Chapter 5

But these men just think about it, they wouldn’t dare to do it. Thanks to that, Little Red Riding Hood successfully walked into the small forest where her grandmother lived. In the forest, there was Mr. Wolf. Little Red Riding Hood had heard her mother talk about it and quickly covered the food in the basket with a tablecloth so that Mr. Wolf couldn’t smell it and wouldn’t come looking for her. But Little Red Riding Hood forgot that there was sweet milk in her breasts, and as she walked, her milk started to fill up. Feeling uncomfortable from the swelling, Little Red Riding Hood looked around and, imitating her father, pressed and squeezed her breasts to relieve the pain of engorgement. She didn’t expect that she would squeeze out milk. The white shirt was soaked with milky white liquid, and the wet white fabric became transparent, tightly clinging to her breasts. The pink areolas and nipples were barely hidden, clearly visible through the white shirt. “Oh, I got my clothes wet…” While Little Red Riding Hood was in distress, a furry paw suddenly appeared in front of her, and when she looked up, it turned out to be Mr. Wolf. “Ah, Mr. Wolf, please, please don’t eat me, and don’t eat the food I prepared for my grandmother…” Little Red Riding Hood anxiously protected her basket and retreated in fear. Mr. Wolf squinted his eyes as he looked at Little Red Riding Hood’s lewd breasts. He had followed the scent of milk, a sweet aroma he had never encountered before. He had come to see a simple, yet lewd girl who was lactating. His voice was rough and hoarse, but sounded pitiful: “Then what should I eat? I’ve been hungry for a long time.” Only then did Little Red Riding Hood realize that she had made an unreasonable request. But the food in her basket was prepared by her mother and father, so she couldn’t choose to give it to Mr. Wolf to fill his stomach. While she hesitated and struggled, Mr. Wolf pointed at her breasts and said, “I don’t want to eat what’s in your basket, I want to eat your milk.” Looking at her engorged breasts, Little Red Riding Hood was overjoyed. It was great because this way, her breasts would no longer be engorged, and Mr. Wolf could also satisfy his hunger. “That’s great, thank you, Mr. Wolf.” “Then come with me to the woods,” Mr. Wolf said, and his furry paw embraced Little Red Riding Hood’s soft waist. “I have a brother, he has been hungry for many days, too.” “Since you have two breasts, we can each have one.” “Alright, Mr. Wolf.” Just as Little Red Riding Hood agreed, Mr. Wolf couldn’t wait to undo her shirt, but his hands were not dexterous, and his sharp claws tore the shirt with holes. “I’m sorry, Little Red Riding Hood, I ripped your clothes.” Mr. Wolf looked at the exposed white and tender breasts through the holes, drooling at his mouth. He pretended to apologize, but he couldn’t wait to devour the entire breast. “It’s okay, Mr. Wolf.” It seemed that Mr. Wolf wasn’t as terrifying as rumored; he was very polite. Little Red Riding Hood felt that she had misunderstood Mr. Wolf and naturally didn’t mind her torn shirt. She could just ask her grandmother to mend it when she got back. “I’m so hungry, can I eat now?” Seemingly certain that Little Red Riding Hood wouldn’t refuse, Mr. Wolf lifted her plump buttocks and held her in his arms. He opened his mouth, filled with saliva, and ate half of her breast.