As the old saying goes, "Words can lie, but the stomach can't." This was precisely the case for Dylan, who was clearly hungry, yet felt a deep sense of embarrassment. He couldn't help but feel awkward and reluctant as he looked at her body, especially at her plump chest and her pink nipples. It was quite hypocritical of him since he would be sucking them tits dry if he was having sex with her as Dylan but right in his current form he felt hella shy now.
"Ahh... my stomach... I really need to drink," Dylan muttered, accepting his predicament. He opened his mouth almost instinctively, his body reaching out for her soft, pink nipple.
"Oh my, you're quite eager, aren't you?" The woman moaned softly, her voice full of pleasure as he latched on, and his mouth worked on her gently, as though it was meant to be soothing rather than harsh.
"You don't have to say it like that," Dylan responded, his words feeling awkward. "It's honestly pretty embarrassing... drinking milk like this when you've got the consciousness of a nineteen-year-old college student."
His words, though intended as a complaint, only came out as soft, almost newborn-like noises.
*Anh~* The woman moaned with an inappropriate sound again, trying to suppress the sound but failing as it slipped out.
"You are a naughty boy," she teased, her voice low and sultry, full of maturity.
"Wait… What lady? I'm not doing anything, and yet you're still making these... inappropriate sounds," Dylan complained, though his words were lost on her.
In truth, Dylan wasn't doing anything to provoke the reactions he was hearing. It was simply his bloodline—his half- lust demon nature—that was causing her to react this way. His demonic aura, which he could not control, was leaking out, influencing her without his awareness.
*Nghh~* The woman quickly placed her hand over her mouth, trying in vain to stifle the involuntary hot moans.
"Okay, this is just blue balling... If it's going to be like this, how am I supposed to think straight?" Dylan sighed, feeling mentally aroused by the moans that escaped from her. "I guess this is what they mean by the deepest level of hell."
For the next few minutes, she continued to breastfeed him, all the while softly moaning with every moment. When she finally finished, she gave him a warm smile and said, "A naughty boy like you is going to make many women happy in the future."
Dylan didn't fully understand what she had said, but the slightly flushed expression on her face, combined with the seductive smile and the way she bit her lips, gave him a clear enough idea of what her words meant.
Once the breastfeeding session was over, the woman stood up and put on her blouse, preparing herself for the next part of the task. At that moment, the lich entered the room.
"Good work," the lich said, his voice cold but satisfied. He handed her five gold coins, which she took with a grateful nod and tucked into the pouch that hung from her waist.
"Thank you, sir," she replied with genuine gratitude. "I'll be forever grateful for this."
"No need to thank me," the lich replied. "Just continue breastfeeding him daily, and you'll be paid handsomely for your work."
"I will, sir," she assured him.
"Alright, enter the portal," the lich instructed. "You'll return to your place. And don't tell anyone about this—keep it to yourself."
With that, the lich opened a shimmering teleportation portal, his voice carrying a note of finality and advice.
The woman nodded and stepped into the portal, disappearing through the swirling light. The portal closed behind her, leaving the room in silence once more.
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Three Months Later
"Man... this is still so damn boring!" Dylan groaned, his voice filled with frustration.
It had been three months since his life had taken a strange turn, and not much had changed, except for a few things. Dylan had grown heavier, and few inches taller than before, where he looked like a dried lizard. His body seemed to have changed, but his situation remained pretty much the same.
The most significant development, however, was that he had begun to understand simple words. It wasn't much, but he could now comprehend about five or six words in a sentence. He had learned basic numbers and simple vocabulary—things like "he/she," "what/where," "time/food," and similar terms.
The reason he was able to grasp any of it at all was because of the lich, Vekros. The lich had taken it upon himself to carry Dylan around and teach him. Vekros would point at objects and make simple sounds, guiding him like a parent teaching a child to speak. His approach was similar to that of teaching a dog—gesturing at things and saying the words repeatedly. The lich knew that a child of Dylan's apparent age wouldn't have the intelligence to truly understand words and their meanings. However, he was wrong about Dylan. Despite being trapped in a small, infantile body, Dylan still carried the mind and knowledge of a nineteen-year-old college student.
To Dylan, Vekros had become a figure akin to a grandfather. Dylan enjoyed spending time with him.
Dylan's daily routine was simple, but monotonous. He woke up in the morning, his body still weak and in need of sustenance, and would drink milk from Mila's breasts. Afterward, he'd go on a walk with Grandpa Vekros. Following that, he'd drink milk again, then spend time with either Robart or Aeru. By this point, his body would start to yearn for sleep, so he'd nap. Throughout the day, milk was a recurring part of his life.
Before going to bed at night, Dylan would listen to the stories Vekros told, his deep voice narrating tales. As the night wore on, Dylan would fall asleep once again. And, of course, there was the occasional and rather embarrassing incident—randomly shitting his pants and throwing up, something that continued to happen despite his best efforts to avoid it.
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