Chapter 282 – The Milking God
Nothing was visible in the sky.
The power of destruction that is all black.
It was spitting out bitter ashes just like when it first set foot here.
Despair creeping down.
There is no end in sight.
How long will I have to fight the Archangel?
I got stronger.
He was enraged with [Hatred of non-milk target people], And he cut down and destroyed the Archangel to such an extent that counting tens, tens of thousands, and hundreds of millions of archangels became meaningless.
Accordingly, it was mercilessly torn, destroyed, and regenerated.
The series of motions I reach out to the archangel, the imagery I create to annihilate him, all feel futile.
Why are you doing this
The guy doesn’t die.
It is a destruction that will not disappear as long as the world exists.
The guy is dead
It is an inevitable end and a future that cannot be eliminated.
The more you fight, the more you understand.
That you can’t beat him.
Why am I here
Why am I fussing and fighting the archangel for nothing?
I came to prevent destruction.
But destruction was unstoppable.
It’s like being trapped in an eternity of time.
In the repeated battles, the god of milking is gradually broken.
Time was on his side.
The struggle with destruction was tediously repeated like a treadmill, and no matter how strong my will to kill him was, he only grew stronger.
Ah, the future is his domain.
The moment I realized this, an unbearable despair crept into me.
Wouldn’t it be foolish to stand against destruction?
If there is a beginning, there is an end, and if there is life, there is death. Destruction is something that will eventually happen in the future.
Even if you struggle to get rid of it, there will be only a difference in time, and destruction will come round and round anyway.
Guys don’t die.
There was a thick nail in my chest half dug into my heart.
The eyes are covered with an eyepatch.
One side of her vision seems to be blurred, and wings sprout from her back.
The black stingers were densely embedded, impeding movement.
The time buried, the abyss of sadness that cannot escape.
My body is so tight that I can’t even move my fingers.
The fluttering hair is colorless and odorless gray.
Am I becoming like him?
It was being assimilated into the power of destruction.
I want to run away.
If I continue to struggle like this meaninglessly, I want to pamper myself with my milking partners in the system world, buried in their breasts.
I wanted to throw everything away and be happy even for a minute or a second.
I want to eat breast milk, even though I drank so much.
I open my eyes again with the will of milking.
Still, I couldn’t back off.
The moment you run away, destruction pierces the world and chases you.
The fate of the world rests on my shoulders.
What the hell is the world
If I can’t beat him after milking him, then why am I doing this?
Wouldn’t it be better to fall down?
It might be better to give up all desires and rest.
I drank enough milk too.
Close your blinking eyes.
I almost fell asleep with my hands and feet hanging down, but I woke up again.
Want to breastfeed
The will to milk burns as infinite fuel.
He seemed to be about to fall, but he raised his head and got up.
Squeak.
At that moment, he was cut again by the archangel.
The guy was heartless.
He was a guy who didn’t want anything.
Repeat this time like a machine.
It goes towards destruction without any desire.
Even if I repeat this for tens of thousands of years, he will probably cut me down in the same state.
Time is on his side.
Motivation can be broken, but apathy is not.
As the death to come in the end, it digs up the flesh in silence.
“Aaaaa-“
He shouted loudly and ignited his passion.
I paint my women’s breasts.
Happiness that won’t fall even if you fall down.
If you stretch out your hand, it seems that you will catch that happiness.
Even if I repeat this with the archangel infinitely, I did not disappear.
Yet destruction will come.
I looked up at the clearing sky for a moment.
Even if a hot desire arises and the night sky pierced by the power of destruction is visible for a moment, it is soon trapped in fog and blurred.
“Haaaaa!”
He vomited his strength without stopping.
The night sky I saw earlier is visible again.
It will soon be obscured by the power of destruction, but I saw the twinkling starlight even for a moment.
“Kuaaaaa of-“
It was nice to see the starlight.
I fought against the archangel to see the starlight, even if it was only for a fleeting moment.
Then you realize
That the starlight spreading across the sky is like breast milk drops.
Dense and brightly shining dots are warm and warm.
I was desperate to see it.
*
Milky way.
The name was given because the stars floating in the sky look like breast milk.
Who could have imagined that?
That the galaxies flowing in the black night sky are rivers of mother’s milk.
Someone in ancient times had such an idea, so it must have been named like this.
I also knew the related myth.
In Greek mythology, the famous Heracles sucked the breast of Hera while he was asleep, and the spilled milk flow became the Milky Way.
Who had such a foolish and gracious imagination?
Breast milk and love in that starlight.
The love of milking may have been carried on for a long time since ancient times.
There’s no way you wouldn’t like it
It’s an act of receiving mother’s love.
An immature child is nourished, strengthened, and grows rapidly.
Breastfeeding is the act of raising children, and the happiness of a long history of conveying love and connecting lives.
There are even legends and folklore related to it.
It must be such a beloved milking day.
Can I stop
Is the love that connects the present and delivers to the future really meaningless?
Take off the blindfold over your eyes.
He removed the nail that had been dug into his heart.
I want to see that starlight longer.
Even if it is a small starlight in the night sky, even if it is hidden in the fog, I want to see and remember the love engraved in the starlight.
Aaaaang-
Raised spirits
Drives away the power of destruction that has been wandering around.
Even the archangel was swept away by the wave and moved away for a while.
Reach out your hand to the sky.
Putting aside the battle with the [Non-milking target], I wanted to see more starlight like breast milk.
Woo woo woo woo-
The power of destruction swirled and crushed in the whirling will of milking.
The night sky shines brightly.
I drank the pouring light.
In a single starlight, Lee Yu-na’s breast milk, Hong Wol-young’s breast milk, and the warmth of my milking partners that I treasured were buried.
Yes, I imagined this while looking up at the sky one day.
At the mountaintop annex near the paradise castle, I milked the party members and watched the pouring warm snow, dreaming that everything would become breast milk.
It can be done now.
‘Cause I’ve become a milking god
Milking the night sky
She poured out her milk hanging from the starlight.
Depending on the image, the white snow scatters.
Eyes filled with breast milk gently flowing down.
It was a miracle that the god of milking had accomplished.
Aaaaang-
Looking at breast milk, strength rises and crushes all the power of destruction in the atmosphere.
I removed the obstruction so that even one more drop of breast milk could spill out.
Even the archangel was restrained by the strong wind and could not move.
Slither.
Finally, breast milk eyes fell in front of me.
I caught the first snowflake that came down with my hand.
Took.
Droplets of breast milk melted at body temperature and dripped onto the palm of your hand.
It was the milk I drank.
It was milk from Lee Yu-na’s breast, milk squeezed from Hong Wol-yeong’s longing watermelon udder, milk extracted from Na-yeon Shin’s shy inverted nipples, and breast milk harvested from growing estrotaire breasts.
My precious drops of breast milk obtained by caressing and milking the milkers.
Licking.
Licked with tongue
All the hard work is purified in that one drop.
The mind wakes up and power like thunder surrounds the whole body.
I wanted to be milked.
Fire chemistry.
Swept the floor
The flower buds of destruction make a path of breast milk on the land where they have landed.
A river was formed so that the milk snow that fell from the sky could flow smoothly.
[It will disappear anyway. The miracle you accomplished for a while, the history, the moment, and the time will lose their meaning and be swallowed up in destruction.]
The archangel, who had been squashed and crushed like liquid, stood up.
The power of destruction spread in all directions around him.
The world seems to be dyed in darkness soon.
I blocked him by forming a spherical barrier.
Drops of milk were pouring from the sky.
Milk snow falls on my head and shoulders, and seeps into my heart.
Even with the power of destruction surrounding him, her breast milk eyes fleetingly grazed.
*
“Yes, everyone dies, and I accept that destruction will come at any moment. Understand the sadness of the long history.”
I nodded.
The Archangel accepted that it was the end of an unavoidable, unstoppable future.
“But I want to milk now. Just 1 minute 1 second right now is so enjoyable. As long as you can milk it, you have nothing to worry about perishing. Because the present is mine.”
Do we need to think about the future?
I’m happy right now milking.
If only I could milk myself, I would be happy even if the moment repeats itself forever.
We will not go out and humanity will continue its history.
The whole world was a white light.
The breast milk field I built.
The world is covered with love.
“Non-milking target. Won’t destroy you The anger towards the non-milking target can’t quench you. Milking only. I make you a milking target and seal it.”
I walked towards the archangel.
[Gibberish. What is the difference between a milking target and a non-milking target?]
She cut me with her sword
Even though I was cut by the sword, I recovered with the power of breast milk and approached again.
Hug the archangel
She was not caught.
Engrave the great power of destruction within me, and drive a nail into my heart.
[Milking]
Even as her vagina was torn and destroyed, she tried to milk her.
It is milking that stops destruction.
Even if she kills, she doesn’t die.
[Milking]
A nail like hers dug into my heart and made me aware of the hopelessness of the world.
Some cried because they couldn’t stand it, and some gave up because they were ashamed of themselves. Even those with nothing but greed closed their eyes in unfulfilled longing.
Destruction fills me.
[Milking]
I tried to milk her even as I was going to her demise.
I wanted to milk her, even if it would tear her me apart, destroy her, even if it would bring her to the same destruction as her.
There is no non-milking target in the world.
Everyone is my milking target.
[Milking]
I am also becoming extinct.
I accepted the power of destruction that I had rejected and tried to drive away.
She, like her, had her eyes covered with eyepatch and a spike had pierced her heart and protruded from her back.
The wings of her pain sprouted, and her hair was bleached at the end of futility.
It loses its light and becomes colorless.
[Milking]
Still, she caressed her breasts.
Even her me became her destruction, so I was able to reach her as her destruction and great destruction.
Destruction gropes at the breast of destruction.
Even though they are in pain from the nails that pressed each other, they recover a corner of their hearts through the body temperature felt in the hands holding their breasts.
[Huh?]
The archangel felt something was wrong.
A feeling was coming from her breast.
The power of her milking hunter caresses her, leading to her destruction.
A pleasure that was completely incomprehensible from destruction.
Milking is not something you do alone.
There is no point in milking your own milk.
It’s just me and the archangel here.
He hugged her and stroked her breasts.
An archangel that blooms with color.
His gray hair turned golden, and the black needles attached to his six wings fell off.
Her skin color is revealed and she shows off her beautiful physical beauty.
[Milking]
I also became like an archangel.
She accepted the power of destruction so much that her appearance changed to that of an archangel.
However, milking does not stop.
Because I want to be milked, ruined or not.
She slowly kneaded and sucked her milk.
While milking, the nail that had been piercing her heart comes off.
The power of destruction swirled together in the world of breast milk, and she felt the sad taste of breast milk.
“I will be by your side.”
The archangel sucked her milk and hugged her.
She is not alone
Milking is with you forever.
Having become her archangel, I gave her my milk to her.
Two angels embrace each other in the destruction that does not disappear.
At the end of the milking, I was quietly separated from the archangel.
With almost all of his powers wiped away, he looks at the shadow assimilated with the archangel.
