I took a bite of snake meat and handed it back to Elena.

"I'm done eating, it's too dry and hurts my throat. I'll go gather some dry grass. You stay here and shout if anything happens."

Elena wanted to follow me but couldn't bear the discomfort of the thorny roots on her bare feet. As for me, I wasn't afraid—I'd once rescued Zhao Fen in a village where strange plants pierced through even the toughest soles back then. These were just grasses after all.

I quickly collected enough dry grass and found a relatively flat, dry spot to lay them down. After trampling tall grass into submission, I made a thick pile of leaves with which to sleep. Covering myself with another layer should keep me warm at night.

Elena watched as I worked tirelessly until finally finishing. She said:

"Zhao Qian, you must be thirsty. Drink this—its flavor is a bit fishy but better than nothing. You've sweated all day running around, don't be shy about it. It's just waste being reused anyway."

Saying so, she pulled out a fruit shell from behind her back that had been serving as a bra since morning. When I told her to discard it earlier, she insisted on keeping it as a memento. Much to my surprise, the shell now contained a full cup of white...

"Milk!"

Elena glared at me.

"Just drink it already! Why are you making such a fuss? Don't make me pour this down."

"No way," I caught her hand mid-pouring, "That's too wasteful. If we keep going like this, tomorrow I might be forced to drink my own urine."

Elena spat out:

"Go ahead and drink it yourself then—I'd rather die of thirst!"

"You can't die—you're the only source of fresh milk here."

Elena rolled her eyes and said:

"Cut the nonsense. I'll throw this away if you don't stop talking."

I was really afraid she would waste such precious nourishment, so immediately took the once-bra fruit shell in my hands. It was still warm—must have just been freshly expressed while I gathered grass nearby. If only I had secretly returned to peek at her milking process...

Human milk does indeed smell a bit pungent. I blushed as I turned my back and tasted it tentatively. The flavor surprised me—it was sweet, not as foul as its scent suggested. After enduring thirst all day, I ignored any sense of male dignity and finished the half-shell in one gulp.

Elena also blushed, for her unmarried breasts to be producing milk felt overly excessive though she hadn't intended it this way. Who knew what those primitive people had fed her? Her breasts not only swelled abnormally but produced an overwhelming amount of milk, forcing her to secretly express it often despite knowing that more milk would just keep flowing with each squeeze—the discomfort could only be soothed by releasing it.

"Still drinkable?" Elena asked softly.

I handed back the fruit shell: "The flavor is good and nutritious. Want some yourself?"

Elena pushed yesterday's snake meat toward me again:

"Eat this, who knows what might happen tomorrow? How can you go without food?"

Touched, I said:

"Elena, actually you're quite caring."

She smiled:

"Of course—caring is my nature. You thought American girls are all self-centered and don't truly care about men? I'm just like Chinese women in that way, it's only the eyes, hair, and skin color that differ."

"This evaluation is high praise," she said, "I've long been fascinated by your Great Dragon culture—that's why I learned Mandarin. Invite me to visit your home someday?"

I replied:

"No problem at all. When we return modern times, we'll hand you over to your father first then take you and He Yuqing for a meal at my place. Introduce her to my girlfriend too."

Elena cheered up instantly:

"Wonderful! The culinary culture of Great Dragon is so rich. By the way, what's your girlfriend's name? She must be Chinese right? I bet she's prettier than me."

"Both have their own charms, can't really say who's more beautiful," I chuckled, "My girlfriends are many—by the way, which one were you asking about?"

Elena was stunned:

"What do you mean? I know ancient Great Dragon had polygamy, but modern society has monogamy."

I smiled:

"Exceptions exist for people like me."

Thinking for a moment, Elena said:

"Indeed, you're quite the exception. I wonder how you managed to develop such strength—I don't think even Rambo in American movies is as brave as you are. If you could fly I'd call you Superman—how many girlfriends do you have?"

"Over ten," I admitted, "Actually not sure about the exact number since eleven of them have definitely had relations with me."

Elena collapsed to the ground:

"You...you're joking right? Eleven girlfriend relationships at once? Are you trying to be a king?"

Exhausted physically, I leaned back and fell onto the grass pile.

"Believe it or not, when we return they'll all miss me. I'm missing them too."

Seeing my serious expression, Elena sat up again beside me:

"No wonder you're uninterested in me—it's like this? Tell me about each one starting from the first—I'm curious about someone with eleven girlfriend relationships. Wow, no wonder your...area is so big—must have important work waiting for it every night!"

I pulled a pile of grass toward me and said:

"Sleep now. Keep up strength for tomorrow's unknown dangers."

Elena was silent. After lying there briefly hugging dry grass, I suddenly heard a soft *squelching* sound. Though unfamiliar to me, anyone who has milked cows knows—this could only be the sound of milking! With no cattle here, it had to be Elena expressing human milk. Heaven forbid, I never thought I'd witness such a scene with this girl milking in front of me...

Of course I dared not stare openly at her chest, but intense desire made my eyes strain through grass blades for glimpses after all. After all, she didn't know I could see through dry grass and probably wouldn't mind anyway—we had already seen each other's naked forms, so watching milking was trivial compared to that.

Unfortunately it was too bad—Elena had turned her back while expressing milk. From behind I only saw her movements as she unhooked her bra and squeezed both large breasts with her hands. Half the fruit shell lay on ground, milk splashing into it with *squelching* sounds indicating an impressive flow rate! Truly remarkable milk production—I should definitely hire her to breastfeed my children someday.

From the side I could see Elena's face—she looked completely relaxed and even seemed to enjoy the sensation of flowing milk stimulating both senses and sight. Maybe down there was wet too?

If Cheng Susu, Yi Xiaoru, or Su Xue were here, I'd surely organize a four-way competition:

Largest breasts would definitely be Elena's due to her overfilled milk supply;

Most well-shaped must belong to Cheng Susu—the credit all went to me since without my regular maintenance, those would have already sagged by now;

Most sensual was Yi Xiaoru whose half-sipping-half-wiping expression drove me wild;

Cutest had to be Su Xue—though I never actually touched her soft, adorable large breasts physically, from the few deliberate provocations she showed on occasion, they surely made an exquisite object.

Hearing the milking *squelching* sounds, my little friend gradually grew erect without noticing it. Elena's milking task wasn't long before completion. She retrieved her discarded bra, carefully stuffed her breasts back in, and then approached me with milk in hand.

"Zhao Qian," she gently nudged me.

"Mm?" I responded.

"Wake up! Come chat with me—I have a headache and can't sleep. Compensation comes if you stay up. Are you still thirsty?"

I didn't reply, mostly out of embarrassment—it was hard to say "I'm thirsty I want your milk" out loud without making the American girl look down on Great Dragon people.

Elena pried away grass covering my body and pressed her entire form against my chest:

"Zhao Qian—I have a cold. Just stay up with me for company, really can't sleep. Here's some fresh milk to drink, don't be shy—you've already drunk it once before."

As she said this, Elena slowly poured some breastmilk into my mouth from the fruit shell.

"Delicious? Ever had human milk before?"

Elena now pressed her body against me so tightly that her large breasts swayed dangerously close to collapsing under pressure. The deep cleavage squeezed between my hands and radiated heat with an intoxicating blend of milk scent and sweat that nearly threw me into a trance.

After finishing the last drop, Elena handed me another fruit shell:

"Take it carefully—I won't clean up spills."

I had no choice but to sit upright to receive her offering. If I spilled any I wouldn't even feel guilty about keeping it! But when I sat up, Elena just rolled over onto my lap and said:

"After all you've done with eleven girlfriends not present now, let me borrow your arms for a while. So comfortable...though eleven other girls have already lain here before. That feels weird to think about."

Elena suddenly asked:

"Milk drunk? Then tell me about your relationships starting from the first one—since I don't even have a boyfriend yet and know nothing about love, let's learn together."

So with each sip of fresh milk I narrated selected stories about meeting my various partners. When all breastmilk was gone, Elena fell silent. Looking down I saw she had actually fallen asleep! Could it be? She slept through me drinking her breastmilk and playing with her breasts?!

Suddenly the hand resting on her chest felt abnormally slick. Upon closer inspection—oh no! The previous squeezing motions had leaked milk right out of her! And Elena continued sleeping soundly, completely unaware she'd secreted milk in her sleep.

Though I wouldn't fondle her like my wives at home, I still touched her gently and secretly. However due to recent over-stimulation from lactation combined with naturally well-developed mammary glands, even slight stimulation caused breastmilk to spray out forcefully.

I needed to ask those primitive people for their milk-boosting broth formula so my wives could drink it too—especially Yi Xiaoru. With her drinking mine and me drinking hers during sex, that would be fair yet exciting.

As I thought about Yi Xiaoru, my hand involuntarily pressed harder. Elena softly moaned:

"Lighter...it hurts! Stop touching—I'm completely soaked already. Hold me to sleep instead, it's so cold tonight. Feel how chilly my body is?"

Upon closer inspection indeed—Elena's bra was totally soaked from milk sprayed out after all the squeezing. My face flushed red as I realized I'd secretly milked her while she slept—an embarrassing act beyond belief.

But Elena wasn't just chilly—her body was actually burning hot! This was problematic. Her cold hadn't improved at all but had developed into a fever instead. What should I do now?

Elena kept shivering, pressing herself closer to my chest until finally I had no choice but tightly hug her while she clung like an octopus. Her massive body pressed against me sent near-silent groans escaping my lips as my erect member dug firmly into Elena's lower region—our connection was alarmingly intimate!

Whether from feverish delirium or sleepwalking, Elena began randomly tossing around at first then gradually started muttering nonsensical English phrases I couldn't understand. It must be like our Great Dragon dialects, incomprehensible except to local people...

Her constant wriggling nearly drove me insane. Though she was sick now I could not violate her with this intense stimulation! God please send a woman down from heaven to rescue me already!

Unfortunately no angel descended as in movies or novels, but Elena seemed slowly regaining consciousness:

"What time is it? Is it still dark out?"

I hugged her and said:

"It's very early yet. Go back to sleep—it'll all be better after a good rest."

Elena suddenly smiled:

"Don't patronize me—I know I have high fever. Haha, your...area is hard too. Seems my charm hasn't faded—when my body recovers we can play around. Now I'm completely drained of energy though. Bear with it for now or just do as you please—it's not like you Great Dragon men don't know how to...relieve themselves."

Since American girls are so open, this eased our awkwardness.

"No need," I replied, "I haven't reached that desperate point yet. But your temperature is really high—I think we should find some water for you to drink or else dehydration could be worse."

Elena sighed:

"Want me to drink my own milk? I can barely squeeze it now anyway—why don't you just help me out since you've already been fondling around earlier?"

My face flushed instantly.

"What's the point of squeezing then drinking it again—it's like taking off pants just to relieve yourself! If all else fails we have two options: return to our starting point or press on early into Snake Tribe territory."

Elena weakly agreed:

"I support the latter—I don't believe snakes can survive without water either."

I preferred this path too. I grabbed some dry grass nearby and began weaving it into a rope as Elena lay down for rest.

"Good to have you here," she said, "No need to worry about anything—trust we'll be fine."

I didn't go far in case venomous snakes gathered around us. Finding some supple fresh grass, I sat beside Elena and started braiding the cord.

Suddenly Elena exclaimed:

"Weird...I swear there was no moon last night. When we were stuck in that pigpen earlier did you see any moon? My fever must be confusing me—remind me."

Actually I had noticed this strange phenomenon too since yesterday evening.

"Maybe Moon Lady also caught a cold and took some time off."

Elena insisted:

"Cut the jokes, seriously—did you see the moon last night?"

I shook my head:

"It was clear both nights but...no moon at all."

Elena said solemnly:

"If no one saw the moon 6000 years ago...human evolution history must be rewritten because of that prehistoric advanced civilization. The same goes for astronomy—ancient Mesoamerican Maya left behind highly developed culture, yet their chronicles dating back to before great floods curiously lack any lunar records. Around 4000 BCE the first librarian of Alexandria's Great Library recorded: 'In ancient times, no moon was visible in Earth's sky.' It seems these records were actually true!"