“Huh? Directly?”

    “Let’s put this milk away first and then talk.”

    “Oh, yes, sorry… … .”

    It was lonely.

    My breast milk.My breast milk that men like.

    I wanted you to drink it, but you ended up spilling it on the floor like this.

    I feel so stupid.

    I sat on the floor in despair and looked at the breast milk being removed by the men.

    After the men cleared up the commotion, I came to my senses to some extent and stood up. It doesn’t have to be a kettle, right? There are also bamboo-like lunch boxes.

    It’s similar to volunteering at a hot spring. You have to think for yourself and move. Yes, that would be correct.

    “Then, I will bring milk in another bowl.”

    After saying that, I was about to go back into the kitchen when my shoulder was grabbed. It was Mr. Arche.

    “No, what do you need another bowl for? What if it spills again?”

    “Uh, what should I do then?”

    “It was rather good. You can serve it yourself.”

    “Ugh… What does it mean directly?”

    I hesitated and pointed my finger to my chest. Arche nods.

    Nonsense.

    However, it was difficult to deny that excitement was mixed with intense feelings of denial.

    ***

    “Stir, do you need some milk?”

    I put down my drink in a quiet voice.

    “Huh? No need. But now it’s gone?”

    “Okay, I’ll add some milk.”

    I looked at the kettle and gulped. The action from now on is a familiar one that I have done several times today. However, the big difference is that there are eyes that are looking at this.

    It’s a noisy drinking party right now, so maybe it’s a good thing that only two or three people sitting at this table are watching?

    Bring the kettle to the end of the table.

    Bend slightly at the waist and bring your chest closer to the table. To be precise, take it over the kettle of liquor.

    Then, she moved her hands to slightly pull down the frilly chest piece that covered her breasts.

    Opaque, pink nipples with white droplets are revealed.

    Cover your breast with your other hand and aim your nipple into the jug so no one can see it.

    Then, press the breast and pull the nipple down. Like milking a cow.

    Grumble-

    “Ugh, aww!”

    The sound was much louder than I expected. It wasn’t just me feeling anxious, it was just loud. It made quite a loud noise, perhaps because it was squeezed out with pressure rather than pouring the liquid on top of the liquid.

    The surroundings become quiet.

    The loud chatter of the drunkards completely stopped.

    Thanks to this, the sound of breast milk pouring into the glass became louder.

    The milk flow stopped. But you can tell without looking. Everyone will be looking at me, my breasts to be exact.

    Ugh. I can’t help it like this.

    Grrrr-

    I massaged my breasts again and squeezed out the breast milk. It would be less embarrassing to end it quickly and act calm and move on as if nothing happened.

    I should, but it feels weird.

    It’s different from when you cook it alone in the kitchen. Sigh.

    It felt like my vertebrae had disappeared and an electric shock gun had been replaced. It’s tingling. I feel like my brain is melting.

    I straightened my clothes with my head down.

    And when I lifted my head slightly and looked ahead, as expected, all eyes were focused on my chest.

    Feeling embarrassed, I corrected my posture.

    “Okay, then enjoy it.”

    I tried to act like nothing was wrong, but I chewed my tongue slightly. But, well, no problem… Is it gay?

    “Keuhum. Hum. The milk was breast milk.”

    “What, give it to us too! I just refused to drink goat milk because I feel sick!”

    “It was somehow delicious. Quick, us first!”

    “Follow the order!”

    There’s no way there won’t be a problem.

    The restaurant was in chaos. Is it because of the alcohol, or is it because of the crowd mentality of many people gathered?

    As I stood there blankly for a moment, with people calling me from all over the place, men attacked me.

    “Put away the alcohol. Bring your own alcohol and drink it yourself! No hands, no feet?”

    “Hazel, no, the saint, the saint. All you have to do is give milk to the saint.”

    The tray containing the liquor kettle was taken away, and my wrist was grabbed and dragged to the next table.

    “Oh, wait a minute.”

    Oh, my chest, my chest isn’t covered yet!

    I had no choice but to be dragged by the man, with one wrist covering my chest with the other hand.

    “Now, give it to us too.”

    A kettle of alcohol being held out in front of your eyes, or rather, in front of your chest.

    And that kettle of wine, no, a dozen men staring straight at my chest.

    No, the rest of you should just have a drink. Why are you staring at me?

    I twitch and feel my nipples becoming slightly hard.

    Well, you have no choice but to do it, right? I think everyone will be disappointed if I say no. No matter what, everyone is working hard for me, so I want to make sure they drink breast milk, or rather alcohol, happily.

    I gathered my courage and tried to bow down.

    But this, you have to have a kettle on the table so you can bend down and express breast milk? I can’t do that because I’m holding it right in front of my chest.

    “Hey, please put the kettle on the table.”

    “Huh? Can’t I just do it like this?”

    “That’s right. show me! Milking!”

    “I feel sorry between us! You also let me spank your ass. No, we spanked your ass too!”

    “That’s right! Because you liked it, I hit it through the forbidden magic, so you enjoyed it too!”

    It seemed like a riot would break out. Alcohol was a scary thing.

    “Ah, ah, I understand! Stop talking about butts!”

    I closed my eyes and pulled down my clothes, exposing one breast. Since I had squeezed my left breast a little while ago, my right breast was exposed.

    ““““Ooooaaa!!!””””

    Would there be such cheers if an idol had a breast exposure accident during a concert? A loud, passionate shout rang out.

    You guys weren’t that interested in women’s bodies. Why are you doing this all of a sudden? Isn’t that true? You weren’t interested in me, and you all probably did it with Captain Grecia, right?

    As I thought that, my nipples, which I thought were already fully erect, twitched again and grew even bigger. The moment I flinched, a drop of breast milk appeared in front of my nipple.

    ““Oh… It came out.””

    The exclamation of men who were watching it again.

    I’m embarrassed. Good mood. It’s thrilling.

    I stretched out my trembling hand and gently grabbed her exposed breast.

    Even though I am currently producing a lot of breast milk due to my power, there is a procedure for expressing breast milk.

    You should first massage the lower breast by sweeping it upward.

    Then, starting from the side closest to the heart, you should press gently toward the nipple to collect the breast milk as if herding a flock of sheep.

    Then, while pinching the areola rather than the nipple, pull the breast outward.

    Grrrr-

    Three streams of milk spurted out from the nipple.

    Everyone is watching. I’m looking forward to it. I’m finding it interesting.

    My whole body becomes hot along with my chest. I could feel the love juice dripping from my crotch and falling down to my feet.

    Good mood. happy.

    And it’s unfair.

    The only time I’ve had a dick inside was when I was raped, but I’ve already pumped out a lot of breast milk.

    I repeated the same operation a few more times and expressed breast milk. After massaging the breast, the areola and nipple were pressed and squeezed.

    It was a necessary procedure to express breast milk, but because the men were watching, my lower abdomen felt tingling, hot, and itchy, so I touched it a little more aggressively for masturbation.

    “Hmm. Haha… It’s done, it’s done. Enjoy your meal.”

    I said that to the man who was holding the kettle in front of his chest.

    Then the man grinned and squeezed my breasts, which were red from pumping out breast milk, a few times before returning to his table. It was an inconsequential touch, like shaking hands.

    But the moment the man’s hand touched my chest, I walked away lightly.

    Rather than saying that having my breasts caressed felt good enough to make me leave right away, I think it’s true that now I’ve naturally become a person who goes away when men are happy.

    Please enjoy it♡

    And so my table tour began.

    Before I knew it, both breasts were exposed. The part of her top that covered her breasts was pulled down and buried in the flesh below her breasts.

    What happens when clothes stretch? It’s a pretty dress, though.

    I was worried because it was not a simple off-the-shoulder outfit, but an ordinary maid’s outfit that showed a lot of cleavage like a V-neck.

    … …

    Hehe♡

    It’s so funny that I’m more worried about my clothes stretching out than my chest being exposed.

    And now I no longer have to struggle to express breast milk.

    That’s because now when I get to the table, the man hugs me from behind.

    Then, in a back hug, he massages my breasts and squeezes out the milk.

    This is completely self-service.

    “Ha, ugh. There was more piled up on the left.”

    It’s also strange. The man’s hands are definitely more clumsy than when I knit it myself. But it feels so much better.

    “Ugh. It hurts, it hurts♡ If you pinch the tip of the nipple, it gets blocked and won’t come out♡”

    The breast milk didn’t come out because it was blocked, but the baby juice came out in a rush♡

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