Chapter 356: My Tank Is Empty!

The words had barely left her mouth and already Anya’s face had gone blank with shock, eyes wide, mouth slightly open like she wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly.

Fauna’s own face burned crimson.

She couldn’t believe she was actually asking her daughter—her sweet, fierce, terrifyingly powerful daughter to make her breasts swell up with milk.

Like it was just a casual favor.

Like "Hey, can you pass the salt?" but instead it was "Hey, can you magically refill my tits so your love can suck them dry?"

And seeing the stunned, almost horrified look on Anya’s face, Fauna realized she had to explain or her daughter would think she’d completely lost her mind.

"Listen, Anya—listen!" Fauna blurted, hands waving frantically. "Don’t misunderstand this! Just—just listen for a second, okay?"

Anya blinked slowly, still processing.

Fauna fidgeted, cheeks flaming, unable to meet her daughter’s eyes for more than a second at a time.

"Right now, we’ve been trying to transfer the re-engineered solution back into Mika’s body...through my saliva."

She twisted her fingers together nervously.

"And that’s why...we’ve been kissing. A lot."

Anya’s ears twitched.

"A...lot?" She echoed faintly.

Fauna nodded, looking anywhere but at her daughter.

"When I say a lot...I mean a lot. Like...hours. We’ve been kissing like that for hours now."

Anya’s eyes widened further, while Fauna hurried on, voice trembling.

"But...sadly...even though we’ve been doing it for so long...not a lot of the solution has actually transferred into Mika’s body. I can only produce so much saliva."

"It’s...very minimal."

"And because of that, even though the new solution is working, and it’s calming whatever’s going on inside him, it’s still not enough."

She swallowed hard.

"That’s why, we need some other bodily fluid that he can drink steadily in a large volume."

"Something that’ll be easier for his body to absorb in the quantities he needs to fully heal."

Fauna hesitated.

Then slowly she lifted both hands and cupped her own heavy breasts through her dress, lifting them slightly as if presenting evidence.

"That’s why...we need breast milk."

Anya stared in disbelief.

"It’s the most optimal solution." Fauna’s voice dropped to a shy tone.

"Not only is it easily drinkable, it also lets him latch onto my nipples and suck as much as he wants. There’ll also be a steady volume and he’ll be able to drink as much as he wants."

"There won’t be any issue at all. No limits. No shortages..."

"...a-and that’s why we need our your help to produce some milk. Not for anything else, got it?!"

Anya stared at her mother’s breasts for a long moment, then slowly nodded.

The shock on her face settled, replaced by a look of reluctant understanding.

"I see..." She said quietly. "If you say it that way...I guess it kind of makes sense. Even though it’s extremely weird, what you’re saying."

Fauna let out a shaky breath of relief.

But Anya’s eyes narrowed again, curious and probing.

"But...why exactly breast milk?" She asked. "Why not just...have Mika start sucking your blood?"

She tilted her head innocently.

"At least that’s what I would do. It would be much easier. Not to mention, there’s so much of it. He could just drink from you directly."

Fauna rolled her eyes despite her embarrassment.

"Not everyone is like you, Anya."

She said, a hint of fond exasperation creeping into her voice.

"You’re used to drinking his blood. Ever since you were a child, your body literally craves it because of that incident in the past."

"But unlike you...most people don’t like the taste of blood. Most people find it repulsive."

She glanced at Mika.

"And Mika, he’s absolutely against harming me in any way. He refuses to bite me. Refuses to draw even a drop."

"So...breast milk is the best thing. The safest. The most efficient."

Anya slowly nodded again, accepting the logic.

But then her gaze drifted downward.

Right to her mother’s breasts—half-hidden by the dress, half-exposed in generous cleavage that looked almost obscene on Fauna’s otherwise slender, petite frame.

And Anya couldn’t help but stare.

They were...huge.

Bigger than hers.

Way bigger.

She reached out almost absently—fingers brushing the soft swell through the fabric, gently pushing and kneading as if testing their weight.

"But hold up, Mom..." She said slowly. "Don’t you already have breast milk in there?"

Fauna jolted.

"W-What?!"

Anya kept fondling, innocent curiosity mixed with something faintly teasing.

"I mean...just look at how big and plump they are."

She squeezed gently.

"I always thought your breasts were a little too big for your tiny, petite frame. They always stand out. And even though you’re so innocent...they give you this...certain seductive appeal."

She tilted her head.

"So I just always assumed that somewhere in there you had some leftover breast milk..."

"...so couldn’t Mika could just drink that?"

Fauna immediately crossed her arms over her chest, covering them protectively.

"Of course not, Anya! Of course not!"

Her voice cracked with embarrassment.

"There’s no breast milk inside!" She cried. "Why do both of you think that?! I’m not pregnant anymore! The tank is empty! Completely empty!"

Anya blinked.

"Did you check?" She asked like she didn’t believe it. "Maybe if you squeezed a little more—"

Mika answered before Fauna could sputter.

"Unfortunately, I did check." He said calmly. "I squeezed. I pulled. Nothing came out."

He shrugged.

"So it seems like it’s true. She really has nothing left in the tank."

Anya nodded slowly.

"And that’s why..." Mika continued, looking straight at Anya. "...we need your help. To refill it. Right now."

He smiled faintly.

"Of course, it’s not like Fauna can just get knocked up again and get pregnant. Not only would that take way too long...but I don’t think you want a little sister right now either."

Fauna made a mortified sound and covered her face with both hands.

"Yeah...no." Anya actually laughed. "Definitely not ready for that. I already have enough sisters to deal with and I don’t want any more competition."

"And that’s why we need your help." Mika continued smoothly. "So you can instantly produce breast milk for your mother. Fill her up. Make her breasts even plumper than before—swollen, heavy, leaking."

"Ready for me to drink."

He leaned forward slightly.

"So...what do you say, Anya? Are you willing to help us out? Use your blessing...and make your mother’s breasts perfect for me again?"

Anya didn’t answer immediately.

She just sat there for a moment before rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms like she was trying to wipe away the absurdity of what she’d just heard.

Then she looked up at the ceiling in pure, exasperated disbelief.

"You know..." She started slowly, voice thick with incredulity. "...I’ve had quite a lot of strange and bizarre days in my life before."

She shook her head, golden dog ears flopping with the motion.

"I mean...it’s only natural, right? I was born into a family of the strongest beings in the world. Absolute freaks of nature."

"Because of that, I’ve seen things, done things that would make most people’s heads explode."

She let out a short, incredulous laugh.

"There was that one time in the parliament when the entire eastern association tried to stage a simultaneous coup during my speech and I had to remove all their limbs before they created havoc."

"Or that incident with the SS-class Shadow Beast that crawled out of your portal Mika and chased around Charlotte."

"Or when that Battle-Crazy Aunt of mine took me to take over a Abyssmal Realm and I had to watch beasts that would decimate this world, explode into pieces just from a single press of her finger."

Anya waved her hand vaguely.

"I’ve seen some rather strange things. Definitely."

She then dropped her hand and looked straight at her mother.

"But today..."

She shook her head again, harder this time.

"Today definitely takes the cake. For being the single most bizarre day of my entire life."

She giggled like she couldn’t quite believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

"After all, the one I love most in the world, the person I adore more than anything is actually asking me to fill up my own mother’s breasts with milk."

"All so that he can have a nice, warm snack later and drink it thoroughly. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world."

She giggled again, louder this time covering her mouth with one hand.

"This day is officially the weirdest one I’ve ever had."

But then the laughter faded and she looked at Fauna with a gentle, almost tender smile.

"But...as weird as it is...it is absolutely necessary."

She nodded once—firm, decisive.

"And I can totally understand why you’re asking for this. If it’s to help Mika..." She glanced down at his cock with a pitiful, loving gaze. "...if it’s to help his penis..."

She reached out and gently stroked the shaft.

"Then I’ll do anything."

She then looked straight into Fauna’s eyes and gave a small, self-deprecating laugh as she said,

"And honestly, even for someone as bold as me...it’s embarrassing. Really embarrassing."

"But if it’s necessary..."

Her gaze hardened with conviction.

"...I’ll do it."

Hearing this, Fauna let out a long, trembling breath of pure relief.

She had been terrified, absolutely terrified that Anya would reject her outright.

That the sheer weirdness of the request would be too much, even for someone as extraordinary as her daughter.

But Anya had accepted.

Not happily.

Not easily.

But willingly.

For Mika.

For his cock.

For the future she dreamed of.

Mika, meanwhile, kept his expression carefully neutral—calm, almost detached.

But inside?

He was elated.

Beyond elated.

He had fantasized about Fauna’s breasts for years—imagined licking those perfect pink nipples, sucking until they leaked, drinking straight from the source while she whimpered and stroked his hair.

And now...

Now it was actually going to happen.

He was going to taste her milk.

Feel her nipple harden in his mouth.

Swallow every warm, sweet drop.

The thought alone made his cock twitch violently against Fauna’s thigh.

But he didn’t let it show.

Not yet.

He simply smiled and gave Anya’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you, Anya." He said with approval. "That means more than you know."

He then went on to quickly ask,

"So...how long will it take? How much milk can you fill her with? Is there a limit to—"

But before she could finish—

Anya frowned.

She looked at her mother, then narrowed her eyes.

"But before we conclude anything..."

She said slowly.

"...I first have to test something to see if this is going to work or not."