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🕑 Added 2025-09-27 22:12:18 +0000 UTCChapter 27: The Adult Mugunghwa Flower
The day of the showdown arrived. Today was Sun Day, when no one worked except for the warrior women on guard duty, the workshops, forge, and gathering were all closed.
Having carefully wrapped the sword “Shake” he’d made with Mary and hidden it in the forge, Milk woke Linda early and headed there with her.
“You said you forgot something?”
“Yeah! I made it with Mary, but I just left it there and forgot.”
“Let’s go get it. I’ll guard you.”
“Thanks, Linda. Wait outside? I’ll tell Mom I’m going.”
“Yes, Master!”
While Linda waited outside, Millie, who’d just put the kids to bed and was resting, quietly approached Milk.
“Here, take this.”
She handed him a key. Whatever it opened, it was clearly important.
“You know the rest area for pregnant women? There’s an old storage shed behind it. It’s a secret spot for your dad and me.”
“Is it really okay to lend me a place like that?”
“Why not? If my son’s going to be with a woman, as his mother I should help.”
“Geez...”
“There’s hardly anything inside. It’s old and unused now. I used to look after it, so I kept the key. On days like today, your dad and I would spend time there...”
“I don’t need to hear about your love life!”
As Milk squirmed, Millie smiled and patted his back.
“Do your best, son!”
“Uh, okay...”
Even among a tribe that encourages sex, it felt strange to have his mother cheer him on as he went off to sleep with a woman.
Milk met Linda outside and went to the forge to retrieve the sword. Then, telling her they had somewhere to go, he led her to the secret shed once used by Millie and Honkale.
In front of the shed was the rest area for pregnant Holstaurus, staffed by helpers. Milk and his daughters had both been born there; Linda had been born at an older, now-demolished rest area.
After a lengthy explanation, Milk and Linda entered the old shed. Linda, puzzled, asked,
“Um, Master, why are we here?”
“Well... Linda.”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for protecting me all this time. So I prepared a gift for you.”
“A g-gift?!”
Linda looked at him with eyes brimming with tears, and Milk handed her the cloth-wrapped Shake.
“Open it ”
“This ! Is it a sword?”
Recognizing it instantly, Linda looked at Milk for confirmation.
“That’s right. I made it myself. Take a look.”
Linda, overwhelmed, unwrapped the sword. The beautifully balanced, glossy blade appeared before her, with the name “Shake” engraved on it she couldn’t read it, but she could sense it wasn’t an ordinary sword.
With trembling hands, she asked,
“This... isn’t this a masterpiece? How could someone like me...?”
As a warrior, she recognized its quality immediately and was awed to receive such a gift.
“It’s enough. I made it for you. Whether it’s a masterpiece or not doesn’t matter. I made it for you, and I want you to use it. Please keep protecting me.”
“Master!”
Linda knelt before him, overcome with loyalty and devotion. The feelings of seeing him as a child vanished she now fully recognized him as her master.
[For a while, I’ll stop assisting. Please enjoy your time.]
‘Got it. Leave the rest to me.’
Ru retreated into Milk’s mind, leaving only Milk and Linda in the shed.
Linda removed her old, battered sword from her belt and replaced it with Shake. The blade’s shine was hidden in the sheath, but the finely crafted handle stood out.
“What should I call the sword?”
All masterpieces have names. Linda asked, and Milk, after a moment’s hesitation, told her the name knowing she wouldn’t understand the meaning.
“Shake.”
“Shake... It’s a perfect name.”
“Y-yeah...”
Seeing how happy she was, he could only agree.
With her heart won by the gift, it was time for Milk’s next plan: to fully disarm her emotionally.
He stood Linda up and looked up at her, then, with an innocent face, said,
“Linda do you want to play with me?”
“Excuse me? Could you repeat that?”
She was so surprised she asked again, and he, still innocent, repeated,
“Let’s play. I don’t have plans with the kids today, so I have no one to play with. Will you play with me?”
“W-what?!”
Startled, Linda stepped back, unable to process the request. She’d never imagined Milk would ask her to play.
As she stepped back, Milk stepped forward, took her hands, and smiled.
“Come on? Let’s play!”
“Uh, I... I’m not good at that sort of thing, Master.”
“You always watch me play with the kids. Let’s just play ‘Morning Outing’ I’m really bored.”
His youth was his greatest weapon. Pouting and acting cute, he wore Linda down until she couldn’t resist.
Once someone’s heart is moved, it’s over especially with Milk, who could disarm anyone with his innocent face.
Linda, too, was disarmed and agreed to play. Milk was the “it,” and Linda approached him as the challenger.
With only one player, if Linda was caught, she lost; if she touched the wall beside Milk, she won.
Since the distance was short, the song was sung five times; if Linda touched the wall within five rounds, she won, and then they switched roles.
It was hardly a real game, but Linda played along with Milk’s wishes.
“Hold Mom’s hand ”
As Milk sang the first line of “Morning Outing,” Linda approached, and as soon as the verse ended, he turned to freeze her.
‘Wow, this is actually kind of tense.’
As she neared, her heart pounded, especially when Milk watched her closely for any mistakes.
As the song started again, she approached, thinking,
‘Maybe I should try this with friends though only when the kids aren’t watching. It’s fun and good training.’
By the fourth verse, she was right behind Milk, ready to touch the wall on the fifth.
“Wow, you’re already here? Maybe I should’ve made it three rounds. I forgot your legs are longer than mine ”
“Hehe, let’s see it through. Go ahead and sing ”
Smiling, Milk turned his back. Just as he started to sing, Linda touched the wall.
“I win!”
“Okay, now you’re ‘it.’ Same rules: five verses, touch the wall to win, otherwise you win.”
“Alright I won’t go easy on you, Master.”
“Haha me neither!”
Linda became “it,” and Milk sprinted toward her from the start.
“Go!”
When Linda turned after singing, Milk was already halfway there, and she hurried to start the next verse.
‘He really knows this game. If I’m not careful, he’ll win by the third round.’
But Linda decided not to care about winning or losing just playing with Milk was enough.
After the second verse, Milk was already behind her.
“I lost wow, you’re amazing, Master.”
“Haha, the game’s not over. Sing the next verse.”
Though the game was over, since he hadn’t touched the wall, Linda turned and sang again.
“Mom and ”
But there was no sound of the wall being touched. She wondered if he was toying with her, but figured he just wanted to play longer.
“Dad ah!”
Suddenly, she gasped as she felt Milk’s hand on her chest he was squeezing and fondling her.
‘M-Master? What is this?!’
Startled, she tried to turn, but Milk’s voice stopped her.
“What are you doing? It’s against the rules to turn before the song is over.”
His small but somehow commanding voice made Linda straighten up and finish the song.
‘Wait, where was I?’
Flustered by the touch, she lost her place and had to start over.
“Hold Mom’s ah! Hold ah!”
But she couldn’t finish, as Milk’s hands continued to fondle her chest.
He wasn’t just touching her Milk, who’d honed his skills with other women, was a carnivore in disguise.
Linda, who’d dedicated her body to protecting the tribe, couldn’t keep her composure under his touch.
“Dad, ah! Dad ah!!!”
Her voice trembled, moans slipping through, but she stubbornly finished the third song, enduring Milk’s teasing.
Panting, Linda turned to glare at Milk, only to find him smiling innocently.
‘Is he just teasing me? Must be.’
She relaxed her expression and looked at him. Milk spoke again.
“What are you waiting for? Sing the fourth verse.”
“Ugh... Yes, Master.”
She turned to sing, but as soon as she started,
“Mom eek!!!”
She gasped as Milk’s hand slipped between her thighs, tickling her just above her pussy.
“M-Master! What are you ?!”
“The song’s not over. You can only stop when it’s done.”
“T-that’s !”
In an instant, the innocent game turned erotic just as Milk and Ru had discussed before.
As Linda’s body was stimulated, she could only keep singing through the pleasure.
