charade. "I know that much," he muttered, carefully crafting his next jab to push the boundary even further.

"But that doesn’t explain how it works for you. You aren’t exactly nursing a baby right now, are you?"

Lyla’s laughter subsided into a warm, knowing hum. She leaned forward, the fabric of her bodice straining as she lifted her heavy breasts with both hands, bringing them into his field of vision.

It was a brazen, casual display, one that made Kael’s pulse quicken as he caught the faint, sweet scent of milk radiating from her skin.

"That is because of Granny’s magic, little Kael," Lyla explained, her voice dropping to a teasing, conspiratorial whisper. "All of us who work on the milk farm undergo a special procedure.

Granny’s magic allows her to control our bodily functions, accelerating the way we process nutrients so that most of what we consume is converted and released directly from our breasts. It’s why you’ll notice they are quite a bit larger than those of the other women here in Korua."

She gave her breasts a light, rhythmic squeeze, the movement sending a subtle tremor through the soft flesh.

Amber watched the display with a mix of amusement and pride, clearly untroubled by Lyla’s openness.

Kael kept his eyes locked on the heavy, swaying globes, his breath hitching just enough to be noticeable. The explanation was fascinating, but the physical reality of her offering was far more captivating.

Lyla’s clothes were significantly looser than those of his mother or Aunt Suna, likely a necessary precaution to accommodate her constant production and prevent any unfortunate leaks.

Kael didn’t miss the way the fabric hung, offering him a tempting glimpse of the skin beneath. He decided to play his hand.

He looked up at her, schooling his face into the perfect mask of childlike wonder, his eyes wide and pleading. "Can I try squeezing them, Aunt Lyla?"

Amber’s expression sharpened instantly. "Kael, that is extremely impolite. You cannot ask Lyla something like that."

Before Kael could even muster a defense, Lyla waved a hand dismissively at his mother, her gaze remaining fixed on him with an amused, knowing intensity. "No, Amber, let it be. He’s just a curious child; there is no need to stifle his imagination."

Amber softened, offering a small, resigned nod.

Lyla turned her focus back to Kael, her voice dropping to a playful, intimate register.

"Okay, Kael. We can compromise. If I let you squeeze them without a purpose, the milk would just go to waste. So, how about this? We’ll milk them into a container first—that way you can fulfill your curiosity without any loss. Then, I’ll take the portion I’d already packed for you today and give it to someone else, and you can have this fresh batch, straight from the source."

She offered a slow, incredibly mischievous wink toward Amber, who hid a smile behind her hand. Kael felt his heart hammer against his ribs.

He had not only secured permission to touch her, but he had successfully turned their casual conversation into a game that centered entirely around his own desires.

"That sounds... very fair," Kael replied, keeping his voice steady despite the surge of heat in his blood. He watched as Lyla set the food aside, her movements deliberate and inviting, clearly ready to turn the morning into a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

Amber let out a light, melodic laugh, though a flicker of genuine concern remained in her eyes. "I just hope this child’s unreasonable demands don’t cause you any discomfort, Lyla."

Lyla brushed off the concern with a graceful wave of her hand. "You worry far too much, Amber. Did you forget this is the work I do? This is just a standard part of my daily routine, nothing more."

She chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, as she playfully jiggled her breasts with both hands. "Besides, who knows? Little Kael might become so infatuated with these that he decides to become a milker himself, haha!"

She turned her gaze back to him, her expression shifting into something more focused. "Let us start then, little Kael. Go fetch a container; I’ll be undressed by the time you get back."

Kael’s heart hammered against his ribs. He felt as though he were walking on air, his "little brother" straining aggressively against the confines of his trousers, desperate for release.

The sheer speed at which the situation had escalated was dizzying—he had barely expected to get a look, let alone a private session.

When he returned to the hall, the sight that greeted him caused him to stumble. Lyla was already fully exposed, kneeling on the floor in a deep, submissive doggy-style position, her heavy breasts swaying with every breath.

"Kael, you can place the container beneath me and begin," she directed, her voice calm and professional.

Kael hesitated for a split second, his mind racing. "Aunt Lyla, I could have done this while you were sitting, couldn’t I?"

Lyla didn’t even look back, her posture perfectly arched. "Sweetie, this is the formal procedure we follow for our milking sessions; it ensures the maximum possible output from the breasts. Now, get to work—there’s no need to waste time talking."

He didn’t need to be told twice. He knelt behind her, placing the container with trembling hands. Up close, gravity was even less kind—and more spectacular—to her breasts.

They were truly massive, heavy globes of soft flesh. Her nipples, sensitive and stiff, were already puffed and elongated to an inch in length, looking like primed targets.

He reached out and took hold of one, his fingers sinking into the warmth of her skin. As he squeezed downward, a thick, steady jet of milk arched perfectly into the pot.

The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure over-stimulation that sent a shiver down his spine. His breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as he began the rhythmic work of milking her.

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