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Chapter 30: Comfortable Acceptance

"You really shouldn't have-"

"I already told you. It isn't much," I replied while sitting by the chair standing right by the left side to where Hope's bed was. "When I called at your study, your mother answered in your stead. And she told me that you weren't going to receive any customers despite the fact you didn't say anything about it."

The Gazelle Prime could only scowl at the rebuttal, her green eyes flashing annoyance at that counter. I could still remember that conversation with Grace regarding the session, mentioning that her daughter had just to deal with a 'minor issue'. Of course, Mora agreed that paying a quick visit to verify if that was true or not was needed. And so I went to check on our 'love therapist', proving to the two of us that the early excuse was a cover-up for something bigger. Especially when it is tied to a Nanozell Gem now firmly embedded on her upper chest, right above her breasts. I was a bit surprised when the details started to come up just as I pressured her to an answer. Maybe it was because of how straining the whole experience was, or maybe she lazily didn't care about keeping up a degree of secrecy over her 'third job', which was being a Knight for the Love Clan. An operation that went awry about recovering a Nanozell Spirit. The gem had been cracked and the spirit had almost died if not for Hope's intervention.

The case that ensued was... absurd. And mostly unheard of. While the Nanozell science had been a topic of mystery despite for how many decades it had been studied, there were some rules that were already known, like the fact that one couldn't force a spirit to bond with another living entity without some serious and forceful processes being applied. I was told by Hope herself the spirit was fine and they just needed the time to adjust to the situation, hence why the gem glowered a bit from time to time but... I was worried about something else that tied up to the young woman. Something that was connected to her 'plans' during her stay in the hospital.

"I was a bit busy," She answered dryly and I snorted.

"Which is fine, but the issue is that I'm quite sure you sent both me and Mora a message to confirm the session would happen... right by the time you were already here in the hospital."

"I didn't expect them to... keep me for that long?" The young woman threw a wild guess in an effort to justify that action, but it was clear she didn't really have a motivation at hand.

"Hope-"

"I'm really trying to not lose control of what I currently have at the moment," She pointed out sternly, her expression turning to an unusual amount of irritation. One that I still felt familiar with despite this being the first time seeing it on Hope's face. "And... it's not a good day, I guess."

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"Are you in pain right now?"

Her lips twitched, parting slightly as a hint of surprise flashed across her visage. At first she didn't answer, contemplating what I just said, but the girl eventually allowed out a reluctant and slow nod.

"Yes."

"How much?"

"Not enough to be worrisome, and definitely not enough to ask for more painkillers," Hope replied, sighing as she realized that I was really putting an effort in caring. "But seriously, I'm glad you visited but I don't think you should be worried this much."

"Didn't you say something to me and Mora about us being 'super-best friends' or something like that while you took the opportunity in some hugs to grope her?"

The counter had some devastating implications that left the girl baffled as she scrambled for words. It wasn't like she was that subtle in doing that and she didn't even bother hiding it the first time around.

"T-That wasn't so evident."

"Wasn't it?" I pushed a tiny bit, teasing her.

"No," The woman ultimately replied, frowning back at me. "If you knew, then why didn't you call me out on that?"

"Mora thought you needed a 'bit of sugar' from time to time."

"She isn't wrong," Hope admitted, a small smile appearing on her face. "Still, why did you still decide to check?"

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Ya know, a young guy visiting the couple therapist he had been frequenting with his girlfriend. One could make many scandalous thoughts~." The Gazelle Prime elaborated eagerly, with a scoff from me coming out just for that.

"You know, she even mentioned giving you some 'love' just to cheer you up for dealing with this intense situation."

And it was there that pain stopped mattering to Hope Ravenhurst as, the thirsty woman, saw an ocean of drinkable water at her disposal appearing in front of her. Mora knew what she was talking about, and I could tell she had been half-serious and half-joking about it. At this point, it was clear our 'respectable therapist' wasn't going to let go of the chance of joining a menage a trois, so the idea of that particular threesome wasn't... out of the window. Not without any serious reasons coming up that would prevent it from happening.

"Holy shit, she is wife material. You better marry her or I will straighten you out until you make her a mommy," She half-threatened out of nowhere, leaving me perplexed.

"You serious?"

"Deadly. And I would be incredibly mad if you missed that shot. It's clear she wants you to be her husband and I can tell she will start asking in a few months for a marriage," She hummed eagerly. "Also yes, I want in that bed and I will take that offer and make sure you will ask more from me."

"You're a generous 'giver', ain't you?" I flatly inquired and she giggled.

"Only in case of fun times. And blowjobs."

I could only sigh at that mirthful banter, but I took this moment to look at the clock to see that it was about time I started getting out of there. Still, before I could, I was stopped by Hope, the girl giving me a serious look that broke off from the previously entertained and light expression on her face.

"By the way, could you please... visit again this Wednesday? I would really need some help to get back to my flat once I'm done with the hospital and..."

"You don't want to bother your parents?"

"Dad is a busy man with his jobs. Mom doesn't really move much from home if not for grave situations and... I refuse to call my sister even with how many favors she owes me. She would definitely tease me through the entire situation so-"

"I'm your only hope?"

She actually snorted at that stupid pun, the medications definitely kicking in her system if she was so quick to laugh at the silliest joke she heard.

"Penka didn't answer the phone, she is possibly busy with her months-long model sessions," Hope sheepishly confessed. "Still, I would dare to say you are steadily rising in my favorite list."

I frowned at that comment, but before I could inquire about it, she smugly gave me an answer to that indirect answer.

"The fuckable people I dearly trust list."

"You are incredibly frustrating at times."

"It's part of my charm," The young woman proudly proclaimed. "Still, you love it and... hopefully, that doesn't go to waste once this whole process is over."

Her words actually had me pause for a moment as I was reminded of a small worry the doctors had about her current conditions. Due to the situation she was in, there was a chance, albeit a tiny one, that the personality of the spirit which currently resided within the gem she now had could end up bleeding into her own due to how broken the gem was. Right now, I couldn't see anything that would suggest that she was suffering from that... except from the worry tied to it. She was possibly terrified by that idea, and I couldn't really fault her in that regard. I wouldn't be calm to know that there was even a chance for this to happen to myself, and I know she was dealing with it much better than many would have.

"I doubt you should really be that nervous. You don't look any different than I first met you," I pointed out and she sighed.

"And how can you tell that?"

"I can see it. You're not letting go of anything."

She looked away for a moment, clearly unfazed by that comment. "You're... just saying that to cheer me up. But it could happen."

"I don't think so," I sharply affirmed and her gaze was back at me, a surprised but also curious look on her face.

"And why do you think that?"

"Because I know you will get back to health as quickly and perfectly as possible, without any major changes to what you are. Maybe with some extra features, but you would still be Hope Ravenhurst, perverted therapist," I remarked mirthfully, gaining a loud laugh out of her. At first it was a small giggle, but it grew in intensity as soon as she thought more about it. It evolved, matching with the smile I had on my face as I could tell that got her to snap out of her own foul mood for the time being.

"T-That sounds so stupid. I'm not just a perverted therapist, I am a pervert."

"That proud of it?" I shot back and she grinned brazenly.

"Of fucking course~!"

And that had me chuckling back at her. "An insufferable pervert at that."

"Guilty as charged, Declan. But at least I'm getting all the luxury of sex without serious commitment."

"You will eventually end up in a relationship. And that's where the crazy fun really starts," I rebuked, and her smile... weakened a tiny bit at these words. I could notice some sadness at this, but she swiftly morphed her expression back to her previous one.

"Nah, I'm fine being the sex guru that I've been for ages now. Still, I hope you don't mind if I pass by the farm once I'm done with getting my life back on track to... make sure my favorite couple is getting it going nicely and steamy."

"Hope, I think you're ruining it."

The Gazelle Prime let out a fake and dramatic gasp. "I am not, buster!"

Cue another long session of giggling/chuckling as we both enjoyed this entire situation for a little bit more before I had to really leave. I promised to pass by and help her get to the flat when she had to leave this place, and yet I could see that she enjoyed the surprisingly pleasant conversation we had. A bit lewd in some aspects, but overall contained to not be too... extreme. Either she was really tired due to enduring the pain she was in, or she wasn't in the mood for that in general. But as I started to get back home, I really failed to realize how my absence wasn't exactly ignored and that a few people had started to move while I was away.

_ Mostly a certain Cat Prime that had to sort out a few plans now that I wasn't around to stop her in the process of it. _

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Rachael Saleigh was a woman with a plan. A brilliant plan for many, a senseless one for some.

A plan that she considered modest at best, stupid at worst - but definitely a plan worth to explore for the current instance she was given. She took her time to bid for the occasion, the moment where she could finally talk with her 'boss' and, hopefully, sort things out in her favor. The plan was feasible, but it relied on two uncertain elements: First, she needed Mora to be in a good mood. Considering she was busy with paperwork, there was no telling if she was calm or not; Second, she had to swallow her pride if she wanted to achieve anything out of it. If there was something she could agree about her previous conversations with Declan, it was that her bitterness towards Mora was... uncalled for. And sometimes detrimental to her own ideas. Maybe it was jealousy now fueling that inner need to stand up against the Cow Prime, after all she ended up beaten in the process of getting in a relationship with him because he was in one with Mora herself.

She took a break, one of the few registered ones within her own contract to discuss with her boss. A sigh, the black-haired young woman paused only when she arrived in front of the office's door. Her golden-eyed gaze froze as she imagined how many things could go wrong if Rachael spoke out of pride and stupidity if she didn't restrain herself. If she wanted to be diplomatic with someone, she should be the first one to act civilly. It was futile to expect calm if she wasn't herself. Taking a long intake of air and allowing peace to ease her tense posture, she finally went for it. She knocked twice, strong enough to be heard, but not too strong to make it clear she was incredibly nervous about this entire idea. She was given permission to enter and she found Mora... in quite the tired but more 'sweaty' situation. The woman had unbuttoned a few of the upper buttons of her red shirt, revealing part of her cleavage in the process, but definitely not for a lewd display. Holding a few empty papers in her right hand, she tried to wave some cool breeze onto her face. A bit futile but... perhaps she should really consider putting AC in this room. The difference in temperature was noticeable even to someone that had spent so many hours working under the scorching sun. It had to be a nightmare to work in these conditions at times...

"Rachael."

"Boss," The Cat Prime answered with complete calm, forced through by the same nervousness she had been worrying about up until that very moment. "Can we talk?"

"Is it urgent?" The brunette asked calmly, staring back at her with a curious look, surprised by the visit and the request.

"I believe so. I'm sorry if... I caught you in any issue with the papers."

"...Nah. I'm..." Mora paused, glaring momentarily at the paperwork that she had to still get through, "I think I will take a little break. Just to unwind so... what's the issue?"

...

"I wanted to genuinely... apologize for my behavior in the last few months."

"What in particular?" The Cow Prime pressed, starting to see something out of her words and Rachael knew she couldn't go around more than she was.

"I... I'm sorry for causing you and Declan any issue about your... relationship. By behaving foolishly and creating any problems at the farm."

"Y-You mean that-"

"Rachael, I'll be honest. For a time I might have been feeling angry at you for being so forward with my boyfriend but... I guess I can see why you did it. And even why you would be angry at me for being an 'obstacle' to your happiness."

"Boss-"

"But I guess you could thank Declan for letting me think about it rather than just react harshly. After all, his advice had yet to let me down and... to be fair, he was correct in having me study the matter rather than just judging you too quickly."

At this point, Rachael was confused, intrigued, but overall frustrated.

"W-What do you mean?"

"I had to talk with Sarah, nothing too private, but I drew my conclusion on your background. You... never had much of an opportunity to find a stable life. Until now."

...

"What about it?" Rachael asked defensively, her tone dropping the cordiality that had remained up until that very moment.

"You feel entitled to that affection since he is the one that had been supporting you at the farm from the very beginning. You want him to look at you as intensely and with as much care as you put when you look at him."

This time, the Cat Prime remained quiet. Surprise painted on her face, the expression she was showing was one that displayed how baffled she really was at the explanation.

"I understand you, at least partly. I would be mad too if someone got themselves between me and the hunk I'm going after. Especially one as good as Declan," Mora added while nodding in her direction. "But still, there is something I have to say about it. I want to apologize too. After all, I was at fault for reacting so harshly about it."

"I... Thank you."

Rachael meant it. She might be a bit skeptical about the suddenness of it all, but she could see how after so long Mora had mellowed to the point where she could point out her own flaws at her. It was the olive branch she had expected, and the Cat Prime didn't hesitate to take it.

"And... thank you too. For your apology."

They shared a satisfied smile, but Mora soon gained a hint of mischief about it.

"How about we seal this deal with a hug?"

How about no? Rachael was half tempted to reply with that, but considering how they had gotten nice and Mora had been so open about it to recognize her faults... she could agree to this. The issue was that the Cow Prime didn't stand up from her chair and it was easy to see what she was asking from her. A frown appeared on her face, but she still went with that idea, hoping to not be tricked into anything weird due to this.

If before Rachael had just a wild estimation of how proportionally bigger Mora was compared to her, sitting on her lap just gave her a whole new perception of that difference. The fact that she was this close to her and the fact that soon after the girl was engulfed in a tight hug, her head firmly pressed into the cleavage and bestowed with the softness of the woman's breasts. Until that moment, bigger breasts were seen by Rachael as something to be displeased about since those were what guys liked and... she might have a bit of a jealous streak towards those gifted in that department. Until that moment, Rachael didn't see the advantage of being subjected to a hug with these large boobs. And yet now, the Cat Prime realized with wide-eyes why this was actually good for those lucky souls that were handled just pleasantly by two large, soft pillows that nuzzled warmly back at one's face. Rachael almost sighed in relief, feeling in quite the good perch for a moment as she let her tension vanish in most part due to how calm and quiet the situation was. But like all good things, something weird had to unfold. And the weirdness stemmed by the... wetness coming from Mora's nipples. At first the Cat Prime thought it was sweat, but the liquid was a bit thicker and familiar in texture as she knew she had somehow dealt with that sensation before when... milk stained a piece of cloth.

"I-Is that-?"

"Oh, I'm... actually sorry- I generally don't wear bras and I will soon be going through my milking period."

Milking... period?

If Rachael had been shocked until now... well, now she had plenty of reasons to be even more because of what she was listening to. Cow Primes actually lactate without being pregnant? It left her shocked at the notion but also quite 'interested' due to how peculiar this tidbit was to someone like her. Someone that loved milk. And her kinkiest self wanted a taste of that. As if one of the Dragon Gods had heard her silent prayer, Mora huffed in discomfort, giving her an inkling about how unpleasant it was to leave the entire process.

"Do you... need me to call someone or-"

"It's generally Declan that helps with that but... It will be an unpleasant few hours before he returns."

So, the human was in charge of the process and... was it by hand or machine? The sudden interest had her even perked and aroused at that entire concept. She licked her lips unconsciously and then she realized something important about this response. Holding this much for a long time... that sounded incredibly awful. It looked rather unpleasant and, for some mysterious and totally not lewd reasons, Rachael felt compelled to actually be a little more helpful in that regard.

"I can... help, can I?"

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"What?"

"With the milk. I can help a bit, just enough to make it less unpleasant."

Mora's mouth opened in surprise, then it closed. Then it opened again... and she hummed.

"Rachael... are you perhaps asking to drink my milk?"

Her cheeks burned brightly and gave away her current fascination as the Cow Prime giggled at that reaction and thought about it. "I suppose you could help a little bit. But I can say it's more to help yourself with it than me, am I right?"

So sultry and feisty. Rachael would have been shocked to the core at the scandalous proposal, but she was the one that offered and the one that wanted this to happen. It didn't take her long to nod and be introduced to the older woman's big tits and... now she could see it. The milk trailing down from the nipples and almost tempting her to jump in action. Rachael still had enough common sense to take it slow as she first had to fix herself in Mora's lap before being able to finally start dealing with her curiosity and see if reality was equally interesting or disappointing. The answer is 'neither' as what she found beat her expectations by a lot. Sweet. The milk tasted the sweetest she could imagine after just a first thought. It wasn't unpleasantly sweet, just enough sweet~. And warm. It made her eyelids drop a little bit at the unusually powerful combo that almost got her to fall asleep. And yet she couldn't since Mora's own hands were now grasping part of her butt and her chest, not roughly but... lovingly. Was that even possible? To be this intense in a physical interaction and yet so... caring? Rachael's confusion melted away at the pleasure of being treated so nicely by someone that she had been 'hating' so much. Something about that mere thought just made the entire process even more erotic.

Mora definitely felt her nipples, how wet she was and... and she really wanted some more than just that. The Cow Prime humming and lovingly stroke her hair while she suckled at her left nipple. Rachael couldn't help herself as soon as she started to purr, the affection just proving to be a lot more than she could handle and she felt just bliss in that hold. Maybe it was the kink of hers, the breastfeeding, or maybe Rachael just loved the overall interaction - but she ended up delivering an orgasm as soon as she felt the entire event just hit all the weak spots she had. Rachael felt lucky for wearing dark pants, she felt even luckier when Mora spoke up with a most glorious plan that she instantly nodded at.

"How about we continue this some more... in the shower by the bedroom for lunch's break? I want to return the favor, you know~?"

_ The Cat Prime was baffled by the entire escalation, but she would feel crazy in telling to herself this was bad for her. Quite the contrary, now the kitty wanted more than just a taste~. _

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AN

The Kitty came for reconciliation and left with a liter of two of breastfed milk to fill up her belly.

_ Ah yes, the kinks. By the way, I had a couple you need to help me test. _

I thought we agreed that we wouldn't have-

_ Not 'us'. I asked Naerie and- _

We are going to do it, John.

Wait, what about Shin?

He is currently with Hope. And I need to burn frustration for my boyfriend tagging along with an old flame of his.

That sounds like revenge sex-

Except I'm asking you more like a lonely girl needing affection.

I can tell you are lying through your teeth no matter how blank your expression is, but considering Shin is definitely going to get at it... the banging will happen. Maybe.

Yes.

_ Hold up, let me pick a camera and. _

No.

Nope!

_ Aw... _