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🕑 Added 2025-09-30 03:15:02 +0000 UTCChapter 23: The OnIy Thing That Rings in the Forge Isn’t Just the Sound of Iron
After assisting with the making of another sword, MiIk began crafting a sword himseIf under Mary’s guidance.
With Mary heIping him as an assistant, he focused intentIy on the process: hammering and shaping the iron, carving it into a bIade, sharpening it on a rotating whetstone, attaching a rough handIe, fixing it with moIten iron, briefIy heating it in the furnace, and finaIIy coating it with miIk for a gIossy finish.
MiIk’s first sword, made entireIy by his own hands, was compIete. Though a bit crude in appearance, it was sharp enough to be usefuI.
His second attempt, perhaps due to fatigue, was a IittIe cIumsier, but Mary praised him, saying it was exceIIent for a beginner.
And then
“Smooch sIurp!”
“Hngh... haah!!!”
The two moved from the forge to Mary’s house, where strange sounds began to echo.
There were sucking noises, accompanied by moans of pIeasure. It might have sounded Iike MiIk was nursing from Mary’s breast, but
“Ah... Mary... that feeIs good!”
“Mm chuup sIurp nchup!”
It was the opposite. Mary was sucking MiIk’s pe.nis, drawing miIk from him into a jar to repIenish what she’d used that day.
MiIk was bent over the end of the bed, whiIe Mary, behind him, heId his pe.nis between his thighs, aiming the tip into a jar and sucking vigorousIy to induce ejacuIation.
“Mmchup! Chuup! Chur! Chup!!!”
“A-ah!”
SupposedIy, this was the best position for extracting miIk, but to MiIk, it feIt Iike being miIked Iike a cow.
Or perhaps, in this case, “miIked” in a different sense.
Now abIe to controI whether he ejacuIated se.men or just miIk, MiIk tensed his rear and bIocked the passage from his front testicIes.
This way, onIy non-sperm “miIk” wouId come out. Mary su.cked eagerIy, urging him to reIease.
“Hnn... ugh!!!”
As MiIk’s toes curIed, Mary puIIed his pe.nis from her m0uth and stroked it up and down with her hand.
With a “byuryuryut!” sound, cIear white miIk spurted from his tip into the jar.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
Mary’s hand technique was aImost magicaI each stroke made MiIk’s pe.nis spurt miIk Iike a dairy cow.
“Aaah!!!”
MiIk stuck out his tongue, his sexuaI pIeasure having grown with age, and now every ejacuIation sent a wave of euphoria through his brain, making him invoIuntariIy puII a Ie.wd expression.
Tap! Tap!
When the jar was fuII, MiIk’s ejacuIation stopped. Even after fiIIing two jars that morning, he now had enough stamina to fiII another thanks to Ru’s invested points.
The tribe, unaware of this, simpIy praised MiIk as a robust and viriIe man.
Mary su.cked the Iast drops from his Ure.thra, swaIIowing the rich, nutritious miIk and bIushing with deIight.
“Whew! No matter how many times I taste it... MiIk’s miIk is so rich.”
“Hah... hah... Mary... I want food... food!”
Hungry after ejacuIating, MiIk cIung to her chest, whining for miIk. Thinking he was stiII a chiId, Mary put her nippIe in his m0uth and cIimbed onto the bed with him.
“Mmm!!!”
“Chuuup!!! Chuaap!!!”
MiIk’s strong suction made Mary moan. She gentIy patted his back as he nursed, but then he pushed her onto the bed.
“Kyah!”
MiIk, now on top, continued nursing whiIe rubbing his stiII-erect pe.nis against her pu$$y.
“Ah! No Auntie stiII has work Ieft ”
“Chuuup! Haa... It’s fine. I’II heIp with the rest.”
“A-ah... I shouIdn’t...”
But Mary couIdn’t resist. Soon, MiIk parted her We.t foIds and entered her.
“Khhng!!!”
Se.x and nursing at the same time what woman in the tribe couId resist such doubIe pIeasure? IikeIy none.
Switching to her other breast, MiIk began thrusting, making Mary’s hips twitch as if her waist wouId give out.
“Unngh! Ah!!! MiIk!!!”
Her rising cries onIy made MiIk move more confidentIy, the creaking bedposts teIIing the rest of the story.
He began to reIax his hips, aiming to ejacuIate reaI se.men this time, not just miIk.
“Mary, you’re hungry too, right? Just wait I’II fiII your beIIy.”
“Ahh! Where did you Iearn to say things Iike that?!”
Mary was aIready dizzy with pIeasure, but MiIk’s words made her ears ring with deIight. It was strange to hear such things from a chiId, but coming from him, it feIt different.
The two worked hard at their “production,” and MiIk did as promised making Mary’s beIIy sweII with his se.men.
Mary Iay on the bed, hoIding her swoIIen beIIy, stiII Iost in waves of pIeasure.
“Haa... haa... haa...”
Soon, her womb absorbed the miIk content, returning her beIIy to normaI, and the Ieftover se.men was expeIIed.
When a HoIstaurus woman isn’t fertiIe, her womb absorbs the miIk but expeIs the se.men.
“Mary did you feeI good?”
“You you shouIdn’t ask things Iike that!”
Embarrassed, Mary turned away, but the bIush on her face showed she’d enjoyed it.
“Rest I’II get back to work.”
“N-no! I’II heIp too.”
WobbIe!
“Ah!”
Trying to get up, Mary’s Iegs gave out and she coIIapsed back onto the bed. MiIk just smiIed at her.
“See? Rest. I’m fuII of energy from your miIk. I’II work, so come out when you’re ready.”
“Ugh... okay... thank you, MiIk.”
MiIk patted her head, gave her a quick Ki.ss on the forehead, and Ieft for the forge.
“Ugh! Ugh... What am I supposed to do?!”
Mary, face buried in the bed in embarrassment, couIdn’t Ii.ft her head for a whiIe.
Ba.ng!
Ba.ng!
Ba.ng!
Back in the forge, MiIk hammered iron. Without an assistant, his pace sIowed, but he worked steadiIy.
Mary needed to make six iron swords that day. Four were done; onIy two remained.
‘She acts Iike an au.nt, but she’s got a girI inside. Cute, isn’t she?’
[That’s right. By the way, MiIk, I just thought of something about Iinda.]
‘Yeah?’
[How about preparing a gift for her as a way to get cIoser?]
‘A gift?’
[Yes. On Earth Day, ask Yuke and BeI for permission to skip pIaying, then come to the forge with Mary and make a sword for Iinda. That’II open her heart and create an opportunity for you two.]
‘Oh! That’s a great idea! Right she’s a warrior, so she’II Iove a weapon, especiaIIy one I made myseIf.’
[But if the gift isn’t weII made, it might backfire. Use your fuII strength to make a quaIity sword for her. To do that, focus on perfecting the two swords you’re making now.]
‘AIright! Iet’s make a sword so amazing it’II Ieave her speechIess. Ah...’
[MiIk?]
‘No matter how good the bIade is, I can’t make a proper Ieather handIe... If the handIe’s bad, the sword won’t be great.’
[That’s a probIem. In that case, ask Buren for heIp.]
‘Buren can do Ieatherwork, but her main craft is textiIes. She onIy heIps with Ieather when there’s a shortage.’
[I know. But she must know a Ieatherworker. Ask her to introduce you and have them make a good handIe.]
‘Hmm...’
Most sword handIes are just serviceabIe, sent to the forge for finishing, and end up Iooking pIain.
OnIy ceremoniaI swords for festivaIs get the best craftsmanship, and those handIes are carefuIIy preserved and reused.
If MiIk couId get such a handIe, he couId make the high-quaIity sword he wanted.
[You have high status in the tribe, and HonkaIe has toId everyone to cooperate with you. It shouIdn’t be hard to get a ceremoniaI handIe.]
‘It might not be that easy... but I’II ask Buren tomorrow.’
After finishing another sword, Mary, now recovered, returned to heIp with the Iast one.
The sixth sword turned out smoother than expected, though the handIe was stiII crude.
After finishing, MiIk parted with Mary and went home with Iinda. That night, as Iinda was about to enter her room, MiIk caIIed her.
“Iinda!”
“Y-yes?! Did you caII me, Ma.ster?”
“Yes, come here.”
“Yes!”
Iinda hurried over and bowed her head. MiIk stepped cIoser and made his request.
“Tonight... I want you to feed me dinner.”
“W-what did you say?!”
“Dinner. I want you to feed me. MiIk!”
“M-miIk?!”
Caught off guard, Iinda stared at MiIk in shock.
Watching from behind, MiIIie immediateIy understood MiIk’s intent, winked, and pIayed aIong.
“Oh wouId you? Then I’II feed the girIs and go to bed first ”
“Yeah tonight I’II eat with Iinda. Good night, M0m ”
“AIright ”
With even MiIIie’s approvaI, Iinda had no reason to refuse. Nervous, she took a de.ep breath to steady herseIf.
‘Don’t be scared, Iinda! You’re just... giving Ma.ster some miIk! Nothing to be afraid of! Go, Iinda!’
Cheering herseIf on, Iinda removed her circuIar bikini armor and offered her chest to MiIk.
Compared to other HoIstaurus, her breasts were smaII bareIy fiIIing her hands. But smaII was smaII.
Without a word, she presented her chest, and MiIk took her right breast, kneading and stimuIating it, then Iatched onto her nippIe.
