She kept holding him close.
Her breathing was slow and even now, the worst of the labor exhaustion finally easing.
She hummed a soft lullaby — the same one she must have sung to her own belly for months.
Every small shift of her arms made her breasts move against his face.
Warm skin.
Soft pressure.
Another slow trickle of milk that he couldn't avoid tasting.
This is torture.
He tried to focus on anything else.
The ceiling. Look at the ceiling.
Stone. Carved patterns. Candles. Okay. Normal things.
But his eyes kept drifting back down.
No. Stop it.
You're literally in her arms. She's feeding you. This is natural for her.
It's not natural for you, idiot.
The system text was still floating in the corner of his vision.
[Tutorial Progress: 42%]
[Resonance: 12.4%]
[Time remaining until objective expiration: 72 hours]
Seventy-two hours?
What happens if I don't… complete it?
He didn't want to know.
Another drop.
He swallowed again — quieter this time, trying not to make it obvious.
Why does it taste so good?
Is this normal? Do all babies feel this?
No. No way. This is me. This is my fucked-up adult brain hijacking baby instincts.
He forced himself to breathe slowly through his nose.
Okay. New plan.
Observe. Don't act yet.
You're helpless anyway. Use it.
Learn her. Learn her scent, her voice, her habits.
Every detail is ammunition later.
She shifted him again — this time higher.
His cheek slid across the upper swell of her breast.
The nipple dragged slowly over his lips — not entering, just brushing.
He froze completely.
Don't. Move.
But his lips parted anyway — just a fraction.
The tip slipped inside.
Just barely.
Just the very end.
Warmth. Wetness. Sweetness.
He couldn't help it.
His tongue touched it.
A tiny suck.
Her whole body tensed for one heartbeat.
She made a small sound — half surprise, half sigh.
"Oh…" she breathed. "You're hungry already, aren't you?"
No. No I'm not.
I'm trying not to lose my mind here.
She adjusted her hold carefully, guiding him.
The nipple settled deeper into his mouth.
He had no choice now.
He sucked — lightly at first, then harder when the milk flowed freely.
Fuck. This is insane.
I'm drinking from my own mother.
And I can't stop.
The taste flooded him.
Sweet. Thick. Perfect.
His tiny cock throbbed painfully against the cloth — harder than before.
Control yourself.
Control. Yourself.
But the system had other ideas.
[Voluntary suckling detected]
[Tutorial Progress: 68%]
[Resonance increased to 19.1%]
[Warning: Target's emotional state shifting — maternal bond deepening + faint arousal detected]
Arousal?
He almost choked on the milk.
Wait — she's getting turned on?
From this?
From feeding her own baby?
He felt it then — the golden thread.
It wasn't just touching her anymore.
It was sinking in.
Wrapping around something soft and hidden inside her chest.
Her heartbeat picked up.
Her breathing became shallower.
She bit her lower lip without realizing.
"Such a strong little mouth…" she whispered, voice huskier than before. "You're going to be trouble when you grow up, aren't you?"
You have no idea.
He kept sucking — slower now, more deliberate.
Not because he wanted the milk.
Because every pull made the thread pulse brighter.
Every swallow made her shiver just a little more.
Every tiny sound she made went straight to his head like a drug.
This is wrong.
This is so fucking wrong.
But another part of him — colder, hungrier — answered:
And it's only the first day.
He pulled back slightly — just enough to break the latch.
A thin string of milk connected his lip to her nipple for a second before snapping.
She looked down at him, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed.
"My greedy boy…" she murmured, brushing his cheek with her thumb. "Already taking everything Mommy has to give."
He stared up at her.
Innocent baby face.
Murderous adult mind.
Everything you have.
I'm going to take it all.
Your body. Your loyalty. Your marriage.
And one day… you'll beg me to take more.
The golden thread pulsed once — stronger, warmer, deeper.
She shivered again.
And somewhere in the back of his skull, the system updated.
[Tutorial Progress: 79%]
[Resonance: 24.7%]
[One more voluntary action required for completion]
He closed his eyes.
Pretended to sleep.