Chapter 132: Pool
When Junk woke up again.
This time it wasn't another dream.
At least, he didn't think it was the case. Although it could very have been. When he woke up, Junk was lying in a pool of some kind. Almost like he was taking a bath, but this wasn't water. He was lying in a strange, thick, and dense liquid. He didn't know what it was at first, but he knew for a fact that it wasn't water. It couldn't be. What was this? He kept asking himself, over and over again. His head was messed up. Everything he saw upon opening his eyes at first was fuzzy and foggy at best.
"Where am I this time?" he asked himself out loud.
"This is the pool," he heard a voice. A familiar voice. It was her. It could only be her. He scratched his eyes. His vision grew a bit better, and he looked into the direction where the voice came from. As he expected it to be the case, September was right there. She was sitting on top of a pillar made of cement on the other side of the large room they were in. The pillar was pretty high, which meant that, September, was actually looking at Junk. To his shock, she wasn't wearing her normal clothes. The jack-o-lantern breastplates weren't there. Her leather corset wasn't there. Her fishnet leggings weren't there. Nothing of what she typically wore could be seen on her. She wasn't even wearing actual clothes, either. The only thing she had on was a thin, towel, which she wore around her waist and was barely covering her big tits. He approved. He didn't have any complaint about that. He was still attempting to figure out why he was in a pool filled up with a strange liquid, so thick he couldn't distinguish what it was at first. He was swimming in the pool, but the actual height of the pool was liquid was pretty low. It wasn't even up to his chest. When he fully opened his eyes and looked around, he realized that he was more in some kind of hot spring than a real pool.
"What am I doing here? I was in the laundry room a second ago…" Junk still tried to make sense of this, but couldn't really.
"You relived a nice memory. Isn't that right?" she asked him.
"You know what I dreamt about?" he demanded to her.
"That wasn't a dream, Junk. That wasn't a dream."
"What was it, then?" he questioned her, incredibly confused.
"It was a moment of time that you returned to. Revisited. Made better. Poor girl. Poor, little, prison guard. The first time around: You didn't pierce the condom she made you wear, now you did. Isn't that unfortunate? What is the warden going to do to her now that she is pregnant? She is going to fire her. No doubts," she said to him, walking through what he recently relived a second ago. She was with him. She tagged along for the ride. She wasn't sitting on that pillar, looking down at him for no good reason. She was watching over him. In the real world, and in this memory, he relived.
"Wait. You know what my memory was about? How?" Junk shook his head. He truly feared that he was dreaming again, this time. This couldn't be real. The laundry room. The cauldron prison. The morgue-like room. He was at the morgue of the Autumn Tower with the witch and the red creature earlier. How did this worked exactly?
"I brought back there," September briefly explained.
"I don't get it. I was with you and the creature not too long ago. Then, I dreamt about that time during which I fucked the guard in the laundry room. Then, I'm here, in this pool of what…" he paused. Looked around a bit more. Took another look at the strange and thick liquid that he had been swimming in for the past hour or so. Even though for him, he thought he had only been here for a few minutes. He moved his head closer to the liquid and smelled it.
"A pool of what Junk? Tell me. What are you in?" she asked.
"It's milk. I recognize it now. Even in this darkness," he mentioned this because he could barely see in this room. It was too dark for him. Yet, his smelling sense was just as good as ever. He recognized her milk. There was no mistake. It was September's milk.
"Finally! It was about time to figure that one out. I brought you here because I thought you needed a nice milky treatment. You were way overdue. But to be fair, I only noticed it when you passed out earlier. The fact that you are swimming in milk allows for you to recover even faster. My milk has been absorbed by your body as you were unconscious. But you should still drink a lot of it. Go on."
"I definitely prefer drinking your milk, right from the source, if you know what I mean, but for this time, I'll drink what you have here. Hold on. Did you fill this pool up while I was unconscious?"
"I had to. My breasts are desperately required to be milked. I thought you would enjoy it."
"Impressive," Junk said to her as he proceeded to shove his face right into the milk he was submerged by and drank everything he could. He drank lots and lots of it. He was fully intended to drink all of it, even though it was going to be taking quite a lot of time at this point. "But I just don't get how you made me relieve that old memory and affect it somehow?" Junk demanded to her as he kept drinking.
"It's a side effect of mana milk. I manipulated it."
"But why?" he asked her.
"Because I am interested in your past, Junk?"
"You are?"
"..." she smirked.
"Anyway, it's good that you made me go back to the cauldron prison, because I want to go back there. For real this time."
"In that case, we shouldn't be wasting any more time. Let's go," she told him.