Chapter 43: The Celebration Drink [R-18]

“…Still, that’s a bit much. It’s twisted, isn’t it?”

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, cigarettes, and the faint hint of drugs. A man who, despite having a woman on his arm, fancied himself a devout believer, spoke with one eye narrowed.

His words cast a momentary silence over the room, but…

“Hey. It’s fine, it’s fine. That’s not the vibe right now.”

The friend next to him quickly smoothed things over with a laugh. It didn’t take long for him to hand Rio a glass, trying to liven up the mood again.

“Rio. Have a birthday drink.”

“Should I?”

Rio chuckled softly. He swirled the glass he’d been handed, letting the liquor inside slosh to the brim before—splash—he dumped it all onto the floor.

The sharp, strong scent of alcohol briefly filled the air.

“Hey, what are you doing!”

Ignoring someone’s complaint about wasting expensive liquor on the floor instead of down his throat, Rio set the empty glass nearby and slowly leaned toward Seojin.

And then, with practiced skill, he began to unbutton her neatly fastened military uniform, stripping Seojin in front of everyone.

Rio acting on his whims was nothing new, but as he brazenly pushed open the woman’s collar, a few of his friends froze, glasses in hand.

All eyes began to converge on one spot.

When the blue club lights swept over them, Seojin’s breasts stood out even in the shadows. A soft curve that seemed to spill forth, a stark contrast to her slender waist.

Anyone could see it was a first-class body, one you wouldn’t even dare to ignore.

Rio cupped one of those curves with his hand as if to support it. It wasn’t a grab; the expression ‘toying with it’ was more fitting.

“Ngh…”

Even though these men played with influencers and celebrities, some of whom were in this very room, they had never seen a body like that.

The women clinging to their sides were perfectly made up, dressed in stunning clothes, and certainly not lacking in looks, but right now, none of them could steal the attention away from Seojin, who was being played with in Rio’s grasp.

“…Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Someone holding a glass muttered.

Rio, pretending not to hear, spread his fingers and slowly swept them across Seojin’s chest.

Starting from the base, he rotated his thumb and forefinger in a circle, massaging the entire volume and pressing hard enough for his knuckles to sink in. He knew everyone was watching, and though his body partially obscured their view at certain angles, he didn’t move aside.

He simply focused on Seojin’s body, pinching and squeezing around her nipple as if to milk her, pressing down firmly to stimulate the milk ducts. He smiled, clearly enjoying himself.

In the center of her large breast, a pink nipple had hardened. And at its slightly swollen tip, a drop of liquid was forming. Picking up a glass again, Rio pulled Seojin closer, hooking an arm around her side.

Now, he lifted her breast with one hand and squeezed. The distinct feeling that ‘more is coming’ was what drove him now.

Drip, drip—

Despite the blaring amps and the chaotically spinning lights, no one could look away or speak, as if they were all engaged in a collective vow of silence. Because the milky-white liquid flowing into the empty glass was coming from the breast still being toyed with in Rio’s hand.

Only when the glass was about half full did someone click their tongue, while another quietly set down their drink and leaned forward.

Amid the gazes—a mix of open curiosity and awe—fixed on Seojin’s chest, she alone covered her mouth, held her breath, and stared down at the glass below.

Rio patted her breast a few times, wiping away the last drops, then looked at the contents of the glass before turning his gaze to his dumbfounded friends.

“This will be my celebration drink. Cheers.”

And with that, he downed the glass full of breast milk.

The moment Rio drank the milk in a single gulp, the faint trace of liquid left on his lips proved it wasn’t a dream. He licked it away with his tongue. A playful smile was making a fool of them all.

The man who had been openly displaying his displeasure from the start spoke with a sneer.

“That’s livestock. No different from a cow or a pig.”

He pulled out a cigarette and fiddled with his cross necklace. He was the type to enjoy the pleasures of this room while clinging to a minimum of faith.

Rio laughed cheerfully, tilted his empty glass, and spoke to Seojin.

“How about we treat my friend to a glass this time? What do you say?”

As he finished speaking, his gaze landed on the friend who had just been looking at Seojin with discomfort—the man in the black shirt, buttoned all the way to the top.

Seojin’s eyes trembled. Her shoulders were still shaking faintly.

The stimulation from being milked in front of everyone had already left her sensitive and flushed inside. The heat felt even more pronounced now that she was out of Rio’s arms.

She covered her mouth in shame and shook her head, a small, almost tearful gesture.

“…I can’t… do that…”

Her lips barely moved. Rio leaned in close to her ear, his breath cool against her skin.

“If you can make him submit… I’ll be very, very pleased.”

His voice wasn’t a command, but a promise. A secret implication that he would want her more, that he would elevate her even higher. Seojin squeezed her eyes shut.

She took a shallow breath in and let it out, then slowly lifted her head like an actress about to take the stage. To make this party ‘fun,’ she had to be the one to act. For the sake of the pleasure that would be granted to her afterward.

Seojin slowly moved away from Rio’s side.

One step, two steps—

The sound of her military boots echoed across the floor, dappled with tangled lights. She stopped in front of the man who had just called her livestock, the one who had shown his revulsion.

The man said nothing. He scowled, looking up at Seojin with an expression of sacrilege.

Ignoring his gaze, she glanced at the table and saw an empty glass, likely his. Seojin quietly knelt on one knee on top of his table and leaned her upper body forward.

Her current posture was obvious to anyone.

The curve of her chest flowed naturally with gravity, and the space between her breasts formed a V, its center pointing directly over the glass.

She raised a trembling hand and cupped her right breast. Having been stimulated just moments before, the milk duct began to react the instant she touched it.

She bit her lip slightly, holding her breath. A warm, white liquid began to drip slowly, obscenely, into the glass and onto its rim.

Drip. Drip, drip. Splat.

There, closer to the other guests than to the stage where Rio was, a heavy wave of sensation rippled through the glass, like a ritual.

The man watched the scene before him with his mouth pressed shut, but his gaze traced the pink trajectory from Seojin’s areola to her nipple.

After filling the glass while everyone watched, she started to pull back, but unlike Rio, she hadn’t wiped herself clean. A few remaining drops flicked from her nipple, spattering the man’s pants.

Seojin let out a small, startled gasp, but then she lifted her head and said, “…Drink.”

Though she tried to sound like a seductress, her voice trembled. It was a sound layered with shame, excitement, and the thrilling depravity of knowing her actions were shaking someone’s convictions.

That combination made her voice all the more sensual.

“……”

The man still didn’t answer. But Seojin saw it.

The front of his pants had grown taut.

At first, the fabric just twitched, but then he quietly adjusted his trousers, and a shape slowly became visible beneath.

He was a believer, but he was also human. He spoke of sin, but she had proven with her body that she could bewitch him. From a distance, Rio’s light laughter could be heard as he watched his friend turn his head away, trembling with effort.

But now that she had filled the glass, Seojin didn’t care what he did. She had done what Rio wanted and had already achieved a sufficient result.

The moment Seojin stood and turned back, the other friends who had been quietly stealing glances at her could no longer hide their own states.

The degree varied, but even in their hazy minds, drunk on drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes, there were panting breaths, bouncing knees, and stiffly raised trousers.

No one mocked the believer. A silence, almost pitying, fell as they witnessed his suppressed desire. Only one lecherous taunt broke through.

“Hahahaha! Wow…”

Rio burst out laughing, no longer bothering to hide it.

His voice, sounding like he might cry from laughing so hard, floated lightly over the deep beat, full of genuine amusement.

“Now… someone needs to soothe our good friend, don’t you think?”

At those words, the dazed women stirred. A blonde-haired woman strode confidently over to her partner, sat on his lap, and crossed her legs. The woman next to her grabbed the man’s wrist and began licking his nape.

Thanks to them, the gazes that had been fixed on Seojin scattered, but the weight of them lingered on her skin.

Seojin tried her best to ignore them and slowly looked back at Rio. He was sitting in his spot, arms spread wide, watching her. His eyes were playful and relaxed, as if this entire space was his personal playground.

Rio gave a short jerk of his chin.

Come back now.

At that simple gesture, Seojin bit her lip and nodded. She cut through the crowd and headed back toward him.

He welcomed her as if greeting a triumphant general, pulling her into his arms and seating her on the sofa that had been cleared for him, the star of the party.

As Rio hummed a tune and put a cigarette to his lips, a nearby woman leaned in close to light it for him. Her perfume was sharp, a smile on her lips.

But Rio only accepted the light before gently pushing her forehead with a tap.

“Later.”

Rio looked at her again. Though her unbuttoned but largely draped military uniform covered most of her upper body, the warmth from her chest, which had been exposed and milked several times, was trapped within the fabric.

He smiled in satisfaction, looking at Seojin, who had provided such excellent entertainment. As if to reward her by enjoying her and her alone for now, a dimple appeared in his cheek. Rio whispered to Seojin.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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