Chapter 17: Fleeting Regret
As Silas supported Ellis's small body against her breast with one hand and fed him with the other, he found himself staring at her ample breasts while drinking the milk.
The taste was... unpleasant.
He didn't know how it had been acquired, nor did he care much at this point. He drank it regardless—there was no other choice for now.
He had already complained a few times, after all. But each time, he was silenced with the same response: "It's the best for your health."
So, he knew there was no use in arguing about it anymore.
His thoughts wandered, drifting from one thing to another, until he forgot the taste of the milk he was drinking. Eventually, they settled on another topic... and even led him to make a decision.
And so, he finally moved his small hand.
Then, he reached out—toward her breast.
And held it... or at least, that was his intention.
But his hand was too small, his fingers barely sinking into the soft flesh.
All he could manage was gripping a handful.