I stepped into the thatched building and scanned the interior, taking in the simple sight.
It was nothing remarkable: just a humble room containing what appeared to be a rough wooden bed and a scattering of other miscellaneous items.
On the bed, I noticed a young woman, who seemed to be in her early twenties, with a small child cradled in her arm.
The moment we entered, she lifted her head and glanced at us.
Her gaze settled on me, and a fleeting look of deep surprise flashed in her eyes.
"Brother!" she cried out, carefully placing the infant beside her before rushing up to me.
Her arms locked around my body, pulling me into an intense, desperate embrace, as if she feared I would vanish the next moment.
I felt her soft, yielding breasts press hard against my bare chest, and with the sheer force of the hug, I sensed a liquid squeezing from her flesh, dripping like a warm trickle onto my skin.
My eyes widened in raw shock. My sister quickly pulled back, apologizing softly, "Sorry, Brother, I got too carried away."
As she apologized, she tore away the light-skinned fur cloth wrapped around her waist and lifted the strip of fur to my chest, wiping the wetness away profusely.
My breath caught and lodged in my throat, and for a moment, I froze, a wave of heat washing over me.
One thing was painfully certain: I felt as though my male member might burst at any second.
The sheer, unexpected stimulation was simply too much to bear.
"S-sister, it's alright, you don't have to do that," I said, gently capturing her hand to still the rapid, frantic motion of the cloth.
Due to her earlier actions, a few distinct trails of the slightly whitish fluid had already glistened on the delicate skin of her chest.
I gulped hard, the sound loud in my ears, then reluctantly tore my gaze away from her exposed curves.
"It... it's nothing at all," I mumbled, my voice rough.
sister raised her brows in question. At that moment, my stomach let out a demanding rumble.
My mother, hearing the deep sound, lightly touched her head and said, "How could I forget? You were unconscious for a whole day, and you haven't had anything to eat in a long while."
Before I could reply, I watched my mother rush toward the door on the opposite side of the room, which likely led to a kitchen, leaving my sister and me completely alone.
My mind went utterly blank. I didn't know what to do, just staring deeply into her eyes as she stared back at me in silence..
At that moment, a line of glowing words appeared in my field of vision, and a seductive, feminine voice echoed deep within my thoughts.
[New Mission!]
[Mission Details: Suck on your sister's breasts.]
[Rewards: 10 EXP, 10 Magic Points, 30 ERO Points.]
I read through the luminous words, then my gaze shifted to my sister, standing tantalizingly in front of me.
I looked back at the mission rewards—this was something I couldn't possibly ignore! I had to obtain those rewards!
With that intense desire, I turned my gaze and squinted slightly at sister, then opened my mouth, the words already forming.
"sister, I—"
Before I could continue, a piercing, high-pitched cry tore through the air, immediately snapping both our attentions. We turned toward the baby, which was swaddled tightly in black fur.
Sister cast me an apologetic, flustered look regarding the intense moment we had shared, then turned back to the screaming infant, rushing to soothe it.
As she bent to sit down, I caught a glimpse of her glistening, dark folds beneath the black fur. Her slightly bushy hair seemed moist and thick as I stared, momentarily paralyzed, unable to peel my gaze away.
Only when my sister was fully seated did I force myself to regain my composure and turn my gaze back to her.
I watched as she tenderly picked up the baby and brought it closer to her right breast.
Soon, the baby's tiny mouth latched fiercely onto her nipple, and the faint, wet, rhythmic sounds of sucking resonated in the quiet room.
I hesitated, my gaze lingering on the system's mission prompt. After a few moments of charged silence, I finally made my decision.
I approached sister, my eyes firmly and intently fixed on her generous, creamy breasts. Upon reaching her, I stammered lightly.
"Sis—sister, what exactly are you doing?" My eyes were wide with a mixture of curiosity and a practiced innocence as I stared at her, pretending the simple act was incomprehensible.
My sister looked up at me, her eyes soft, and smiled softly. "It's called feeding, Brother. I am feeding the little one."
I nodded slowly, yet a deeply puzzled expression remained fixed on my face. "Why does that silky liquid come out from your breasts? And can this really satisfy a person?"
Sister giggled softly, the sound sounding like a warm invitation, as though she had heard the most endearingly ridiculous thing ever.
"I don't know why it comes out. The elders say it's likely the gods' blessing upon us—a sacred liquid after bringing a new life into this world."
She paused briefly, then continued, pointing a delicate finger at the contented baby. "And yes, didn't you notice she instantly stopped crying the moment I started feeding her?"
I let my sister's words fully sink in. It seemed they truly didn't understand the concept of lactation in this world, mistaking a biological function for some kind of divine gift.
I smirked internally at the thought, and after another brief, heavy silence, my voice, now thick and low, rang out.
"Then, sister… what if I drink it? Will it satisfy my hunger?"