530: Milk Theories
Hm, maybe I should add a little to my Stamina Pool, just in case. Beatrice, for once, departed from her Eros Craft tree and found a suitable analog to her passive [Arousal Pool] Skill.
Skill Name: Stamina Pool
Rank: F
Type: Combat Craft / Passive
Cost: -
Cooldown: -
Description: Increases Stamina Points cap by 10 Points and additional 2 Points per level.
Minimum Requirements:
Character level: 3
It’ll do, for now, Beatrice concluded and purchased the Skill, leaving three Skill Points in reserve.
Stamina Points
312/464 (+0.95/sec)
Alright, the System added 84 Stamina Points to the ones I had before. Though even while we were just talking, I already lost 7 Points. Better pick up the pace… Thinking that Beatrice looked at the captive Purple Cape that Olivia interrogated just a minute ago.
“Where are the captives from the Wholesome Inn?” Beatrice asked the captive guard.
“Oh, I know this!” the man lit up, eager to prove his usefulness. “They’re really close actually; you stopped just short of reaching them!”
Beatrice and Ember exchanged glanced, then Beatrice said, “Alright, lead us to them! Milkafied, let go of his limbs, but stay close, in case he tries anything funny.”
The milk slaves obeyed and let go of all four of the man’s limbs, though one still held his grip from behind around the man’s chest.
“You can let go of his chest too… I’m sure it doesn’t have any milk.”
“Aw,” the milk slave let go.
“Oh, just to add to what Beatrice said earlier,” Ember spoke up. “If you lead us into a trap or ambush of any kind, you’ll wish we’d just let you suck on Grizwald’s fat milk tits.”
The guard swallowed hard and nervously smiled, “I’m not nearly brave or smart enough to try something so suicidal.”
“Move it, then!” Olivia commanded impatiently.
“Yes, ma’am!” the guard straightened his back and rushed ahead at a brisk pace.
“Ma’am?” Olivia grimaced.
“Pfft,” Ember snickered.
The guard did seemingly keep up his promise and swiftly led Beatrice and Co to the captives through the hallways that grew increasingly quiet.
“Our big friend must be running out of Purples to enslave,” Ember observed with a smile.
They did run across one survivor though. A captive survivor, dragged kicking and screaming from one hall to another by three milk slaves.
“Jim??” he exclaimed when he saw his comrade act as a guide to the Demon Fucker that started this mess, and her sex slaves. “YOU TRAI-... TRUSTED FRIEND! BUDDY!! HELP!! … OH, COME ON! It’s me! George!! Your best friend!!! R-remember that one time I gave you my ration!? I can help too! What do you all need!? I know everything! Much more than Jim! GODS, PLEASE!! For the love I have for your sister, please help!!”
“Oh, please do!” Ember merrily egged Jim on.
Jim clenched his fists, straightened his back even more, and as he walked past George, he said, “you gave me that ration as a bribe so that I’d convince my sister to suck you off. She always found you disgusting by the way! Go suck on something else, now!”
“… YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! DIE!! You’ll die! Traitor! Spineless coward! I hope the Demon Fucker fucks you in the ass while Flavna rips out your teeth one by one!! I hope you choke on demon cocks!! Spineless dick! I never liked you!! Nobody ever liked you! We all laughed at you! Even Pete laughed with us at how pathetic you are! That’s how pathetic you are!”
George’s screams grew increasingly distant as he was dragged away out of sight, to the Lactating Minion.
“Do you think he’ll remember any of this after drinking some delicious milk?” Ember asked Jim. “Hm… In the state these milk addicts are, if we turn you too and have you and George reunited, will there be any noticeable difference in your behavior?”
“W-wha?” Jim staggered and grew increasingly pale. “You promised—”
“I don’t recall promising anything,” Ember lightly shook her head.
“Ignore her,” Olivia said.
“I was just wondering,” Ember shrugged. “Like if they both fight for Grizwald’s titty, will they fight any more fiercely than the others? Oh! Is your sister anywhere close? I wonder if she’s drinking milk someplace nice. What about her? Would she drink some of George’s cock milk? Would he care in his state? If he wanted to get your sister to suck him off that badly, what would he prefer now? Getting sucked off or sucking for some milk himself?
“Oh, and if they ever return back to normal, will they remember what they did while in this state? What, do you think, Jim? Will your sister remember drinking cock milk? Which do you think she’ll find a better experience in her sane mind? Without a doubt, right now they all prefer Grizwald’s milk. But after? Maybe her female nature will lead her to find the cock milk to have been better. What if he somehow were to prevent her from drinking any more of Grizwald’s milk in exchange for all the cock milk of all the guards? Would she be grateful? Beatrice, there’s so much we need to test out with these Purples!”
“We have more important things to take care of now!” Beatrice said while uneasy about how much of what Ember said was just to torment their captive and how much of it she would very much want to try out just for easy laughs.