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🕑 Added 2025-09-27 22:11:57 +0000 UTCChapter 24: Learning for the Plan, Leathercraft
Even as a warrior, a Holstaurus was still a Holstaurus. Linda’s nipple released delicious, rich, nutritious milk, delighting Milk’s palate.
He also tasted a sweet, fragrant banana flavor in the milk when Holstaurus women eat fruit, its essence is passed into their milk. Apparently, Linda had just eaten a banana.
“Phew... You ate a banana, didn’t you?”
“Uh, yes... A close friend brought it for me.”
For reference, bananas in this world are larger and firmer, but also much sweeter and stickier.
They grow on low trees, making them, like raspberries, a favorite food for Holstaurus, who have strong lower bodies but can’t easily reach high places.
“It’s delicious thank you, Linda. Thanks to you, I’m really enjoying my meal.”
“Uh... y-you flatter me.”
“I need balance, so I’ll have the other side too.”
“Ah, yes! Hngh!!!”
Before she could finish, Milk moved to her left breast, sucking strongly and kneading her chest. Linda couldn’t suppress her moans, which slipped out despite herself.
‘Ah... Master’s mouth is amazing... And this tongue... How does he do that?!’
Linda marveled as she nursed Milk. After he’d drunk his fill, Milk pulled away, wiped the milk from his lips with his arm, and gently kissed Linda’s cheek.
“Thank you.”
“Ah! N-no, not at all!!!”
Embarrassed, Linda quickly excused herself, darting into her room and diving onto her bed.
‘Haha. Look at how shy she is.’
[Getting started is half the battle. She didn’t refuse to nurse you, so if you give her the gift and act at the right moment, you’ll likely succeed.]
‘That alone isn’t enough.’
[Really? Do you have a plan?]
‘I have an idea. So...’
Milk whispered something to Ru, who responded with a mental round of applause, praising the idea.
[I think your plan is excellent. If you choose the right place and moment, giving the gift and acting then will be very effective.]
‘You make it sound like I’ve already succeeded. Tomorrow I’ll ask Buren to introduce me to a leatherworker.’
[Good night, Milk. See you tomorrow.]
The next morning
“Buren Buren ”
Right after breakfast, Milk rushed to Buren, with Linda following, puzzled by his energetic mood.
‘He’s so lively today. Did something good happen?’
She didn’t know he was moving so energetically to make her a gift and was about to ask Buren for help.
“Ugh who is it, this early...”
Buren, completely naked, greeted them, her large breasts and the “Y-line” valley below on full display.
Like Millie, Buren slept naked and came out just as she was, still groggy and unaware it was Milk at her door.
“So lazy...”
Seeing her sleepy face, Milk clicked his tongue, stood on tiptoe, grabbed her face, and gave her a deep kiss.
“Mm! Mmph!”
Startled, Buren opened her eyes, realized it was Milk, and lowered her hands instead of pushing him away.
She fell back on her butt from surprise, rubbing it and grumbling.
“Milk! You scared me. Are you trying to give your aunt a heart attack?!”
“Hmph! It’s lazy Buren’s fault ”
Milk scolded her cutely, and Buren could only glare at him, unable to retort.
“Linda, I’m going somewhere with Buren today. Go hang out with others and come back by evening.”
“Is that alright?”
“Of course. You’ve seemed tired lately. You need a break too. Take the day off and come back this evening.”
“Ah... Thank you, Master. I’ll return by dinnertime.”
Milk easily sent Linda off. After she reluctantly left, Milk followed Buren inside.
“Yawn I told you, I don’t do textile or leatherwork until after lunch. Auntie needs to sleep in to recover from the day.”
“Sorry I came early because I have a favor to ask.”
“A favor?”
Surprised, Buren’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. Milk rarely asked for anything except to learn something, so she was eager to hear what it was.
“Well ”
Milk explained everything: he wanted to get closer to Linda, planned to give her a handmade sword as a gift, and needed a high-quality, handcrafted leather handle to make it perfect.
“Ah, I see... Linda deserves your affection by now. But do you really need a gift? If you just went to her at night, she’d pretend to resist but would accept you.”
“She’s a warrior, so her duty to guard me and her desires are at odds. She wants me, but fears getting pregnant would interfere with her job.”
“Hmm very possible. So you need a gift to melt her heart?”
“That’s right, Buren. Can you help?”
Milk looked up at her with bright, innocent eyes still childlike enough to be disarming.
The look hit Buren like a bolt to the heart.
‘Ack!’
She had to steady herself. How did Millie raise such a cute yet dangerous child?
After regaining her composure, Buren clasped Milk’s hands in hers and gave serious advice.
“Milk, please don’t make that face at other women. Someone might not survive it.”
“What?”
“Promise!”
With Buren’s forceful words, Milk could only nod repeatedly.
After getting his promise, Buren said she knew a leatherworker and would introduce him today, then hurried to get ready.
She wrapped her chest and lower body in cloth, took Milk’s hand, and led him out.
They arrived at a leather workshop, where wild animal hides were tanned and crafted into armor and sword handles for Holstaurus.
Inside, a female Holstaurus greeted them it was Ella.
“Buren? And Milk...”
“Hi, sister ”
“Ah... Hello, great mother!”
Milk rushed to greet her, nuzzling her as usual. Ella accepted his greeting, still cool but noticeably quicker to respond than before.
Buren greeted her too; their relationship seemed fine.
“Sis Milk wants to give Linda a gift. Could we get a high-quality handmade sword handle?”
“A sword handle?”
Ella considered it. With Buren’s and now Milk’s request, it would be easy to spare one, even if it was for an important ceremony.
But
“Sorry. That’s not up to me. I can’t give one away.”
Ella refused coldly. Buren, surprised, glanced at Milk, feeling embarrassed and reminded that Ella still had mixed feelings toward him.
But Milk’s expression was calm, as if he’d expected this.
He stepped forward and looked up at Ella, who looked down and asked,
“Anything else to say?”
“Great mother. I won’t ask for a finished product. Even as the next chief, it’s not right to demand things. But I have another favor.”
“Go on.”
“Please make a handle with me. I want to craft a handle as good as yours. Please help me.”
“You want me to teach you leathercraft...”
Ella pondered. In the silence, Buren and Milk waited anxiously. Finally, instead of answering, Ella placed her hand on Milk’s head and gently patted him.
She even smiled briefly a fleeting moment only Milk noticed.
Ella’s face returned to its usual expression as she spoke.
“Well done.”
“Yes?”
“I’m strict when I teach. Are you still willing to learn?”
“Ah!”
That was her way of saying yes. Milk beamed and bowed repeatedly.
“Thank you, great mother! I’ll do my best!”
“...”
Buren, who’d feared Ella would refuse, sighed in relief.
‘Whew... my heart can’t take much more today...’
“Let’s get to work, Buren.”
“Huh? Sis.”
“Sorry, but could you handle my work today? I need to focus on making the handle with Milk.”
“Of course! That’s my job. Milk Auntie will take care of today’s leatherwork, so learn well from great mother, okay?”
“Okay! Thanks, Auntie!”
Buren kissed Milk’s forehead and headed deeper into the workshop. Alone with Milk, Ella crouched down and faced him seriously.
“I thought you were just a kid, but you’re more mature than I realized. I’ll have to see you differently now.”
“Th-thank you.”
“Let’s go in. From now on, your status as next chief means nothing. Be ready.”
“Yes!”
With a strong reply, Milk followed Ella inside. There were four workbenches, three occupied by women hammering leather or sewing with giant needles and thread.
Buren was among them, focused on her work.
At an empty bench, Ella set Milk up with some leather and a small hammer, then began to explain.
“We usually use devilbear hide.”
Devilbear: a wild animal similar to a bear on Earth, but living in groups and far more numerous.
Their back hides are marked with fearsome patterns, reminiscent of demons, hence the name.
This leather is tough, hard to tear, and gets stronger with skilled tanning.
It’s light, so Holstaurus, lacking advanced metalworking, made leathercraft their main trade, learning to process devilbear hide as a core skill.
They were so effective at hunting devilbears that they became the animal’s main natural enemy.
