It all comes flooding back.
Those nights spent gazing at the starry sky and the Raonjena River, drinking the Great Mother’s milk until drowsiness overtook me, then drifting off to sleep while listening to tales of heroes from every corner of the world.
Even though the starlit night sky stretched endlessly before my eyes, the moment the Great Mother laid my head in her lap and loosened the straps of her top, an entirely different world unfolded.
It was heaven, created by her massive breasts that crashed over my face like twin bombs.
The memories rise again.
Whenever the trauma of the Memphis Kingdom massacre threatened to overwhelm me, I would suckle at these breasts for their calming milk.
Once the anxiety faded, I would close my eyes and listen to the Great Mother’s whispered hero tales.
It was a truly heavenly childhood in the Gaia Tribe, without a single lie.
“May I touch them, Mother?”
“What kind of child asks permission?
If a son wants to touch his mother’s breasts, he should touch them to his heart’s content.”
“That’s right.
That’s how mothers and sons are supposed to be.”
For roughly ten seconds, I simply savored the feel and scent of the Great Mother’s breasts resting against my face.
Naturally, the urge to touch those magnificent mounds welled up inside me.
Gathering my courage, I asked, and she scolded me for keeping my distance, urging me to touch her motherly breasts right away.
Thud…!!
I had to touch them.
Any further hesitation would be an insult to the Great Mother, even a sin.
I immediately reached up with my left hand and grabbed her right breast above my head.
The sheer weight and fullness of the flesh that filled my palm was beyond words.
Squish…!
Squish…!
Squish…!
My hands were far larger now than in my childhood, like the size of pot lids.
Yet the sensation felt exactly the same—pure, nostalgic, as I kneaded the heavy, soft flesh of her chest.
“Does my son like his mother’s breasts that much?”
“Yes… It makes me feel so peaceful and happy…”
“Hohoho!
I wonder if you’ll still come looking for them even after you’re married.”
“Would that be all right?”
“Your pretty wife would be upset.”
My touch must have made my happiness too obvious.
The Great Mother seemed surprised by my boldness.
‘The scent of her milk is still there.’
But my boldness was only just beginning.
This was her doing, after all.
She had been the one to suggest we enjoy this deep mother-son vibe.
And I had approached carefully.
She was the one who scolded me for it.
‘I want to suck.
I want to drink the milk from those breasts.’
She hadn’t had time for a shower in the past two hours, so the rich scent of milk from when she’d been milking cows in Sonia’s tent still clung heavily to her breasts.
I wanted to suckle.
Like a child, at the nipples of this embodiment of motherhood!
“Then since I’m not married yet, it should be fine.
I think I have every right to crave your embrace even more.
So, while I’m already in your lap, I’d like to drink your milk just like when I was little.”
With the brakes completely gone, I voiced my desire without restraint.
“Oh dear… A grown boy like you…”
“You said earlier that even at thirty or forty, I’d still be a child in front of you.”
“I did say that, but…”
She looked genuinely embarrassed at the thought of breastfeeding a twenty-three-year-old man.
The Great Mother waved her hands in protest, but I refused to back down.
“Sometimes you show the dignity of a warrior who slays awakened monsters, and other times you act like a complete child.
I really can’t do anything with you.
Very well.
A barbarian’s word must be kept.
I already milked most of it earlier, so there won’t be much left, but it should be enough to wet your throat.
Drink your mother’s milk, Taeyang.”
Whoosh…!
As expected of the Great Mother with 100/100 favorability, she didn’t refuse.
Raising both arms high enough to reveal her armpits, she proudly presented her vast chest.
‘Nipples… Her nipples, shining brighter than the stars in the sky… Nipples that give milk…’
Finally, with her permission granted, I bit down firmly on the pink peak of her 80J breasts—far more maternal and voluptuous than the star-filled night sky of Galatea.
Chomp…!♥ I sucked hard.
Slurp…!♥
Using the full power of my six-pack abs, I drew the milk from deep within her massive breasts.
‘It’s coming out.
The milk.’
She had said there wouldn’t be much left after milking earlier, but she was wrong.
The moment I sucked, a rich stream of milk flooded into my mouth.
Gulp…!
Gulp…!
Gulp…!
I swallowed greedily as it came.
It tasted so good.
I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, so I was probably a bit hungry too.
“Oh my!
You’re sucking so vigorously, my son.
At this rate, your mother’s breasts will shrivel up.”
“Slurp…!
Slurp…!
Sluuuurp…!”
Squish…!
Squish…!
Squish…!
Squish…!
The Great Mother couldn’t hide her amazement.
It was understandable.
Even I could feel how much like a vacuum cleaner I was sucking.
I was so focused on drinking her milk that I couldn’t even reply, using what little concentration I had left to keep kneading her left breast.
‘What an incredible woman.
No wonder she’s the Great Mother.
I could spend a whole year lost in pleasure with just these breasts.’
Through sight, touch, taste, and every sense, I experienced pure stimulation and ecstasy from simply drinking her milk.
This was something my childhood self could never have understood—Sophia Barbara was an alpha female capable of giving a man endless varieties of absolute pleasure.
Once I tasted even a fraction of her true worth, a sudden thought struck me.
“The chieftain must enjoy this happiness every day.”
This magnificent female, Sophia Barbara, already belonged to someone.
The chieftain of the Gaia Tribe, the white-haired Siakan Conan Barbara.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many nights and days filled with pleasure Conan Barbara had spent throughout his life.
“Hm?”
The Great Mother, lost in the sensation of my vigorous sucking, either hadn’t heard me clearly or wanted to confirm what she thought she heard, so she asked again.
“I was just thinking that this moment feels like an incomparable heaven.
So the chieftain must think the same thing every day.”
I explained my feelings more specifically.
“Haha!
What a random thing to say, son.
Bringing up the chieftain out of nowhere.”
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