As Silas supported Ellis's small body against her breast with one hand and fed him with the other, he found himself staring at her ample breasts while drinking the milk.
The taste was… unpleasant.
He didn't know how it had been acquired, nor did he care much at this point. He drank it regardless—there was no other choice for now.
He had already complained a few times, after all. But each time, he was silenced with the same response: "It's the best for your health."
So, he knew there was no use in arguing about it anymore.
His thoughts wandered, drifting from one thing to another, until he forgot the taste of the milk he was drinking. Eventually, they settled on another topic… and even led him to make a decision.
And so, he finally moved his small hand.
Then, he reached out—toward her breast.
And held it… or at least, that was his intention.
But his hand was too small, his fingers barely sinking into the soft flesh.
All he could manage was gripping a handful.
Still, the soft sensation, even through her clothes, was too pleasant for him to be bothered by such details.
It wasn't like he was some virgin man who had never touched a woman before.
Yet, even with that experience, Ellis found himself utterly absorbed in the feeling, kneading the soft flesh without restraint.
So much so, that he didn't notice the troubled, and embarrassed, expression forming on Silas's face.
While Ellis continued, enjoying himself to the fullest, Silas, with a small expression of joy on her face, hesitated. Her lips parted slightly before a faint smile crossed her features.
A sad smile.
And then, in a soft whisper, she spoke—
"Unfortunately, no milk will come out."
Hearing her tone, filled with regret, and registering the content of what she said, Ellis found himself pausing slightly. He imagined the idea of drinking milk from those soft, big breasts, and he couldn't help but share her thoughts.
What a shame.
For a brief moment, he truly found himself sharing her regret.
But that fleeting thought vanished almost immediately once he recalled what it would actually take for her to produce milk in the first place.
Childbirth.
And just like that, his interest faded completely.
He didn't even want to consider the implications of that.
As for the rare cases where a woman could start lactating without giving birth?
Those were usually heath issues—far from something natural.
And Ellis, if nothing else, wished for her to always be in good health.
… Though, now that he thought about it, with mana entering the picture, along with all the other fantasy elements.
Perhaps these two typical cases weren't the only options, anymore.
And there were even some magical way to artificially trigger milk production in her breasts, safely.
… Unfortunately, he still didn't know of any.
And judging by Silas's reaction, it seemed like she didn't either.
Ellis, having finished his thoughts, pulled his mouth away from the milk bottle, a few drops spilling in the process.
Silas, ever attentive, immediately wiped them away with a gentle touch.
Just as she finished, Ellis looked up at her with his big, round, mesmerizing eyes, his chubby cheeks slightly puffed from drinking.
And then, in his soft, broken voice, he asked, "I can't pway weth t-them, then?"
His childish lisp made the words sound innocent, but the meaning behind them made Silas freeze.
Her hand, still holding the cloth, stiffened midair.
Her expression faltered for a moment, her lips parting slightly as a deep shade of red spread across her face.
Her gaze flickered to his, then away, then back again.
A shiver ran down her spine as she swallowed hard.
And then, in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, she stammered, "Y-you can~"
The last syllable came out weakly, trailing off into something like a whisper, tinged with both embarrassment and something else.
Something even she couldn't quite place.
And hearing the way her words came out, Ellis found himself charmed once again as he returned to squeezing these appetizing, mouth-watering breasts!
When the short "meal," at least, that's how it felt to him, came to an end, and he accidentally let go of her breast, Silas ran away immediately, leaving Ellis all alone.
And he wondered... was he stretching his limits? Could this be considered as him harassing her?
But she is his maid, and, in extension… his woman. And if she is his woman, then his actions could be seen as him simply expressing his rights… right?
Moreover, Ellis doubted that Silas had run away because she was offended… or even hurt. It was more likely due to embarrassment or something along those lines.
Rather, he felt she would welcome his advances, regardless of what they were!
Because, really, just as he had grown attached to her... she, too, had become more careful, more affectionate in her approach toward him.
What had once been too formal had gradually grown more intimate.