Lance Story

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Lance's Tale (0~1) Foreword: I really didn't know what to say for a moment. I hope it won't be too bad. But it seems that low popularity is my fate. I started writing this with a friend from chapter two. It's normal that the styles are different. Just bear with it... There are only five chapters now. I'll update once a day. It feels better to serialize.
Author: Overture Sparse tree shadows are reflected in the central open space. A refreshing breeze sweeps by, carrying the faint fragrance of autumn pine nuts.
But in the open space where the tree shadows intertwine, two opposing figures constantly exude a cold and heavy aura. The roundabout and extreme attributes represented by the red and blue colors clearly indicate that if they collide, the force they unleash will destroy this lush forest at any time.
"Lin, why won't you accept me even now?" said the man surrounded by blue light.
"How many times have I said it? If you want my approval, you have to defeat me." A heavenly female voice came from within the blood-red halo, but the tone was somewhat impatient.
"I have become the first warrior of the Feathered Clan, Lin, you'd better accept me obediently. I don't want you to get hurt; I'll be heartbroken if you have any more wounds." The man, confident of victory, uttered arrogant and even nauseating words.
"Hmph, don't waste your breath on me." He left with a cold remark, and a red light, flashing like starlight, rapidly rushed towards the blue light. The two beams of energy finally collided, the intense light from the collision instantly spreading outwards, endless radiance seemingly devouring everything.
In an instant, there was no chirping of insects; no sound of wind; no loud noises. It was as if everything had vanished, leaving only deathly silence.
The light dissipated, leaving only wisps of smoke. "Impossible! Impossible!" The man's unwilling cry echoed through the forest.
The light on the two finally faded, revealing their appearance clearly. The man knelt on the ground, his upper body bare, with wings sprouting from his back—a pair of incredibly strong wings composed of pure white feathers. However, his wings, which should have been spread out majestically, were now folded together, shriveled and devoid of any imposing presence. The woman hovering not far in front of him finally revealed her mysterious face. She wore a sacred white robe, a fiery red gemstone pendant hanging from her snow-white neck, and pale yellow hair that fluttered slightly with the flapping of her wings.
"Give up, Sa. You are no match for me," Lin said, her cherry lips slightly parted, her voice devoid of any emotion.
"I'm not reconciled! Why can't I still beat you! I want you, Lin!" Sa's emotions had spiraled out of control. To obtain Lin, he had undergone inhuman training and countless life-or-death battles, believing that his increased strength would easily defeat her, but instead, he suffered a complete defeat.
Unable to accept his defeat, Sa suddenly propped up his heavily injured body and frantically lunged at Lin, only to be met with a fresh bloodstain.
"Sigh," Lin sighed softly, sheathing her sword, ignoring the fallen Sa, and flapping her wings to fly away.
Lin was a germaphobe; although she was unharmed after the battle, the dust and sticky sweat made her very uncomfortable. So she descended into a stream, preparing to set up a protective barrier to wash herself, when she heard a baby crying from the nearby woods.
"Waaaaah! Waaaah!!" Lin followed the sound to a bush. She gently parted the bushes, and a baby boy wrapped in a white cloth appeared before her. She frowned, reached out to pick up the abandoned infant, and the instant she held him, the baby stopped crying and smiled at her. Lin frowned again, thinking: Pervert.
Chapter 1 The Lustful Clan "Ugh, what am I doing?" Lin sighed, staring at the baby in her arms. She, who had always lacked interest in anything, had actually picked up an abandoned baby today, making her wonder if she was sick.
Lin's gaze fell on the baby again; he was still smiling at her. But to Lin, the innocent smile on the baby's face seemed somewhat lewd, or more accurately, like the smile of a pervert.
Lin squinted at the baby and finally made a decision: throw him away.
Her personality was inherently cold and aloof; very few things could pique her interest, and unfortunately, this baby was not among them. Thus, the newborn infant was abandoned once again.
Actually, Lin's personality wasn't entirely her fault. Her mother was a sinner of the entire Feathered Clan, driven from her tribe's territory from a young age, living with her mother in the hunting forest. Every time she entered the city to buy necessities, she suffered scorn and bullying. When she was seven, her mother tragically died, making her even more withdrawn. To survive, she had to practice her mother's martial arts daily, constantly wary of attacks from forest beasts. Over time, the monotonous pace, the lonely life, the tedious existence—it was a miracle she didn't become a serial killer.
However, never underestimate the latent maternal instinct within a woman. After losing the baby, Lin became restless and distracted at home.
She was shocked; she hadn't felt this uneasy since her mother's death. Why was she worried about a complete stranger? She didn't want to think about it anymore and went to bed, hoping to forget these trivial matters and return to normal life when she woke up. However, the baby's cries seemed to echo in her ears, preventing her from sleeping.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning cleaved the dense dark clouds, and the clouds, in their agony, poured down a torrential downpour. The sound of the downpour startled Lin, and she jumped out of bed. She gritted her teeth, as if making a crucial decision, and then her body vanished into thin air like lightning.
... "It seems I really am sick." "Soaked to the bone, Lin sighed, holding the equally drenched baby. She had finally managed to save him.
The baby didn't seem bothered by the cold rain; in Lin's warm embrace, he was full of energy, his tiny hands flailing in the air, occasionally brushing against her large breasts.
Yes, large breasts… Lin's body had been covered by a loose robe, so her breasts weren't very noticeable, but now, with the rain soaking through, her clothes clung to her chest, making them instantly visible.
Touched by the tiny hands, a faint blush rose on Lin's fair face. This wasn't out of shyness, but a natural bodily reaction—after all, she was an adult Feathered Clan woman.
The Feathered Clan was basically just…" This is what their people call themselves, but on the continent of Ivalice, they are known as the "Lustful Breast Clan" by other races. The Feathered Clan is considered one of the three most extraordinary races on the continent. Before adulthood, the women of the clan are completely flat-chested, but on their eighteenth birthday, their flat chests instantly transform into enormous breasts, continuously secreting sweet milk.
Lin's face grew increasingly red, her body feeling as if it were on fire. She tried to push his wicked hands away, but couldn't muster the strength to do so, and could only let his small hands ravage her breasts. However, Lin made a mistake. The enormous breasts of adult Feathered Clan women are as sensitive as the ears of elves; if stimulated, they can easily become addicted to the feeling.
"What am I doing?" "My body is getting weirder and weirder..." Lin thought through gritted teeth. She had never been so out of control.
She had only been an adult for three months, and her suddenly appearing enormous breasts had brought her many inconveniences. Not to mention that the heavy, cantaloupe-like breasts affected her training, her breasts would swell and ache every night, forcing her to squeeze out and drink the accumulated fluid. Now, the strange feeling of squeezing her breasts was back, even more intense, and even her lower body was acting strangely, becoming sticky. But being a clean freak, she felt no discomfort; on the contrary, she liked the feeling.
"Waaaaah!" The baby's cry pulled Lin back from her reverie. Lin hurriedly came to her senses and felt a wave of shame for what had just happened. She quickly checked on the baby. Although she rarely interacted with others, she knew some basic common sense: a baby's crying usually meant it was hungry or needed to urinate or defecate. As expected, Lin felt her palm being wet with a warm liquid.
"Aaaaah!!" This time, it was Lin's scream.
Lin resisted the urge to throw the baby away again and changed his diaper. She'd rather have another battle with Sa than change his soiled clothes, because the baby had not only peed, but also… pooped. The war without gunpowder was finally over. Lin wiped the fine sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, looking at the baby wrapped up like a dumpling with satisfaction.
She slowly unbuttoned her robe, and a snow-white breast the size of a cantaloupe bounced out, perfectly shaped, not drooping at all due to gravity. The pink areola surrounded a perky, adorable nipple, with a faint trace of white fluid already clinging to it. This was why so many people wanted to marry Winged Women; such perfect breasts could only be seen among Winged Women. Many breast fetishists on the continent of Ivalice captured Winged Women to obtain them, and some kings even went so far as to wage war to seize a Winged harem for their own debauchery.
With her large breasts freed from her clothes, Lin let out a sigh of relief. The clothes had made it hard for her to breathe, and with night approaching, her breasts were starting to ache as usual.
Lin took a deep breath, grasped one breast, and placed the swollen, bright red nipple into the baby's mouth.

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