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Chapter 47: In the Same Boat 

“You drink well. Want another?” 

“Yes, please.” 

When Milk held out the bottle, she poured it into his glass. He downed it in one gulp. That was his second glass. The sharp, tangy taste hit her hard, and she almost coughed, but she held it in, watching Milk’s expression. 

They’d both had two glasses, but he showed no change in expression. In fact, he poured a third glass for himself, grabbed a snack, and drank again as if he enjoyed it. 

Not to be outdone, she poured herself a third glass and emptied it just as quickly. But something felt odd. 

She hadn’t noticed with the first or second glass, but by the third, the sharp and tangy flavors faded, replaced by a pronounced sweetness. 

‘It’s good...’ 

Her face flushed, her body temperature rose, and she began to sweat; her eyes were starting to glaze over Valen was getting drunk. 

Once she started to feel tipsy, the sharp and tangy flavors faded, leaving only the sweetness a dangerous kind of drink. Unaware, she kept downing it in big gulps, so it was inevitable she’d get drunk. 

“Want another?” 

Milk’s voice brought her back. With bleary eyes, Valen looked at him, dizzy, but accepted the drink he offered. 

If she refused now, it would feel like she’d lost the drinking contest, so she forced herself to accept. 

They both downed a fourth glass in one go. Valen, now completely glassy-eyed, grinned at Milk. 

‘She’s getting drunk, huh?’ 

She kept grinning, then suddenly shot him a scary glare, set down her glass, and reached out to pinch Milk’s cheek. 

“Ugh!” 

She started slurring her words, drunkenly scolding him as she pinched his cheek. 

“Hey! You keep messing around? You think you can mess with me? You punk!” 

‘She’s gone...’ 

Her favorability was already at –70. He thought it might hit –90, but he’d underestimated the difference in alcohol tolerance between humans and Holstaurus. 

She’d already had four glasses big bowls, not tiny cups. No way she could handle it. 

Thinking the drink was precious, she’d started slow, but after three glasses, the sweetness took over, and by the fourth, she was too drunk to realize the danger. 

Human nobles, thinking of their dignity, would sip tiny amounts from glass cups, but Holstaurus would fill up a big bowl and drink heartily. 

Valen, drinking the Holstaurus way from start to finish, couldn’t keep up and got completely wasted. 

Even as her eyes glazed over, she kept expressing her resentment toward Milk, pinching his cheeks. She was drunk, so she tried to use force, but it wasn’t very strong. 

“You little brat! You think humans are a joke? A joke?! Damn! Ugh, you demi-human, acting all high and mighty with a great human like me ugh! You little squirt!” 

‘Here it comes. Rambling nonsense.’ 

As she started rambling, a classic sign of drunkenness, Milk gave a wry smile, grabbed her shoulders, and gently pressed her back into her chair to calm her down. 

“Okay, okay you’re pretty drunk. Just sit and get your bearings. Here’s some water. Drink up.” 

He picked up a bottle actually more alcohol and poured it into her mouth, pretending it was water. 

Valen gulped it down, draining the bottle as if it were water, until she finally collapsed onto the chair. 

“Hic! Oh... hic! Uh... ah...” 

Her drunken moans sounded almost sensual, a sign of just how drunk she was. 

‘Time to carry out the final plan.’ 

He clapped twice, and the women waiting outside came in, quietly cleaned up the table, and began undressing the half-asleep Valen. 

Finally, Buren poured a small glass of medicine into Valen’s mouth and covered her mouth to make her swallow. 

“The priest said she’ll sober up in about an hour.” 

“Thanks. Now everyone, please leave.” 

“But... was all this really necessary? If you liked her, you could’ve just taken her...” 

She thought it was excessive effort just to get a human woman drunk and asked Milk about it. He couldn’t exactly explain that he wanted to drop her favorability to the bottom before rebounding it, so he just brushed it off. 

“Humans and Holstaurus are different. Humans have lots of men, so women don’t automatically revere or feel attracted to men.” 

“Really? Strange species.” 

‘Honestly, from their perspective, we’re probably just as weird...’ 

They went around half-naked, women were bigger than men, men were rare, and even incest was encouraged. Not being considered strange would be strange. 

“Anyway, I’ll handle it from here. You can go.” 

“Fine hmph today was supposed to be my turn. You’ll owe me for this ” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Buren left. Now only Milk and Valen were in the room. Valen, naked on the bed, was completely passed out. 

‘She’ll wake up in an hour, so I’d better get started.’ 

[Good luck. I’ll let you know the moment her favorability hits –100. I’ll begin support work in the background for mental stability.] 

‘Thanks, Ru.’ 

Milk climbed onto the bed and began caressing the drunken Valen’s body. She probably couldn’t feel much, but if he took his time, she’d respond eventually. 

‘If this were my old world, this would be a crime...’ 

It was a crime here too, really. The only difference was that punishment was more lenient, and money could get you off the hook. 

He sucked and gently bit Valen’s nipples, but no milk came out. As a former human, he found the human body fascinating now. 

‘She looked skinny, but she’s actually got some curves.’ 

Valen was plumper than she appeared pleasantly so, not fat. She’d looked slim because of the corset she wore to cinch her waist. 

Still, it wasn’t a bad body. After seeing only Holstaurus, a human’s more human-like figure was surprisingly arousing. 

After a while, her vagina began to get wet. Milk kissed her, their tongues entwined as he passionately caressed her. 

“Mmm! Mmm!” 

Even in her daze, she seemed to feel pleasure, occasionally moaning into his mouth. 

Slap, slap! 

Like he’d seen in adult videos, Milk slapped her vulva with his palm. 

“Ah!” 

A short, sharp moan escaped as Valen squirmed. She didn’t seem to mind. 

‘Her sensitivity isn’t bad.’ 

He flicked her nipples a few times, then pinched her clitoris maybe a bit harder than he should, as payback for her pinching his cheeks earlier. 

“Hngh!” 

Valen’s back arched, and her vagina gushed fluid, opening up completely. 

‘Not a virgin...’ 

There had been many obstacles on her way to becoming steward. Overcoming them, she’d long since lost her virginity. 

The last person she’d been with was a kind member of her merchant caravan, but to reach the vice-steward’s position, she’d had to deal with plenty of scoundrels. 

There had been many dirty, awful things, but that was all in the past. Whatever her past, now she was just a helper for Milk’s achievement quest nothing more, nothing less. 

‘Let’s just do it briefly, then.’ 

Milk, now erect, pressed just the tip of his exposed inner penis into her vagina. 

‘Ugh! Tight... As expected, humans are so narrow.’ 

Unlike Holstaurus women, who had tough, elastic vaginas to accommodate their species’ males, human women’s vaginas were much tighter, adapted for smaller human men. 

He forced his penis in, but even with just the tip, it was already full. He moved gently, trying to enjoy what little space there was. 

“Haa... haa!” 

Even in her drunken sleep, Valen seemed to enjoy it, moving her hips in her sleep. 

“Oh, come on I’m the steward now ah, Steward Bafle, you can’t ah!” 

Was she dreaming of a former partner? Milk didn’t care to know. 

Valen’s vagina contracted and relaxed, stimulating Milk’s penis, and more fluid lubricated him, making it easier to move. 

Worried he might hurt her if he thrust too hard, Milk moved carefully, but soon ejaculated quickly. 

‘Ugh! Haa... this is tough, too.’ 

The sleep phase was just for form’s sake. What he was really after was what would happen next. If he had proper sex with her now, her favorability might rebound before it hit rock bottom. 

So he finished quickly, left his semen inside her, and lay beside her, pretending to sleep and waiting for her to wake up. 

About an hour later, as Buren had said, Valen woke up as the medicine wore off. 

“Huh?” 

She looked around, not understanding what had happened an unfamiliar ceiling, a strange bed, a pleasant sensation, and a warm body temperature. 

She looked around, then down, and was shocked to see the young chief’s face pressed to her chest. 

‘Oh my god! Oh my god!!! What is this?! Did I get drunk and sleep with the chief? Did I really give my body to a filthy demi-human?!’ 

No, it can’t be! She denied it in her mind, but when she saw the huge penis wedged between her thighs, she was shocked again. 

“No, this can’t be... No way!” 

Still clinging to hope, she slipped her fingers between her thighs and probed her vagina, hoping that maybe they’d just slept together, maybe just cuddled. 

But that hope turned to despair. Her face twisted in horror as she saw her fingers coated in Milk’s thick semen. 

“Sigh...” 

She’d been prejudiced against demi-humans. Now, not only had she gotten drunk and had sex with one, but she’d even taken his seed into her body. 

Unbearable shame and humiliation washed over her, followed by self-loathing. She covered her face with her hands and began to cry. 

‘Sob... What is this... Why did I... What is this!!!’ 

Milk, pretending to wake up, saw her crying and patted her on the shoulder. 

“Did it hurt? You enjoyed it so much last night, but I guess it hurts now that it’s over?” 

Of course, that wasn’t very comforting. Hearing his words, Valen glared at him and slapped him hard. 

Slap!