Chapter 41: milk

"You see, you too have them." Myuri grabbed his nipple and said, "But unlike the other tribeswomen, yours won't grow to this size because you won't need to feed children."

Such an action made the already flustered Alexander turn a shade redder. But his flustered expression was wiped off as it suddenly clicked.

"Do you mean to say that you drink milk from people?"

"Yes, where else are we supposed to drink it from?"

Upon closer inspection, though, it seemed like they couldn't get it anywhere else. After all, if the animals outside were anywhere as terrifying-looking as the titan boar was, there was no chance of milking them. Assuming, of course, that animals in this world even make milk.

"You seem to be shocked quite a lot about milk coming out of our breasts." While wearing back her breast garment, Myuri said quizzically.