Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 1

“Ah….”

When I opened my eyes, my whole body felt chilly and my arms and legs ached. Even with the blanket over me, the cold seeped into my bones and every joint throbbed. I felt feverish and my head was dizzy.

The symptoms were similar to general body aches from a cold, but to be exact, it was ‘breast engorgement’.

My breasts were hard, like two big stones, and they were the hottest part of my body.

Did I subconsciously sense that breast engorgement would come? It wasn’t that surprising.

The amount of milk was increasing day by day, and even though I squeezed it out every morning and evening in the bathroom, it wasn’t enough. But I couldn’t empty my breasts while working at the Magic Tower’s research wing. I made sure to hand-express the milk before going to work, after coming back, and before going to bed, but as the amount of milk increased, it became insufficient, and the milk that wasn’t properly emptied began to pool inside my breasts. To make matters worse, neglecting it even once last night must have sparked this whole mess.

It had been an unusually tiring evening after work. I ate quickly and half-heartedly emptied the milk from my breasts. Moving my small hands around to empty the milk from such large breasts wasn’t easy. After just five minutes, my fingers and wrists went numb, but the milk kept coming endlessly like a bottomless jar.

So even though I knew I needed to do more last night, I stopped because I was exhausted, managed to wash up, and went to bed early.

Sleeping for a long time meant I naturally skipped expressing milk, and when I woke up this morning, I’d become like this. Not only was the cloth tucked inside my underwear soaked, but the chest area of my underwear and pajamas was drenched with milk. On the light sky-blue pajamas, round, dark stains bloomed on both sides of my chest.

“….”

I swallowed a sigh and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

In the white bathroom, I took off everything. Pajamas, underwear, and the cloth fell one after another, and the smell of milk spread thickly. The warm scent of milk filled the air as my exposed breasts reflected in the mirror.

One glance told me the state of my breasts wasn’t normal. They were originally plump, but now they had swollen as if they would burst with the milk packed inside the ducts, and the pale skin was glistening red in places.

Red patches raised from pooled and hardened milk.

Not only my breasts but also my neck and face were flushed with heat. My breasts felt heavy, and my body felt weighed down like water-soaked cotton.

It was definitely breast engorgement, but I didn’t know how to deal with it. I just thought I should cool it down because it was hot, and since the milk pooling caused this trouble, I thought I should extract the milk.

Swaaaaa—

When I got into the bathtub and turned the faucet, water poured out in a rush. Leaning back comfortably but with a bit of tension, I placed my hands on my breasts.

“Haa….”

Just touching them lightly made the pain flare up sharply. I scooped cool water with my hands and splashed it over my breasts several times. I cooled the hot sensation and then began squeezing the milk again. I shaped my hand into a C, placing my thumb and index-middle fingers above and below the areola… and pushed forward with a bit of strength.

“Aaah…!”

The pain was sharp enough to snap me awake. I forced myself to ignore it and kept moving my hands. Pressing my fingertips along the edge of the areola, I pushed all the way to the nipple. Between the tiny gaps of the nipple, small white beads of milk gathered at multiple milk ducts. The little drops grew, merged into one, and flowed down my breast like a thick tear.

It hurts….

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Before the breast pain started, my fingers might get numb, but my breasts themselves didn’t hurt much. But once it hit, expressing milk became painful. Still, if I left it because it hurt, it would only get worse. With the bathwater rising, I tightened and released the areola repeatedly with my thumb and other fingers.

Gradually the ducts opened, and milk spurted through multiple openings, shooting forward, to the side, upward, at an angle— spraying in every direction. Some strong streams hit the bathtub wall before falling, while some spread through the clear water like milky-white ink.

“Ha….”

The reason milk came out of me wasn’t because I was pregnant or because I’d given birth.

Three months ago, it happened while I was working in the Magic Tower’s research wing as usual.

The Queen suddenly called me in secret. In the reception room of the Queen’s Palace, which I was visiting for the first time in my life, I sat drinking tea as she made a request.

“No matter what I tried, my milk supply wouldn’t increase. I couldn’t properly breastfeed the princess and ended up weaning her early. It’s bothered me all this time.”

The queen, who had given birth to her first child, the princess, early last year, seemed upset that she hadn’t been able to breastfeed because her milk supply was too low.

“It hasn’t been publicly announced yet, but I became pregnant again not long ago.”

The young queen’s face showed unmistakable joy that she couldn’t hide.

“My sincere congratulations, Your Majesty.”

“Thank you. I don’t know yet whether it’s a prince or princess, but this time I want to feed the baby myself. I tried all the existing methods to increase milk supply, but none of them worked. So, I want you to make a magic potion that promotes milk secretion.”

I was inwardly startled.

Even if wizards were rare, it wasn’t to the extent that royalty would personally ask me for something. I had graduated from the academy just a bit over a year ago and entered the Magic Tower, and among the researchers in the magic potion development section, there were many wizards with impressive careers.

“Forgive my boldness, but wouldn’t it be better to entrust this to the Magic Tower’s research wing?”

“The Magic Tower is out of the question. It’s a place where countless noble families gather. I don’t want to discuss something so private with them.”

“I understand.”

“I heard you graduated from the Magic Academy at the top of your class and have a natural talent for pharmaceutics. When an epidemic spread among livestock in the past, you made a cure for an assignment that even the Magic Tower couldn’t produce at the time.”

“…Yes, that’s true.”

“If it’s you, I’m sure it’s possible. They say the rumors about you being a genius wizard were everywhere. And since you’re also a woman, it’s easier to talk about this. I thought you were the perfect person for it.”

The Queen smiled gracefully.

Her words didn’t mention it outright, but I knew the biggest reason: I was a commoner.

Would she have given such a request—no, such an order—if I were a noble?

She didn’t even want the nobles at the Magic Tower to know she lacked milk supply.

It was because I had some talent in pharmaceutics and, above all, because I was a commoner that I ended up in this situation.

“Separate from the research you do at the Magic Tower, I’d like you to independently and quietly make the potion I mentioned. Since it’s still early in my pregnancy, there should be enough time. I’ll compensate you generously, and once some time has passed, you may even commercialize it under your own name.”

And as a commoner, I couldn’t refuse the queen’s command. I had no grounds to refuse, and I didn’t know what consequences might follow if I did. I didn’t know what kind of temperament the Queen had, so I needed to avoid any possible danger.

Developing a magic potion that promotes milk secretion was burdensome and not something I wanted to do, but the only answer that left my mouth was the obvious one.

“Understood.”

From that day on, I immediately began the research.

The Queen said there was plenty of time, but I didn’t know how long it would take to complete, and I wanted to finish it as quickly as possible. Since it was a secret project, I couldn’t conduct it at the Magic Tower, so every night I stayed up at home, sacrificing sleep to work on it.

Fortunately, in two or three months, I succeeded in creating the potion.

But I couldn’t give it to the Queen without any testing. I needed to confirm the real effects and check for unexpected side effects. If it wasn’t a secret project, I would’ve recruited volunteers, but that wasn’t an option….

After much deliberation, I became the test subject myself.

The potion I’d been taking since last week worked exactly as expected.

Even though I hadn’t given birth, a considerable amount of milk came out of my breasts. There were no significant side effects, either. Although it was still too early to be sure, I was glad I’d made the potion well, yet at the same time I suffered from indescribable self-loathing and very real discomfort.

No matter if it was for an experiment… the tingling sensation in my chest and milk coming out weren’t pleasant at all.