Chapter 162: Side Story – The Beautiful Eastern Bride (4) [R-18]

“Bastard. Jerk. Dickhead.”

At first, as he spoke the words to her, warning that she should never use them on others, it felt as if the very syllables were cutting his own tongue.

Seojin tapped a ballpoint pen against the back of her hand, quietly reading along.

These were words she had never personally been subjected to, but words she might hear in the future.

Aiden taught her verbally, without writing in the notebook. It was familiar now.

“Next is… ‘slut’.”

Seojin tilted her head slightly.

“Slut.”

“……”

“Hmm… that doesn’t feel good. I don’t like it…”

Not that there was anything to like in this list.

Aiden lowered his gaze, mentally crumpling up every word she pronounced.

At first, he had only taught her what she might actually need to hear, but gradually, he began making excuses to himself.

This is necessary. I can’t let her get cursed at by someone without knowing what it means.

But at some point, he became aware that he was no longer teaching her these words so she could recognize and deal with them, but because he wanted to hear them coming from her lips.

“Bitch.”

“Tw—t.”

“C…ock sucker?”

Right now, she was learning just how vile those words were.

Aiden, on the other hand, was falling into the delusion that by saying these words, even in this small way, he was defiling her.

He was lost in the imbalance of it all: her clear eyes as she listened, her lips unconsciously pursing and parting, and his own voice, which felt like it was piercing her.

When the mental list of words was nearly exhausted, Seojin pressed her fingers to her furrowed brow.

“I didn’t know there were so many sexually harassing words in English.”

Aiden closed his eyes.

“If I had my way, I hope you never have to hear them in your life.”

“That last one… it feels pretty strong, doesn’t it?”

He nodded without looking.

“Yeah. Very.”

Seojin mimed writing the word on the back of her hand with her finger, then murmured.

“…A bundle of bad words.”

She was now getting an accurate feel for how the words she had just uttered could be hurtful to someone.

“Words that would wound a woman if she heard them,” Aiden added quietly. “Words that linger in your heart even if you try to ignore them.”

He said it hoping that if it ever happened to her, she would get just as angry. That she would accept them as a ‘hostility to be remembered,’ no matter what.

*

That night, he was in a dream.

It was the morning of a milk delivery, preceding one of the three weekly lessons he so eagerly awaited. A day with a blue sky, where a white dress fluttered gently in the wind.

Aiden stood there, holding two milk bottles. As she always did, Seojin walked out into the yard and opened the gate.

“Thank you.”

She smiled, and to him, that smile was warmer than the sun.

But in that moment.

“Oh…!”

Thud.

A bottle slipped from his hand and fell onto the lawn. Strangely, the cap just… popped open.

The milk spilled out.

It soaked into the hem of her white dress, trickling down over her instep.

The stain was distinct, and it quickly drank up the moisture, creeping toward her inner thigh.

“Oh, what do I do… I’m sorry… you went to all the trouble of bringing it.”

Seojin said, her head bowed as she stared at the spreading milk stain on the grass.

Her tone was, as always, polite and proper.

“…I’m sorry for spilling it.”

She covered her lips with her hand in a surprised expression, then unconsciously pressed the empty milk bottle back into Aiden’s hand.

“But… I can fill it right back up…”

She lowered her head slightly and, with both hands, shyly pushed her shoulder straps aside.

The thin dress slowly slid down the resilient curves of her body, revealing two plump, heavy breasts.

It wasn’t flab, but a perfect, condensed density—a breathtakingly unbalanced obscenity.

She crossed her arms over her fallen dress, gathering her breasts together, and let out a small, trembling breath.

Each time she pressed and released her breasts, they bounced back with a heavy elasticity, swaying gently. Her nipples were swollen, taut with stimulation.

Then, Seojin cupped her breasts, kneading them up and down before gently twisting the pink nipples with two fingers.

“Just… wait a moment.”

She said, her face blushing. Then, she stuck her tongue out slightly.

“Uungh… haah…”

A short moan.

Immediately followed by a milky white substance beginning to flow from the tips of her nipples.

Aiden swallowed hard, able to do nothing but hold the bottle in his hand. Seojin, of her own accord, brought a breast to the bottle he held.

Inside the mouth of the bottle, her breast pressed in, her nipple inserted so it couldn’t slip out.

She held her breast with one hand and pushed the bottle against it with the other.

“…This way, my husband… won’t know either.”

As Seojin tilted her head back and slowly bent her waist, a woman’s milk, not a cow’s, dripped, drop by drop, into the bottle with an obscene grace.

She twisted her legs together and writhed her hips. At one point, she squeezed her nipple harder, and what had been a quiet trickle burst out in a gush.

“How embarrassing. It came out… a little strong, didn’t it…?”

Aiden’s mind went white as he clutched the bottle, watching real mother’s milk flow from her breast.

She continued to knead her breast as she spoke.

“I can… fill it all up soon.”

Seojin said this as the corners of her lips slowly lifted into a smile.

Without a trace of guilt, she looked him right in the eye.

In that instant, Aiden pulled the bottle away and, bringing his mouth to her breast, began to drink greedily.

Seojin’s eyes fluttered open as the bottle she had been so diligently filling was emptied. Seeing her breast now latched in his mouth instead of the bottle, she let out a small laugh.

The moment his warm tongue touched her soft nipple, she jolted as if startled, and the tip of her breast twitched inside his mouth.

Holding her breath, her hands hovering uncertainly in the air, Seojin eventually rested them gently on his shoulders.

“…Cock sucker….”

She said the words herself, then moved her hands higher to cradle his head.

“This is how you use it, right?”

Instead of answering, he pushed his tongue forward again.

A lewd caress—flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue, gently catching it with his upper teeth, pressing it with his lower lip, and sucking deeply.

Aiden sucked and bit at her breast—drinking as if to make it burst.

Her milk poured out madly. It wasn’t mere milk, but her obscene reward, a submission akin to motherhood.

They were in the yard, where anyone could see her spilling her milk and him catching it with his mouth just by glancing over the fence.

In that dangerous space, she was embracing the head of another man who had his mouth on her breast.

“Ah, hngh! More… drink your fill!”

She said, her cheeks flushed as she smiled. Aiden responded by thrusting his hips forward like a stallion.

At the same time, he cupped her other breast with one hand.

Squish.

A weighty mound of flesh. The elasticity spreading between his fingers.

With a short squeeze, milk once again trickled out.

She spoke in a whisper.

“Nngh… aah… my kind… teacher…”

He was caressing her wide, heavy pelvic bone when—

“—Huk!”

Aiden’s eyes shot open mid-wet dream, his ass lifted off the bed.

He had fallen asleep in nothing but his underwear, which was now soaked with sweat and semen. His heart was still back in the dream.

There, where she had been calling his name and lifting her hips.

“……Fuck… fuck, Seojin…”

Her words were still etched in his ears.

“My husband… won’t know either.”

Aiden’s fantasy, which had only ever existed in his imagination, had reached its peak and was about to become one with him when reality yanked him back, cutting him off just before the climax of pleasure.

He stared blankly at the ceiling.

The sensation remained in his hands. The heat of that impossible moment, just as he was about to enter her.

Her breath, her lovely voice—

Everything.

The moment that was just about to begin shattered upon waking, and was simply… gone.

He clutched his head.

“Hah… fuck…”

His whole body was hot, covered only by the evidence of his wet dream.

Beyond the pushed-aside blankets, his palm was still trembling, as if with the memory of holding her waist.

“This is… too much, dear God…”

His voice was cracked.

His stomach felt empty. The pleasure had vanished before it could erupt, leaving only the aftermath of a wet dream his body had reacted to.

And in the silence, he suddenly remembered that he had to deliver milk to that house again today.

That he had to face her and smile, saying, “Good morning.”

Though it was more than an hour earlier than usual, Aiden stumbled to the bathroom floor, trying to get a grip. He turned on the water with one hand.

He tried to steady his mind with the stream of cold water.

“Fuck… am I crazy, for real…”

He’d already thrown his underwear in the laundry. The stickiness of the semen from his dream clung to his wrist under the shower’s spray.

He washed it off mercilessly and rolled his neck from side to side.

But in that moment, what popped into his head was the movement of her lips as she had murmured the words.

“Cock sucker… Cunt… Slut…”

She had repeated the words quietly, without knowing their meaning, her lips softly pursing and parting with each one.

That mouth, moving so delicately.

The plump tongue visible through the slight parting of her lips.

What if those lips… were touching me there right now…?

Just a fleeting thought of her, and his lower abdomen clenched again.

“…Fuck.”

His hand still gripping the shower head, he reached down with his other and wrapped it around his already damp cock.

Then, imagining Seojin’s lips on him now, he began to thrust his hips.

Masturbation was more intense than the dream he hadn’t been allowed to enter.

But it was all connected. An unfinished act. A desire that had therefore spilled out into reality.

He thrust his hips a few times, imagining the feeling of those lips to the very end, and then again, he came in a gush.

The water was still running. He leaned against the wall, panting.

“Fucking psycho…”

A dozen years of schooling had never taught him how to solve a problem like this. It was, quite simply, a maddening, forbidden first love.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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