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🕑 Added 2025-09-20 20:51:13 +0000 UTCChapter 20: Recognized
The next morning,
After bathing together, Milk and Millie wrapped themselves in fresh cloth. Once ready, they headed to the chief Honkale’s house.
Upon arrival, both knelt and bowed before him, asking forgiveness for their actions. A relationship with a young Milk was an unspoken taboo in the tribe.
Millie had come to confess and make their relationship official before it could become a bigger issue later.
While Millie couldn’t see, Honkale and Milk exchanged a knowing smile. Then, Honkale put on a stern face and addressed them:
“Though we ban relationships with young boys, that rule exists only because an immature boy might die from depleted energy. You both are clearly at fault, but a mother and son loving each other is natural among us, and coupling for the sake of the tribe’s continuation is a noble act. I forgive you both for what you’ve done. Also, seeing how healthy Milk is, I consider him already among the adults of our tribe. From now on, I permit Milk to have relations with women aged 17 and older. What happened yesterday will remain unspoken. From this moment, Millie is no longer my wife, but Milk’s wife. I grant my permission, so let no one question or discuss this again.”
“Thank you, Chief!”
“Thank you, Chief!”
At that moment, Honkale was not Millie’s husband or Milk’s father, but the chief. The two bowed three times, stepped forward, and bowed three more times.
Then, in front of everyone, they kissed, making their relationship public. The Holstaurus people blessed their union.
‘Ah! Now I can finally be embraced by Milk!’
That was Buren.
‘Will I be able to be with Milk too...’
That was Mary. Both were already approved by Honkale to become Milk’s women. For now, they quietly celebrated, but their eyes burned with anticipation as they watched Milk.
Thus, Milk and Millie’s relationship was officially recognized. Honkale would no longer visit Millie’s house, but this wouldn’t distance them Honkale was a doting father, after all.
After everyone left, Milk and Honkale had a private conversation. Honkale, beaming, patted Milk’s shoulder.
“You rascal did you really have to jump on the chance the moment I gave permission? Do you know how surprised I was to hear about it this morning?”
“You told me to do it are you jealous now?”
“Pahah! Of course not. Take good care of her. You know, there’s no woman who supports her man like Millie does. Congratulations, Milk. You’re now a full-fledged member of our tribe. I’m so happy to see you grown up.”
“Don’t embarrass me...”
“But Milk, you know that being an adult means you have to work for the tribe, right?”
“Huh?”
Honkale’s serious tone made Milk swallow nervously. But Honkale quickly smiled and waved it off.
“Come on, what work could you do at your age? I won’t ask you to do anything too hard, so don’t worry.”
“You got all serious for a moment I got nervous.”
“Pahahaha ”
After a hearty laugh, Honkale spoke again.
“Before this winter ends, get three women pregnant. That’s your first task.”
“What! That many!? Wait, you mean I have to get them pregnant?!”
“What’s so many about that? At your age, I already had six daughters. I was full of energy and got scolded by your grandfather for it. But you’re lucky to have a father who isn’t bound by old rules. Be grateful, boy.”
“Too open-minded! You’re just a playboy dad!”
“Hahaha ‘playboy,’ that’s a big word. Anyway, I’ve given the order, so as chief, I command you to impregnate the women you like. How about Buren? Mary would be good too.”
“Ugh!”
He already knew everything. Apparently, there were plenty of women in the tribe who acted as Honkale’s eyes and ears.
“I didn’t have you tailed, but you’re the tribe’s future. Of course I have to keep an eye on you. What if you get kidnapped or hurt? That would be a disaster for us. I’m over 200 now. Holstaurus men who live to 300 are considered long-lived, so I have just about 100 years left... Who knows if I’ll have more sons. You’re our tribe’s hope. Your safety is our safety, your health is our health. If you ever feel unwell from being with women, stop immediately and tell me. I’ll give you more time.”
“Dad...”
For all his quirks, Honkale truly cared for his son. Though he seemed a bit eccentric, Milk saw him as a wise elder who’d been through everything.
Milk’s eyes grew misty, touched by his father’s words.
“You’re a sensitive man, huh. Oh well ”
He didn’t say “men shouldn’t cry.” He simply hugged his son and patted his back.
Once Milk calmed down, Honkale called someone in from outside. As Milk tried to straighten up, Honkale stopped him.
“Oh, it’s fine. I just called in your new bodyguard.”
“Bodyguard?”
“Yes. Now that you’re a tribe member, you won’t just stay inside. You might go outside, so you need protection. I’ll give you the tribe’s best warrior.”
“What! The best warrior?!”
“May I come in?”
“Oh, you’re here. Come in, Linda.”
A woman entered, her upper body sturdy, shoulders broad, with well-defined muscles on her thighs and arms. For a Holstaurus, her chest was small and her body lean, but her hips were as large and shapely as any other woman’s, with a star-shaped birthmark.
Her hair was short and black, her eyes clear and confident, and her voice strong.
Milk knew her she was the teacher of all the village’s female warriors and Honkale’s personal guard, the tribe’s strongest warrior, Linda.
For reference, she was one of the women Honkale had set aside for Milk. She was still a young, untouched Holstaurus maiden.
“Milk, from now on, is your master. Devote your life to protecting him. You know he’ll be chief one day, right? Put his life above mine and give him everything.”
“Yes, Chief! From now on, I, Linda, will devote my life to serving Master Milk.”
With a loud answer, she no longer bowed to Honkale but approached Milk, knelt, and pressed her forehead to his feet.
“Greetings, Master.”
“Whoa! Linda, just call me Milk drop the ‘Master’ stuff!”
“I can’t! From now on, you’re my master. Just give the order, Master Milk!”
“Dad! You set this up, didn’t you?! You told her to do this!”
“Puhaha I don’t know what you mean. Anyway, I’m busy, so you two go on.”
With that, Milk and Linda left the chief’s house. Linda followed with a bright smile.
Heading home to talk with Millie, Milk called Linda over, feeling a bit lonely.
“Come here, Linda.”
“No need to be so formal now that I serve you!”
“Fine, Linda. Walk beside me. I have some questions.”
“Yes, Master ”
Linda, still smiling, walked next to him. Her relatively small but firm Holstaurus chest bounced with every step.
Milk glanced at her chest, then looked up and started talking.
“Are you really okay with this? You’re the tribe’s best warrior, but now you’re guarding a kid like me.”
“No problem. I’ve always wanted this.”
“What?”
“The chief already has wives and other strong warriors. They call me the best, but I’ve been idle. Now, I finally have a job worthy of my title. It’s an honor. Please use me however you wish if you order me to play dead or even dance naked, I’ll do it!”
“No need for that!”
Milk shouted, and Linda just laughed. As he did, Ru’s voice returned in his head.
[Good morning... or maybe not. Anyway, well done last night. I’ve just finished restoring all your depleted stamina.]
‘Thanks, Ru. And just in time. You know Linda, right? She’ll be my bodyguard now.’
[That’s good. I was worried about your safety. Even in the tribe, a young male Holstaurus is a target for hunters, wild beasts, or even kidnapping by female Holstaurus from other tribes. Linda will keep you safe.]
‘Wait, kidnapping?’
[Yes. Groups of female Holstaurus without a chief sometimes become raiders, kidnapping young males to make them chiefs and continue their tribe. There are several such groups nearby. Our tribe is strong and well-guarded, but weaker ones are often raided.]
‘I thought Holstaurus were peaceful, gentle people...’
[When survival is at stake, anyone can become desperate, no matter how gentle their nature.]
‘...That’s true.’
Ru’s logic was unassailable. When a tribe’s survival is at risk, peace takes a back seat.
Linda was now a crucial protector for Milk. He placed his hands over hers and spoke seriously.
“Take care of me, Linda.”
“Of course, Master! I’ll devote my life to you!!!”
[For your information, Linda’s favorability is already 70. Honkale must have trained her for you from the start.]
‘He’s thorough...’
Realizing everything had been planned, Milk felt a chill. He returned home with Linda and introduced her to Millie.
Millie welcomed Linda, asking her to take good care of her son now her husband. After introductions, Linda went to Milk’s room, leaving Milk and Millie alone.
“Mom.”
“Aren’t you going to call me by my name?”
“That’s just for nighttime. You’re still Mom. And please don’t be so formal with me it makes me feel distant.”
“Oh... sorry. I just wanted to show respect now that you’re my husband.”
“When I become chief, you’ll have to be formal anyway. For now, just be yourself. I’d feel sad if you started acting distant.”
“Okay, I wasn’t thinking. My dear son let’s work hard on making babies from now on ”
“Ugh...!”
“Don’t want to?”
“O-of course I do!”
Surprised by his red face, Millie smiled and hugged him.
“Hahaha shall we eat?”
“...Yeah!”
Millie’s breasts spilled from her loosened cloth, and Milk happily nursed at her nipple.
Thus, Milk was finally recognized as an adult of the tribe and given the noble duty of making children as a full-fledged member.
