Nicole’s next few days blurred together — mostly a mix of baking and training. She either shared the baked goods with Soi or traded them with villagers for useful items. Through this, she managed to get herself two flint knives, meaning she no longer had to borrow Soi’s.
Another thing, that becoming increasingly hard to ignore was the fact that Nicole’s breasts were growing slightly larger each day. Her clothes were getting tighter, and the constant friction of leather against her nipples became annoying. To ease the discomfort, Nicole stuffed a few leaves between her chest and her clothes.
She also finished a big pot of soap and delivered it to Izab, finally paying off half of their deal. The second part, however, was still pending — teaching the villagers how to bake flatbreads.
After discussing it with Izab, Nicole followed her usual morning routine of taking Goldmanes from kids — only this time, she was joined by a group of curious locals, mostly kitchen workers.
She went through her process step by step, slowly and methodically, pausing now and then to answer questions. The villagers seemed genuinely interested, and a few even scribbled notes onto the blue paper.
It took longer than usual, but eventually, she was done.
Oh man, being a teacher is definitely not for me. With all of them watching me, one mistake and my whole reputation could’ve collapsed. Glad it didn’t.
Her training with Morilia was going well — at least in Nicole’s eyes. She was getting more confident with the spear, and each day, the muscle aches became more bearable.
One afternoon, Nicole and Morilia sat on the ground, taking a break. Or rather, Nicole needed the break — the Torakai woman didn’t even seem to sweat.
“Hey, I got an idea,” Nicole said. “Let me spar with one of the guards. Training with you is great, but it’s like a kid fighting an adult. Don’t I need someone closer to my level?”
“Yes, I know,” Morilia replied. “And I’ll let you. Just a few more days — you’re almost there.”
After teaching the villagers, Nicole stopped baking flatbreads and focused fully on her training. Whether or not Morilia was present, she spent most of her day on the training grounds, sparring against shadows or wooden dummies.
A few days later, Morilia approached Nicole with a stranger — a boy who couldn’t have been older than sixteen. Despite his age, he was strong and well-built.
“Nicole, meet Olimar. He’s pretty new too, so you both can have a proper spar.”
“Nice to meet you, Nicole.” the boy said.
Nicole shook his hand, noticing the faint blush on his cheeks and the effort he made to keep his eyes from wandering. She smirked inwardly.
Sorry, kid. I don’t know what the legal age is around here, but I’m sticking to my world’s standards. You’re too young for me.
“Hey,” she said. “Shall we start?”
Olimar nodded, and they faced off while Morilia stepped between them.
“All right, start on my signal,” she said. “The one who gets pinned down loses.”
Nicole took a deep breath.
Okay, my first proper fight — if we don’t count the Dellas incident. If Morilia thinks the boy is around my skill level and I can win, I should be fine.
Olimar extended his claws — ordinary, without any visible enhancements — then slipped leather sheaths over them. He nodded to show he was ready. Nicole flipped her spear downward, tip facing away.
Morilia clapped her hands once and stepped aside.
Neither rushed in. They circled cautiously. Nicole began spinning her spear in one hand, fast but controlled. Olimar raised his fists defensively, claws poised.
When Nicole judged the distance right, she lunged at his leg. He jumped back, dodging, but Nicole followed up with a vertical strike at his head. The blow connected — but he retaliated quickly, his claws grazing her stomach. She backed off to create space.
They danced like this for a while — trading quick attacks, retreating, circling. Soon both were breathless, and sweat blurred Nicole’s vision.
Shit, this isn’t easy. Good. A tough fight teaches more. But now what?
She grinned.
“Hey, Morilia, is this supposed to feel like a real fight?”
Morilia gave a silent nod.
Nicole lunged again a few times. No breakthrough. Just more bruises.
That should be enough to make him forget what I said earlier. Hehe.
Next time he got close, Nicole acted. She tugged her top just low enough to tease — nothing explicit, but enough to distract. Olimar faltered. That instant, Nicole struck — once between his eyes, then a solid jab to his solar plexus. He collapsed, the spear tip at his throat.
“Does this count as pinning him down?”
Morilia walked over and nodded.
“Yeah. Congratulations. Not a victory through skill, but trickery still counts.”
Nicole offered a hand to Olimar and helped him up.
“Thanks for the fight. Come again sometime — it'll help both of us improve.”
After a short rest, Nicole resumed training with Morilia. Three more days passed, and her confidence with the spear grew. Her progress was visible — but one thing kept her uneasy: the strange growth of her breasts.
Thankfully, it had stopped for now. Still, Nicole decided to confront Soi about it.
That evening, they sat together drinking their usual white tea.
“Soi, I have to ask… My breasts have gotten bigger. It’s not normal for humans. Do you know what’s going on?”
Soi’s lips curled into a sly smile.
“Hm, maybe I do… Remember how you said the women in our village all have good figures? There’s a reason for that.”
Nicole leaned in, impatient.
“Then tell me. Don’t drag it out.”
Soi’s eyes sparkled mischievously.
“Nicole, do you trust me?”
“Y-yeah?” Nicole nodded warily.
“Then close your eyes for a second. Don’t open them until I say. Just relax.”
Nicole sighed but complied.
I don’t like the sound of this. This never ends well.
A second later, she felt Soi’s hands on her chest. The catgirl cupped her breasts and teased her nipples through the fabric. Then, in one swift motion, she pulled the leather down, exposing Nicole to the cool night air.
Nicole gasped — a mix of surprise and arousal.
She’s just messing with me. Guess I’ll have to wait for the answer. Not that I mind...
But then Soi’s warm tongue touched her nipple.
A quick lick. Then another. Then she sucked — playfully, but with intent. Nicole froze. This felt different. Not like before. This time it felt like something was actually being drawn out.
What the fuck?!
She opened her eyes — and saw a fully naked Soi, eyes closed, breastfeeding from her. Light purring echoed from her throat.
Nicole yanked her away.
“Soi, what the fuck are you doing?!”
Soi blinked, confused, licking her lips. “Hm? You didn’t like it? Your milk tastes different. In a good way.”
“I don’t care! It felt weird! Why the hell do I even have milk?! You said you’d explain what’s happening — I trusted you!”
Soi’s ears slowly drooped. She looked at the ground giving Nicole time to calm down.
When Nicole finished, she was panting slightly from emotions.
That’s why I hate fucking surprises.
Finally, Soi whispered, “I-I’m sorry, Nicole. I didn’t think you’d react that way. A lot of people like the feeling. Remember our first time? You tasted my milk and seemed okay with that idea. So I thought…”
“The issue isn’t the sensation — that wasn’t even that bad. But I didn’t expect it. I thought you were just being horny.”
Nicole exhaled slowly. “Maybe I overreacted. Just — please don’t do stuff like that without warning me first. Unless we talk about it beforehand. Like, I don’t know, BDSM or something.”
Soi tilted her head. “BDSM?”
“Not important right now. Maybe I will tell you later.”
“Okay… I’ll remember that. No more surprises like this.”
“Good. Now, are you going to finally tell me what’s going on?”
“It’s the tea,” Soi admitted. “The white leaves we use — they come from a plant called Motherwort. Almost every woman in our village drinks it. It makes breasts grow and produces milk.”
Nicole blinked. “So you’ve been giving me this every night and never told me?! I thought it was just a local tea — and I didn’t want to be rude and refuse!”
Soi sat there, guilty. Her tail swayed slowly behind her.
“I just… You said you wanted to get stronger. Motherwort helps cleanse the body and boosts overall health. I hoped you’d like the results.”
Nicole closed her eyes again, breathing steadily. Soi licked her now dry lips.
„Nicole, are you mad at me? I am sorry, really…”
“I’m still angry… but I get it. You were trying to help.”
Like in the song - they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, huh? And I can't stand looking at her being all sad.
“You know what? Since it already happened — and you clearly enjoyed it — fine. Just this once.”
Soi’s eyes lit up. “Are you sure?”
“Don’t make me change my mind,” Nicole said, rolling her eyes.
She sat down and leaned against the hut’s wall, removed her loincloth and joined Soi at being nude.
Soi climbed onto her lap, massaging Nicole’s breasts until the nipples hardened, then began to suck again, playfully biting the sensitive spot from time to time. Nicole closed her eyes and relaxed, moaning softly.
After a bit of time, the native girl’s hand slid down her friend’s body and started to slowly circle on Nicole’s moistured pussy. Without wasting time, she plunged her index and middle fingers inside, forcing a gasp out of the girl.
A few minutes later, when the flow of milk almost completely stopped, Soi gently kissed the nipple and moved a little to get access to the other one. All that time, she never stopped to push her fingers in and out of Nicole as well.
With changed position, Soi was struck with an idea. She moved a bit again, without ever breaking the touch with her friend’s breast, in a way that her own wet and aching core was on Nicole’s thigh. Soi started to slowly move her hips back and forth, pleasure from the friction was making her moan into Nicole’s tit.
Nicole’s body arched as she climaxed. Soi licked the last drops of milk from her skin and slowly withdrew her fingers when the orgasm ended.
Nicole was breating heavily, with her eyes still closed. It took her a few minutes to open them.
Meanwhile Soi just leaned on her body, her head laying on the girl’s upper part of the chest.
“Did you enjoy it?” she asked hesitantly.
“Obviously. I mean, I came, so it’s not hard to tell.” Nicole chuckled. "But the question is – have you enjoyed it?”
“Y-yeah. Your taste is… unique in a good way.”
Nicole smirked. “Your pussy on my thigh probably felt good too. I should return the favor.”
„It’s okay… I just wanted to make up for not telling you everyting from the start. I can skip out this time.”
Nicole firmly took Soi’s head into her hands and looked right in her eyes.
„You don’t sound convinced. Cheer up, everything is okay.”
„I-I know, it’s just… I can’t stop feeling like a moron.”
With a sigh, Nicole placed her friend’s head back on herself and started petting her like if it was an actual cat.
„I understand. I hope you will feel better tomorrow.”
Soon, both drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Nicole returned to training.
“Damn,” she muttered after another spar. “Even now, I still can’t land a hit on you.”
Nicole sighed as she approached a pot with water that she brought with her. Instead of drinking the liquid, she poured some of it on herself to cool down and wash some sweat after another spar with Morilia.
Just then, when she was ready to continue, a loud horn roared. Both Nicole and Morilia immidiately turned their heads to the direction of the forest, from where the sound came from.
Nicole asked cautiously. „What is going on?”
Her teacher grinned, showing her teeth. „The horn can mean only one thing – it’s time for a bit of fun. Follow me.”
Morilia rushed through the training grounds and Nicole couldn’t do anything but run after her.