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EP.308 Beer Festival? No, It’s a Breast Milk Festival! (1) 

Finally, we escaped the Erotic Trap Dungeon. 

If I’d entered without thinking, I might have enjoyed it, 

but putting my companions at risk wasn’t what I wanted. 

Honestly, even on the way out, a sense of discomfort lingered... Still, thanks to it, I gained two new powers, so there are no regrets. 

Now, it’s time to get back to full-on negotiations with Reverse Change. 

We’ve moved so much getting here that Bruno’s advice is now useless. 

“The nearest place from here is... Germany?” 

“Alright, Master! I’m always ready!” 

What would Germany be like in this world of altered common sense? 

Red immediately went to an open area, 

transformed back into a dragon with a burst of red light. 

I’ve seen it several times, but it always leaves me amazed. 

To think this dragon offers her pussy as my sex slave. 

But contrary to what I think, 

the succubus crowd panicked on discovering Red is a dragon. 

“Dr-dragon? Then what on earth are we...” 

“Boss, we won’t become dragon food, will we?” 

“No way! I want to keep living as a cum dump forever!” 

Despite nothing happening yet, the succubi made a huge fuss. 

Meanwhile, Red herself looked at them with bored contempt. 

It’s like Koreans panicking about a nuclear missile being built, 

thinking a nuclear war is about to break out. 

In the end, Red stomped a forepaw, 

making a huge noise and drawing everyone’s attention. 

“Shut up. I’m Master’s sex slave. I may outrank you, but I’m under Master all the same. Got it?” 

“Huh? Ah, yes.” 

Words you’d never expect from a dragon. 

But rather, it reassured the succubi, 

who finally let out sighs of relief and calmed down. 

I’ll have to thank Red later by fucking her all night. 

“Alright, everyone get on! We’re headed to Germany.” 

“Yes! We succubi will follow you to the end with our lives!” 

“Yep!” 

This bunch really has energy. 

One by one, the party climbed onto Red’s back, and finally Sahwa joined as well. 

With huge wingbeats, Red launched toward the vast sky. 

Reaching cruising altitude, she sped toward Germany. 

At this pace, it shouldn’t take long four hours max? 

‘I wonder what Germany will be like in this altered world.’ 

Would it be a place where people suck cocks instead of sausages? 

But, compared to other places, 

that’s not much different. 

Either way, I just want to arrive soon. 

‘What on earth is this?’ 

The moment I set foot in Germany, 

the first thing I saw was people filling beer steins not with beer, but with milk  

drinking them on the street as if they were beer. 

And whenever someone needed to pee, they’d make the nearby women drink it. 

Well, those women might be “urinal girls,” but… 

I have no words for this scene. 

“Hey there, are you new here?” 

“Hmm?” 

A woman called out to me. 

Given her clothes and the several beer mugs in her hands, 

I quickly grasped the situation. 

This is Germany’s beer festival Oktoberfest, but altered by common sense. 

Most of all, this woman speaking to me  

she looked familiar. Looking closer… 

Isn’t she that suspicious woman I met in England? 

Which means  

“So it’s you, the Reverse Change member stationed here.” 

“Oh my, aren’t you quick on the uptake. Yes, I’m Cherry, the one in charge of Germany. Nice to meet you, Lord Jinwoo.” 

Cherry had no intention of hiding it. 

She eyed me up and down with an arrogant smile. 

Fine, if she’s this direct, I like it too. 

No point in wasting energy on psychological games. 

“So, what do I have to do?” 

“It’s simple. Enjoy the festival.” 

That’s it? 

Her unexpected answer made me tilt my head, 

and she approached, smelling of milk and smirking. 

“Listen well. From now, you’re falling into a breast milk hell. You might like it at first, but even if you beg for mercy later, I won’t grant it. If you want to run, now’s your chance.” 

“Breast milk hell, huh?” 

That’s just fine. 

I was feeling hungry anyway. 

If I can sample all sorts of breast milk, it’s a thank you from me. 

Besides, she has no idea how big my stomach is. 

“You’ve got guts. Alright, enjoy the festival. See you.” 

With that, Cherry melted into the crowd enjoying the festival. 

Now, let’s really enjoy the festival. 

As I took my first step, 

someone approached, holding a big glass. 

“Hello! Would you like to try my breast milk?” 

“Sure. Pour me a glass.” 

Those breasts were obviously packed full of milk. 

How much could be in there? 

She pressed the stein to her chest and squeezed, 

filling it with a torrent of milk. 

She’s practically a walking milk vending machine. 

Looks like I’ll enjoy this festival after all. 

“Here you go.” 

A woman handed me the milk with a radiant smile. 

Just holding the glass to my face, I could feel the fresh warmth. 

With no hesitation, I tipped the glass back and drank. 

A rich, sweet flavor slid down my throat. 

I emptied the stein in seconds, 

and the woman who’d offered the milk stared in disbelief. 

“You finished it all? That fast?” 

“It wasn’t bad. But you usually eat a meat-heavy diet, right? It’d be good if you ate more vegetables.” 

“Huh?” 

Having tasted so much milk, 

I can now guess someone’s diet just by drinking it. 

She was shocked by my evaluation, 

then backed away and finally turned and fled. 

A shame. 

I would have liked another glass. 

But there’s plenty more milk to taste, so one less is fine. 

“Alright, let’s keep going.” 

“If that’s what you want, Mr. Kim Jinwoo, as much as you like.” 

“Master, if there’s anything I can do, let me know!” 

With such reliable support, 

why not try every breast milk in Germany? 

I boldly headed for the center of the festival. 

As if they’d been waiting, women crowded around me, 

holding out mugs brimming with breast milk, 

all eyeing me like prey. 

With confidence, I worked my way through them, one by one. 

“Are you a vegetarian? Clean taste, but lacks richness.” 

“Nice balance, but you should eat more nuts.” 

“This isn’t good or bad, you need to overhaul your whole diet.” 

With every critique, they recoiled in amazement 

and fled before I could finish. 

All this advice is for their benefit, yet they refuse to listen. 

These days, young people have no fortitude. 

“Sigh. So that’s why everyone’s peeing?” 

Having drunk so much, 

a sudden urge to piss hit me, and I looked around hurriedly. 

Now I understood why so many women drank men’s pee out here. 

Then, noticing my state, 

a woman approached and without hesitation, knelt before me. 

“Baaaa.” 

She opened her mouth without the slightest hesitation. 

It felt normal, as if this was the default here  

it reminded me of the early days in this altered world. 

Right, everyone started out like this. 

Reminiscing, I presented my cock to her. 

“Hff!” 

She gasped at the sight of my massive cock. 

But her reaction was more awe and wonder than fear or disgust. 

She stared at my cock, breathing roughly, 

then cupped her hands under it as if urging me to use her. 

“Well then… hoo…” 

Psshhhhhhhhhhhh! 

I discharged a powerful stream of urine toward her. 

Having drunk so much, it came out with tremendous force, 

more than she could swallow at once  

it overflowed, ran down her cleavage, and soaked her clothes. 

But she only smiled with joy, 

continuing to drink until I finished. 

“Pwah. Thank you… thank you so much.” 

When I finished, she stood with a deep sense of satisfaction. 

She looked at me as if I’d saved her life, grateful and awestruck, 

then bowed several times and left. 

“This festival is more fun than I expected.” 

“………….” 

“What’s wrong?” 

I’d noticed for a while now: 

Sahwa’s reaction had grown distinctly cold. 

Like someone concealing dissatisfaction under layers of politeness, 

her emotions were palpable beneath the mask. 

“We’ve known each other a long time. Just be honest with me.” 

“…sir.” 

“What?” 

“My breast milk! It’s tastier than those girls’!” 

It’s the first time I’ve seen this kind of jealousy. 

Indeed, after all the milk I’ve tasted, 

nothing compares to Sahwa’s. 

Honestly, all my evaluations have always used her as my gold standard. 

No wonder everything else felt lacking. 

“Don’t say the obvious. Nothing’s ever topped your milk.” 

“…Thank you, Mr. Kim Jinwoo.” 

Finally relaxing, Sahwa bowed her head. 

Maybe touched by my words, 

her breasts started leaking milk just from the emotion. 

“Alright, let’s keep going.” 

“Hm? Already made it this far?” 

I turned toward the voice I just heard. 

There was Cherry, whom I’d met earlier, serving drinks. 

Was she surprised I arrived so quickly? 

Doesn’t matter. 

“Weren’t the women always trying to force you to drink milk?” 

“Not really? I just gave a little critique, and they all ran away.” 

“Why? What kind of critique made them run like that?” 

Cherry looked at me in disbelief, as if I was a creature she couldn’t comprehend. 

Sahwa chimed in from behind. 

“While coming here, Mr. Kim Jinwoo drank 43 liters of milk one from each woman. Then he explained what they lacked.” 

“You’re insane. You’re like a sommelier.” 

Cherry regarded me with a smirk. 

Then she grabbed my hand, led me to a seat, 

and slammed a beer mug filled with her breast milk in front of me. 

“Come on, drink. My milk is the best in Germany.” 

“It might be the best in Germany, but not the best in the world.” 

“Oh?” 

Not to be outdone, Sahwa filled a mug with her milk and set it before me. 

Neither was about to swallow their pride. 

The two dairy dispensers glared at each other, neither willing to give in. 

Well then let’s see just how good the best milk in Germany really is.