Chapter 359: Milk Factory

"Anyway, Anya." Mika said, voice dropping into something low and commanding. "For my first order of business..."

His eyes narrowed as he reached up and gently pinched Fauna’s right nipple between thumb and forefinger, giving it a light tug.

A single fat droplet welled up, trembled, then fell onto his lap before he frowned like he was dissatisfied.

"...tell me exactly why your mother’s breasts aren’t leaking nearly enough milk."

He lifted Fauna’s other breast with his free hand and gave it a playful shake—watching the soft, generous flesh jiggle hypnotically.

"I mean just look at these." He bounced them again for emphasis. "She looks so innocent on the outside—so sweet, so soft—but underneath?"

"Massive. Busty. Thick bosom like she was built to be a goddamn milk factory."

"You’d expect her to be constantly producing, overflowing, choking any baby lucky enough to latch on with how much there should be."

He leaned in and bit down lightly on the same nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make Fauna gasp, then sucked hard for several long pulls.

A few more precious drops hit his tongue.

But that was it.

Mika pulled back with an almost offended expression, licking his lips like a man who’d been promised a banquet and given a single cracker.

"No matter how much I bite, no matter how hard I suck, only this pathetic little bit comes out. I was expecting a full-on milkshake—something I could drown in."

"Instead I’m fighting for scraps. So, explain. Right now, why I’m not getting the volume I was promised."

Anya, still flushed and obedient from their earlier truce, immediately lowered her gaze in a very submissive manner.

Her voice came out soft, almost apologetic, as though she were confessing a personal failing.

"It’s only natural you wouldn’t get much yet, Mika." She murmured. "It’s not like my blessing activates her lactation and suddenly her breasts turn into an unlimited fountain."

"That’s not how my blessing works on someone like Mother."

She shook her head gently.

"I mean, sure, if it was anyone else I could do exactly that. But her body is too strong, too perfect at rejecting foreign influence. I have to maintain constant skin contact and slowly channel my mana directly into her system."

"Even then, it takes time. Her breasts need to be steadily filled, layer by layer, until they’re properly engorged. Without that sustained connection, the production stays minimal."

Fauna blinked in surprise, as Anya continued, eyes flicking toward her mother with a mix of awe and exhaustion.

"Not to mention...you don’t understand how much mana her body is actually drinking from me. Just to produce this small amount—"

She gestured at the glistening droplets still clinging to Fauna’s nipples

"—it’s already consumed almost half of my reserves."

Fauna’s mouth fell open. "Half...?"

Anya nodded solemnly.

"This isn’t normal breast milk, Mom. I can only describe it as... high-grade."

"No. Not even high-grade. Heavenly. The potency is completely different."

Fauna immediately flushed crimson and shook her head frantically.

"No—no, you’re exaggerating. There’s no way I’m anywhere near that good—"

Anya cut her off with a tender, loving smile.

"I’m sorry, Mom, but it is the truth."

She reached out and gently brushed a thumb across one leaking nipple, collecting a drop and bringing it to her own lips for emphasis.

"If any other Blessed were to drink even a mouthful of this...they’d experience an extreme surge in power. Some might even jump an entire rank—maybe two overnight. That’s how potent it is."

She looked at Fauna with quiet reverence.

"And honestly? It makes perfect sense. You were feeding a future SSS-class baby. Of course the milk had to be that strong. It had to be fuel for someone who’d grow up to shatter mountains."

Fauna looked genuinely stunned, not expecting her milk to be some sort of miracle serum.

Mika, meanwhile, had latched back onto Fauna’s right nipple while they talked.

"Wow. Fauna. Just wow."

He pulled off just long enough to talk and lick at the same time.

"Your breast milk truly is one of a kind. I’m pretty sure if we bottled this and put it up for auction, it’d go for insane prices. People would fight tooth and nail for it. Even wars would start over a single crate."

"And if we advertised whose tits it came from..."

He smirked up at her.

"...Entire regions would get sold just to buy a sip."

"So, how about that, Fauna? Want to become the world’s most expensive dairy farmer? We wouldn’t even need to dig deep—just a few bottles and we’re set for life."

But the moment she heard this suggestion, Fauna shook her head so hard her hair whipped.

"No, Mika! No!"

She squeaked, immediately pulling his head back to her chest like she was shielding her nipples from the very idea.

"My breast milk is not for anyone else! Only for you and Anya. No one else! This is ours!"

Her voice then dropped into the most pitiful, adorable whine.

"I don’t want anyone else to have my milk other then you two..."

Mika’s heart visibly melted at the sight. But he still went on to tease her.

"But come on, Fauna." He coaxed, groping both breasts gently and rolling her nipples between his fingers until fresh beads appeared. "Don’t you like helping others? You’re always helping people—you’ve adopted strays, healed entire battlefields."

"So, why not share this gift too?"

Fauna peeked up at him shyly, cheeks flaming.

"I already help so many people a-and I can continue help in lots of other ways, but my milk..."

She glanced down at her own chest, watching the slow drip.

"...my breasts are just for you. Only you and Anya. No one else needs help with this. Only my children get to drink from their Mommy."

Hearing this, Mika made a low, broken sound in his throat.

"Gods, that’s fucking adorable."

He surged up and kissed her—deep, possessive, one hand still kneading her breast so more milk leaked between his fingers.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Fauna melted into it instantly, moaning softly against his mouth, offering no resistance at all.

Anya on the other hand watched the whole thing.

Her nipples hardened visibly under her top. Heat curled low in her belly.

She shouldn’t have felt it—not watching her own mother being kissed like that, not seeing milk drip down Mika’s chin—but she did.

The sight was obscene. Intimate. Wrong in the best way.

When Mika finally pulled back, both of them were breathing hard.

"Okay." He murmured against Fauna’s swollen lips. "Forget the rest of the world. But what about our family? We could send some to everyone else in cute little packages."

"We don’t even have to say it’s breast milk—just ’a special gift from an anonymous benefactor who makes amazing dairy.’ Or we could bake it into cakes, pastries, little sweets. Send them off to Yelena and the others."

"Don’t you think they deserve a taste of this delicious milk too?"

Fauna actually paused and considered it.

Then she started giggling in a mischievous manner.

"Yeah, Mika, that’s actually kind of a nice idea."

Her giggles turned downright evil.

"Not to mention it’d be hilarious to watch Yelena chug it down without realizing it came straight from my tits. She’d basically be a baby again—suckling at her sister’s breast milk without knowing."

"Oh gods, the look on her face when she finds out later..."

She dissolved into delighted laughter, shoulders shaking.

Mika stared at her for a second, then shook his head slowly, thinking she could quite a gremlin some times.

He turned to Anya and said in a rather commanding tone,

"Anyway, I think it’s about time that I have a proper taste of yours now. Can you please go and get a glass for me Anya."

Anya obeyed instantly—sliding off his lap, hurrying to the kitchen, and returning with a tall, chilled glass.

She held it out before nervously asking the doubt on her mind,

"Mika...what am I supposed to do? Half my mana reserves are already burnt through. Even if I use the rest, I won’t produce much more tonight. I—"

"Shhh. Don’t worry about that."

Before she could ask what he meant, he reached up and gently pressed two fingers right to the center of her forehead.

The moment he did—

Anya’s entire body seized.

Her eyes flew wide and a silent gasp tore from her throat.

Mana, raw, overwhelming, endless flooded into her like someone had uncorked an ocean inside her chest.

It roared through her veins, refilling every channel, every reserve, spilling over until she felt like she could level a mountain range without breaking a sweat.

She staggered because of this and Mika caught her easily.

"Now..." He said softly, stroking her cheek. "You don’t have to worry about depleting your reserves. Even if you use it all tonight, it’ll refill instantly..."

"...so, you’re fully stocked for the whole night."

Anya couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Normally, restoring someone’s mana reserves was something only a high-ranking blessed could pull off, someone who had a specialised blessing for that.

And even then, it wasn’t perfect.

A twenty or thirty percent recharge at best, and even that took time, rituals, and an exhausting amount of concentration.

But here was Mika, casually tapping her forehead like she was booping a button, and Anya’s mana—her entire reserve had just refilled.

Just like that.

It defied logic. It defied every rule of mana manipulation she’d ever been taught.

Then again... it was Mika. If there was anyone who could break all the rules and make it seem normal, it was her.

Still, what made it even more absurd—hilarious, actually was what that fully-restored mana reserve was about to be used for.

Not for healing. Not for battle.

But to produce breast milk.

For her own mother.