Eat The World Tree

Chapter 306: Puppy, Kitten (1)

Maronnie’s face looked up at me, moving back and forth.

Chuup, chup, pha.

With her eyes tightly shut in agony, she took the penis into her mouth up to the hilt, then wriggled her tongue around it.

I let go of the braided hair I was holding tight.

“......Bup, kup....”

Maronnie slowly pulled the massive penis out of her mouth.

Slippery with saliva and semen, 3 cm at a time every 5 seconds. Maronnie drew her face back, her throat tightening with each heave.

“Brrve...”

Sticky saliva from Maronnie dripped from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. Her small hands were tightly gripping the back of my hand. She wouldn’t let me go.

When I pulled my hand up, she slid her hand under my thigh to keep it close, pulling the penis towards her. We became one in a different sense.

Pop.

Maronnie finally took her lips off the glans. Semen that hadn’t fully erupted sprayed all over her face.

“...Huff, huff.”

The semen on her right cheek slid down her soft white skin. Under her shy cheek, the semen mixed with tears shed by a French woman. Soon, the fluid dripped down onto her body.

One drop on her collarbone. One drop on the white hem of her dress. And one drop on her thigh. The semen ran down her thigh, slipping into the crevice where her soft thigh met her hip.

After a while of savoring the aftermath of the ejaculation, Maronnie swallowed the semen she had in her mouth.

Gulp.

She didn’t even grimace at the sticky swallow.

“Was Blanche’s mouth good...?”

Her soft whisper sweetly tickled my ear. I found myself swallowing involuntarily.

But then, Maronnie’s behavior became even more serious. After being momentarily lost in the semen-drenched sight of her face, her hand clutched mine tightly.

Grab-

I was led by Maronnie’s weak, delicate strength. My hand moved over her head.

“......”

With my hand on her crown, Maronnie shook her head like a cat, feeling my touch.

It seemed like she was truly craving affection from me. Unlike me, who was only seeking sexual release, what Maronnie desired was completely different. rÄɴОꞖƐ????

‘She’s like a cat.’

Not in jest, but really. Although I felt this every time... I got the urge to take care of her.

I removed my caressing hand. Maronnie’s head tilted up, then she looked down, seeming disappointed.

‘Here too, if we do this.’

I offered my hand.

Brightly.

With a face full of joy, Maronnie rubbed her cheek against my hand. Due to this, my semen got on my palm, which she then licked clean. The ticklish sensation made me cover my mouth.

I decided it should stop here.

“Blanche.”

“......Mhm?”

“Let’s get a grip.”

“No.”

Maronnie reached out and touched the seat between my legs. Then, standing up, she peeked her head out from under the desk. As her face got closer, and I could smell her sweat, she gently shook my penis.

“...Hug me.”

Narrowing the distance bit by bit, Maronnie climbed onto me. She placed my penis between her buttocks and hugged me tightly.

...A memory from long ago.

One of the positions we took during the first trial.

“This feeling... it’s fake, right?”@@@@

Maronnie murmured as if to convince herself. She was speaking happily in my embrace.

Thump, thump.

“......You know.”

She called out to me in a round, chestnut-like voice. Sharp in parts, but soft overall, a cat that sounds irritable to others but endlessly cute to me.

“Why?”

“...If I’m okay with being like this, what do you think?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I say it’s alright to live under brainwashing?”

“......”

Though it was her choice, it would probably be hard to accept.

Maronnie’s soft thighs pressed against my hand as she wrapped her arms around my waist. They were soft, warm, and fluffy, almost driving me mad.

“No. It’s nothing. Sorry for saying something silly.”

Maronnie barely stopped her voice, trying to smile. Understanding her feelings, I could only comfort her in the way I knew how at that moment.

I reached out my hand. Directly into her stockings, overcoming small resistance, and inserted a finger into her vagina.

It was still tightly clenched, though soaked.

“......Kitten... Ha, ugh...”

With her head pressed against me, Blanche licked my collarbone, crying out in desperation. Breathing heavily with excitement.

She still seemed to have many concerns.

The task of milking Sansuyu’s breast milk ended up being done in the bathroom.

The bathroom was the only place because her breasts were too large for the toilet to be comfortable, and we couldn’t do it in the room where Maronnie might walk in at any moment.

I locked the door in a more secluded spot and started caressing Sansuyu’s breasts.

“...Ha... Ah...”

After a cat, now a puppy.

While it felt like I was blessed, considering the effort I put in, my situation seemed rather pitiful.

Still, since Blanche had relieved my sexual desire, I could endure.

Psssh!

White breast milk spurted vigorously from her reddened nipple.

The milk sprayed like scraping across the wall tiles and the bathtub, leaving white traces all over the bathroom.

Sansuyu moved further and further away as if escaping from the pleasure.

“...W-wait... Siyeon. It’s too, too strong. It hurts.”

“Then should we go to the hospital because it hurts, or because it feels good? Come here.”

I held onto Sansuyu, then squeezed her breasts from top to bottom, milking her.

“...Yes.”

“Instead of always touching your breasts or having you feed me your milk, let’s have some normal conversations.”

Of course, before that, I needed to clean up the place.

I sent Sansuyu out and washed the milk away with the shower.

When I returned to the room, Sansuyu had changed her clothes and was sitting calmly.

Maybe my harsh reaction just now had been quite a shock.

“Sansuyu.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve been thinking, Maronnie and I are learning magic. What about you?”

I asked her gently.

Sansuyu, having already been shocked once, looked like a child who had been scolded.

“I’ve learned various things from the Sage.”

“What kind?”

“My illness. You know about it.”

The fact that I was aware of Sansuyu’s illness.

Her knowing this was surprising.

But then again, I had made it so obvious that it would be strange if she didn’t know.

Anyway, this was within expectations.

I didn’t think it was for no reason that the Sage called for us.

Sansuyu could potentially change the course of history.

It was not surprising that the Sage and Sephirot were interested in her.

‘Maronnie has the talent of a magician.’

She became the Sage’s direct disciple or something like that.

I didn’t hear the details, but it seems like Maronnie, like me with Cheondo, plans to learn magic more seriously under the Sage.

Was the Sage trying to use Maronnie?

I occasionally had such thoughts, but it’s not something to jump to conclusions about.

‘I am the Tree Spirit King.’

Magic was just an intermediate step.

Sansuyu was also someone who could fill Sephirot’s knowledge.

“Anything else you did?”

“... They say there are dangerous people at the Forester Selection Competition.”

Sansuyu, after a brief pause, spoke honestly.

The instructions the Sage gave her.

She had received them fully.

“And?”

“...She told me to help you.”

That made me doubt my ears for a moment.

Sansuyu helping me. Or rather, she had to help. That’s what the Sage told her.

It was true that Sansuyu’s skills had improved rapidly recently.

However, Sansuyu was still a patient. Even if there’s an attack, I wouldn’t want her to interfere with my actions.

“So she said that.”

“And... I read the books from our family. There’s more information here.”

“Good job. Since we’re in Eden, we should make the most of it.”

“Pong? I don’t do pong.”

“...What are you talking about?”

“Kids who saw my picture in Tree Inside...”

“Just ignore them. And that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh.”

Anyway, why would the Sage tell Sansuyu to help me?

Perhaps it was related to her experiments.

‘The assault from Flower could be the key to the experiment’s success... No.’

The Sage declared that Sansuyu’s illness couldn’t be cured.

So, there were two possibilities.

Either the assault by Flower was so difficult and urgent that it required Sansuyu’s help.

Or, if not, it’s a gamble to make the experiment succeed by involving Sansuyu in combat.

That was the logical conclusion.

“Ah right, don’t you have anything you’re curious about? Like what I did in Eden, or what I learned from the Sage?”

I changed the heavy topic of conversation.

From Sansuyu’s perspective, continuing to talk about her illness wouldn’t be pleasant either.

At that, Sansuyu, as if she had been waiting for this question, immediately looked at me.

“Why do you keep helping me? There’s no need to.”

Perhaps this was a question she had harbored for a long time.

“If it’s bothersome... if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

Because she was my friend. That’s one way to put it, but this time, I conveyed my feelings in a slightly different manner.

“Because I like you.”

The direction of liking was certainly different. It’s a different kind of affection from what I felt for Lee Seyoung or Jin Dallae, but I felt a fondness for Sansuyu that didn’t fall short of what I felt for them.

“...Like?”

Sansuyu blinked, still not understanding.

“Yes. I like you.”

“I don’t get it.”

That was fine. It’s enough that I knew.

Sansuyu therapy. Sansuyu succubus.

She was a friend I had grown attached to, enjoyable to tease, but I did like her.

If that wasn’t the case, there’s no way I’d be here, stressing and racking my brain like this.

So... I hoped she understood even if I complained a bit.

Because all I said was out of genuine concern for her.