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Chapter 19: The story where a losing heroine might actually be a breast milk heroine ~ Anna Yanami
A baby's crying voice could be heard.
There was a crib with an attached mobile, and hanging toys that made rattling sounds. Several toy-shaped rattles danced through the air like they were flying, but the design felt old-fashioned. The paint was peeling in places, and the clown designs weren't stylized or deformed—they looked rather realistically creepy. It was cheerful yet bizarre, almost as if it might scare the child instead. White face paint, bright red hair, red and yellow stripes—yeah, no wonder that hamburger chain stopped using him as their mascot.
...?
This is weird.
Why am I right now carefully observing and critiquing baby products?
More importantly, isn't this perspective itself completely wrong?
"Alright, now that I've seen my husband off… I should probably do the breastfeeding soon, right?"
"Hey, is your tummy hungry?"
"If your tummy is hungry, little baby, raise your hand~♡"
...————!!
A person's face slowly appeared in the upward-looking view, moving smoothly into sight.
It was someone familiar—or rather, I recognized her by her voice: Yanami-san . No… was it really Yanami-san ?
...Everything about her was so big.
Even if she had failed her diet, the size was off. The Yanami-san I was looking up at now was much, much larger in scale than the one I knew. It wasn't just one part—it was her entire body that felt abnormally huge.
Or perhaps the one with this bizarre perspective—me—was the abnormal one.
...I had a vague feeling about this.
"There, there, good boy, good boy♡"
"You really are such a quiet baby. That calm, philosophical look—you must have inherited it from your father, huh?"
I was lifted up into her arms. Approaching arms, and Yanami-san 's face getting even closer as I was raised higher.
It felt obviously bigger because I was so small.
...Wait, have I really turned into a baby??
The incoherent "au au" baby babble coming from my own mouth, the tiny chubby hands visible at the edge of my vision—everything belonged to me. Without even needing a mirror, I could accurately sense my own smallness and vulnerability from what I could see and hear.
There was almost no doubt: this body definitely needed diapers.
"Aah, you're crying… there, there, it's okay~ You're such a good little baby~"
...————!!
I couldn't move. Or rather, I had no sensation of moving at all. I was completely powerless, lying there unresisting like I was under sleep paralysis. Yet I could still feel the faint wiggling of my tiny arms and legs.
Had I somehow possessed a baby? Or was this the "I got reincarnated as a baby" trope?
Had I been reborn as Yanami-san 's child??
"Yes, little baby, time for your milk♡… Nn, here we go."
...Buruun!!
There it was—the breast I recognized.
It had a lovely shape, nicely full and ripe, with excellent elasticity. Even though I knew Yanami-san wasn't as large as Himemiya-san, I also knew her breasts were nothing to look down on.
I knew that because I had seen them, touched them, and sucked on them many times.
Healthy, fair skin with soft pink areolas, and the perky, protruding nipples at the tips—I had lost count of how many times my eyes had been stolen by them.
Even after becoming a wife, those fruits were still incredibly attractive. Just looking at them made saliva well up in my mouth. My empty stomach ached with hunger.
"Ahaha, you want it that badly? Okay, okay, here it comes~"
...Munyuu, purun.
It pressed against my face. The ultimate cushion—perfect balance of bouncy firmness and soft warmth—enveloped my tiny face. Yanami-san carefully adjusted her hold so she wouldn't smother me, gently rocking and shifting her body until she positioned the leaking tip right at my small mouth.
The pink, glistening nipple, already beading with droplets of milk, was pressed against the lips of this body's owner.
My senses were drowning, yet I was clearly aware that I was drinking something.
I was sucking hard, pressing with my tongue, desperately drawing out the liquid. And the taste of that milk was—
... Yanami-san 's breast milk!!
Just what kind of flavor was it—?
"Pat pat… Good boy. Drink lots, okay~♡… My breasts♡… Drink plenty of Anna Yanami's breast milk and grow up big and strong♡"
...——————!!
What kind— what kind of taste—?
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"————!?"
...Thud.
"————..."
I wasn't looking at the ceiling. There was no one holding me.
What I could recognize now was my own body collapsed face-down on the floor, lower half dangling limply off the bed.
My arms and legs were long. No—this was the correct scale.
Muscles and skeleton sufficiently developed, the body of a high school boy who had just begun to fill out—I was back in my real self.
"————..."
I was awake. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say I had cooled down.
As usual, thanks to Kaki's strict management, I woke up at a regular time.
Waking up felt refreshing, and the dream I had just seen would probably fade away soon.
Even so, I had only just woken up, so the images were still vivid. But there was no continuation. It was a dream that ended abruptly, which was fine, but somehow…
"Okay, calm down… Nn… This isn't something that just started recently. My dreams are either really bad or way too good."
I thought back.
It had only been recently. After I crossed the line with Yanami-san —yes, by pure chance I ended up crossing that line with Yanami-san and built what you could call a friends-with-benefits relationship.
After that, one thing led to another, and eventually I ended up getting involved with all three girls from the Literature Club. Because of that, I often had dreams like this. So it wasn't anything new anymore.
"…It's all because of those three. It's not like I'm the perverted one."
Yes, having lewd dreams wasn't my own fault—it was someone else's. If anything, I was in a position where I could file a complaint.
After all, my recent student life—no, student sex life—consisted of piling up sexual acts day after day. In a state like that, having erotic dreams was only natural. Many times, things that happened at school would flash back in my dreams, and I'd end up getting "defeated" again while asleep.
That's why I tried not to think about it. Dreams disappear quickly anyway. I might remember later that I had seen something like this, but with my good ability to fall asleep, I'd probably digest the dream like foam and forget it.
...Yes, it's breast milk time~
"…!!"
It still hadn't disappeared.
No, it should disappear soon.