Chapter 50: Milk Shower [R-18]

Rio crawled up on his knees, laying his body next to hers.

He settled into the empty space on the sofa beside her disheveled form, his hands moving to her breasts.

“I looked around yesterday, but there was nothing quite like this.”

He spread his fingers, cupping the entirety of one massive breast. Then he kneaded it, as if it were dough.

His palm rubbed across the whole of it, his fingers squeezing the upper curve. The elasticity, the weight, and the dense feeling of milk churned in his hand.

“…Hh.”

Her nipples swelled without their owner’s will. Her flesh yielded to his grip. A slow smile spread across his lips at the heavy, pliant sensation.

He cupped both breasts again, slowly pressing them inward toward the center of her chest.

In the quiet daylight of the hotel room, the only thing moving was him; Seojin remained asleep.

They spread when pressed, rose when gathered. He repeated the motion as if playing with a soft ball, watching the heavy, hot mounds of flesh change shape in his hands.

But Rio, knowing her body had more to offer than just its size, pressed his thumb against a nipple.

A firm sensation beneath his finger. Amid the tautness of the swollen areola, a liquid was beginning to soak his hand.

Rio let out a soft, amused laugh.

His handling changed. Where before he had been kneading them playfully, he now squeezed, pushed, and pressed with the intent to draw something out.

Squeeeze—

As he cupped her breast without blocking the path, the tip of Seojin’s nipple glistened. And then, drip.

A single drop of milk fell onto the back of his hand.

“…Mm.”

He licked it off lightly. The smiling man then pushed both breasts together forcefully. Gripping them with purpose, he began to slowly stroke downward.

Squeeeze—

This time, not a drop but a thin stream of milk spurted from the tip of her nipple. Then from the other one, too.

Using both hands, Rio squeezed the two enormous breasts alternately, letting the stronger streams hit his own body and fall away, while the rest flowed like a fountain directly onto Seojin’s.

He wasn’t expressing it to drink, as he had before. This was his leisure now. Milk squeezed out of boredom. Not drunk to torment someone, but simply because it came out.

He licked his lips.

“Let’s see how much comes out now.”

Squeeeze—

Beneath his hands, Seojin’s breasts were pressed and released, milk pooling at the tips. Rio didn’t think of it as a waste, nor did he drink or lick a single drop.

Drip, drip.

The milky-white liquid fell onto Seojin’s splayed breasts. It shifted and slid, unable to settle on the round mounds even when left alone.

Her milk first wet her nipples, then trickled down her breasts, along her cleavage, and spread to the hollow of her navel.

The streams of milk, one then two, almost looked like a man’s semen.

Rio watched the scene with his mouth shut. The traces slowly spreading over her wet skin. This was a pleasure drunk not with the mouth, but with the eyes.

Satisfied with the sight, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

“…Not bad.”

He pressed her breasts again. He cupped both at once, kneading them with his palms and gently putting his weight into it.

Squeeeze—

Once more, milk spurted onto Seojin.

As he created marks that resembled the aftermath of sex, Seojin’s breathing began to change, just slightly.

“…Hut…”

A subtle reaction from her body. Her nipples twitched, and her abdomen contracted slowly at the feeling of the liquid running over her stomach. Even dead to the world in a drunken stupor, her subconscious was sensitive.

Rio didn’t miss it.

“Hmm?”

Drip, drip. He unbuttoned his own damp shirt, lowered his body, and positioned himself to catch her milk directly.

As if he, too, were drenched in the fluids of sex.

“Seojin, look at the state we’re in, and we haven’t even made it to the bed.”

Seojin’s body reacted before her mind could escape reality. Her nipples seemed to be pulled taut, her chest tightened, and her abdomen contracted.

She couldn’t hear his whisper, but she was already on the verge of climax.

“Ngh…!”

As his caresses continued, Seojin clenched her fists, and soon after, her body trembled softly, so very softly, as she quietly came.

Her lips were sealed, the sounds swallowed, but her body didn’t lie.

Her lower belly, her thighs, and her slick, parting vulva. Rio watched it all without a single word.

Then, he slowly brought his fingers to the minutely changed gap between her thighs.

And—flick.

He swept up a line of her fluid with his fingertip and brought it to his tongue.

He rolled his tongue as if tasting wine.

“…Mm. Not bad at all.”

A slow smile spread across his lips.

“To get this much without even using my mouth… I’d say I made you well.”

He then smeared his wet fingers on her thigh. Leaving her traces tangled here and there, he closed his eyes and licked away all the lukewarm remnants, sweeping across her entire upper body.

“……Ugh.”

It was a long while later that Seojin opened her eyes.

Was it because the sunlight, now lower in the sky, was teasing her eyelids? When she sat up, her head felt lighter than before, and her body felt surprisingly okay.

“…Ah…”

Except for the sensation between her thighs when she sat up.

Squish.

“…Huh…?”

Her eyes slowly drifted down to the space between her thighs, and she sucked in a breath.

At the end of her gaze, beneath the thin fabric of her dress, from the center of her buttocks to the top of her thighs… she was soaked with a thick, strangely sticky liquid.

“…What is this…?”

There was no way Seojin didn’t know what it was. Her heart plummeted. She had no memory of it. She hadn’t even dreamed.

But her body was thoroughly wet.

Unconsciously, Seojin lifted the hem of her dress. No matter how she looked, the inside of the dress, with no underwear beneath, was soaked and sticky, the tacky stains spreading to her inner thighs.

“…Ah…”

A small moan escaped her. The shock and shame came from the realization that the fluid was her own.

“…I must be crazy…”

While I was sleeping…? And in clothes like this…?

What’s more, this wasn’t even her dress. It was the one Rio said he’d gotten from another woman.

And she had soiled it. The fact sent a hot flush of shame all the way to her chest.

“…Why… is this…”

Should she have just taken it all off? Her breath caught in her throat, her chest tightening. But before she could deal with the scene, she heard the door to the bedroom open quietly.

“…!”

By the time Seojin looked up, it was too late.

Rio, a cigarette between his lips, was turning toward the minibar when his eyes met hers.

Soon, the corner of his mouth curled up.

“…Whew.”

A low, lazy whistle, Rio’s signature catcall, made Seojin’s breath catch in her throat. She reflexively raised her hands to cover her breasts, focusing on her nipples.

Her body was too large for her two hands to cover both breasts completely, but it was faster than pulling up the straps that had fallen to her waist.

Her lips felt dry.

Rio shifted the cigarette to the corner of his mouth and looked down at her. His gaze traveled from her chest to her waist, and then to the area below, still hidden by her body and a part of the sofa.

Conscious of his gaze, Seojin quickly pressed her legs together.

“Seducing me?”

It was a joke. But thinking of his debauched nature, Seojin’s eyes widened.

“N-N-No, sir…!”

Her denial grew quieter and quieter as she squeezed her thighs and knees together, avoiding his gaze.

Please, don’t look down there…

She could accept him seeing the straps she’d pulled down herself, but she was terrified he might see the inside of her dress, the wet lining under the skirt, the sticky dampness between her thighs.

“For the record, I prefer it when they take the initiative.”

With that, Rio opened the minibar.

Seojin used the moment to bend over deeply, pulling up the straps to cover her chest and tugging her skirt down as far as it would go.

But after grabbing a bottle of water, he didn’t turn away. As he started to approach, Seojin flinched and quickly spoke.

“——While I was sleeping… I think I… sweated a little… so, I-I might smell.”

Her voice trembled. Even her breathing was fraught with anxiety.

“…So… I’ll go wash up.”

It sounded as if she were purifying herself to greet her husband, but it was the best she could come up with. Rio tilted his head slightly, looking at her.

A faint, bland smile played on his lips.

“Fine. Do as you please.”

It was an indifferent agreement, but to her, it sounded like permission to escape.

Seojin nodded repeatedly. As she placed a foot on the floor to leave, the feeling of the wet lining sticking to her skin made her flush hotly.

…Just how wet did I get…?

But she couldn’t miss the chance to escape, and her body moved first.

“I’ll be right back…!”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Seojin darted past Rio and ran toward the bathroom as if fleeing for her life.

Thump, thump. The sound of her footsteps was swallowed by the thick carpet. The bathroom door slammed shut with force.

Silence fell in the room she had just vacated, and in the middle of it all, Rio slowly crouched down.

Holding the cigarette in his hand, he let out a muffled laugh.

“…Pfft, heh.”

His expression said it all.

“Let’s see how far this goes.”

He was simply observing the movements of his toy. She had run to the bathroom as if escaping, and Rio was left behind, laughing.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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