Bed and Milk

Firstly I would like to thank Varja for helping me.

In addition to helping me with the text in English, he helps me by commenting on images of monster girls that I make and about the lore of the world. Without this guy's help, maybe I would have given up on this story because my life has been so busy lately.

And also sorry for not posting last month, my life got busy helping my family. We found a treatment that can help my brother, he has a chance to recover part of his vision to distinguish lights and shapes. This added to the prosthesis he is learning to use, he has a real chance of achieving independence when it comes to taking care of himself and eating. As I am the only one in the family with some knowledge of the English language, I need to translate medical research texts... which is complicated, you know...

From this chapter onwards I will put in brackets the conversion from the metric system to the imperial system that the USA uses.

Ps: It won't be 100% accurate because my conversion reference is role-playing games like D&D and Pathfinder (Like this 30 feet = 9 Meters).

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[Jason]

You know that classic moment at the beginning of RPG games and fantasy books, when the hero goes on a journey and encounters his first enemy?

Usually the story goes like this:

'A monster emerges from the depths of the forest.

Without hesitation, the hero charges forward, wielding his sword, shining in the sunlight.

After a deadly battle the hero emerges victorious having demonstrated his power for the first time...'

Even though it's a cliché, I was looking forward to it happening to me.

…

But what I got was… 'different'.

"Shit!" I grunted, receiving the blow to the chest.

BONK!

[- 42 HP]

The impact of the bat was strong, throwing me about 6 meters (20 feet), my body falling backwards to the ground. I looked up at my traveling companions.

"JASON!" Zyss yelled worriedly.

"Don't come any closer, Miss Zyss." Artoria ordered, placing herself in front of the little goblin. "Our Lord decreed that he would fight alone."

My muscles throbbed with pain and my ears were ringing.

'She took 42 HP out of me.' I thought as I stood up. 'Is that a lot?'

[HP: 68/110]

"Shit!"

For a casual blow, it was a lot of life.

Finally standing, I face my opponents, two Orcs.

[Image]

Over 1.8 m (6 feet) tall, chubby, busty, dumptruck ass and muscular thighs, with small pink pig ears on top of her head. Both wielded wooden clubs.

I even thought about inviting them to my harem, but they had another idea in mind.

"Yorkshari you brute," called out the pink-haired orc, "are you trying to kill him?"

"Relax your fat ass, Landrica," the one with blonde hair replied, "it was just a love tap."

They wanted to capture me and then decide which of the two I would be engaged to. Such an idea made my blood run cold as I raised my short sword and readied my shield.

"I'm not going to be stuck in a monogamous relationship!" I cried out, pointing my weapon at them.

Even with my back to them,I could hear Zyss' awkward laugh and Artoria's facepalm.

"Look at him," Landrica said. "He's so cute when he's determined, he even looks like one of those heroes."

"We're going to need to break his spirit along with his pelvis." Yorkshire added.

Determined not to give myself away, I raise my shield and attack the two.

"Be Gone, Thot!" I shouted, rushing at them.

BONK!

[- 45 HP]

Only to be thrown back once more.

"Shiiiiiiiit!" I shouted mid flight.

After falling to the side road, I tried to get up once again, but now the pain was stronger. I could barely lift my head towards my opponents, enough to see the orcs walking towards me.

"It was kind of fun," said the blonde, licking her lips, "but it's time to take my new, submissive husband home."

"WHAT?" Complained the one with pink hair. "We still have to decide who will take him!"

The blonde reached out to grab my leg with a voracious smile on her face.

"Come to mommy-." But she was cut off.

An armored hand held her arm.

"Cease your actions, you filthy sows!" Artoria demanded.

Despite being smaller than the two mamono, Artoria was still an imposing and authoritative figure.

"Fuck off-." Yorkshari tried to complain, but was cut off when Artoria increased the pressure of her iron grip. "ARGH!"

CRACK!

Her wrist bone cracked, and the big mamono doubled over, falling to her knees and groaning in pain.

"Release my sister you translucent bitch!" Landrica shouted, attacking with her big club.

Without turning around, Artoria quickly punched the primitive wooden weapon.

CRACK!

Breaking it into several pieces.

"My Lord gave me clear orders to not involve myself in this clash." The living armor's tone was stoic and without a hint of emotion. "But I am compelled to challenge his wishes at this moment." She said, standing between me and the Orcs.

It was shocking to see that armored woman, so much less bulky than her opponents, being the real threat in that confrontation.

"I do not like disobeying my Lord, but his safety is my main responsibility."

"Why dont you go fuck yourself on lance like a good little ghost knight?" Mockingly asked the blonde Orc, still on her knees from Artoria's grip on her arm.

Artoria's facial expression was neutral, but within her I could feel a deadly hatred crying out for the blood of the mamonos who dared to harm her Lord.

'How do I know that?' I questioned internally. 'Is this because of the party system?'

"Vile beasts, your sins will cost you dearly, as you forced me to transgress my Lord's orders."

Yorkshari tried to jump on Artoria in a tackle, trying to knock her to the ground, but the living armor stopped her with a quick punch to her face.

"MY NOSE!" The Orc screamed, blood flying through the air.

Landrica stepped back with both hands covering her bleeding nose, horrified by the strength of the smaller woman. Noticing the fear of the other orc, Artoria turned around and threw the blonde orc towards the pink-haired one.

Both fell to the ground, one with a bloody nose and the other with a broken wrist.

"Now that the trash has been removed from my Lord's presence," Artoria said, walking towards the Orcs, "all that remains is the eradication of your miserable existence."

The orc sisters tried to get up and flee at the same time, but they ended up tripping over each other, taking them both to the ground once again.

Artoria advanced like a hungry predator despite maintaining her posture as a noble knight. Her heavy footsteps echoed through the forest, she raised her steel boot and placed it above the pink-haired orc's head. 

A sepulchral silence takes over the place, broken only by the desperate sobs of the older orc.

"Removing your debris from my boots will be more challenging than facing you in combat."

The relentless knight slowly lowered her boot, every millimeter an excruciating torment for the orc. The creature closed her eyes, awaiting the final blow, its body wracked with uncontrollable tremors.

"WAIT!" I screamed without thinking.

The blue woman in armor immediately froze and turned to me in confusion.

"My lord." Artoria said in a respectful tone despite being irritated by the interruption. "I'm just fulfilling my obligations."

"Do you really need to kill them?"

The warrior's expression changed from confused to serious as she turned to me.

"Are you okay my Lord?" Artoria asked in a sardonic and frustrated tone. "You are not blind or insane, so you undoubtedly realized that they were going to kidnap and violate you."

Her serious expression made her look like a real giantess. She didn't even look like the woman who moaned like a needy kitten in bed last night.

"Artoria, please." I begged, trying to appease the fury that sparked in her cold eyes. "I understand they pose a threat, but do you really need to kill them?"

His icy gaze pierced me, challenging my insistence.

"My Lord, I understand your concern, but justice requires decisive action. If we don't eliminate these pests now, who knows what problems they will cause in the future?"

I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm in the face of her obstinacy.

"There must be another way to deal with this. We can contain them, seek a peaceful solution."

Artoria let out an impatient sigh.

"Peaceful? They have already demonstrated their disrespect and propensity for barbarity when they tried to capture you. Dealing with them leniently would only encourage them to further transgressions."

The worst part is that she's right.

"J-Jason." Said a weak voice next to me, but I ignored it.

They will end up doing the same thing to someone else in the future and will probably hurt someone.

"Jason."

But they are conscious beings endowed with emotions and thoughts.

"Jason, can you hear me?"

Is it possible to redeem them in some way?

"JASOOOOOON!"

The scream took me by surprise.

"What the hell Zyss, why shout? I'm right here."

Sullenly, the little Goblin, instead of answering me, simply pointed. The place where the Orcs should have been was empty.

"What-...did they run away?" I questioned in surprise.

Artoria turned around and was amazed at the disappearance of the orcs, which had taken advantage of our discussion and fled.

"So… do we continue towards the city?" I ask with a Awkward smile.

"Urgh!" Artoria growled in frustration.

[Landrica]

Adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, dried blood adorned my mouth, my heart was beating fast in my chest, and my lungs burned with each breath. All of this was a reminder of the humiliating battle we had just escaped.

Yorkshari, my older sister, ran beside me.

We ran for what seemed like hours without stopping, running away in fear of that mamono, the transparent blue armored warrior who attacked us. Her icy, merciless eyes still present in my mind.

'Where did that strength come from?' I questioned. 'She was so little, but she took care of Yorkshire and I like we were little piglets.'

Finally, my feet gave way and I fell to my knees on the damp grass. Yorkshari collapsed next to me, face down on the ground, sobbing softly and holding her broken wrist.

"What's wrong with that transparent slut in armor?" Yorkshari loudly complained. "If that was her husband, why did his mana smell so pure?"

She's right, a human with uncorrupted mana while accompanied by two mamonos was bizarre and tempting for any monster girl. Just remembering it, I started getting all wet and hungry.

"By the path they walked," I commented, "they're probably going to Goatsville."

"Oh no," Yorkshari grumbled. "By now that transparent bitch must have gotten there."

A bitter discouragement came over us at once.

"I can't believe we escaped the cave just to be humiliated by another mamono."

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed through the forest.

"So that's what happened?" Questioned a powerful voice coming from behind us.

We turned around, facing who had approached without us noticing.

It was our mother, Berkshire. Her yellow eyes, usually full of wisdom and kindness, now glowed with fury and determination.

[Image]

"M-mo-mom?" I stuttered.

Our mother is a High-Orc, a higher-ranking variety of "orc". Bigger, stronger and more voracious.

"You disobeyed me, ran away from home, got into a fight and on top of that you lost that fight?"

Yorkshari and I swallowed, terrified.

"ANSWER?!" Our mother shouted.

"Yes." We replied, scared and with tears in our eyes.

Without saying a word, she wrapped us in her strong arms, protecting us from the outside world. Tears welled up in her eyes as she examined our injuries.

"I wanted to gut you when your father told me about your escape." She said, hugging us tighter.

A whimper escaped my mouth, causing her to relax her grip on us.

"However… all plans to punish you evaporated from my mind… just seeing you here alive in my arms makes me so relieved."

Our mother's embrace was like a safe haven, a port in the midst of the storm. The fury in her eyes dissipated, giving way to concern and motherly love.

"But now tell me," she continued, her voice soft as a whisper. "What happened? Who is this mamono that hurt you? And why was she with a human?"

Yorkshari told the story in detail, from leaving the cave to meeting the human and the mamonos who accompanied him.

Upon hearing our report, our mother's expression hardened.

"The one that attacked you," she muttered with a frown. "Was she wearing armor and had semi-transparent, bluish skin?"

A chill ran down my spine, but I nodded.

"Why was she with a pure mana human, huh mom?" Yorkshari asked, intrigued.

Berkshire pondered for a moment.

"It is hard to say." She answered. "Normally a Living Armor bonds with the first human who is able to see it. And from the way she was visible, she must already have a husband… be it that human or someone else."

The three of us remained silent trying to understand the mystery of that mamono, but within a few seconds our mother broke the silence by raising her voice.

"There's no point in wasting daylight trying to guess this information." Our mother decided. "Let's go back home."

" But I wanted that human?" We complained together.

At that moment mother frowned and looked at us intimidatingly.

"First we're going to go home, we're going to patch up your wounds and you two are going to apologize to your father for making him so worried." Our mother said, pointing her finger in our face.

"Yes ma'am." We responded together, scared.

Satisfied with the answers, she changed her expression from stern to savage, smiling frighteningly.

"Then we will invade this city looking for your attackers." She comments in an intense tone. "And if the human really has pure mana like you said… one of you will keep him as a husband or the two of you will share him."

[Jason]

I separated from Zyss and Artoria once we arrived in Goatsville. They went to find a room for us to spend the night with a contact of Zyss, who was actually a repeat client of her sister Tyss. It was not surprising, since everyone in the city shopped with the goblin merchant, although the humans would never admit it publicly.

However, allowing two mamonos to sleep in, was something no human would allow.

So I went to talk to my parents alone.

"Which was quite tiring, but it took a weight off my shoulders." I mumbled to myself as I walked to the meeting point after talking to them.

My parents were happy to see that I was alive, healthy and stronger. I tried to hand over some of the money Tyss gave me in exchange for my manual and… pelvic services, but it was in vain. My father is too proud to accept money from his own son, no matter how much I tried to convince him that it was a way of showing my gratitude for taking care of me.

They wanted me to spend the night with them, but I didn't want the headache of having to settle a fight between my parents and my mamonos, nor did I want them to suspect my plan to create my own harem.

I continued walking through the city, my eyes scanning the crowd without looking for anything specific. Even though I wasn't paying attention, it didn't take long to notice something different in the city.

"That's weird." I stopped halfway looking around. "Where are the men?"

From a distance it only looked like there were few people on the street, half as many as normal, but in reality the only men in this city were elderly people and very young children.

"The people from the order got everyone they could here, didn't they?" I muttered out loud. "They took most of the men from the village as recruits… except me."

Trying not to be discouraged by my former weakness, I decided to continue on my way. As I walked towards the meeting point the sun began to set, and in front of me I noticed a little girl sitting near a fence on the edge of the city.

'She looks like a bovine mamono.' I thought to myself.

I approached the little minotaur girl cautiously, noticing her short, white hair and small horns on top of her head. She wore simple clothes, but much cleaner than expected of a child of that age. After all, without television, video games and the internet, children ran free and always played on the dirt.

'That white hair is familiar to me, someone from a long time ago… but who?' I reflected, walking towards her.

She looked lonely and sad, sitting alone near a fence. Curious about the little girl, I decided to go to her with a calm and friendly attitude.

"Hello." I said, catching her off guard.

She looked at me with big, sad eyes, her lips trembling slightly with fear.

"W-Who are you?" She stammered in terror. "Please do not hurt me." She pleaded, raising her arms to defend herself.

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"I'm just a passing adventurer," I responded, bending down to be at her eye level and calming her down. "I saw you sitting here alone and thought I'd come and say hello," I commented, extending my hand to shake hers. "My name is Jason. What's your name?"

She hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out her hand to me.

"It's very nice to meet you sir," she said, giving a small bow. "My name is Odette." She whispered softly, avoiding my eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Odette," I said with a gentle smile. "Why are you here alone?"

She sighed deeply, looking at the floor.

"My mother is busy working all day and none of the children in the village play with me," she explained despondently, looking down. "That's why I'm always alone."

My heart sank upon hearing her story. Unlike the goblins, she doesn't just look like a child, she is a child.

I knew I should have met up with Zyss and Artoria, but I couldn't help myself.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said with sympathy. "But they're a bunch of jerks for not wanting to play with you."

Odette looked at me curiously, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

"Do you really think so?" She asked hesitantly.

"For sure!" I exclaimed, smiling, trying to inject some positivity into our conversation. "And to prove it, I'll play with you, whatever you want."

Odette's eyes widened in disbelief as I nodded. She jumped to her feet and let out a squeal of joy, her little body bouncing with excitement as she thanked me for my kindness.

[Artoria]

"I can't believe my Lord is late."

It has been dark for some time now and my Lord has not appeared at the meeting point. Worried about his well-being, I ran through the streets, looking everywhere for him.

Miss Zyss stayed behind with our hostess while I came to pick him up. Since I'm a Living Armor, I can run faster than her and on top of that I don't get tired.

"If this becomes a habit, I will have to chain my Lord to my person."

As I ran through the streets, I scanned the area, my eyes darting from corner to corner, no sign of him. Just when I was about to give up hope, I came across a scene that took me by surprise.

There, sitting on the grass with a lit lantern in his hand, was Jason. But he was not alone. With him was a small, white-haired mamono child. A smile spread across my face as I witnessed the sweet scene.

I approached in silence, not wanting to interrupt the moment. The scene was so simple, yet full of beauty. The child, with her bovine ears and little horns, seemed so at ease with Jason, as if he were an older brother or even a father.

Jason, with his infectious smile and tender eyes, bent down to the girl's height, his fingers dancing in the air as he pretended to be eating from an imaginary plate of food. The child, in turn, did the same while her big white eyes shining with admiration looked at him with happiness on her face.

A feeling of peace and happiness invaded me, and for a moment, I forgot about all my worries. I just wanted to stay there, watching them and losing myself in that atmosphere of innocence and purity.

But duty calls and I gave my word that I would take my Lord to dinner without further delay.

"Lord Jason." I say softly, trying not to startle them. "May I know why the delay?"

Jason braced himself and turned to me, his eyes wide now that he realized he was late.

"Artoria! Ha-ha..." He laughed awkwardly, trying to think of a response. "This is Odette aaaaaand…she lives nearby and we were just playing house."

"I'm Mommy and he's Daddy." Odette says, laughing shyly and waving at me with her little hand.

Despite the touching scene, I needed to take my Lord to introduce him to our hostess. After all, she took time out of her busy day to prepare a meal for us and I refuse to repay her kindness with the rudeness of being late.

"Sorry to interrupt your play, but Lady Clarabella is awaiting our arrival, my Lord."

"Clarabella?" He asked the little mamono. "Do you know my mommy?"

Like me, my Lord was surprised by the coincidence, but not wanting to waste any more time, I escorted them both back to dinner.

[Jason]

As we approached Clarabella's house, I couldn't help but notice how warm and inviting it looked, despite its small size and humble appearance. The thatched roof and wooden walls gave it a rustic charm that made me feel relaxed.

Odette jumped in front of us, her excitement palpable. She was looking forward to her mother meeting her first friend.

At the door of the house we were greeted by Zyss.

"Jason." She said with relief, running to hug me. "I thought you abandoned us."

'And now I feel like an asshole.' I thought, returning Zyss's hug.

The last thing I want is to leave this little goblin worried for nothing.

"Is this your contact's house?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

Zyss let go of me and nodded.

As soon as we entered, I was faced with a middle-aged mamono minotaur with kind eyes and a warm but tired smile. When I got closer to introduce myself, I noticed that her bovine features were more reminiscent of a dairy cow than a bull like classic minotaurs.

'She looks familiar too, but I can't remember why.' I thought, examining her better and noticing her two great "attributes". 'How did I forget breasts as divine as these?'

[Image]

"So this is your companion, Miss Zyss?" She said in a motherly, exhausted tone. "Nice to meet you, my name is Clarabella."

She made a small bow, I couldn't help but end up staring wide-eyed at the sway of those beautiful, gigantic breasts.

'What I wouldn't give to snuggle up to those magnificent breasts of hers…'

I shook my head, refocusing on the conversation, which was impressive considering the size of the two distractions in front of me.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Jason." I answered back.

Clarabella stopped with widened eyes for a few moments as soon as she heard my name.

"Jason…" She says curiously, as if testing the name in her mouth. "JASON!" She shouted excitedly.

In addition to the scream taking me by surprise, Clarabella pulled me into a hug, burying my head in her ample and warm bust.

"Hmmm?" I murmured in the paradise prison.

Don't get me wrong, a milf with huge boobs can try to smother me in her bust any time she wants, but I would like a warning first.

'Oh my god She smells like vanilla and cinnamon…' I thought, losing focus.

"You've grown so much that I didn't even recognize you," she said, squeezing me tenderly. "It became so tall, strong and beautiful," she gently laughed.

The last statement caught my attention. Using all my strength and self-discipline I managed to separate myself from her embrace.

"Do we know each other?" I ask curiously.

"Ara, ara, have you forgotten me?" She asked, feigning disappointment. "I think it's natural that you don't remember dear old me, you were so little at the time. But don't worry, I'll remind you while we're having dinner."

Clarabella served a milk-based corn and onion soup. The appearance of the soup left me apprehensive, but upon tasting it, the delicious flavor of the milk was something that immediately won me over. With gusto, I ate the soup while Zyss and Artoria sat next to me.

In addition to tasting good, the dish also gave me a boost.

<STATUS >

Buff [Holstaur's Milk]:

-Stamina booster: Increased resistance to fatigue and exhaustion.

-Strength booster: +10% on Strength attribute.

<STATUS >

Literally-. WAIT!

'Holstaur's Milk.' I silently read the origin of the buff. 'Looks like Holstein + Minotaur.' I finished thinking, turning to Clarabella, who for some reason was embarrassed to see me devouring the soup like a hungry animal.

"This soup is incredible, Clarabella," I said,embarrassed.

Clarabella smiled happily and replied.

"It's good to see that you're still as kind and polite as you were when you were little, Jason."

An uncomfortable silence falls at the table as the minotaur milf stares at him. Luckily for me, Artoria cut the silence.

"I would like to know more about this subject," Artoria comments, wiping her mouth after a spoonful of the soup. "You claim to know my Lord, but he clearly has no memory of you."

Clarabella sighs in disappointment, but shrugs.

"The truth is he was very young at the time," she explains nostalgically. "When I arrived in the village, Odette was just a baby and my husband had already passed away."

Artoria and Zyss immediately stopped, the two opened their eyes wide, staring at the host, as if she had said something profane. I didn't understand their dramatic reaction. I know that the death of a loved one is tragic, I myself was feeling bad for her, but it was a long time ago and they both didn't even know the guy existed until Clarabella told him about him.

As the tension in the room increased, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. It was as if the very air around us had grown heavy with Artoria and Zyss's unspoken words and hidden emotions. Clarabella, feeling the discomfort, tried to alleviate the situation.

"You don't have to worry about me," she said in a soft voice. "That was a long time ago and I've moved on."

But I could see the pain in her eyes, a flash of sadness that belied her words. It was clear that her husband's death had left a deep wound that would never truly heal. But she was strong and refused to let it consume her completely.

Artoria, realizing the awkwardness of the situation, decided to change the subject.

"So," she lightly began, "how did you meet my Lord?"

Clarabella gave a warm smile as she spoke again.

"My breed of mamono is known for living close to humans because we are more docile than most monster girls," Clarabella explained, looking at the soup. "But the fact that I was a widow made the people of Goatsville suspicious of me."

Clarabella's voice was gentle as she spoke, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and affection. She sighed, running a hand through her long white braided hair.

"Whether they are men, women, elderly people or children... Everyone avoids me. They see me as a threat, as something to be feared."

Her gaze fell on me.

"But lucky for me, there was an exception to this rule," she smiled warmly at me. "A small, skinny little boy… Jason," Clarabella finished, pointing in my direction.

I blushed slightly under her gaze, while Artoria and Zyss listened with interest to the story.

"I see that since he was little my Lord had a golden heart," Artoria said with mixed feelings.

Zyss put her hand on my knee and smiled at me happily, like a mother who saw her son do a good deed.

"It was the highlight of my day when he came to talk to me, to see how Odette and I were doing," Clarabella explains, smiling nostalgically. "But when Jason started helping his parents in the fields… he no longer had the strength to come visit me at the end of his days."

'I REMEMBERED!' I screamed mentally. 'She was the first mamono I saw in this world.'

As a child I was fascinated by her existence, the exotic beauty of a monster girl that Clarabella represented and… her breasts.

"I didn't see why I should be afraid of you," I responded promptly, trying to hide my awkwardness.

Clarabella laughed softly at my response.

"Thanks, Jason." She said it so gently it almost sounded like a sigh. "Only you were willing to look beyond my kind and give me a chance," she explained, in a melancholic tone. "The few social interactions I have with the people of the city are just to buy my products at a ridiculous price."

"Products?" I asked curiously. "What kind of products?"

And for some reason everyone in the house turned to me, including Odette, looking at me as if I were an idiot.

"A Golden heart, but a leaded head," Artoria comments, shaking her head in disappointment.

Offenses aside, it was a pleasant dinner.

As the meal progressed, we prepared to retire for the night. Clarabella and her daughter went to sleep in a small bedroom, while I, Zyss and Artoria would sleep in the living room/kitchen/dining area.

Curious about Clarabella's relationship with Tyss, I asked Zyss about how they met. Zyss explained that her sister often buys products from Clarabella to sell to travelers who are more open-minded than the inhabitants of Goatsville. Helping the single mother Holstaur's income.

"And how did you convince her to let us spend the night here?"

Zyss turned red and embarrassed, but before she could respond, Clarabella appeared in the room holding an old lamp, calling out to me.

"Jason." Hervoice, despite being tired, was soft and inviting. "Could you help me, please? "

"Sure," I responded promptly.

Clarabella happily hummed a generic melody, walking in front of me.

'Even though she's tired, she seems in good spirits.' I thought as I followed the Holstaur.

A few meters to the left of the house was a small wooden shack, the place full of ceramic urns in various sizes. The smallest appeared to be 5 liters (1.3 gallons) and the largest 50 liters (13.2 gallons).

"What can I do for you?" I asked as my eyes adjusted to the dim light.

Clarabella sighed deeply, her voice heavy with exhaustion as she spoke.

"I've been focusing too much on my work lately, trying to save money so Odette and I can get out of town," Clarabella explained in a darker tone. "I'm afraid that one day the Order will return and try to exterminate us."

I stared at her without understanding why they would do such a thing now.

"You didn't have any problems the last time a captain came here. Why would they do this now?"

Clarabella shook her head wistfully as she sighed tiredly.

"The last captain wasn't an extremist, but the next time they come recruiting, someone less tolerant might see us as a threat and decide to eliminate us."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. The idea of these innocent mamonos being killed was terrifying to me. I knew I needed to do something to help them, but I was just a weakling who can't defeat two orcs without help.

As we stood there, under the dim light of the old lamp, I couldn't help but notice once again the rows of urns lining the walls of the small shed. Now up close I noticed that they had some type of fabric under the covers.

With my curiosity aroused, I decided to ask Clarabella what they were for.

"Is this to prevent air from entering or to avoid some type of contamination?" I asked, holding up the piece of fabric attached to the jar.

"Yes." Clarabella said, touching my body. "They serve to retain nutrients, preserve flavor and preserve the milk after it is extracted."

"Milk?" I questioned out loud. "But I didn't see any goats out there."

Goatsville is named for the large population of goats. Meat, leather, milk and other derivatives are the city's main export products.

Clarabella laughed melodiously at my confusion.

"I don't have goats or other animals," she said, approaching me and placing her hand on my face. "And I need your help to increase 'my production'."

Her hands, despite being calloused from years of hard work, were still soft and gentle, and coupled with what seemed to be her natural scent of vanilla and cinnamon, I began to feel a tightness in my pants.

"I was apprehensive when I asked Zyss if the man in her group could help me but…" She stopped looking down. "I was so happy when I saw it was you, Jason."

Clarabella breathed quickly and deeply, as if she was gathering her strength to do something challenging, she was apprehensive and excited at the same time.

"That sweet and gentle boy right now in front of me is so big and strong."

Then she surprised me by lowering the straps from her shoulders and exposing her breasts, which were even bigger than I imagined. The outfit Clarabella wore defied the laws of physics, containing their grandiose form.

In a needy tone, Clarabella begged.

"I want you to milk me-."

"YES!" I cut her off, shouting excitedly.

The Holstaur milf froze wide-eyed, staring at me like a deer about to be run over.

"Eeeee… I'm sorry I yelled… and yes, sure I'll help." I said, pretending to cough into my hand at the end.

Clarabella blinked her eyes three times only to then smile and laugh the heartiest laugh I've heard in my life.

Embarrassed by my behavior and feeling insecure about having a milf with bare breasts laughing at me, I turned my body and walked away.

But I couldn't even take half a step.

"No sir you don't," she said, hugging me from behind, touching her hard, wet nipples on my back. "You're not going anywhere."

…

"Huh?" I questioned, surprised that she still wanted something with me.

With a strength that didn't match her body, Clarabella made me turn 180 degrees and face her once again.

"You can only leave…" She said, taking her fingers to the tip of her nipples, squeezing them in an erotic way. "After milking!" Clarabella finished talking, squeezing her nipple while the milk dripped between her fingers.

I swallowed, my dick harder than ever.

"Milking my tits…" Commented the Holstaur milf, resting her right hand on my crotch. "And your dick."

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E ai gurizada?

For this chapter I read about mamono widows and it was heartbreaking…

I recommend researching and reading on the subject, Kenkou Cross' Q&A is very enlightening.

—Sparklinglifesenpai: 

Will Tyss and Kyss be in future chapters to come? And why aren't they in the harem? I'm confused.

—Response=

Without giving spoilers, they are not part of the Harem. I will elaborate on why they do not appear in the system in future chapters.

—PowerLegend: 

I don't know If they Evolve, but I would love too see then as Hobgoblins.

—Response=

In the original lore, after they find a husband they can become very powerful, but few manage to become anything else like: 

Imp => Arch Imp 

Lesser Succubus => Succubus

—Jetsmillion: 

Evolving monstergirls? Does that mean the Living Armor will evolve into the Cursed Sword waifu or will that be a separate girl? 

With Zyss being a goblin tinker, I could see her evolving into some like a Gremlin or a gnome. Some sort of monstergirl that is good with gadgets.

—Response=

The Cursed Sword will be another character, not an evolution of the living armor. I won't comment further, or else I will enter the spoiler area.

—WingsOfEscapism: 

Oh, I can't wait to see how Artoria gets along with the Cursed Sword. (And whether protag names her "Shiro" just for the lulz)

—Response=

And I promise there will be drama and lots of humor… most of it will be humor… and sex.