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🕑 Added 2025-09-27 22:12:11 +0000 UTCChapter 26: The Birth of Milkshake
When Buren and the other women returned to the workshop, they found Milk and Ella working together in a warm, friendly atmosphere.
“Is this how you do it, great mother?”
“Yes our Milk is doing so well.”
The sight stunned Buren and the women. They’d left to find a frozen winter, and returned to a blooming spring how could they not be surprised?
Sensing their stares, Ella snapped her head around, returning to her old icy demeanor as she addressed them:
“Not working?”
“Ah, y-yes!”
“We’ll get to it!”
“Let’s work hard!”
Then she turned back to Milk with the warm face of a loving mother, standing by his side to teach him more leatherworking skills.
Thanks to a full day of learning, Milk became quite proficient at leathercraft, and Ella promised to send the completed handle to the forge in three days, on Earth Day.
On the way home, holding Buren’s hand, she looked at Milk’s face and thought to herself,
‘Honestly... Millie didn’t give birth to a son, but to the greatest Holstaurus male in history... Sigh!’
Worried about the eventful future that awaited him, Buren forced a smile for the puzzled Milk and hurried him along.
After returning to Buren’s house and waiting for Linda, Milk went home and, that night, requested to nurse from Linda instead of Millie.
“T-thank you for caring about a woman with such small breasts... but I worry it might harm your health, Master...”
Ru had explained before that Milk could check the compatibility of milk he received.
Millie and Buren’s milk had the best compatibility; Mary and Yuri’s was good but not as high.
Linda’s milk wasn’t a perfect match, but it was fine if needed there was no reason to avoid Millie, but Milk wanted to grow closer to Linda, and Ru agreed it was positive for their relationship.
“It’s fine. Linda’s breasts are pretty and big enough, and your body smells good, so I enjoy eating with you.”
He meant it. Despite her warrior’s physique, Linda’s body gave off a pleasant scent like a gentle breeze mixed with the subtle aroma of milk, one of Milk’s favorites.
‘It tickles...’
The unfamiliar feeling of nursing was awakening a maternal instinct in Linda that she’d never known before.
He didn’t bite, but his lips sucked strongly, and his tongue occasionally tapped her nipple in just the right spot.
When the milk didn’t flow easily, Milk’s small but strong hands would squeeze, sending a strange excitement through Linda’s body.
Her face would flush, her body heat would rise, and she’d have to open her mouth to breathe out the warmth.
Once he finished one breast, he’d move to the other, only letting go after he’d had his fill.
Afterward, Linda would retreat to her room, lie in bed, and cover her face in embarrassment, but the tingling sensation in her nipple where Milk had nursed would linger until she fell asleep.
Linda experienced this odd feeling on Water Day, Tree Day, and Iron Day, shivering alone at night from the strange sensation.
‘This feels so weird... I don’t know what’s happening... My body, Milk... Master! Something’s wrong!’
On the last Iron Day, she nearly fainted from exhaustion. The mix of maternal instinct and unknown excitement made it hard for her to sleep.
On Earth Day morning, Linda woke up groggy and realized she’d overslept for the first time. She rushed outside and begged Milk for forgiveness.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Master! Please punish me. I’m so sorry!!!”
“Waaah!!!”
“Huwaaaah!!!”
Linda’s cries woke Milk and Millie’s two daughters, who began wailing. Millie soothed the girls back to sleep while Milk dragged Linda outside to calm her down.
“You almost gave me a heart attack... Anyone can oversleep when they’re tired. Don’t shout for punishment over something like that!”
“S-sorry...”
Embarrassed, Linda kept her head down. Milk looked at the back of her head and couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s fine just lift your head. The kids are mad because you woke them, not because you slept in.”
“...”
“Come on.”
“Y-yes!”
When Linda finally looked up, Milk burst out laughing again her just-woken eyes had double eyelids, which didn’t suit her at all.
“Pfft! Hahaha!”
“M-master?!”
“Sorry... haha! You look so cute right now. Hahaha!”
“Huh?”
Linda ran to the well to check her reflection. Sure enough, the double eyelids made her lively face look oddly coy.
“What is this! Waaah! Master, stop laughing! Waaah!!!”
Embarrassed, she rubbed her eyes until her eyelids returned to normal.
After the commotion, Milk and the puffy-eyed Linda headed to the forge. As they entered, Milk told her,
“Go put some herbs on your eyes they’re all swollen.”
“Yes...”
Still blushing, Linda covered her face and ran to the herb storage, bumping into a post on her way.
“Heheheh.”
“Something good happen?”
“No, Mary. I’m just happy because I’m making a sword for Linda today.”
“Oh, the handle arrived this morning. It’s really well made. Are you going to use it for Linda’s sword?”
“Yeah. I’ll make the blade as beautiful as possible. Help me, Mary.”
“Leave it to me! I’ll help you as much as I can.”
While waiting for the forge to heat up, Mary helped Milk prepare. He decided to use fresh milk for the sword’s glossy finish, so Mary knelt and took him in her mouth.
She worked quickly, stimulating him until he ejaculated a jar full of milk.
“Whew... whew...”
“You okay? You look tired.”
“I’m fine. I didn’t ejaculate this morning, so I’m still going strong. And I’m saving myself for tomorrow, so I won’t be with anyone else today.”
“Lucky Linda... She’ll see heaven tomorrow.”
“You see heaven every Fire Day, Mary.”
“Ugh!”
Unable to retort, Mary looked away, and Milk kissed her, spending a passionate moment together.
As the forge heated up, Mary placed the iron in the furnace, then pulled it out and set it on the anvil.
“Ready? Let’s start!”
“Okay!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With powerful hammer blows, the iron stretched out. After reheating and repeating the process three times, Mary cut off the excess, and Milk forged the long blade.
Mary sharpened the blade on the grindstone, then coated it with milk, put it in the furnace, and coated it again after reheating.
Normally, the milk was only applied after, but Milk thought it might improve quality.
[The condition is excellent. The blade is flawless, and the glossy finish is vivid. The strength should be exceptional.]
‘Alright, time for the final step!’
Milk took the handle he’d made with Ella and fitted it to the blade.
He’d carved a groove in the handle and made the tang of the blade slightly bulged, so it clicked into place perfectly.
He poured molten iron into the joint, sealed it, and dipped the assembly in fresh milk to finish.
The completed sword shone brilliantly. The clean blade and finely crafted handle made it truly impressive.
[Congratulations. You’ve crafted a sword worthy of being called a masterpiece. Would you like to name it?]
‘Whoa? It’s that good?’
[Because you made the handle and blade yourself, and the women who helped you had high favorability, the result is exceptional. The pure iron and fresh milk coating make this Holstaurus sword worthy of the title “masterpiece.” Naming it will increase the user’s fame.]
‘Really?’
Milk pondered. He’d poured his heart into making the sword for Linda but hadn’t thought of a name.
Looking at the sword the smooth, glossy blade and elegant lines it felt more feminine than masculine.
It was a bit heavy but perfectly balanced.
‘Why does it remind me of... a shake?’
The soft, flowing blade and shiny finish made the word “shake” pop into his mind.
And so, the name was decided.
[Then the sword’s name will be “Shake.”]
‘Wait! No ’
At that moment, the word “Shake” was engraved in Korean just above the handle visible only to Milk and Ru.
Milk demanded an explanation from Ru, who replied nonchalantly,
[When a masterpiece is named, the name is automatically engraved. Since you’re from Korea, it’s written in your script.]
‘No! This is a disaster! “Shake”? Combined with my name, it’s “Milkshake!”’
[It’s not wrong. You coated the sword with milk shaken from your own... after all.]
‘Ugh...’
It was crude, but Ru wasn’t wrong, so Milk could only gape silently.
Maybe Milk’s reaction was odd, because Mary came over to check and saw the engraving.
She gasped an engraved name meant a masterpiece. Even if Holstaurus weren’t master smiths, they knew the lore.
Mary’s ancestors had made masterpieces, so she knew what it meant.
“Oh my! Is this a masterpiece? Milk, did you name the sword?”
With Mary having seen it, Milk had no choice but to confess.
“Yes... I named it ‘Shake.’”
“Shake... Shake? I don’t know what it means, but it fits.”
“Haha... right?”
Unable to explain, Milk just laughed it off. And so, the first masterpiece sword in this world, crafted by Milk, was born: “Shake.”
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