Magic Tower (8)

―Shwaaaa…

The showers in this world didn’t have separate hoses. Instead, water poured out from sprinkler-like decorations attached to the ceiling. Even though the method of drawing water was somewhat primitive, it wasn’t inferior compared to modern showers.

It’s a blessing that each city has drainage facilities. Considering the real Middle Ages where sewage flowed in the streets, this world had a civilization beyond the Middle Ages. The development of magical engineering that replaced science… and the existence of magic that defied common sense.

Whatever. I decided not to think too deeply. Comparing the current level of civilization was a meaningless act.

―Huu…

A faint stream of hot air leaked out from the door. Clark was heating the water. For Clark, heating water was a piece of cake. I turned around and buried my face in the pillow.

‘To get rid of the corpse smell… it’ll take a while.’

I’d have to scrub hard. At least thirty minutes. I’d have to lather with soap for longer than that. A sigh filled with regret burst out as I thought about the wasted time. It wouldn’t have been bad to just cover myself in blood and embarrass Clark. Then we could have showered together…

……

…

There was no rule that said I couldn’t shower just because I was clean.

“Huhuhu…”

I brushed aside the blanket with a lewd smile. I approached the shower room door and then coolly took off the negligee I was wearing.

In an instant, I was in my underwear.

As I casually brushed aside the negligee that had fallen at my feet, Clark, who was in the shower room, tilted his head, hearing the noise.

“Magician-nim? Is something the matter?”

A steamy bathroom.

Clark’s tender voice echoed through it.

I untied the string that was holding my back together. My breasts shook once as the string came loose. Milk-white, and actually smelling of milk, the lewd mass of breasts shook up and down. I pinched my peach-colored nipples a few times to make Breast Milk flow. As I threw off even the underwear that was covering my private parts, only a captivating body that shook men’s hearts remained.

And, the stigmata faintly shining above my womb… I untied my hair tie and shook my head. Red and soft hair fell down over my full hips. With a slightly flushed face, I grabbed the shower room door.

“Magician-nim?”

If I could take out Clark’s soul, it would definitely be a snow-white color like the moon. Meeting Clark might have been the next best thing to Shuriel. Where else could I meet such a fun prank… not a prank, but such a pure and fun person?

―Kkiiik…

I was just grateful that such a pure soul had fallen into my hands.

“――Magician-nim?!”

As I pleased.

Because I could dye him with my color.

“J-Just a moment! Why, why did you come in here, ah, uh. Magician-niim!!”

“Huh? I came to shower together.”

“I’ll! I’ll go out!”

Sensing a familiar pattern, Clark stopped heating the water and tried to run out the door.

“Uh, uh?”

But he couldn’t get out. The door had been locked as soon as I came in, and a barrier had been placed so he couldn’t break it. Clark struggled hard, but the door didn’t budge. I found that sight quite amusing, so I chuckled and slowly approached.

“You haven’t even finished washing yet. Are you trying to go outside like that?”

Steam spread everywhere. Water droplets formed on my cleavage and buttocks. Clark swallowed hard, looking at the shadow cast at his feet. He twisted his thighs strangely. I was very much looking forward to seeing what kind of expression he would make if he turned around in this state.

I grabbed Clark’s shoulders and pressed my breasts against him. A large mass of flesh stuck to his trapezius muscles, which were full of water droplets. Clark shuddered at the full and soft sensation that struck his brain. My erect nipples tickled his back. I just moved my face over and whispered in his ear.

“…You should wash?”

I slowly moved backward while holding onto his shoulders. Clark, who was in a very difficult position to show his front, had no choice. He carefully took a step back and moved to where there was a small wooden chair. As soon as Clark saw the chair, he sat down like a ghost. In that state, he tried to hide his erect penis by gathering his legs, but because of its size, he couldn’t hide it all.

But I pretended not to notice.

He’d think he hid it well in his own way.

“What were you doing?”

“Yes?! I, I wasn’t doing anything…!”

“I meant, where were you washing?”

“….”

“You weren’t doing anything ‘weird,’ were you?”

“No! Really! I, I was going to wash my hair. Really, I was!”

He was going to wash his hair, huh. I saw it briefly as I came in, and it was already hard from the beginning. Even if he didn’t use his hands, he must have had impure thoughts. He had a hard time going to the back alley anyway. In many ways.

“Huhuhu. Really? You were going to wash your hair?”

“Yes, yes!”

“I’ll wash it for you. Wait.”

I used telekinesis to bring the soap. After wetting my hands thoroughly, I made soap bubbles and penetrated them between Clark’s hair.

“Heuheung….”

I made a nasal sound and washed his hair. It was amazing hair no matter how much I touched it. He had been outside for so long, but it maintained its silky softness. It might have been softer than mine.

I twisted my body this way and that and washed his hair. Unlike me, who was happily washing his hair, Clark was extremely nervous and had become a statue. But he wasn’t completely stone. Sometimes, when the tip of my nipple touched his neck, his shoulders would pop up like a spring.

“Okay, all done. I’ll rinse it off. Just a moment.”

He nodded.

I snapped my fingers to create warm water. Steam rose in wisps. Clark admired me for creating water without incantation or preparation, and then stuttered at the water pouring over his head.

“Apu, heu…”

“Your hair is done… should I wash ‘other places’ too?”

“O, other places?”

“Your back, I mean, your back.”

“P, please. Don’t tease me…”

As I pressed my breasts firmly against his shoulders, bright yellow milk began to trickle from my crushed breasts. Clark shuddered at the familiar liquid flowing down his back. I whispered in a sticky voice.

“I heard Breast Milk is good for skin care.”

“….”

“Are you perhaps interested?”

Up and down. Warm water and Breast Milk mixed together, making it slippery. I lowered my posture and grabbed my breasts with both hands. The goal was Clark’s back. I put the lewd mass of flesh, which was indented in the shape of my fingers, against his back.

In that state, I washed Clark’s back. No, it might have been more appropriate to call it caressing rather than washing. Clark had a completely relaxed expression on his face from the captivating sensation rising up his spine.

“Heueuk, heut…”

Clark desperately tried to hold back his moans. But when I tickled his back while swaying his erect nipples, he couldn’t hold back and eventually released his strength. When the back bath was all over, Clark was exhausted. He desperately straightened his limp body.

I ran my fingers over Clark’s back, which smelled of fragrant milk, and whispered again.

“Now, we have to wash the front too?”

“Hi, hik.”

The front.

What was coming had come. Clark’s mind sharpened. Clark shook his head with a more nervous face than ever.

“A, I’ll do the front. Please. Yo. Magician-nim?”

Unfortunately for him, that didn’t happen. Clark, who had resigned himself, hung his head. I went around the side of Clark, who wanted to hide his ‘front’ even at the cost of his life, and arrived at the ‘front.’

“Eueu…”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Yes, neheu.”

“We’ve already seen each other, haven’t we?”

“Th, that’s…!”

No questions asked.

―Ttak!

I snapped my fingers.

“Uhuh?!”

Then the chair Clark was sitting on, the mirror, the specially treated wooden floor, and the walls all became a squishy, slimy substance. When you stepped on the floor, it bounced. It felt similar to a water bed. Clark widened his eyes and looked around at the changed space.

Space transformation.

It would hurt if he lay down like this. It was a consideration in its own way. With a flushed face, I clung to Clark.

“Now… I’ll wash the front too. Lie down.”

I pushed him with my breasts, and he fell without being able to use his hands. Clark closed his eyes tightly, thinking he would hit his head, but soon bounced back up with a Mulkang- sound. I put my finger to Clark’s lips, who was stuttering.

“Shh.”

“….”

Clark lay down, exhaling hot breaths. In this state, he couldn’t even cover his lower body. As expected, his lower body already had a huge pillar soaring into the sky. I squeezed a handful of Breast Milk into my palm and spread it over Clark’s body.

“Heueu, eugeut….”

“It might take a while, so…”

After washing away all the impurities like soap by pouring water on my breasts…

“…You can keep drinking milk.”

I put my Breast Milk-slick nipples in Clark’s mouth.

“Jjuueup… Hyuueup…”

“Haaeng…”

At that moment, Clark grabbed my breasts and began to suck with all his might. He sucked so hard as if he was going to take revenge for all the humiliation he had suffered so far. I interfered by tickling his nipples with my tongue so he couldn’t concentrate, or by gnawing on the breasts themselves beyond the milk ducts.

I was so excited by that petty revenge that as soon as I washed Clark’s entire body, I grabbed his long piece of meat. The hot temperature transmitted to the tips of my fingers. The Breast Milk that filled my palm reached all the way to the roots of his penis.

“Heubeup…?!”

“It’s okay. Keep, keep sucking.”

“Haaep… Hueup….”

“I’ll make you feel as good as I did back then….”

Using thin and long fingers to wrap around each joint, and using the flowing Breast Milk as lubricant, I gently gripped it. Just that. With just that, a transparent liquid gushed out from the tip of Clark’s glans. Cowper’s fluid. Unlike the carriage, there had been too much overlapping pleasure so far. He would definitely go quickly even if I didn’t shake it a few times.

And as expected.

“Kyaaeut?!”

After shaking exactly five times, Clark ejaculated a cloudy liquid with a gurgling sound. Very slowly, I began to squeeze out the remaining Semen using my fingers. I wrapped around the roots and slowly rolled it upwards so that the Semen could come out. If I squeezed it out strongly like before, he might collapse from hyperventilation.

But.

“Heueum…?”

Unlike before, it didn’t droop.

The penis that had died as soon as I squeezed it out in the carriage was standing upright and healthy, facing upwards. Clark’s breathing seemed more stable than before too. I observed Clark’s thing with an interesting gaze, and soon I was able to figure out the reason.

Breast Milk.

Three bottles in the carriage, and a handful while getting a handjob in the carriage. And as time passed, he was drinking Breast Milk at this very moment.

Decisively, the size of his penis seemed to have gotten bigger too. It was thanks to the Breast Milk, which had effects beyond fatigue recovery.

I wondered if I should keep him drinking this, but as a result of examining it, there was nothing wrong with Clark’s body.

“Cl, ark. Still. Okay, ay?”

“Haaep, heup, nehe.”

When I took my mouth off, the Breast Milk and saliva that he hadn’t swallowed yet dripped down. Clark answered with dazed eyes. Then, like a child, he grabbed my breasts again and craved Breast Milk. I stroked his head with my left hand and said.

“…Clark, Clark? Can you sit down for a moment?”

“Haaep, hueup…”

He buried his face with a regretful expression. Clark stayed still like that for about three minutes. He seemed to be very reluctant to get up.

I just stroked him with a languid touch at that trivial grumbling. And after about two more minutes, he took his face off with his mouth full of Breast Milk.

“Okay, now you have to get up.”

“Uueu….”

“Here. It’s so dirty, you have to wash, right?”

“Yes, nehe…”

“I’m glad you’re listening well.”

Clark nodded, avoiding my gaze as if he was embarrassed.

I stood in front of Clark and quietly knelt down. The same eye level as his penis. I approached as it was, and lifted my big breasts with both hands and pressed them against his penis.

“Magician, nim…?”

Clark didn’t seem to understand what I was doing. He felt good when I put his penis between my breasts, but he thought I was just rubbing it like when I washed his back. That wasn’t wrong. Paizuri. An act of devoted service, rubbing his penis up and down while it was between my breasts.

But.

“Eueut?! Magician-nim?! Th, that! It’s, it’s dirty!!”

If it’s so big that you can’t cover it with your breasts.

If it has a size that transcends imagination like Clark’s thing.

The plays you can do become a little more diverse.

“Haaep….”

“Haeuek, heuht―?!”

His glans filled my mouth. I used all the techniques I learned from Serti without missing a single one. I moved my tongue in a crescent shape, constantly stimulating the boundary between the shaft and the glans. Stimulating the shaft with soft breasts and the roots with telekinesis, it would be heaven for Clark.