Village Head's Debauchery

Regardless of the size of her breast not being particularly large, the quantity of breast milk filling the bowl to the brim was more than enough for me to appreciate the amazing sight.

As Tina handed me the bowl of breast milk, I cupped my hand beneath it, expressing gratitude with a nod. With anticipation, I slowly brought the bowl to my lips, eager to taste the milk. However, just as I was about to take a sip, Grandma Derry's voice interjected beside me. "AHEM! It appears that everyone now has their own bowl of breast milk, except for me," she remarked nonchalantly, as if trying to be discreet about her desire for some.

"Shameless," I murmured under my breath, my voice barely audible to Ursa, who struggled to stifle a chuckle, and Grandma Derry, who responded with a sly comment, "Look who's talking," her voice hushed as she shot me a disapproving glance. Meanwhile, the others observed as Tina filled another empty bowl with her breast milk.

Once she finished, she handed it over to Grandma Derry, who eagerly accepted it and began sipping it slowly, relishing every drop. In contrast, I had already finished mine in a single gulp and was now savouring the lingering taste of Tina's breast milk.

While I savoured the taste of Tina's breast milk, I was taken on a flavour journey, unlike anything I had experienced before. Thoughts raced through my mind as I identified the distinct notes: creamy, sweet, and even a hint of nuttiness. But just as I thought I had deciphered the flavours, a sudden burst of sourness swept across my tongue, momentarily catching me off guard.

However, the sourness quickly dissipated, replaced by a wave of sweetness that enveloped my entire mouth, leaving it dry and craving for more.

The taste also left me feeling strangely thirsty. Consequently, I turned my gaze towards Grandma Derry, who was sipping her own bowl of breast milk sparingly. As our eyes met, she sensed my intentions and promptly warned, "Don't even think about it."

Turning my gaze back towards Tina, who was engrossed in conversation with Miss Lyra and Ursa, I pondered how I could discreetly request more of her breast milk. However, just as I was formulating a plan in my mind, Tina's attention abruptly shifted, and her gaze landed on me.

"Oh, you've finished already," Tina remarked, her eyes lingering on my figure. Suppressing the urge to nod enthusiastically, I instead replied calmly, "Yes, I am done. Thank you for the breast milk. It might be the best breast milk I've ever tasted." Remembering that in both of my lives, this was the first breast milk I had ever tasted, I added, "Well.... it's also because it's my first."

The women around us burst into laughter upon hearing my response. However, Tina leaned closer and said, "Well, I know Celeste couldn't provide breast milk for you and your sisters, so while I'm here, you can have as much as you want, but you'll have to drink it directly from my breasts. I don't think I'll have enough energy to keep refilling your bowl." Her words were accompanied by a playful chuckle, creating a lighthearted atmosphere in the room.

Meanwhile, I cleared my throat softly, attempting to conceal the hunger in my voice, and replied, "No worries, I can handle it on my own so you don't have to exert yourself too much."

Gradually, I stood up from my seat and crawled forward before settling back down, positioning myself in front of Tina's exposed right breast. It was situated near Miss Lyra, so I had to squeeze myself between them, creating a slightly awkward but accommodating space for me.

Tina playfully tousled my hair, giving me a nod of approval. "Go ahead," she said, diverting her attention back to Miss Lyra, resuming their conversation as if nothing unusual was about to occur.

However, with a breast capable of producing such mouthwatering breast milk just inches away from my face, Grandma Derry and Ursa couldn't help but shoot me occasional envious glances. Succumbing to the allure, I delicately grasped the offered breast and guided Tina's nipple into my mouth.

In an instant, Tina's arm encircled me, her touch firm yet gentle as she positioned it securely around my shoulders. Drawing me closer to her, she began a soothing caress along the side of my hair.

Surprisingly, rather than feeling uncomfortable or put off by being treated like a child in the situation, a wave of contentment washed over me as I savoured the dribbling drops of breast milk pouring onto my tongue.

Also, I couldn't help but smile inwardly, realizing that I hadn't made any promises regarding breast milk with Aunt Greta, thus saving myself from any potential future issues.

Squeezing Tina's breast lightly, I marvelled at how the drops of breast milk transformed into a steady stream that filled my mouth. Rolling my tongue around her nipple, I felt the breast milk shoot in various directions, creating a delightful sensation before it slid down my throat. It was a surprisingly thrilling experience, tinged with a hint of excitement.

Tina's grip around my neck tightened, revealing her pleasure as she felt my tongue teasing and playing with her nipples while I savoured her breast milk. Despite the firmness of her hardened nipples, there was a softness to them that added to the overall sensation.

I could also sense her enjoyment as her hand gently brushed against my head and hair, filled with care and affection

Realizing that there was no better way to express my gratitude for such a delightful treat, I dedicated myself to giving her a pleasurable and memorable sensation as my tongue licked her nipples. Meanwhile, I received my payment in the form of something far more satisfying and intensely flavorful than any Kalna fruit or Vylkr vine could ever be.

However, as is often the case, all good things must eventually come to an end. Thus, after relishing in the steady flow of Tina's nourishing breast milk for what felt like an eternity, I reluctantly released her breast from my mouth and straightened my neck with a sigh of resignation.