Chapter 94: A Predator of a Different Gender [R-18]

Her voluminous breasts spread out wantonly beneath the thin t-shirt.

When Mia cupped them, lifting them from the underside, Seojin gasped, “Hieut…!”

With an admiring touch, Mia squeezed slowly, as if testing their texture and weight. The heavy resilience that filled her palm, the soft density that spread between her fingers.

The fact that they were too large to be cupped in a single hand—a stark contrast to her own slender frame—only aroused Mia further.

“Wh-what are you doing…!”

With every movement of Mia’s hand, Seojin’s breasts were lifted and lowered, swelling and bouncing with a supple elasticity.

The t-shirt was practically meaningless. Her nipples had already hardened, and Mia’s touch zeroed in on the sensitive peaks.

Seojin had no choice but to brace herself against the floor with hands that had been hovering uselessly in the air, just to keep from collapsing. She couldn’t bring herself to touch Mia.

“Oh my. I think these are the biggest I’ve ever seen… And so sensitive.”

One of Mia’s hands remained on her breast, kneading it, savoring the ripe texture.

“Here… does this feel good?”

She pressed and twisted the nipple with her thumb.

Then, switching her grip, she straightened her thumb and middle finger and began to press down in slow circles around the nipple.

“Hngh…!”

As Seojin’s heavy breasts, no longer held up, slowly settled downward, Mia leaned in close and whispered.

“The more I look, the lewder you seem.”

“Please, stop…!”

Mia paid her pleas no mind; her eyes were far more explicit than her words. Unlike her own lean body, Seojin’s was all supple curves. Flesh that didn’t sag when pressed, but held firm with resilience.

It all stirred a desire to dominate within Mia.

“Haaah…!”

Still on her knees, Seojin arched backward, sucking in a sharp breath. Her chest jutted upward, and a hint of pink shimmered through the thin fabric.

Mia didn’t miss a thing. She used both hands to once again scoop Seojin’s breasts up from underneath.

Their weight was more than she’d imagined. She lifted them slowly, like a prize she’d hunted, feeling their heft and shape between her fingers as she squeezed and shook them.

“Wow.”

With an appreciative sigh, Mia squeezed Seojin’s breasts together. The pale flesh pressed against itself, looking like a massive balloon about to burst.

“Haa… Aah…!”

A shiver ran down Seojin’s spine. A moment later, Mia’s thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple hard through the fabric, and another cry tore from her lips. Her face went slack as if she’d stopped breathing, her eyes rolling back until only the whites showed.

Mia’s lips curled into a smile.

Again, she tormented the nipple through the fabric—rubbing, pressing, then twisting it as if wringing it out.

“Ahhh… N-no…!”

Seojin bucked her hips with a half-sob, but a warm, damp sensation was already spreading… At first, she thought it was sweat, but—

“…Hm?”

Mia’s eyes, fixed on the shadowed curve of Seojin’s breast, caught sight of a small, damp spot on the fabric. Thanks to her vigorous squeezing, a clear droplet had beaded at the tip of the nipple.

But a woman knows a woman’s body. It wasn’t sweat; it wasn’t coming from between the folds of her skin. It was coming from the nipple itself.

A surge of curiosity, a wild ‘what if,’ drove her. Mia moved closer, as if to embrace Seojin, and slipped a hand under her shirt. She grabbed the hem and yanked it all the way up, exposing her chest. Then, she took hold of the bare undersides of those unrestrained breasts and began to knead.

“…Oh my.”

A faint wetness glistened around the areola. A milky fluid was beading on the nipple, threatening to drip. A faint, almost giddy smile touched Mia’s lips as she leaned in and licked the droplet with the tip of her tongue.

Kneeling in a corner of the kitchen, by a set of drawers, Seojin’s mind was a mess.

She had approached Mia to check on her, but now, caught in the other woman’s dominant gaze and grip, she was trembling like an animal being milked, trapped between shame and sensation.

“Were you pregnant or something?”

Mia’s hands moved slowly. Every touch—grasping, rubbing, pressing, lifting—was a caress designed for pure pleasure.

Seojin frantically shook her head, her cheeks flushing crimson. To avoid looking at Mia, she tilted her head back stiffly.

“Hngh…!”

If she lowered her arms, she would trap Mia’s hands and press her own torso down onto them. But if she kept her arms braced, Mia would just continue to grope her. There was no way out.

And she couldn’t bring herself to hurt this woman who looked as if she might shatter with the slightest push. In the end, all Seojin could do was appeal pitifully to Mia’s mercy.

“Let… go… please…”

“Sorry, just a little longer. I’m bored, you see.”

But all she got in return was the certainty of domination. The instinct to play with her prey. The lewd patience of someone wanting to savor the moment.

—She was just like a certain man she knew.

Mia gripped her breasts again.

“Hnngh…!”

Feeling something warm and wet smear against her palm, Mia stopped squeezing with her fingers and instead began rubbing the areola in circles with her palm.

Seojin’s breathing hitched, her lips falling open. She was so bewildered she couldn’t muster a single word of protest.

Right now, she was nothing more than prey, trembling in the hands of a predator who just happened to be a different gender.

“Want to lean on me? Or should I pull you into a hug?”

Seojin couldn’t resist.

Instead of bracing her hands on the floor, Seojin’s arms ended up draped over Mia’s shoulders, resting on the slender woman’s back. Below, her cleavage and nipples, already damp with milk, were starkly exposed.

Mia took a sharp breath, lifted one of Seojin’s heavy breasts, lowered her head, and latched onto the nipple.

The fact that Seojin hadn’t pressed herself tightly against her left just enough space.

“Sluurp—”

A jolt of pleasure shot through her as Mia’s tongue enveloped her nipple, sucking hard. The full, heavy feeling and the warm liquid spread through Mia’s mouth.

“Ugh-haah…!”

Seojin arched her back, trembling.

The sensation was more than a simple caress; it was the humiliating pleasure of having her entire breast milked, the wet sounds of it echoing in the quiet room.

Mia pulled away to breathe, a sly smile on her face. She didn’t even bother to wipe her mouth.

“So this is what it tastes like… How fascinating.”

And she opened her mouth again.

“—One more time.”

With Seojin’s breast still in her mouth, Mia slowly turned her head. A white droplet of milk clung to the corner of her lips. The nipple above it, glistening and already sucked and squeezed multiple times, was taut and erect.

“Haa… Ah, ahng…!”

Half-risen from her kneeling position, unable to close her legs, Seojin was now awkwardly cradled in Mia’s arms. Her breast stretched from her chest to Mia’s mouth, and with every pull, she felt a warm wetness trickle from between her legs.

Mia flicked the nipple with her tongue one last time before sliding her hand down between Seojin’s legs, seeking more pleasure.

“…Hm?”

But her hand was stopped. Seojin wasn’t wearing soft underwear. There was something else.

“…What’s this?”

Mia fumbled with it, trying to identify the object by touch. Cold metal. An intricate lock fastened over bare skin.

“……?”

Pfft. A small laugh escaped her lips.

“Seriously?”

Finding it hard to believe, she glanced down. As if she’d just seen the most absurd thing in the world, Mia squeezed Seojin’s thigh and gave it a little shake.

Through the gleaming metal frame, she could see the slick, glistening skin, thoroughly soaked with arousal, but she couldn’t touch it.

“Rio… puts things like this on you? Haha, that man really is something else, isn’t he?”

Seojin trembled with shame. Mia found it hard to stifle her laughter, but she soothed her by lifting her breast again and latching on with a wet slurp.

——Click.

Just then, the front door opened. And this time, it was Rio.

It was far too early for him to be home, but he’d cut his day short after a call from Mia. His eyes fell upon the scene: Seojin, sobbing as Mia sucked on her breast, her hand gripping the other.

Milk smeared on Mia’s hands, Seojin’s shirt hiked up, and the metal of the chastity belt gleaming starkly against her thighs.

In the silence that followed, Mia detached her mouth from the nipple and licked away the last droplet with the tip of her tongue.

Then, she turned to Rio and slowly smiled.

“Hello, darling.”

There was no surprise or apology in her tone, only the sly satisfaction of someone who’d found a hidden toy and decided to play with it first.

“So this is what you’ve been enjoying all by yourself, Rio.”

Rio said nothing, his gaze fixed not on Mia, but on Seojin.

Her t-shirt was bunched up above her breasts, leaving her completely exposed from the chest down. Her nipples were hard, her breasts slick with milk.

Seojin, the woman he had expected to run and greet him, couldn’t even bring herself to look at him. Her lips trembled. The moment she felt his eyes on her, a shiver ran through her hips.

She could feel the slickness even beneath the chastity belt. A body completely drenched, a wetness she couldn’t control.

“…Ha.”

Rio let out a short breath, a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, and unzipped his pants. Beneath the parted fabric, the distinct outline of his erection strained against his underwear.

“Good thing I put that on you.”

Seojin, overwhelmed with lust and utterly helpless—it was the exact scene he had most wanted to see.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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