Chapter 349: What’s That Sweet Smell?
Leona quickly cleared her throat, realising how disrespectful Nyx’s comment was.
"Directly below the Queen, there are two prominent figures."
"First is the Commander of the The Galloping Vanguard, the Queen’s First Sword and Shield."
"You actually briefly saw her during the diplomatic summit."
Luca’s mind immediately conjured the image of the tall, striking figure from two weeks ago.
The woman with the proud posture, the striking silver hair tied into a sharp ponytail, and eyes so fiercely stubborn they looked capable of cutting through steel.
"She’s the Supreme Commander of all the female centaurs."
Leona explained, her voice carrying a note of genuine respect.
"Her discipline is ironclad."
"She never compromises on her values."
"And her leadership is so profoundly inspiring that her knights would gladly march into a hopeless, suicidal battle just because she commanded it."
Leona’s expression then turned slightly strained.
"But as for her personal demeanor...well, she is the definition of unyielding."
Luca grinned. "You already said all Centaurs are stubborn."
"No, Luca. She is the source of their stubbornness."
Leona clarified, rubbing her temples in exhaustion.
"If she sets her mind on a specific ideal or rule, she will follow it to the absolute grave, completely ignoring all common sense."
"Dealing with her can be a bureaucratic nightmare because she refuses to bend even a millimeter."
Luca’s smirk deepened. An unyielding, fiercely proud knight commander?
To him, it sounded like the ultimate challenge—a perfect mix of taming a wild stallion and breaking a proud warrior.
The thought sent a jolt of pure excitement through his veins.
"She also has a little sister as well, who’s second in command." Nyx added, still playing with Lulu’s sensitive ears.
Lulu had completely melted against her aunt’s soft breasts, her protests fading into contented murmurs.
"A little sister?" Luca asked. "What’s she like?"
Nyx’s expression grew awkward.
"Well...I’ll just say that she’s really an oddball."
"An oddball?" Luca repeated. "What does that mean?"
Nyx shrugged helplessly.
"I can’t say much without going into detail, which you obviously don’t want. But I’ll definitely say this—she’s different from the rest of the Centaurs."
She gave a playful gaze. "She goes against all their values and whatever. She’s basically the weirdo out of the group, who sticks out the most."
Luca’s curiosity was burning now.
What could be so strange about a Centaur that even Nyx was intrigued by her?
Before he could ask more, Luna returned from the small kitchen area, carrying a tray of herbal tea.
"Here we are!" She announced cheerfully, distributing cups to everyone present.
"I’ve been experimenting with this new recipe. It’s supposed to be especially good for pregnant women."
"Strengthens the baby and helps with the mother’s energy."
Leona took her cup and downed it in one gulp, then immediately made a bitter face.
"That’s..." She paused, swallowing hard. "That’s certainly...robust."
Lulu looked down at her own cup in disgust.
"I don’t want it." She whined, pushing the cup away. "It’s so bitter! Every time I drink this stuff, my tongue dies! I can’t taste anything for hours afterward!"
"Lulu." Luna said sternly, her hands on her hips. "You absolutely must drink the tea. It’s good for you and good for your baby."
"But it tastes like poison!" Lulu cried out, digging her heels in.
Luna knew exactly how her sister’s competitive mind worked, so she leaned in with a sly, calculating smile.
"Fine. Don’t drink it. But let me remind you that if I keep drinking this tea every day, my baby is going to grow up incredibly tall, powerful, and bursting with vibrant health."
"In a few years, when our children are playing together in the courtyard, my child is going to completely dominate yours because your baby will be so weak and tiny from lacking nutrients."
Lulu’s jaw dropped. A look of profound shock and horrific realization washed over her face.
"No way...I can’t let that happen! My baby can’t be bullied by yours!"
With a look of grim determination, Lulu grabbed her tea cup and downed the entire contents in one go.
"Arghh—!"
The sheer bitterness instantly hit her throat, causing her to violently choke and splutter.
Luna patted her sister’s back gently, a smug smile on her face.
"There, there." She cooed. "It’s good for you. And think of it this way—your baby is going to be so strong. Much stronger than mine."
Lulu continued coughing, tears streaming down her cheeks. But there was a determined set to her jaw.
"I’ll...I’ll do it for my baby." She wheezed. "For my precious little one."
Luca watched the entire scene with an amused expression.
This was exactly what he loved about being here—the love, the family bonds that were so strong they could withstand anything.
But even as he watched Lulu struggle with her tea, a part of his mind was already racing ahead.
’The Centaurs.’ He thought. ’I’m finally going to meet them.’
Ever since he had come to this world, he had dreamed of exploring all the different races, learning about their cultures, understanding their customs.
The Elf Village had been amazing—he had literally everything he could ever want here.
Beautiful wives, endless love, complete freedom.
He could snap his fingers right now and have every single elf in the room serve him like an absolute king. He could set up an orgy on the spot and fill dozens of holes like any man would dream of.
But he wanted more.
He wanted to explore the other races. He wanted to see the world. He wanted to meet new people and forge new alliances.
So when the invitation from the Centaurs came, it felt like a dream come true.
’This is what I came here for.’ He thought. ’This is what I’ve been waiting for.’
He was excited. Incredibly excited. He felt like a child on the morning of a festival.
But there was something strange about the invitation. Just like Nyx had said, it wasn’t formal enough. It wasn’t proper. Something was off.
But Luca didn’t care.
’No matter what it is, I’m ready to deal with it.’ He thought, already brimming with excitement. ’As long as I’m given a chance. And since that chance has arrived...
He grinned to himself.
’Let’s go!’
—
Meanwhile, Leona was also thinking about the Centaurs.
She was considering contacting them back for more information, trying to get a better sense of what was going on.
But then she noticed Nyx approaching her with a strange look on her face.
Without warning, she leaned in and began aggressively sniffing the air around Leona.
Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!
Leona tensed up, her face flushing as she staggered back.
"Wait—what are you doing, Nyx? Why are you sniffing me like a hunting hound?"
Nyx didn’t answer. Her nose flared as she followed the scent trail down Leona’s body, her eyes locking onto her older sister’s chest.
Before Leona could react, Nyx buried her face straight into Leona’s deep, bountiful cleavage.
"Nyx!" Leona shrieked. "Seriously What are you doing?!"
But Nyx didn’t respond. She just kept pushing her face deeper into the soft valley between Leona’s breasts, inhaling deeply.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes were wide with surprise.
"What is that smell, Leona?" She asked, her voice filled with suspicion. "That sweet aroma coming from your breasts?"
Leona’s face went pale. She knew exactly what Nyx was talking about.
"W-What smell?" She said quickly, her voice high and nervous. "I don’t understand, Nyx. There’s no smell at all!"
Nyx wasn’t convinced. She sniffed Leona once more, her nose practically pressing against her sister’s smooth cleavage.
"There’s definitely a smell." She insisted. "A thick, sweet, creamy smell coming off you."
Leona tried to deflect.
"That’s actually because I had a session with Luca before I came here! It’s probably the musk that was roaming around. How embarrassing!"
"I should put on some sort of fragrance to push that away—"
She tried to escape, but Nyx grabbed her arm, holding her in place.
"No." Nyx said firmly. "I know the scent of sex. I’ve gotten very used to it over the past month. I already detected that on you."
"But there’s something else, something creamier. Something much more thick and sweet."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"What exactly is that?"
Leona opened her mouth, desperately searching for an excuse—
"That? Oh, that’s just her breast milk."
The room went completely silent.
Luca had spoken without thinking, casually dropping the bombshell as if he were commenting on the weather.
All four women turned to stare at him.
"What?" Lulu’s jaw dropped. "Mother already has milk in her breasts!? But doesn’t that happen in three months?! How is that even possible?"
Luna’s eyes narrowed in deep thought.
"No wonder her chest looked so impossibly massive today. I thought it felt remarkably softer last night when Luca was railing the both of us at the same time against the headboard..."
Nyx’s expression shifted from confusion into the predatory look of a wolf that had just spotted the most delicious delicacy in the forest.
"Breast milk, huh...?" She purred, her hands immediately reaching out to cup and heft both of Leona’s heavy, swollen breasts.
"Hold on! You guys, stop it! Calm down!" Luna protested, her voice laced with frustration as the situation rapidly devolved.
But nobody was listening to her.
Nyx was already enthusiastically kneading Leona’s chest, squeezing the plush flesh to see if a drop would escape, while Lulu and Luna instinctively flanked Luca from both sides.
"When did you even start lactating, Mother!?" Luna demanded, her scientific curiosity warring with her jealousy. "How did Luca trigger it?"
"Tell me the secret too!" Lulu pleaded, her eyes wide. "It’s totally unfair that you get an abundant food source early! I want bigger breasts too!"
"I also want to taste my own milk! Please, Mother, how did you do it?!"
Leona stammered, her voice shaking as she tried to defend her modesty against Nyx’s relentless groping.
"I—I don’t know! Luca was just playing with my chest like he always does..."
She paused, thinking about how Luca could never keep his hands to himself.
Whether it was slapping her ass, fingering her, or playing around with her breasts, he was constantly touching her, constantly seeking contact.
"And then." She continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "He squeezed a little too hard on my nipples, and it just...it just came out all of a sudden."
"We were both surprised at the time, but it happened."
Instantly, the gaze of all three pregnant elves locked onto Luca.
Their eyes lit up with a dangerous, insatiable breeding fire. To them, Luca was no longer just their husband, he was the ultimate catalyst.
"Luca!"
"Hero!"
"Darling!"
They chanted his name in unison, descending upon him like a pack of starved succubi.
Before he could even utter a word of caution, all three women aggressively ripped their garments open.
Three pairs of massive, heavy breasts—gorgeously swollen and engorged from the early stages of pregnancy were thrust directly into his face.
Combined with the allure of their soft, round baby bumps underneath, the sight was a breathtaking display of pure fertility.
