Eat The World Tree

“Are you okay?”

As I whispered into Sansuyu’s ear, holding her shoulder, she nodded slightly.

“…Yeah.”

-Step.

We entered the dark room and closed the door.

-Thud.

In the silence of my deserted room, Sansuyu exhaled and lifted her top.

Steam seemed to rise from her soaked bra.

Three days.

Even Saku, whom we occasionally met during meal times, asked if we were a couple due to how often we were together.

Drops of breast milk dripped from Sansuyu’s erect nipples.

‘…As expected.’

Several things were confirmed.

Since Sansuyu regained some health, her body gradually started producing breast milk.

When I used my healing power on her, her breasts swelled as if about to burst.

The healthier she became, the more milk she produced.

‘But why the healing power?’

This didn’t happen when I used it on others.

Only Sansuyu experienced this peculiar change.

This was my hypothesis: due to the Cornus Family’s experiments, Sansuyu’s body underwent changes, and my treatment might have triggered these bodily reactions.

‘But I can’t stop treating her.’

Providing power every morning meant extracting it every other day.

“…Shiheon. Hurry.”

Her body swayed, causing her breasts to tilt left and right. Sansuyu’s forehead wrinkled in pain.

I moved behind Sansuyu and grasped her breasts as if hugging her from behind.

A sweet scent wafted from the back of Sansuyu’s neck.

I struggled to suppress my arousal.

Squeezing Sansuyu’s breasts, I lifted them from below, like milking a cow.

As I held her breasts, too large to fit in one hand, she emitted a pained moan from her lips.

As I applied more force, white milk spurted out.

“…Hnn.”

Despite the pain, her moan sounded erotic due to the situation.

I continued squeezing her breasts up and down.

As I got more skilled, Sansuyu leaned against me, trembling.

I positioned one hand over her nipple to prevent the milk from splashing everywhere.

‘Maybe I need a milking machine.’

That thing, like a suction cup. Applying pressure with it might be convenient.

Sansuyu shook her body vigorously.

Her buttocks rubbed against my lower abdomen, making my mind momentarily blank.

“Shiheon… Your face.”

“Why?”

“Are you in pain too?”

Her vulnerable nape. The scent down below. Her wet gaze as she looked up.

Sansuyu, who had no erotic thoughts, endured this moment as if receiving medical treatment.

Because of this, my need for sexual relief became even more desperate.

“…Hoo.”

Exhaling, my head lowered involuntarily.

The closer my face got, the more I smelled the floral scent mixed with the milk, like well-brewed milk tea.

-Squeeze.

Sansuyu’s buttocks pressed against my lower part as my legs gave out.

Despite rigorous training, her body remained soft.

The selection competition started tomorrow.

If the competition lasted a long time… it could lead to disastrous results.

To prepare for the worst, teaming up with Sansuyu was inevitable.

‘Can I find Flower while taking care of her…?’

Byeol said it would be impossible to find them and to enjoy myself.

There was still plenty of time, so I decided to wait patiently.

“Shiheon… The other side too.”

“Got it.”

Sansuyu’s breasts, with palm marks left from the strong squeezing.

Suppressing my lust, I moved to the other side.

“Any movements from the Flower?”

“…None so far.”

In the meeting room of the clergy and the administrators.

Conversations were exchanged solemnly as they looked at each other in this serious place.

“Hmph, this is the stage prepared by the Supreme World Tree for the Forester Selection Competition. No matter how powerful Flower is, can they invade this sanctuary?”

The archbishop, narrowing his eyes, scoffed at the concerns raised by some administrators.

Would Flower show any movements in this selection competition? Questioning the necessity of the World Tree’s existence was what Flower represented. It wasn’t impossible.

Gathered here were the clergy and even S-grade hunters.

Contrary to the archbishop’s words, Isabella raised her voice.

“It’s our duty to protect the sanctuary. This is the cradle of the saplings.”

The Cradle of Saplings.

A term referring to the stage of the Forester Selection Competition.

This place was known worldwide for its superior soil quality.

The magic density was also high, making it an ideal place for the World Trees to grow.

For this reason, many naturally occurring dungeons existed.

Typically, these dungeons were used as stages for the Forester Selection Competition or for the growth of the National Trees.

In the 21st century, dungeons were considered resources. The opportunities they provided were immensely beneficial to talents.

“…It has been observed that the Flower possesses a means to utilize dungeons. We cannot rule out the possibility of the Cradle being attacked.”

“That’s unnecessary worry, Isabella.”

“…….”

Isabella fell silent at the archbishop’s words.

In a world situation that could erupt at any moment, how could he not realize how dangerous such conservative thinking was?

“Sister Isabella is right. Who knows if there is a Flower among the cadets participating in the Forester Selection Competition?”

“Are you demeaning the children of the World Tree now?”

“You know very well that’s not what I meant, Archbishop.”

“Hmm.”

The archbishop stroked his beard and fell into deep thought.

If something happened and word reached the deputy or the pope, it could lead to troublesome consequences.

After pondering for a while, he asked the priest next to him.

“What do you think, Priest?”

The archbishop’s closest aide, Priest Aaron.

A man of unusual stature responded to the bishop’s words.

“We should be prepared. We are gathered here to prepare for any eventuality, aren’t we?”

“Yes, that’s true.”

“We have gathered enough priests, knights, and hunters. With the Holy Light operational in the Cradle, we shouldn’t have any problems even if they come.”

“That’s reasonable.”

Aaron advised those around him.

“No matter how prepared they are, it will be of no use.”

Despite being called a combat priest, he held actual power as the archbishop’s right hand and a member of the personal guard.

Preparing for Flower’s attack was essential.

Despite feeling a lingering unease, Isabella nodded at the archbishop’s approval.

-Thud.

Just then, a sound of drumming on the desk echoed from across the room.

“Enough with the pointless talk. What are you actually suggesting? Specifically?”

With a mix of brown and green hair, a small frame, and an arrogant posture, Champi rested her chin on her hand and asked them.

“…How dare you show such disrespect to the archbishop!”

“Let it be.”

As a bishop raised his voice, the archbishop calmed him.

The S-grade hunters who would mentor the cadets and the National Trees during the Forester Selection Competition.

They possessed individual strength surpassing ordinary beings, capable of handling a dungeon alone, and sometimes served as asymmetric forces.

In the World Tree’s clergy, they were equivalent to the head of the knights.

Avoiding unnecessary quarrels was wise.

“Why don’t you try being a little more tactful?”

At Eletta’s words, Champi stuck out her tongue.

“But I agree. We must prepare for any eventuality. Talking without specific plans is useless.”

With her eyes half-closed, Eletta spoke.

“It’s not about the possibility of an attack. People’s lives are at stake.”

“So what do you suggest? Conduct a survey or something?”

Champi’s words were mocking.

As she scoffed, identifying who among the participants in the Forester Selection Competition was a Flower was almost impossible.

If it were merely a subordinate of Flower, distinguishing them by their unique magical traits might be possible.

But using Flower’s subordinates on such a grand stage was unlikely.

The best they could do was control the risk with unidentified artifacts or similar means.

The World Tree side had more to lose than Flower.

“Shall we seek help from the National Trees? Someone like Maronie or Banya… those with abilities to read minds or prophesy.”

“Hmm.”

Due to Cheonma and the Tree Spirit King, the number of S-grade hunters was extremely limited.

The National Trees, who were just beginning to grow, were being mentioned as S-grade candidates, but they were still far from sufficient.

In other words, only the cream of the crop remained after dealing with the lesser S-grades. The World Tree’s mistake on the day the black moon rose was a bitter one.

“Reading minds… might be useful for identifying the Flower’s subordinates.”

The unique abilities of the National Trees could indeed be helpful.

The question was how prepared Flower was.

Since this was a broadcast to the world, any chaos caused by Flower here would challenge the World Tree’s authority.

‘The Cradle’ was the most secure place.

The moment it was breached…

Flower’s momentum would grow, and in the worst case, even the Hunter Association might turn against them.

“Do you have anything to add, Sage?”

The archbishop, who had been troubled, asked her.

Sage Sephiroth.

Undoubtedly, the person with the most say here.

Her clone was silent for a long time, then shook her head and said,

“There doesn’t seem to be any movement yet… for now, there’s nothing we can know.”

With the Sage saying this, it was safe to assume there was no way to know the Flower’s current position.

Unless the Sage knew something but deemed it not the right time to reveal it.

“Instead, let’s push the front line, which is currently in a lull.”

If the Flower was waiting for the right moment, attacking other places while their forces were focused elsewhere would be wise.

For now, that was the only option.

The next morning.

Recently, it has become a routine to spend time with Sansuyu.

After staying up for two consecutive nights, I finally got some sleep and woke up to find Sansuyu in front of me.

“Did you wake up?”

She said from close up while lying on the bed.

Rubbing my eyes, I asked.

“How’s your body? Still feeling unwell?”

“It’s much better since you touched me, Shiheon.”

Right. Now my name was Lee Shiheon.

I lightly pinched Sansuyu’s cheek, who was appealing that she was fine by pushing out her chest, and got up.

After washing up, I put on my clothes.

The black combat suit wouldn’t tear easily under most impacts.

Small holes would repair themselves automatically, and it had resistance to magic, heat, and even temperature control functions.

This suit was an artifact in itself.

“Let me know if it hurts.”

“Okay.”

Her face was lively since she wasn’t taking any drugs while I was pouring my power into her every day.

I immediately took out my phone and checked the schedule.

The first stage of this Forester Selection Competition was….

-Forest Survival.

A survival game set in a dungeon.

It was a long-standing event, known as the staple of the Forester Selection Competition, that eliminated half of the cadets.

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