But then something even more shocking flashed before Seamus's eyes.
A system notification.
[You are under the effect of Hypnos: Euthymia!]
[However, due to your low level and early-stage evolution, your Barrier of Sagacitas can only resist 10% of the skill's effect!]
[Your @#$-)))—]
The system's voice and the glowing screens cut off abruptly, vanishing into nothingness.
Because Isolde leaned in. Her temple pressed against his. Their eyes met, so close that he could see the crimson in her gaze, deep and glowing, like twin blood moons.
"Listen to me, Seamus," she whispered. "Don't you think everything would be easier… if you just accepted my touch? My love?"
Her fingers slipped into his shirt, unfastening each button. They trailed over his bare chest—cool and electric—while his head swam and pulsed with confusion.
His eyes were unfocused, and his head was in pain as if it were trying to fight off something.
He grimaced. "What… what's happening to me?" he asked, though it was unclear if the question was for himself or the monster in front of him.
Her temple remained cold against his. Her gaze lingered and suffocating.
"Nothing, Seamus. Nothing's happening." She smiled sweetly. "Only pleasure. And you'll feel it, right after the pain fades."
She kissed his temple. And just like that… the pressure vanished. The discomfort in his head and mind was gone. But something else was off.
"Ugh… I feel like I forgot something important," he muttered, dazed. "What… what was it again?"
It was right there. A question he was supposed to ask. A truth he needed to hold onto. But it was slipping from his mind and left him with only more confusion.
"Oh right, you forgot about the breastfeeding," she said with a smirk. "Do you want your mommy's milk, sweetheart?"
Seamus's jaw dropped. He was indeed feeling like flying and high, but what the hell.
"Wait, what? I… I don't think I wanted something like that," he said, narrowing his eyes with suspicion.
But it was already too late. Isolde was undoing the buttons on her black top dress, grumbling to herself.
"I swear, I should've worn something easier to take off…"
Seamus's eyes widened. "Wait-wait! That's!"
"No, baby. You promised me, remember?" Her smirk widened like a cat cornering a mouse.
He was almost certain she was just messing with him. But she kept going—unbuttoning the last clasp—revealing the black lace of her bra. And then, with one flick, the bra came undone.
Her breasts spilled forward, barely restrained by her dress, but still enormous and heavy, like dams on the verge of collapse.
"This… we're doing this?!" Seamus asked, voice cracking in disbelief.
He didn't know why it might look hot for some people even for him... But he swears he didn't have a mommy issue. So, what the hell?!
Her fingers cupped the back of his head, pressing him gently forward. His lips, parted and dazed, brushed against her pale breast and then latched without a second thought.
"Good boy," Isolde purred, her voice dripping with heat and control. "That's it. Drink."
Her nipple slipped past his lips, and she felt his mouth begin to suckle, hesitant at first, unsure, but growing needier with every second.
This was every man's dream and he wasn't in the right mind to refuse this. 'Fuck! This is hot!'
His mind was already under her spell completely.
"Hhnngg~"
Isolde moaned a bit, the sensation of her nipple being nibbled on pulling a shiver down her spine, her body arching into him instinctively.
"There's my sweet little darling… such a hungry thing," she murmured, stroking his hair, her nails trailing through the dark strands like silk.
"You love this too much, don't you?"
Seamus moaned lowly against her skin, lost in the haze. Her nipple was delicious, it was hot, and as expected something suddenly flowed into his mouth.
A sweet milk nectar of Isolde it was sweet and addictive. His hand instinctively messaged her breast, milking her slowly as his tongue rolled on that pink nipple, sucking as much as he could.
Isolde's face turned red, her pussy started to send an electric signal to her brain, a pleasure that made her underwear damp.
"Mhhnn~ Seamus, your tongue feels so good~ ahhh haahh!!!"
Her other hand slipped to his hardened cock, fingers undoing the clasp of his trousers with ease. He didn't even flinch just continued sucking her swollen nipple impatiently.
"Ahhhnnn~ Look at you, Seamus," she whispered, her voice sultry and proud. "You love sucking on mommy's breast that much, your cock is so hard like this."
'Hell yeah!' He groaned softly in response, suckling harder now. Her breast tingled, she bit her lower lip as her face was in a daze.
"I know it, you are a pervert," her hand sliding into his pants, fingers wrapping around his stiff, throbbing cock.
He twitched violently when her fingers pressed on the tip of his penis.
Isolde smirked as she observed his reaction. She began stroking his penis, slow and steady, matching the rhythm of his mouth on her breast.
"Ohh~ Ahhh, keep sucking Seamus, mommy loves it."
Her lips parted in a soft sigh as her own pussy trembled, wet and throbbing between her thighs.
"That's it," she breathed, tightening her grip on his cock just enough to make him gasp as she fastened her pace.
"Drink and cum for me, sweetheart. Just like a good boy should."
Seamus's hips jerked forward, desperate and overwhelmed, every nerve in his body spiraling toward release.
The woman in front of him was too dangerous, he couldn't hold her temptation anymore. His mind and cock were too weak for that.
Especially that moan, damn, it is so damn hot!
The more he suckled, the more her rose scent clouded his brain. He was drowning in her, anchored only by the rhythm of her hand job.
Isolde could feel it, his shaft started to twitch, it was getting bigger just a bit as she grinned. Her hand kept moving good, her finger could feel every vein of it.
"Ahhh~ you and your cock are so adorable, hun. I can feel it twitch in my hand." She licked her lower lip, "Just cum if you can't hold it anymore, baby."
Seamus groaned, her cold touch was strong and fast, her milk was sweet like honey making his head swirled.
He couldn't hold it anymore. His body convulsed as he spilled in her hand. Seamus's mind went blank with pleasure.
She held him close, cradling his trembling form like a lover… or a predator admiring her prey.
"Good boy," she whispered again, licking the shell of his ear. "So obedient. So easy to mold."
She glanced down at him, still suckling weakly, eyes glazed and dazed.
"And now," she purred, voice dark with promise, "we'll see just how deep your obedience can go."