The man’s gaze lingered on her, scrutinizing her closely. But on Seria’s young face, fresh into adulthood, there were no signs of childbirth to be found. Nevertheless, as if already convinced, the man spoke,
“I thought so. From the very first time I met you, I could smell the scent of milk on you…”

“T-That’s not true!”
“Then what’s the explanation for this? I’ve never heard of or seen a woman producing milk without having given birth.”

At the man’s words, Seria suddenly remembered what her mother had once said to her.
“I’ve never heard of it… never seen it—a woman producing milk without having had a child.”

Her mother’s cold, disdainful gaze, as though looking at her like she was an insect, and her trembling voice resurfaced in her memory.
Without realizing it, a wave of inexplicable emotion welled up inside Seria, threatening to overflow.
“How would I know? I’ve never had a child, I told you!”

For the first time, Seria, who had been mumbling and speaking in a low voice, shouted aloud. Gasping for breath, she glared at the man with indignation.

“I am not the Virgin Mary! How could I conceive and give birth when I’ve never even been with a man?”

She felt utterly wronged. When she thought about it, the reason she ended up in this situation in the northern region was none other than that milk.

After hastily fixing her clothes, she collapsed on the bed. The old wooden bed with its cheap mattress creaked loudly as soon as she sat down, making a grating noise that hurt her ears.

“Why do I have to be in a place like this? What have I done to deserve this…?”

Seria’s flushed, tearful eyes stared at the room’s unfortunate wallpaper as she brooded. Her face looked as if it might burst into tears at any moment. 

The thin walls, lacking any proper soundproofing, allowed the noise from the tavern below to echo clearly into the room. Occasional cheers could be heard from the men. 

“What on earth are they so excited about?” 

While I’m here, feeling so miserable… 

The man, leaning against the wall at an angle, watched the sniffling Seria in silence. Breaking the silence, he spoke. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Why do you want to know?” 

Seria hesitated and instead sharply asked back. Regardless, the man casually continued his words.
“My name is Kashan.”

Unlike her sharp response, the man, who seemed as though he was simply introducing himself, caused Seria to shiver slightly.
“As you can see, I’m from the Kuth tribe. Ah, you people from the Empire, don’t you call us barbarians?”
Kashan, intending to ease Seria’s tension, spoke with a mocking grin, almost jokingly. But instead of calming her, his words only made Seria more nervous.
“…Seria. Seria Luzent…”

As always, Seria naturally tried to add her family name after her first name but hesitated.
“Seria Luzent…”

It was a name she had used her entire life, yet now she could no longer attach the surname to herself. She had been cast out from her family in such a way.

Biting her lower lip hard, Seria corrected herself and spoke again.
“…Just Seria.”

Kashan repeated her name a few times under his breath, nodding as if committing it to memory. Then, without hesitation, he strode up to Seria, who was seated on the bed. With his large frame, it only took a few steps for him to close the distance.

“Let me have a look.”
“…What?”

Seria didn’t immediately understand what Kashan meant. She was about to ask again, her voice slightly dazed, but before she could react, his large hand suddenly pulled off her robe. It was only then that she grasped the situation, letting out a sharp scream.

“Ahhh…!”

But her cry was quickly muffled as Kashan’s large hand covered her mouth. For a brief moment, fear flickered in her wide, doe-like eyes.

“If you don’t want people outside to know there’s a young woman here, you’d better stay quiet.”

At Kashan’s words, Seria finally understood his intentions and managed to calm herself. However, she couldn’t understand why he was so casually pulling at her slip and groping her br*asts. 

Without hesitation, Kashan pulled her underwear down, revealing the ample flesh beneath. If there was a silver lining to the situation, it was that the light from the cheap lantern wasn’t particularly strong. Even then, the lantern flickered and dimmed from time to time. 

Under the yellowish glow of the dim lantern, Seria’s chest was fully exposed. Her pale, smooth skin resembled dough, and her hardened n*pples still bore beads of opaque milk at their tips. 

Seria twisted and struggled to free herself from him, but it was in vain. Kashan’s strength matched his massive size, making escape impossible. 

In the end, Seria sighed in resignation, as if giving up.

He looked at Seria’s br*ast for a long time, noticing that it seemed quite full for her frame. He even lifted it up and touched it.

As his hand cupped her soft, rippling br*asts, milk streamed from the tip of her n*pple. Overcome with shame, Seria felt an intense urge to bite her tongue. The milk splattered all over Kashan.

Kashan, seemingly fascinated, gently touched the n*pples that continued to release milk, his fingertips brushing against them with curiosity.

“Ah, hmph!”

Seria was startled by the sensation of her sensitive skin being flicked. Her slender body trembled slightly in a pitiful manner.

Just from looking at her full, swollen br*ast, she resembled a woman who had borne a child. Suddenly, Kashan moved his hand beneath Seria.

The calloused fingertips suddenly plunged between Seria’s legs. 

“Ah… Wh-what…” 

Seria trembled and looked up at Kashan with frightened eyes. His gaze showed neither excitement nor lust; it was simply indifferent and detached.

It was simply indifferent and dry, like that of a labourer performing a task.

In an instant, his fingers pushed forward, exploring her v*gina that had never been touched by another’s hand.

His thick hand parted the flesh and pushed into the sensitive mucosa. Startled, Seria couldn’t even scream as she struggled to hold on to Kashan’s hand.

She seemed to be trying to stop him, but Kashan didn’t budge an inch. His arm, with veins bulging prominently, remained completely motionless.

Kashan’s fingertips slowly moved from the swollen cl*toris to the v*ginal opening. Then, without warning, a finger was pushed into the v*ginal entrance.

“Ah, hmph, ah!”

Even though it was only one finger, Seria was startled by the unfamiliar sensation of penetration for the first time. She let out a gasp that sounded like a last cry and drew ragged, uneven breaths.

The sticky walls of her v*gina were so tight that they seemed to grip and gnaw at the unexpected intruder. The small entrance clung to a single finger, trembling slightly.

The hand that had recklessly explored the inside suddenly withdrew as if nothing had happened.

The rough hand brushed against her sensitive membranes as it was pulled out, leaving the sensation vivid. Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and Seria could only shake her head in disbelief.
“J-just now… what was… this…?”

Kashan murmured in a flat, emotionless voice, indifferent to Seria’s reaction.
“You truly have a body that’s never given birth.”

Then, his gaze shifted back to her br*asts. On the tips of her full br*asts, a faint, milky-white fluid had formed in tiny beads.
“When does the milk stop coming out?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“Have you been leaking like this all along?”

Instead of answering, Seria bit her lips tightly. She was confused, unsure of how to handle the utterly shameful and humiliating situation.

Her mind was a whirlwind and she couldn’t understand what was happening to her. It didn’t feel real. She wanted to believe it was just a dream.

‘Please, when I close and open my eyes, let me be back in my soft bed in the mansion, just like always.’

Desperately, Seria squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again.

But no matter how often she did so, nothing changed.

She was still in the damp, dimly lit, cheap room on the third floor of a shabby tavern, together with a barbarian man. This was reality.

Kashan silently observed Seria, who was trembling with tears welling up in her eyes. She was clearly a young lady, innocent and inexperienced with men, let alone childbirth.
She who seemed to have just reached adulthood, still had a rounded face with traces of baby fat, appearing as weak and insignificant as a fawn.
But when his gaze dropped from her innocent face, her large and voluptuous br*asts swayed, so big and full that it was hard to believe they belonged to someone so naive.

They looked vulgar and lewd, reminiscent of courtesans from the back alleys.

Kashan gripped one br*ast firmly, his bronze hand pressing down and squeezing it tightly under his hold.

With gentle pressure, the stream of milk flowing from the n*pple intensified. He alternated between squeezing and releasing, causing milk to spurt forcefully from the firm, *rect n*pple before gradually subsiding each time.
“Fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Hah…”
“So that’s why you were in the bathroom, squeezing milk out of yourself?”

In response to Kashan’s question, Seria nod slightly.