"Huh? You want me to hug you and pat your head?"
💬 Live Chat— AnonymousYeah— S-Rank 5th VirginiaHeuuung... Milf-mom, I was so tired today...
In the church interior filled with bright energy, a slender blonde woman was gazing at her monitor screen, chatting with her viewers.
Her name was S-Rank 9th Saint Elia, currently 21 years old.
Among domestic healers who had awakened healing abilities, she was considered the top Hunter in both fame and skill.
"Goodness, you all are such hopeless spoiled brats... Alright, I got it."
To connect with her fans, she made an effort to run personal broadcasts in her spare time and maintain close relationships.
"There, there... My cute little boy."
— AnonymousKyaaaa ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ— AnonymousThis country bumpkin lol
...Of course, there were some Hunters among the viewers with rather suspicious tastes.
Smooth, smooth.
Today as well, viewers poured out their desperate requests before her sacred maternal love.
Her glossy golden hair cascaded down to her waist, paired with clear, ocean-blue aquamarine eyes.
Though her shoulders and height were petite, her chest rose slightly in gentle swells. A slim waist flowed into hips with a touch of plumpness.
Despite her small frame, her legs stretched out slender and long, giving her perfect proportions.
With soft palms, delicate features, lips tinged with pink, pristine white skin, and beautifully extended lashes, she resembled the Madonna herself.
"You must have had a tough day, huh? Mommy will hold you now..."
Squeeze.
— AnonymousHuuuueeeek ㅋㅋㅋㅋ— AnonymousLoli milf hug incoming wwwwww— AnonymousI smell milk from the screen, is that normal?— AnonymousThat's a mental illness ㅇㅇ— AnonymousDamn, she looks so flat but I wanna nuzzle that warm softness
Whenever she occasionally hugged the mic to her chest, the chat would explode.
Knock knock.
Suddenly, a knock came from the door.
"Elia? We were supposed to meet today—mind if I come in?"
"You're here, Ms. Ersia!"
The voice from beyond the door belonged to her longtime colleague Ersia, so she replied gladly.
— AnonymousErsia???— AnonymousWhat's this collab?— AnonymousOh chicken ㅋㅋㅋㅋ— AnonymousPlump collab ain't bad— S-Rank 5th VirginiaShut your chicken coop bitch mouth!!!
"U-um! Hold on, I'm ending the stream real quick!"
Click!
The viewers flooded the chat with excitement over the new guest, but Elia hurriedly hit the end broadcast button and went to greet her.
— Anonymous???— AnonymousIt's cold mommy...— AnonymousWhat? We got abandoned?— S-Rank 5th Virginia●▅▇█▇▆▅▄▇— AnonymousMommy!!!!!!!
The abandoned viewers threw fits in an instant, but Elia had something more important to attend to, so there was no helping it.
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"Haha... Thanks for welcoming me on such short notice."
"No, no. You're precious to us, Sister, so this much is only natural."
Elia sat facing Ersia across the table, sipping tea and chatting amiably.
"So, what's this about?"
"Well, you see..."
Eventually, Ersia poured her heart out to Korea's most renowned healer, telling her everything.
From the method to advance to 9th Circle all the way to the news that she'd hit menopause in a year.
"..."
Once her story wrapped up, Elia fiddled with her soft hands, her face deep in thought.
"Growth acceleration can be handled with time magic, but the ovaries are the real issue..."
"Yeah."
Even she, a healer and saint, could only groan in frustration with her chin propped up, no easy solution coming to mind...
"Elia~!!! Feed me!!!!"
"Hm?"
A loud, shrill voice echoed from inside the saint's mansion—specifically, the largest treatment room.
Could this voice be...
"Ms. Scarlet! Just a moment, I'll whip something up right away!"
"Argh~ My stomach's sticking to my back?"
Clack.
Entering the treatment room with Elia, a girl wrapped head to toe in bandages was whining loudly.
"Scarlet Heart?"
"Auntie?"
The longtime little sister figure flinched in surprise at the sight of me, looking flustered.
"What are you doing here?"
"...I got hurt."
However, her cute pink-haired little girl appearance was nowhere to be seen.
Her body was a mess of splints and bandages—a textbook critical patient.
"To advance her circles in Ms. Ersia's absence, Ms. Scarlet fought solo against two S-Rank Monsters."
"I see..."
"Ehey! Don't spill patient info willy-nilly?!"
S-Rank 2nd, the magical girl Scarlet Heart.
She was a powerhouse Hunter right behind me, a melee combat master who annihilated foes with flashy magical girl powers.
Thinking she'd gotten hurt filling in for my absence made my heart heavy.
How tough must it have been for such a tiny girl...
"Scarlet..."
Squeeze!
"Auntie! I said no hugs, it's suffocating...!"
In the end, I couldn't help but pull her into a tight embrace out of pity.
Maybe I'd grown strangely sentimental since becoming a woman.
"Guhk... Can't... breathe..."
Just then, as Scarlet Heart struggled in Ersia's massive bosom, barely able to draw breath...
"Eek?!"
"You tit monster chicken coop bitch! I almost suffocated!!!"
Squeeze!
Face flushed beet red and fuming, Scarlet grabbed Ersia's breasts with both hands and yanked.
"Hic...?! My boobs are ruined..."
"Get ruined! Uselessly huge-titted auntie!"
In truth, the person Scarlet was most jealous of was Ersia.
"Ugh, you're way older than me, and yet so damn popular!"
Not only was Ersia stronger, but her actual popularity and support far outstripped Scarlet's.
Scarlet was mid-thirties, Ersia late forties...
Yet people showered Ersia with praise and encouragement, while Scarlet got hit with vicious labels like 'slut' and 'auntie' without mercy.
"Th-that's... 'cause you change boyfriends every month..."
"Shut your trap!"
Of course, Scarlet did actively leverage her cute looks for flings with young guys.
"Life without young cock has no meaning!"
"Uh... yeah."
As she declared it with tears streaming down her resolute face, Ersia numbly nodded, breasts still clutched.
"Fwaaaah..."
"Ah, Elia... This is..."
Meanwhile, Elia, eavesdropping on their talk, blushed and looked down, unaccustomed to such lewd topics.
"...Let's eat first and talk."
"Sure."
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"So, you've advanced to 8th Circle now... but hitting 9th means giving birth to 100 kids? That's bullshit, right?"
"Pretty much."
"Whoa, birthing 100 brats? Ain't that straight-up impossible?"
With Scarlet Heart joining at the table, the three dug into Elia's homemade snacks as they discussed.
"It's not impossible per se. Acceleration magic should handle the time issue somehow."
"Munch munch... But the real problem's your worn-out auntie womb, right?"
"Yeah, pretty much..."
Scarlet stuffed her mouth full of tteokbokki, mumbling around her puffed cheeks.
"Or there's that psycho tentacle villain who does body mods."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, one of my fellow magical girls got turned into a broodmother by him and retired."
Emily's story was a bit out there, but it felt like a clue not to miss.
"Tell me more."
"Gulp... Whew, what was it? Ovaries modded to ovulate till death? And her womb got super tough—enough to birth a minotaur, they say."
Normally it'd be some sleazy, vulgar tale, but in my current situation, it was damn useful info.
My ovaries and womb were aged, so if things stayed like this, I might fail 9th Circle promotion.
"When we rescued her, she was a mess—not recommending unless you're desperate."
"Thanks, Scarlet."
"N-not like it's anything to thank me for..."
Expressing my gratitude for the info she'd spilled, Scarlet blushed shyly.
"Hey, auntie."
"Yeah."
"I'm half-crippled right now, y'know? Go win this with that strength of yours."
"Don't worry. I'll protect everyone."
"Hmph..."
With that, I etched another reason to fight into my heart.
It wouldn't be easy... but if bearing children let me protect the ones I cared for, I'd do it gladly.
"Hehe, now that our three musketeers are all here, how about a toast?"
Still, since we were gathered, might as well have some fun.
"Sounds good!"
"I'll do the toast! To young, firm cocks!!!"
"...Ms. Scarlet, no alcohol for you."
"..."
Of course, the hyped-up Scarlet deflated instantly under Elia's stern glare.
"By the way, auntie, who's your opponent this time?"
As we laughed and chatted, Scarlet sipped her grape juice and casually asked.
"Hm? Oh... Zephyros, I think."
"Pfft! That old bachelor finally ascending, huh..."
"Huh?"
"Nothing! Uahaha!!!"
Her subtle smile gave me an odd sense of unease, but I brushed it off as nothing and continued eating.
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"Hmm, this the place?"
After sending a cooperation request to the Association, they directed me here.
This building... Yeah, just a nice, ordinary hotel.
Taking in the fancy structure, I approached the front desk for check-in to grab my key.
"Ah, Ms. Ersia? Head straight to the suite on the top floor."
"Oh, sure."
Looked like someone was already there.
I nodded dazedly at the staff's friendly smile, boarded the elevator, and soon reached the top floor.
"Hello?"
Knock knock.
Hiding a bit of anxiety and embarrassment, I knocked...
- Wh-what?!
Crash!!
Thud!!!
Thud thud thud!!
"...What the."
A panicked male voice came from inside, followed by crashing, dropping, and frantic footsteps.
Whoosh!
"Huff... Pant, Ersia...! Long time no see!"
Finally, the door flew open, revealing my longtime comrade with a tense expression.
"Hey, Zephyros."
"H-ha... haha, yeah."
Flashing a bright smile at my old ally and waving lightly, he blushed and grinned awkwardly.
"You... really haven't changed a bit."
"Aw, even flattery's appreciated."
"...It's true."
No matter how invincible my TS form was, time was still a force to reckon with.
My once modestly perky breasts, needing no bra, had grown massively and sagged just a touch.
A smooth, toned abdomen now sported a slight muffin top, and my old panties no longer fit over my bigger butt.
...Waist size staying the same was the weird part.
"Shall we head inside and talk?"
"Y-yeah!"
With that, Ersia stepped inside with him, laughing and chatting.