Milk Princess: Chapter 1 - Royal Milk Tea

“Oh… I so wanted to see you, my adorable daughters!”

A noble lady stood from a throne decorated with glasswork and tortoiseshell and ran toward the girls who were approaching her.

“Mother!”

One dove into her open arms and the other approached in embarrassment. The beautiful woman in a pure white dress tightly hugged the two of them.

A cheer filled the audience chamber.

“Welcome back, princesses!”

“Thank the goddess you are safe…”

The high-ranking officials and knight leaders applauded the mother-daughter reunion.

Akira kneeled amid it all. He looked up at the ceiling far overhead and knew all too well he did not belong here. A long line of bright red carpet ran along the center of the floor and soft sunlight shined in through the stained glass. Had he not been so overwhelmed by everything else, he would have been shocked to find the stained glass depicted a goddess with prominently bared breasts.

Filled with a different kind of tension from when he helped the princesses escape, an odd sweat soaked his brow and back.

After escaping the Sodom fortress, he had kept the carriage moving day and night for a solid week. When morning arrived, the princesses’ absence would be noticed and troops would be sent in pursuit. They had left late at night, but a carriage was slower than a horse and they would be overtaken eventually.

To avoid that, the boy had intentionally taken the long way around, but that had allowed him to use a mountain pass that a large army could not cross all at once. From there, he had made his way to a Courreges fortress near the border. The plan must have worked because they arrived at their destination without ever encountering the Sodom army.

After that, they had a knight escort on the way to the capital of Belhazzar. After a more leisurely arrival at the royal palace, they had met the queen like this.

“I thought I would die when I heard you had been captured by Sodom. I am so very, very thankful…”

“Mother, that hurts…”

The queen wiped away her tears while rubbing her cheeks against her daughters over and over. Even in front of so many retainers, the princesses bashfully accepted their mother’s love. Mother and daughters continued hugging for a while as if trying to hold onto the joy of reunion.

Some of the aides were moved to tears by the scene.

They knew the Sodom army was merciless even to women and children. Sodom was well-known for laying a hand on civilians and surrendered soldiers alike.

For the princesses to return from there unharmed was an utter joy for their mother the queen and the rest of the people of Courreges.

“I was so worried about you two…”

“Sorry, mother. But Akira rescued us!”

“My… Such bravery for a boy.”

Akira straightened his back when a princess suddenly mentioned his name.

“Are you the youth who rescued my daughters?”

The motherly face rubbing cheeks with her daughters turned toward him with the dignified expression of the Courreges Queendom’s Queen, Christina Theresia Gatomaritie.

The boy quickly bowed when she spoke to him.

“I am…”

She may have been from a foreign queendom, but the lowly guard could not help but shrink down nervously when a ruler spoke directly to him. Forcing out that response was the most he could manage.

His role should have been over once he handed the princesses over to the Courreges fortress, but Stella had said she wanted him to come with them and he had made the mistake of agreeing since he could not return to Sodom anymore. But it was too late for regrets now.

The most important person he had ever met before was the guard chief, so he had no clue what the etiquette was for speaking with a noble in a formal situation, much less a royal.

When he had spoken to the princesses in their cell, he had been so desperate to get them out of there that he had not thought about such things.

“I must thank you as a queen and as a mother.”

The queen smiled at the nervous boy, but Akira was so busy pressing his forehead solidly against the carpet to view her countenance.

“What is your name?”

“It is Akira.”

“Then, Akira. Please raise your head.”

He tried to do as she asked, but he was so tense that his body refused to move.

“B-but…”

“No buts. Someone, reward my daughters’ savior.”

The queen released Stella and Rosemary from her passionate hug and calmly sat back in her throne.

The boy hesitantly looked up to see maids carrying over gold bars, boxes of jewels, silk clothing, and more.

“I-I could not possibly accept this…”

He had not rescued the princesses for a reward. He had simply been disgusted with his home kingdom’s inhumane actions. He tried to reject the prizes, but the queen would not allow it.

“There is no need to refuse. If my daughters’ savior walked away emptyhanded, people would see me as a stingy queen.”

“I am truly grateful… This is too great an honor…”

Refusing would apparently be rude, so the boy pressed his forehead to the carpet once more after being given more money than he would have seen over his entire lifetime as a guard.

“Now, my daughters have been returned safely to me, so we must hold a lavish banquet tonight.”

He had already been rewarded beyond his wildest dreams, but then the queen said something unbelievable.

“And of course, I must ask you to participate, Akira. How about we enjoy some tea together while the preparations are made? Sherris, please show Akira the way.”

“Eh…?”

The queen smiled elegantly and fanned herself with a feather fan.

“My, how wonderful. Mother, may I join too?”

“Tea with a Sodom soldier? And such a lowly one at that? Are you serious!?”

The princesses had very different reactions to the queen’s invitation.

Akira himself was too shocked to understand what was happening.

“Of course. I must hear all about the escape from Sodom.”

With that, the queen left the audience chamber looking very pleased. Happy Stella and displeased Rosemary followed.

“Sir Akira. This way please.”

A black-haired maid walked up to the utterly dazed boy and curtsied.

An unbelievable sight met his eyes.

After leaving the audience chamber, the group moved to a balcony overlooking the castle grounds. This was the royal family’s private living space where only a limited number of high officials were allowed.

The space jutted out from the top floor of a tower, the bright sun shined down on it, and the pleasant spring breeze stroked his cheek.

“Hee hee hee. Isn’t this a calming place? Please relax.”

He sat at a round table with Queen Christina directly across from him. The two princesses were seated to either side.

“O-o-o-of course…”

Relaxing was simply not happening. They were all far too close.

“Akira, please feel at home.”

He was so nervous that Stella’s kind words entered one ear and left the other.

“Honestly… Why do I have to be here with a Sodomite…?”

Rosemary puffed out her cheeks and complained, but her chair was closer to the boy’s than her sister’s was.

“Do not speak that way about your savior. Who knows what would have happened to you without Akira… I am so very thankful.”

“…!”

His eyes met the queen’s gently smiling eyes and his heart pounded so hard in his chest he thought it would stop beating altogether.

She had seemed beautiful at a distance, but this close up, he had trouble looking straight at the overwhelming beauty of the woman rumored to be the most beautiful in the land.

She was 32 years old and she was a widow who had lost her husband three years earlier, but she looked young enough to be in her twenties and it was hard to believe she was the mother of two teenage girls.

Her pure white dress boldly exposed her shoulders and cleavage and her frilly skirt was split to either side, leaving her plump thighs visible for all to see.

Her long hair was worn up and it was glossier than any hair decoration. Her plump lips were ruby red and her fine skin seemed as clear as crystal.

Her waist was slender, while she had ample curves from her butt to her thighs. Her entire body was fit enough to wear thin silk that clung tightly to it and what fat she did have gave off the sex appeal of a mature adult.

Unable to directly view her affectionate and motherly smile, the boy began to lower his head, but then his eyes were glued to something else. Her long dress’s chest was left open as if asking him to view her deep cleavage as much as he liked and the giant breasts looked about ready to pop out.

Rosemary also had some impressively sized breasts, but the queen’s were another two sizes larger and were stunning enough that he felt they could only be accurately described as “tits”.

The Queen of Courreges was also known as the queendom’s holy mother because, in their matriarchal queendom, the queen was considered a descendant of their goddess. Akira had thought she fit that image of a holy mother, but the more he viewed her sensual body and its mature adult sex appeal, the more he viewed her as a member of the opposite sex. The virgin boy had never had a girlfriend and did not even remember what his mother looked like, so even though he knew it was rude, he could not help but stare at those alluring melons.

“Come to think of it, the knights were praising you. They said you intentionally went the long way through a mountain pass. And they said you would have almost certainly been captured if you had made your way straight to Courreges.”

“Oh, yes! Um, well…I was just lucky…”

The queen must have been accustomed to having people stare because she simply smiled and accepted his rude gaze. He only snapped out of it once she spoke to him.

“No need to be modest. Your cleverness saved my daughters and the future of our queendom.”

Scouts had apparently reported that frantic-looking Sodom forces had been sighted several times near the border the day after the escape from the fortress. After failing to find the princesses, they had apparently withdrawn without attempting combat.

Akira was happy to receive the unrestrained praise, but he was too nervous and embarrassed to speak.

“Really? …You’re incredible, Akira.”

Stella’s eyes sparkled and she breathed an impressed sigh.

“But thanks to that, we were stuck in that carriage for a whole week. My back still hurts. I’ve never ridden such an uncomfortable carriage.”

“Sorry about that…”

He could hardly be blamed for not finding a carriage as comfortable as the luxurious ones used by royals. They had been in a rush at the time and it was only because they used a prisoner-transport carriage that they had escaped the vicinity of the fortress without arousing suspicion.

Using a royal carriage in that border area would have been far too conspicuous, but the boy could not bring himself to talk back to a princess and simply bowed his head.

“I-I wasn’t blaming you or anything… Anyway, weren’t we going to have tea?”

Seeing her savior hanging his head, the younger princess quickly corrected herself and changed the subject.

“Good point. Let’s have that tea. Sherris, Akira is our guest.”

“Of course.”

The queen clapped her hands and the maids carried a tea set out onto the balcony. Then the black-haired maid who had shown the boy here served a cup of tea to Christina, Stella, and Rosemary in that order. But when she served Akira an identical teacup, it was empty.

“Sir Akira, excuse me a moment…”

The maid named Sherris grabbed the sides of her skirt in her hands and curtsied. Then she reached for the chest of her black and white maid uniform and began to pull it down.

“Eh? Ehhhhhh!? Wh-wh-wh-what are you doing!?”

The boy had been worried it would be wrong of him to drink tea from a royal tea set, so he panicked and raised his voice when the maid suddenly began stripping.

“I will serve your tea now, so please wait.”

“T-tea…?”

The black-haired young woman did not hesitate to calmly pull down one side of the maid uniform’s chest to bare one breast. She made no attempt to hide the shapely curves of the breast or the pink point of the nipple.

(I-it’s a boob… A woman’s boob…)

Akira had no idea what was going on and his mouth hung open as he stared at the first bare breast and nipple he had ever seen. The more he looked at the maid’s bowl-shaped breast, the more beautiful it seemed.

Just viewing it made his heart race and made him feel oddly happy.

“Sherris, wait just a moment. Akira is a special guest, so I should serve him personally.”

“Understood, Your Majesty.”

The maid immediately pulled up the chest of her maid uniform and placed a new cup in front of Christina.

“Mother, there is no need for you to provide the milk yourself.”

“Don’t be silly. He saved my daughters’ lives. What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t thank him?”

Unconcerned by her daughter’s words, Christina reached for the chest of her long dress.

“Eh? Eh? Eh? U-um…”

Unsure what was happening, Akira simply stared as the lady elegantly slid one side of the chest to the side. The thin silk slid off of her breast and she instead covered the breast with her hand in a teasing way that contradicted his first impression of her as a holy mother type.

(W-wow! The queen’s b-b-boob! I-it’s so big…)

The mature breast of a 32-year-old woman gave off powerful sex appeal and the boy subconsciously stared intently at her hand like he was trying to see through it to the weighty melon hidden behind.

The giant tit squished softly below her hand and he felt a powerful urge to touch it despite how rude that would be. Sherris’s boob had been beautiful, but the queen’s was a devilish thing that fully stimulated male desire.

“My, my… I am not young anymore, so it is embarrassing when you stare like that.”

Even as she said that, the queen slowly slid her hand down to let him see.

“Ahh…”

An emotional gasp escaped his lips.

The tip pointed outward a bit and had somewhat lost to gravity, but that was unavoidable given its watermelon size. In fact, the beautiful curves had maintained their shape to an impressive extent given the size and the beautiful pink point stuck out from the center of a largish areola. It may have been no exaggeration to call it a miraculous bust.

The skin was so smooth you would think it had milk dissolved into it and it looked like it would be incredibly pleasant to the touch. A lot of work, effort, and money must have gone into maintaining this level of beauty. It was an ultra-high-quality boob.

“I will have your milk ready soon…”

“M-milk!?”

“Yes. I do understand that our milk culture can seem unusual to foreigners, but our queendom worships a nameless milk goddess. She is symbolized by a pair of large, bared breasts. You may have noticed that the people of our queendom dress in a way that accentuates our bust. That is an outward sign of our dedication to her,” explained the queen. “Thanks to the blessing she has placed on this land, all the women of Courreges begin to produce milk in their teenage years. A girl who has yet to begin lactating is still considered a child. Milk is a holy gift and it is meant to be shared.”

All ten of Christina’s fingers dug into that tit which was massive enough to call a milk tank and she massaged it much like milking a cow’s udder.

“I-is that so…?

He had no idea what was going on, but his eyes were fixated on the queen’s boob. The two princesses elegantly picked up their teacups and tasted the tea. Evidently, this scene was entirely unremarkable to someone from Courreges.

“In our queendom, fresh-squeezed milk is the customary way of serving a guest,” explained the maid after noticing the boy’s confusion. “It is a blessing from the host to the guest.”

He thought they might be teasing him, but a queen would not do this for a joke.

“Of course, as the queen, I have a maid handle it for your average guest, but you are my daughters’ savior. It would be rude of me to not do it myself.”

“Th-thank you very much…”

Christina made it sound like the most natural thing in the world, but Akira shrank down and bowed. He could tell this was their way of showing hospitality, but cultural differences were a hell of a thing.

“Nh…hahhn…”

While he thought to himself, he heard a heated sigh from the queen. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, but he could not believe she was exposing her breast to a member of the opposite sex and massaging it with both hands.

“Ahh, it’s coming out… Your drink will be ready in no time…”

A pink tinge gradually filled the queen’s white breast, the areola swelled out, and the nipple grew.

“Nh! Ah, hahhhn…my milk is coming out…I’ll squeeze out plenty for you…so please watch…ahn!”

The beautiful woman leaned forward a bit and aimed the tip of her breast toward the teacup. Just as he noticed some white droplets on the tip of the pink nipple, milk erupted out in a stream.

Each time the queen massaged her tit with both hands, a clean line of milk sprayed into the container like she was pouring tea from a teapot.

“Hahn, my milk is spraying out… No, it won’t stop…”

As more and more milk came from her giant breast, the cup was filled in no time.

“Pant, pant… H-here…Akira. It’s ready.”

Once Christina had finished filling the cup with fresh milk, the black-haired maid immediately wiped off the wet nipple with a handkerchief and then wiped up what had splattered on the table.

“Mother, you always have such excellent form.”

Stella’s eyes were wide with admiration.

“Hee hee… This is a skill every proper lady needs – and a royal especially – so don’t forget to practice, you two.”

“Of course.”

Christina placed her dress back over her breast and looked to her daughters.

Would the princesses need to serve their milk as well? While Akira wondered that, Sherris carried the teacup over to him.

“Here, Sir Akira. Milk served by a royal is known as Royal Milk Tea and it is said to be the greatest delicacy in the land.”

“I-I see…”

This was apparently quite an honor, but his mind was not functioning properly from the happiness and embarrassment of seeing her bare breast. The virgin boy had never dated or kissed a girl, so drinking fresh-squeezed milk was too great a hurdle for him.

“Oh? Is something the matter?”

The lady tilted her head curiously as he looked back and forth between the milk and her face.

“Oh, um… I’ve never had a woman’s milk before…”

“Really? Well, you had better rectify that, hadn’t you?”

If this was how their queendom showed hospitality, not drinking it would be rude.

“Th-thank you…”

The boy gathered his resolve and hesitantly brought the cup to his lips. And he drank it all at once.

A sweet and smooth liquid wet his throat.

“What a vulgar way of drinking…”

“S-sorry…”

“Do not worry about it. It is a very boyish way of drinking.”

Rosemary sighed and criticized him, but the beautiful woman smiled and held her little finger to her mouth.

“Did you like it, Akira?”

“Yes…it was very good.”

“Really? That is good to hear.”

He had never had a woman’s milk before, but it was not a bad flavor. In fact, it was decently tasty. When he gave his honest opinion, Stella smiled happily like it was her being complimented.

That angelic smile naturally brought a smile to his own lips.

“Honestly! Quit grinning like that…”

The curly-haired princess pouted her lips in displeasure and drank from her own teacup.

“Hee hee. I am glad you enjoyed it. Would you like a refill?”

“Eh? A refill?”

“Yes. Since you seemed to like it, you can drink as much as you want.”

If the queen was letting him drink more milk, would she have to bare her breast and directly squeeze it out once more? Then he would be able to see her tit again.

(Wait, what am I thinking!?)

He banished the thought from his mind and worked to feign calm.

“Oh, did you not like it?”

When the boy barely reacted, the queen stopped with her hand on the chest of her dress.

“I-it was very good! I would like a refill…”

As soon as he saw the queen’s sadly drooping eyebrows, the boy frantically shouted a response.

“My, you enjoyed it that much? The milk goddess must be smiling upon me.”

She gave a gentle smile as she bared her breast once more. The boy’s eyes were naturally drawn to the milk tank in anticipation of the milking scene that was about to begin.

“A refill? How shameless. And quit gawking like that.”

“Come on, Akira… Stop drinking milk and talk with me.”

The princesses pouted their lips when he directed so much attention toward the queen’s fresh-squeezed milk.

“Hee hee hee… Feel free to drink as much as you like. We still have plenty of time before the banquet.”

She had claimed it was embarrassing when he stared, but Christina appeared to actually enjoy the boy’s rude gaze on her as she seductively lifted her breast and massaged it.

When the people of Courreges heard that the princess sisters had been captured by Sodom, most of them would have assumed the girls would never return home alive. Sodom’s cruelty was well-known in the neighboring territories.

But they had been safely returned after about a week thanks to the courageous actions of a single boy. A lavish banquet was held in the castle to celebrate the princesses’ return and honor the boy’s bravery.

In the castle town, the castle’s food storehouses were opened to serve the people food and drink. The area was filled with songs praising the Gatomaritie family and a festive mood surrounded the capital of Belhazzar.

The boy had been nervous enough at the teatime with Christina, Stella, and Rosemary, but now they wanted him to attend a party in the banquet hall. He had tried to politely refuse, but the queen and princesses had insisted.

The boy had been wearing light armor and some old clothing, but the maids had forcibly changed him into formal silk clothing and taken him to the royal palace’s great hall.

Akira was dumbfounded as soon as he set foot inside.

In addition to the high-ranking officials and knights, influential noblewomen, their husbands, and their children were attending the party and they all ceased their conversations to applaud the foreign youth.

“Now, please welcome today’s guest of honor. Give a round of applause to this young hero who brought smiles back to me, my daughters, and all the people of Courreges.”

The applause grew even louder when Christina stood from her throne and made that announcement. Stella and Rosemary stood from their seats on either side of her and elegantly clapped their hands to welcome the boy.

At a royal party, the honored guest was the last person to arrive. For a commoner like Akira, being surrounded by close to a hundred ladies and gentlemen only made him want to flee.

“Akira, thank you so very much. Please enjoy yourself today.”

While he stood motionless near the entrance, the older princess approached and spoke to him.

“So your name is Akira? If you like, would you dance with me?”

“Don’t you dare try to get to him ahead of me.”

They should have kept their distance since he was from Sodom, but curious noble daughters quickly gathered around him. They were almost all quite busty and their dresses were cut low to accentuate their breasts, some so low their areolae could be seen peeking out. Once a crowd had formed around him, the party resumed.

“Don’t even think about it, all of you. Please dance with me first, Akira.”

“E-eh!? Um, dance?”

Stella seemed uncharacteristically harsh as she pushed through the girls clinging to him and embraced his arm, but her usual sweetness returned as a soft sensation pressed against his upper arm and her sweet scent enveloped his body.

(Princess Stella’s boobs… Her boobs are touching me!?)

Akira was too shocked to speak, but the princess did not seem to mind as she innocently interacted with him.

“Those two look just like lovers when they do that.”

“I was thinking the same thing. They make a good couple.”

The noble daughters excitedly chatted amongst themselves, but Akira was worried they were insulting Stella’s dignity as a princess by saying she made a good couple with someone as lowly as him. He quickly checked her expression.

“Really? Lovers? Oh, dear… They say we make a good couple, Akira♪”

Instead growing angry, the blonde girl held her hands to her flushed cheeks and wiggled her hips happily.

“Now, Akira. Please share a dance with me.”

Stella seemed to be in a good mood as she faced the boy, grabbed the sides of her skirt, and curtsied.

“P-please wait… I don’t know how to dance…”

Ballroom dancing may have been a standard skill for the members of the privileged class who attended banquets like this, but this boy was a mere guard who had become a hero overnight. He had no hobbies that classy, so he had never danced or even seen a dance before.

“Not to worry. Just follow my lead.”

The princess smiled, took his hand, and started walking to the center of the hall. The warmth and smoothness of her fingers reached his palm and his heart pounded so hard he thought it would burst out of his chest.

A few couples were already dancing, but even a novice like Akira could easily guess what would happen if he joined them.

He did not care if they laughed at him for tripping and screwing up the dance, but he could not bring shame to a princess like Stella.

“Princess Stella. I am very honored, but please enjoy yourself without someone as unrefined as me.”

“Eh? Akira…?”

He did his very best to come up with a gentlemanly thing to say. Kissing her on the back of the hand might have been even better, but he was not that kind of person.

While trying not to be rude, he softly let go of her hand, bowed deeply, and more or less fled.

He wanted to stay by the wall where he could go unnoticed, but some elderly retainers and nobles captured him this time.

“You showed such incredible bravery for someone so young.”

“Sodom’s days are numbered if a youth like you did not deem them worthy.”

“Wa ha ha! I could certainly sleep more soundly at night then.”

Various knight leaders, court musicians, and others called out to the boy and asked to shake his hand.

He felt horribly out of place and wished they would just leave him alone, but none of them would allow it. The older women called him a hero or savior and the younger women and girls wanted to speak or dance with him like he was a curiosity.

(There’s nothing that impressive about me…)

Akira had lost his escape route now that he was completely surrounded by people, so he forced the best smile he could manage and continued the conversation.

“Wait, Akira. How could you be so rude as to not come greet me?”

They all turned toward this new voice.

A beautiful girl with blonde hair worn in ringlet curls was crossing her arms unhappily. Upon the princess’s appearance, the ladies and girls surrounding the boy opened a path and bowed deeply.

“I want to drink some champagne. Could you go get me some?”

“Y-yes. Right away.”

Having a guest fetch you a drink would normally be rude, but she was a princess and he was a commoner. He quickly ran to the maid providing drinks and returned with a glass of champagne.

No one remained around the domineering girl, so the boy breathed a sigh of relief at the absence of the previous oppressive atmosphere.

“Here is your champagne.”

“Thank you. A gentleman must always do as a lady desires. …Wait, where is your drink, Akira? Honestly, how could you forget about yourself?”

Rosemary took the glass but before drinking any, she swiped a champagne glass from a nearby maid and passed it to the boy.

“It is pathetic how you have been wandering nervously around like that. You are our hero, so how about you act like it?”

“I’m just not used to this kind of place…”

“Then stay by my side. That will keep all those pesky people away.”

The princess looked the other way while meaninglessly toying with her hair. She was likely being considerate of the commoner boy’s ignorance of this high-class world. No one would be rude enough to intrude when a princess was keeping him company.

(Princess Rosemary just saved me…)

She had been so cold to him ever since they met, so this kindness made him happy. When he looked at her in slight awe, his eyes met her ruby-red ones.

Her cheeks visibly grew red with such intensity that he could almost hear it.

“A-anyway, are you enjoying the food? You’re a boy, so do you like meat? In that case, my recommendation is-…”

“Wah, wah! Wh-what are you doing?”

As if to hide her embarrassment, the second princess embraced his arm and began walking. His upper arm was entirely buried in the cleavage of her tits which were far larger than the average for her age. Their size and texture surrounded his arm with a happy feeling.

Ever since their escape, he had felt like Rosemary did not trust him very much, so it was refreshing to have her approach him so favorably.

“Are you listening? The meat dish over there is-…ah…”

The princess started to say something but fell silent. Her gaze was directed behind the boy.

He turned around to see what it was, and…

“Akira, are you enjoying yourself? Oh, you’ve already seduced my Mary? You work quickly.”

The queen held a wine glass and smiled elegantly with a maid at her side. The boy quickly straightened his back and bowed.

“O-of course not… I would never…”

“Oh, really? But you have her around your arm, so you seem to be getting along quite well.”

The queen’s cheeks were slightly red with alcohol as she viewed her daughter and that daughter’s savior.

“Ah… M-make no mistake! I was only taking Akira to that table over there! There was nothing else to it!!”

Rosemary shouted a response to her mother’s joke. She quickly let go of Akira’s arm, turned her head away from him, and puffed out her cheeks.

“I can’t believe you, Akira… How could you exclude me?”

Stella came running over when she saw the boy there. That princess usually smiled at all times, but she pouted her lips because he had rejected her offer to dance.

“No, I wasn’t excluding you…”

When the first princess gave him a resentful look, Akira stammered and tried to come up with an excuse. Rosemary had told him to act more like a hero, but that simply was not possible given the circumstances.

(P-please give me a break~~)

He wanted to go unnoticed, but he found himself at the center of attention once more. That was unavoidable when surrounded by the three royals.

“Please dance with me this time.”

“Dance with a Sodomite? Stella, are you insane? You will inherit the throne one day, so you need to avoid taking such thoughtless actions.”

The younger princess once more moved between Stella and the boy.

“What’s wrong with dancing with Akira? Oh, I get it. Mary, you want to dance with him, don’t you? Well, you can have your turn after me.”

“Wha-!? Why would I want to do that!?”

“Now, now, you two. Don’t fight.”

The mother cheerfully drained her glass of wine as she watched the older sister tilt her head and the younger sister blush bright red.

“…Sigh. That was fun…”

Akira collapsed onto the bed in the guest room prepared for him. He was utterly exhausted after spending so much time surrounded by such noble people, but his first time at a banquet had been like something from a fairy tale and he still felt like he was dreaming afterwards.

He had thought he would fall right asleep, but a knock came at the door. He quickly sat up and told whoever it was to come in.

“Excuse me. Sorry for interrupting you.”

A maid walked in and bowed deeply.

“Oh, it’s you…”

He recognized her. She was the maid who had initially started to provide the milk during his teatime with Christina and the princesses. Quite a few maids worked in the castle, but he remembered her always being near the queen and princesses.

“Yes, my name is Sherris. I work as the head maid.”

The black-haired and black-eyed maid pinched the sides of her skirt and curtsied. The perfect movement suggested just how skillful a maid she was.

She appeared to be in her mid-twenties and she wore no makeup, but she had a somehow graceful appearance and sharp features.

She was tall and slender with youthful skin and her entire body had the roundness of a woman in her prime.

Her chic maid uniform was not exactly decorative, but her entire body gave off a mature sex appeal thanks to the weighty breasts visible at the wide-open chest and the plump thighs visible between her skirt and knee socks.

“S-so…do you need something?”

Being alone in a room with such a pretty young woman made his heart pound in his chest and his voice crack with nerves.

“Yes. You must be exhausted after a long day, so I am here to give you a massage.”

“You don’t have to do that…”

“You are a guest, Sir Akira, and it is a maid’s duty to show guests the utmost hospitality in her lady’s stead. And Her Majesty wishes for me to give you an evening massage to soothe the day’s weariness.”

Sherris smiled and approached the boy who sat on the bed. She then slid between his legs and crouched down.

“Eh? Eh? What are you doing…?”

He had expected her to massage his shoulders or back, but she was clearly not taking the position for that. He had no idea what she was doing and it showed on his face.

“Giving you a massage, of course. Please enjoy…”

With that, the maid suddenly began rubbing his crotch through his pants.

Her slender fingers and palm felt warm even through the fabric and the sensation quickly brought his penis to partial erection inside his pants.

“W-w-wait! What the hell are you doing!?”

He was so surprised, he tried to stand up, but he could not escape with her holding his thighs in place. Moreover, an unknown pleasure spread from his crotch, took control of his body, and seemingly paralyzed his arms and legs.

“This is the best place to massage a gentleman, is it not? Now, leave it to me.”

The maid began to remove his pants as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do in this situation.

“W-wait! You don’t have to do that!!”

“I am getting a different story down here…”

When she lowered his underwear as well, his penis rose up while gradually growing harder. The head maid placed her hand on the shaft and looked up at him while slowly stroking it up and down.

With the fabric out of the way, the maid’s palm directly wrapped around his penis and the smooth sensation of her fingers assaulted his crotch.

“You really don’t have to do this for me!”

“I must. You saved the princesses’ lives. Her Majesty instructed me to provide you with appropriate hospitality. Please allow me to give an evening massage.”

The boy’s virginal thought processes saw this as something only lovers should do together, so he could not just accept the maid’s offer. He was interested on an instinctual level, but his rational mind rejected the unknown action.

But while he panicked, his lower body had been stripped bare, Sherris had her face buried in his crotch, and her hand firmly held his penis. He was undeniably being swept away by her seduction.

“I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do…”

“But I do want to. I would not have become a milkmaid if I did not want these duties.” The maid’s black eyes stared at the boy with a serious expression on her face. “Or is an unattractive woman like me not to your liking? If you are dissatisfied with me, I could call in one of the other maids. As unfortunate as that would be…”

The maid’s face sank into sorrow as she pleaded for the boy’s affection. He felt a twinge of guilt in his chest and reflexively shook his head.

“No… I’m not dissatisfied at all!”

“Then please allow me to soothe your weariness.”

The maid smiled happily and reached for the chest of her maid uniform and pulled it down. The queen had stopped her during the day, but he was alone with Sherris now.

(Gulp…)

He gulped as the fabric covering her breasts was removed and their wonderful bowl-shape was revealed.

(Wow… I’m seeing Sherris’s boobs again…)

He had only seen one of the maid’s bare boobs during the royal teatime and only briefly, but now he could view them both all he wanted. The giant breasts defied gravity to stick straight out and the tips were already hard and erect as if hoping to draw the eye. Sherris blushed in slight embarrassment when he rudely stared at her breasts, but she kept her back straight and her chest sticking out as if asking him to look more.

“You were introduced to our milk culture earlier, weren’t you? Well, there is far more to it than women serving their milk to guests. Notably, the milk goddess has blessed gentlemen with milk too. It is just located elsewhere in the body.” She gave his balls a light squeeze. “Both forms of milk are considered holy and it is a blessing to receive them, so women will milk men both to bring that blessing upon their family and to show their dedication to the milk goddess. Her Majesty is a busy woman and the royal family often has a large numbers of guests, so milkmaids like me are used to milk those guests.”

The black-haired maid lifted her breasts in both hands and pressed them in towards each other with the boy’s fully-erect penis in between.

“Wahh… Your boobs…”

The smooth and springy texture of her breasts surrounded his crotch. The warm and firm titty pressure was so pleasant that he could not help but moan.

“This is the traditional way to milk a man. It is a holy act in which both milk-producing organs are brought together. How do you like it?”

She pressed her breasts together and stroked his rod while turning her pitch black eyes up toward him.

“It feels…really good…”

“Does it…? Please enjoy it even more…”

When the boy averted his gaze in embarrassment and obediently nodded, the beautiful maid happily narrowed her eyes. Her dignified features remained unchanged, but her cheeks looked a bit flushed and she seemed to be breathing a little heavily.

And as she moved her boobs up and down, milk seeped from the nipples.

“Ah, Sherris, your milk…”

“Nh… It comes out when I massage them hard enough…but the combination of milks is what makes this a holy act…”

He recalled hearing that all women in Courreges began to produce milk in their teenage years. It was reliable enough that a girl’s first lactation was as much of coming of age milestone as her first period, so it was not at all strange for milk to come from the breasts of a beautiful adult woman like Sherris.

“Ahh, hhh… Sir Akira, your penis…is so very hot…”

A sweet aroma rose from her milk-wet breasts and the speed of the titty friction rose as the milk acted as a lubricant. The breasts bounced nicely atop his crotch, rubbing the rod between them all the while.

The sensation of the wet boobs was too much for the virgin penis, so his hips began to tremble with immense pleasure.

“Ah, hahhn… My tits are…pleasuring a penis…”

Each time Sherris shook her breasts, warm milk endlessly flowed from them.

That cool and composed woman was giving him a heated look while working hard at a titjob. That stimulated his male instincts, the powerful pleasure ruled all five of his senses, and he could only think about the rubbing of the maid’s tits.

(Wow… I never knew it felt so good to have boobs rubbing you…)

Akira so enjoyed his very first breast service that his heart pounded with arousal.

“Ugh… Sorry, but if you keep rubbing me like that…”

Pleasure provided by someone else was very different from masturbating, so he already felt the urge to ejaculate rising within him.

“Go right ahead. Please do not hold back, as that is the entire point of the massage. Nh, ah, hh… Your penis is throbbing between my tits…”

The maid held her mouth shut to restrain her voice, but she could not stop the occasional longing breath from escaping her lips. That only aroused him further.

(No, I can’t hold it in…)

He wanted to experience this pleasure even longer, but he also felt an urge to expel all of his desire right away. However, his cheap virgin’s pride told him he would look pathetic if he came so soon after the “massage” began.

“Ahh, go ahead, Sir Akira. Please cum… Cum all over my milk-soaked tits!”

All the while, the maid continued to attack his inexperienced manhood with her milky breasts.

“If you keep rubbing like that, I really will cum!”

“Yes…and I’m telling you to do so. Ahh, nh…hurry up and squirt your cum on my tits…”

He grabbed the sheets and tried to hold back the ejaculation, but the limit was approaching. It was pathetic, but the stimulation was too great for a boy who had never kissed or even held hands with a girl.

“Sorry! I-I’m cumming!!”

He was unable to restrain the desire to ejaculate as it forcefully rose from deep within his crotch and he reflexively thrust his hips out.

The swollen head poked out from between her breasts and then exploded.

“Ahh, i-it’s so hot… So much man milk…and it’s so thick… Ahh, nh…it smells so lovely…”

The maid accepted the ejaculation with an enraptured expression. The milky liquid shot from the young manhood, scattered around, and covered Sherris’s face and breasts.

“Uuh…pant, pant, ahh…”

After being milked by her breasts, the boy collapsed back onto the bed.

“Are you satisfied? Nh, slurp, slurrrp…”

The maid scooped the semen from her body and licked it from her fingers before having her tongue crawl along his penis to lick up the rest of the smelly and sticky liquid.

The dreamlike experience was over in an instant. Compared to the exhausting banquet, he definitely sensed greater hospitality here.

“Yes, very much so…”

“I am glad to hear it. However, you are still nice and hard down here…”

Despite having just ejaculated, his penis had not gone flaccid. It retained its hardness and stood up toward the ceiling.

“O-oh…sorry…”

“No need to apologize. This just means I need to do it again. A milkmaid always leaves the guest satisfied. So are you prepared for round two?”

With that, Sherris placed her boobs around his rod once more.

Part of him felt he should refuse, but the other part of him won out.

“Y-yes, I am!”

“Hee hee. Understood. Then let’s get started…”

The maid gave a lewd smile and began moving her breasts once more.