I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

It's like changing faces.

"Mother mother!"

She turned around, like a baby swallow returning to its nest, and threw herself into the arms of her own mother.

The delicate face rubbed against the plumpness under his mother's clothes intimately.

Sakura likes mother!

Muying is her name, the name her mother gave her, but she prefers to call her Sakura.

Because the cherry blossoms are very beautiful, my mother likes them very much.

But she doesn't like cherry blossoms very much.

But as long as it is something that mother likes, Sakura will try to like it.

"Sakura is such an impatient child."

A faint blush appeared on Alponia's face.

The slight swelling in her chest made her uncomfortable.

Now being manipulated by my own child, I can feel the overflowing feeling.

Slimy.

The white teeth bit her lips lightly, and the plump and slender legs under the nun's clothes were tightly closed together uncontrollably.

"It's time to eat."

Aponia suppressed the weird feeling in her heart, spoke soft words, and gently placed her raised hand on Sakura's hair.

She is her own child.

That is already known.

But every time, every time, she couldn't help reminding herself like this.

She didn't know why, but every time she couldn't help whispering in her heart, such a warning.

She is my child.

A room belonging to Alponia in the sanatorium.

The room is not big, but very cozy.

Simple decoration, but you can see that there are many baby products in the corner of the room,

For Sakura, this is the home that belongs to her mother and herself.

The nursing home is not her and her mother's home, this is it!

"Mother."

The lovely child hugged his mother's body tightly, raised his head, and the azure pupils that were exactly the same as Alponia's mother and daughter shone with a touch of water.

"Sakura is hungry~"

The soft and waxy voice has a kind of magical power, combined with that cute face, it makes people have the urge to feed this little cutie.

Lots of people have done it, it's just that very few are accepted by this kid.

"Okay, I see."

Alponia smiled slightly, with a bit of shyness in her heart.

The blush was not so obvious in the dimly lit room when the curtains were drawn, but it was endowed with a different charm because of it.

The door of the room has been firmly locked. Although no one else will come here, Aponia doesn't want anyone to disturb the solitude of herself and her child.

The clothes that were slowly opened, because of the breastfeeding period, the nun's uniform that was originally one piece was modified by Aponia himself.

But her workmanship was not very good, and she broke a nun's dress or two at the beginning, and this was the last nun's dress she owned.

Pull it slowly, revealing the snow-white skin wrapped in the cloth.

Aponia's body trembled slightly, revealing a perfect arc.

It can be seen that the place wrapped by the cloth, the place that is particularly obvious because of the overflow. "Mother?" "I'm fine, Sakura."

Alponia smiled slightly, suppressing the shyness in her heart.

Although it wasn't the first time she did this kind of thing, every time, that feeling gave her the perception that she was committing a crime.

Obviously I am the mother, and Sakura is my child, why is this happening?

With slightly trembling shoulders, the raised hand slowly uncovered the wrapped fabric.

The slightly trembling Xuefeng was exposed to the air.

It is so white and beautiful, like a snow mountain that makes people want to conquer it.

Standing cherry red, with a touch of milky white.

Slowly dripping.

"cherry."

She pursed her lips, showing a loving smile.

260, evening street at dusk

Love the quiet atmosphere.

A mother sits on the edge of a bed with her baby on her lap.

Most of the black nun clothes were taken off, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin and the towering snow-capped peak.

There was no unpleasant smell in the air.

There is only a mother's deep love for her child.

The pink and tender mouth gently embraced the slightly raised cherry red.

Biting gently, the shy mother couldn't help but let out a weak moan.

Alponia bit her lips lightly with her white teeth, and squeezed her child's legs uncontrollably.

At this moment, a "stream" that symbolizes blasphemy is even emerging from that holy garden.

This is disrespectful.

But this is not the first time something like this has happened to the devout nun.

From the initial incompatibility to the present, that strong incompatibility has not changed a little over time.

And she always endured silently and gave her children the treatment they deserved.

That is my child, and this is what I should do.

Aponia always thought so.

In her view, there was nothing wrong with this.

One's own child is bestowed by God, so the so-called blasphemy no longer exists.

She always finds a good reason for herself, but she doesn't know that everything doesn't exist.

The so-called god, the so-called blasphemy.

Only the child snuggling in her arms at this moment, the girl like her begging for the "source" is her only reality.

Being able to be touched, being touched by oneself, even being hugged, holding her tightly in his arms, giving and feeling the warmth of himself and the other person.

With Sakura's sucking, the swollen feeling disappeared, and the smile on Aponiya's pretty face did not dissipate because of this, but became more and more red.

Aponiya's eyes that seem to be able to accommodate everything have been covered with a thin layer of gauze at this moment, which looks so dreamy and unreal.

Unreal, unreal, as if from another world.

But she was here, right now.

Being able to be touched, being able to touch her with one's hand, and even hold her in her arms.

After stopping, the mother who loved her daughter couldn't help asking questions.

"Is Sakura already full?"

Today's yesterday's noon is much less.

Is Sakura having a bad appetite today?

The mother and daughter who loved their daughter silently calculated something in their hearts.

The slight swelling is still there.

But that's not the main reason.

"I am full."

Sakura raised her head, her clear eyes reflected her mother.

"I want to save some for dinner."

"It's okay, there will be more tonight."

Aponia smiled lovingly, she didn't want her child to suffer from malnutrition.

Although the child is still relying on her at this age, so is her own body.

Although I want Sakura to grow up earlier, like other children, but my body also needs Sakura to solve the problem.

Obviously I should have passed

that period.

But the body did not respond at all.

"But I can't eat anymore."

Sakura pursed her lips slightly, showing an aggrieved expression.

"Sister Martha gave me bread just now."

Martha?

Is it the manager of the bakery at the end of the street?

Aponia soon found each other in his own memory.

After that, I went to find her a little bit, and told her not to feed Sakura again.

Otherwise, I will be very distressed.

Silently finalizing the future plan in her heart, Alponia's expression did not change at all.

She still looked at her child lovingly, and gently stroked her long ink-like hair. "Let's drink some, Sakura doesn't want to make mom feel bad at night."

That bloated feeling is not pleasant.

So every time she would find a way to make her children drink it all.

She didn't pay much attention to her physical condition before, but now she has to.

Looking at her own snow-white mountain, she has begun to understand why her former friends harbored disgust.

Too big is really bad.

Sometimes she had to wrap the piece of fabric, otherwise it would easily stain the nun's dress.

"Okay? Sakura." "Yes! Sakura will listen to your mother!"

Looking at her child, Alponia's smile was extraordinarily gentle.

The familiar feeling flooded her heart again, and her smile couldn't help but tinged with a bit of bitterness.

The nun's legs twitched under her dress.

Feeling the warm moisture, Alponia's face turned redder.

After a while, I washed my body again.

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