"You've gone too far! How dare you suck on— Wait, why do I even *have* this?! Shouldn't this only happen to pregnant moms?!"

Morningstar was utterly stunned. This was the first time she realized her own body could produce such a thing.

Setting aside Little Dragoness sucking without permission, Morningstar couldn't fathom *why* she had it. Was she pregnant?

When?! She'd only been in this world a few days! Could someone have... taken advantage of the soulless Dark Sorceress body before her transmigration...?

Damn it! You monster!!!

"Master, you are the Mother of Darkness who gave us life. We are all your children—of course you possess the ability to nurse the dark offspring."

"What messed-up lore is this?! 'Cause I'm the Mother of Darkness, I just *have* it? Like hell I do!"

To Morningstar, Little Dragoness's explanation was pure nonsense—utterly ridiculous! She didn't even have kids, yet this existed for *that* reason?!

Waaaah! This is insane!

"Which is why it's absolutely not excessive, Master," Little Dragoness insisted. "In the past, you loved holding us children in your arms, gazing with a mother's tender eyes, then nursing us..."

Since the previous Dark Sorceress had done this, Little Dragoness saw nothing wrong.

Hearing this, Morningstar resolved: she *must* protect the last shred of her humanity. She would not fully fall into becoming a Dark Sorceress.

So damn perverted! Is this a Dark Witch? More like a lewd witch! Disgusting! Absolutely vulgar!

...Wait, how did Little Dragoness even trigger it? Why couldn't *I* express any before?

"How'd you do it? Why couldn't I get any out earlier?"

"Because you need a child's stimulation, Master. Only then can—"

"ENOUGH! Don't say another word!"

In that instant, Morningstar realized the horrifying truth. Damn it—she wasn't a Dark Witch. She was basically a *sow*!!!!

Back in her village childhood, Grandma said milk only came when piglets nuzzled a sow. Was she really no different from *that*?!

All dignity of being a Dark Sorceress vanished instantly.

"Guess I still underestimated you... and what it means to be a Dark Sorceress," Morningstar murmured. She never imagined nursing someone—especially a girl who looked older than her. Steamy? Undeniably. Acceptable? Not even close.

Even adapted to a female body, no one—man or woman—could calmly accept this.

"Fine. I forgive you *this* time. But remember: without my explicit permission, never do this again."

"Oh, got it," Little Dragoness grumbled, displeased. The previous Master adored this... why resist now?

*Must be lingering human personality,* she thought.

*Hmph! I'll erase every last trace of humanity from Master. Her soul's return is just the beginning.*

"Go. Leave me alone."

"Understood, Master." Little Dragoness obeyed and slipped out.

Alone, Morningstar looked down at her body—no longer shy of it. Gazing at the traces left behind, she sighed, "Why are a Dark Sorceress's minions so perverted?"

She willed the black substance to cover her skin. But at the last second, curiosity won. She dabbed a finger on the residue... hesitated... then tasted it with her tongue.

"Hmm?"

A tiny drop, yet unimaginably sweet—a rich, creamy aroma surpassing any dairy she'd ever tasted.

"No wonder they love it... This Dark Sorceress body is practically *designed* for lewdness. Forget 'Dark Sorceress'—just call me Succubus."

She felt helpless. She'd expected terrifying evil... not *vulgar* evil.

"Guess I can't sleep anymore." Sleep accelerated the dark corruption. Already mostly fallen, staying awake might delay the final plunge.

"Can I sense Selina's thoughts?"

Bored and sleepless, she noticed it—a faint connection to Selina, that bootleg Dark Sorceress.

Like a hive mind. Morningstar was the mother, linked to every creature she created and nurtured.

Not Little Dragoness—her body was originally Morningstar's, her mind independent. But Selina? Crafted by Morningstar, soul branded with her mark. Fully part of her.

Consciousness sank.

Morningstar opened her eyes—dim room, Selina's clothes. She touched the body; sensation flowed clearly.

As the mother, she could inhabit any creation. Selina had zero resistance.

The moment Morningstar's consciousness entered, Selina lost bodily control—aware of the world, yet utterly immobilized.

"Master, do you have orders?" Selina asked inwardly. No resentment. This body belonged to her Master. Even destruction would be accepted willingly.

"Nothing. Just testing my abilities."

Every Dark Sorceress power required comprehension—and her innate talent let her master them swiftly. Moving felt natural; every cell was hers.

"What are you preparing here?"

"Per your command, Master: destroy the church after you depart."

Selina executed orders with machine-like precision. Her purpose. Her original self was erased—only obedience remained. Even killing her closest loved ones? Without hesitation.

"Mm. Good work. I'm leaving."

Morningstar nodded, withdrew her consciousness—and opened her eyes back in her familiar bedroom.