episode_0093
by admin“Eck?Why is that… Take it out?”
I asked cautiously, out of curiosity.
“Actually, it is called milk, but sheep milk, goat milk, and cow milk are all similar. You can put anything in it.”
“Well, I see.”
“Then, of course, what is the best thing for people to eat? It’s human milk.”
As expected, it was like that. I hurriedly grabbed Mr. Arche’s hand and stopped him.
“Now, wait a minute. You’re not planning on manipulating that right now, are you?”
“What! No, saint. We’re trying to drink delicious alcohol for the first time in a while, and all we need is a little help, but are you saying you don’t like it? You agreed to serve me. huh? It’s a reward for finding the cube, right?”
It was the lean, muscular Mr. Charlton who interrupted me.
“Oh, no. I said I would volunteer, but isn’t this a little different?”
But I also have to say something. This is a bit over the line! I protested strongly.
“What’s the difference? We help the saint with what only we can do, and the saint helps us with what only she can do.”
“Wow, okay… Huh♡”
There was one more man left in the kitchen. The large man behind me reached down from above and grabbed my chest.
It was a maid uniform that exposed the upper chest, so it was designed so that you could grab the bare chest by reaching down from the top.
Haha. Since I didn’t have a bra, he even grabbed my nipples♡
My chest feels good.
I feel like I’ve been hugged.
And his hands are big too.
“Huh.”
“Look at that. The saint seems to be in a good mood, too. huh? Help me just this once. Then I’ll do something better than lathering you up with soap.”
My eyes lit up at that sweet talk.
“What’s better than foam? Haha♡”
“Yes! You’ll really like it.”
She tempts me by twirling my nipples with her index finger.
It felt really good to get covered in soap bubbles and then rub against someone else♡
But you’re telling me you’re teaching me something that makes me feel better than that? What can feel better than that? So can a person remain sane?
“Huh. yes. I will do it, service. But I do it not because it is good, but because I promised to serve.”
“Yes, yes. know. Thank you.”
And as if he had been waiting, Mr. Arche operated the tablet, and I felt my nipples getting a little hard as the big man was holding them.
***
“Place a pitcher of this on each table and ask if they would like it with milk. And if you say you like it, just mix the milk in the small kettle with the liquor kettle.”
We were briefly taught how to serve.
But the important thing is that the milk jug is empty.
Still, you don’t have to squeeze it in front of men, right?
I took a deep breath and bent over the milk kettle.
Then, she slowly took out her breasts and massaged them.
Tribute. From the inside of the breast to the outside.
I thought breast milk was collected in a pocket or something like that inside the breast, but when I felt it closely, I found out that wasn’t really the case.
Do you feel like your entire breast is just a sponge soaked in milk?
Then, if you squeeze this out…
I grabbed the nipple, pressed it, and pulled it out of my body, towards the kettle.
“Kyaaah!”
Grumble-
With a sharp pain, white milk poured into the milk kettle.
Wow, there are a lot of them.
I think Arche pulled the breast milk amount slide all the way down.
A kettle is small, but a milk kettle is quite large and was filled with two milkings. OMG… I’m incredibly embarrassed.
Still, since I don’t have to show it to anyone, it might be worth doing?
“Well, I’ll come back then.”
I put my clothes away, picked up a large tray, and went out.
“Hey, does anyone want some Kalia?”
“Uh, what is it? Did you dip that too? Give one to our table here.”
As soon as I shouted that, the men at the table near the kitchen cheered.
“Yes, it is here. Ehm. Mr. Parcho?”
“Hazel’s clothes are pretty? Hahaha. If you have clothes like that, why did you go naked with us when we went to the mine?”
This table was filled with familiar men. Men who stand guard or patrol the village.
A four-member group that includes Nurk and Mr. Parcho.
“Huh? Is it okay to not go on patrol?”
“Hey! We also work in shifts. Do you ever die while working?”
When I look at the irritated Nurk, the area around my areola feels tingly and irritated. Because Nurk was the first man to suck out my breast milk. Ugh, of course I thought that when breast milk came out, I would give it to my baby first, or only to my baby.
Anyway, my body seems to have remembered the pleasure of sucking breast milk, and every time I hear Nurk’s voice, my heart feels like it’s trembling.
“So, are you going to add milk to Kalia?”
“What, Mr. Arche, did you have milk too? Is it goat milk? What kind of milk?”
Mr. Parcho asked a question, and I felt my heart drop.
“Uh, well, well, well, I don’t know. First of all, I brought it as ordered.”
“Hmm, that’s enough for us. Nuck, this bastard gets into a fight whenever he sees milk. Ha!”
“Green onions, parcho! What if someone hears it? Shh! Shhh!”
Nurk seemed more surprised than me. I guess I have a bad memory of sucking my breast milk like a baby.
What was it that was so bad? I’m sad… …
Still, I was fortunate to be able to save my breast milk.
Then I’ll just leave the Kalia kettle. bon appetite.
Fortunately, the first table passed safely. It was a complicated feeling that coexisted with the relief of not having to see others drinking my breast milk and the loneliness of being rejected.
[Ah, that’s mental pollution.]
Suddenly, Naeseong spoke to me. What, you weren’t this kind of friend.
[I am letting you know because I have now promised to cooperate properly. To be precise, it is the mental pollution of ‘I feel happy when men drink my breast milk.’ This is the power that came from the tablet created by the god of this world.]
[What should I do? I can clean it up.]
I was worried. It’s right to endure with a clear mind, right? If these things continue to accumulate, you may end up becoming a miserable sex slave to men.
[Huh?]
Because it’s good to be happy, yes.
And, if possible, I don’t want to break my promise to Arche.
I continued serving.
“Kya. What do you know, Hazel? that’s right. If you mix this drink with milk, it’s just amazing! Is it touching? Would you like to drink with us?”
Finally, a table appeared to look for milk.
“Ahaha. Thank you for your words, but my role today is to help you drink comfortably. Well, then, I will mix some milk in a kettle for you.”
My heart is pounding
Add a little milk to the kettle containing the alcohol. Squeak-
To “. Is that the only thing you can put in? Then it doesn’t taste good. More, more… ”
Gurgling.
OMG… Oh, no.
About 1/3 of the milk is already gone.
“Okay, then enjoy it.”
It felt like a loss, as if money had been taken out of my wallet and given to me.
I pretended to go to the next table and glanced at the table.
The men shared a drink and made a toast.
I drank it in one shot.
“Keuuuu. I made the drink properly.”
“ Yes, but what kind of milk is this? Sweet and savory?”
Wow. A man drank my breast milk.
And he said it was delicious.
My body turned bright red. I was half embarrassed and half excited.
Was it because of that reaction? People have been asking for milk from all over the place.
If you mix milk on two tables, the breast milk jug becomes empty.
Then, she runs back into the kitchen and squeezes her breasts to refill them with milk.
Did you squeeze your left breast a little while ago? This time I have to squeeze my right breast.
There are also tips for expressing breast milk. Do not press the nipple too far forward. Because the hole it comes out of is blocked.
As expected, the kettle fills up quickly, perhaps because it is not breast milk that comes naturally, but something similar to the power of God.
Well, if every woman who gives birth produces as much breast milk as I do, the baby will explode and die.
After filling the kettle, I took it out in a huff. I was in a hurry because I was hoping that more people would drink my milk.
And was it because I was in too much of a hurry?
An accident happened.
I bumped into a drunk man who couldn’t control himself and ended up dropping the kettle containing breast milk on the floor.
Powok-
Not only did the milk spill on the floor, but the kettle broke.
“Ah, what should I do with this?”
While I was in a state of shock, Mr. Arche and his group, who had been busy preparing alcohol in the kitchen, came out.
“That milk kettle is precious. What should I do?”
“I can’t help it. Now I have to deliver it myself without a kettle.”
Huh? What does direct mean?
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