Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 20

Nardi, who’d arrived just a little earlier, stepped down and waited for me. One arm held a luggage bag that probably had clothes in it, and in his other arm he carried a large brown paper bag.

“Eloise.”

He immediately used the new way of addressing me. As he welcomed me, he extended his free hand. Feeling a bit awkward, I took Nardi’s hand and stepped down from the carriage.

“What’s that?”

He tilted the brown bag to show me what was inside. Vegetables, fruit, meat… all kinds of food were packed in it.

“I bought groceries on the way. There wasn’t much to eat at your place.”

“You’re impressive… even though you had to take a longer route than I did?”

To avoid suspicion, Nardi had left in the original direction, so he naturally had to take a longer way back. But during that time, he’d gone grocery shopping and still arrived a little earlier.

“I’m pretty good at a variety of things. You must be tired. Let’s eat dinner and rest.”

“Yeah.”

We went inside my house together. The moment he set down the bags and quickly turned on the lights here and there, Nardi asked in a low, intimate voice,

“How’s your breasts?”

I hesitated a little, then told him the truth.

“They’re really full.”

“Then I’ll suck your milk first.”

He put everything else aside and led me to the armchair in the living room. Flustered, I shook my head.

“I need to wash first.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. The cloth is soaked right now, so it smells like milk….”

I stopped, embarrassed.

“It’s a really good baby scent.”

“….”

“Eloise, you smell sweet, so that’s probably why the demonic beasts targeted you like that.”

Nardi naturally guided me to sit in the chair and kneeled in front of me. He brought his face lightly against my chest and took a deep breath. I had no idea why he liked a scent that people either liked or disliked.

This isn’t good….

The thick milk smell and my body scent.

I wanted him to splash some water on my chest first to wash off the milk scent even for a moment and clean the surface before sucking, but Nardi looked like he wanted to latch on immediately. As if waiting for my permission, he rubbed his cheek gently against my chest.

Something felt reversed. I was the one who would feel relieved and comfortable if he sucked my milk, but he was the one being more eager even though he gained nothing from it. As he brushed his lips over the fabric, the sensation made me naturally imagine him taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Even the thought of it made me feel lightheaded and tightened my lower belly.

“….”

I thought I had decent self-control, but in front of Nardi, I kept getting weak and eventually giving in. After taking a deep breath, I unbuttoned the front of my clothes.

Sssrrk-

Each layer of fabric that came off my chest made the milk smell grow stronger in stages. When I removed the cloth for the last time and exposed my bare breasts, the scent truly filled the air. My entire chest, which had been pressed against the damp cloth for so long, was wet and heavy with the smell of milk.

“….”

Nardi stared blankly at my breasts. Firm, swollen, heavier than usual, with pink areolas and nipples. Then he seemed to snap out of it, gave his head a slight shake, and gently placed both hands on my breasts.

“Oh… you’re soaked.”

“….”

Because of the cloth, it wasn’t just my nipples and the area around them; my whole chest was damp. After lightly touching the wet skin with his hands, he suddenly leaned in and started licking the skin of my breast.

“Hhn…!”

Slick, slick-

He licked every part of my full breast from bottom to top. From the lower curve of my breast, where the bra strap would sit, all the way up. The image of two cats licking each other clean floated into my mind. Though in reality, Nardi was the only one licking me.

His soft, rosy tongue licked the milk coating my pale breast. He slid his tongue in a slow, rounded motion along the side of my breast, and it felt like he would even lick all the way up to my armpit, which made me nervous. I didn’t want him licking that far, so I pulled my shoulder back slightly. Nardi seemed to understand and didn’t follow to lick there.

“Mmng….”

My breasts were swollen to the point of almost bursting, so the surface area was even larger than usual, giving him plenty of places to lick. His warm, damp tongue pressed into the flesh of my breast and mound, sliding along as pleasure sparked through me.

After thoroughly licking away the milk in one sweep and coating my skin with a thin layer of saliva, Nardi took my left mound into his mouth. He opened wide and bit down deep enough to take in the flesh behind it, then sealed his tongue and the inside of his mouth against me as he began sucking.

“Ah…!”

A moan escaped me from the strong force. From my nipple down to the base of my breast—no, as if my whole body and mind were being pulled in—it felt overwhelming. Countless threads deep inside my breast tugged all at once as milk flowed out.

Because he’d sucked my breasts yesterday and again this morning, my milk ducts and glands had no blockages at all, becoming healthy and fully open. With his strong suction, the milk that had been waiting burst out, and the sensation was dizzyingly relieving.

It’s relieving, so relieving….

Nardi’s hands didn’t stay still. While sucking my left breast, he kneaded both of my breasts. He spread his fingers wide and kneaded them like dough, then squeezed the right breast—which hadn’t been in his mouth yet—to express the milk. His motion swept from the areola to the nipple in one long push. Tiny droplets formed at multiple invisible openings in the nipple, then merged into larger drops that fell downward. As the ducts opened further and the pressure increased, a stream of milk shot out into the air.

Swaaah-

From seven or eight ducts in the nipple, streams of milk burst out, each with its own angle and force. Forward, sideways, upward, diagonal… milk sprayed in all directions, speckling everything around us.

Nardi didn’t care at all that my milk was staining his expensive clothes. Instead, he devoured my breast even more fervently, sucking hard as if trying to empty me completely and stimulating me busily with his hands.

Gulp, gulp-

Swaaaa-

When I’d hand-expressed alone in the bathroom, the milk had always just been discarded down the tub or bathroom drain. But now it found a different purpose, flowing freely. Through Nardi’s mouth and throat, it entered his body and became its own kind of nourishment, and as it sprayed everywhere, it left marks. Thinking about the cleanup later gave me a headache, but right now the overwhelming sense of release was undeniable.

“Haa….”

Nardi sucked with such force it felt like he was pulling out my very soul. The suction was incomparable to hand-expression. He sucked the milk from inside my breast—so close to my heart—and swallowed it, making it his. The strange feeling of being connected in that way made my mind hazy.

My hand twitched a few times, hesitating, then I lifted it. I wanted to grab or touch something, so I ran my fingers through Nardi’s blond hair and stroked his shoulder. Beneath the milk-soaked fabric, his shoulders felt impossibly broad and firm.

“Hh….”

As if my touch excited him, Nardi became even more aggressive with his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked straight up my mound, then circled around my areola. The soft, pink swell and the nipple, flushed red and standing firm. Smooch, smooch- He pressed kiss after kiss onto my left breast before taking it fully into his mouth again and sucking hard.

As his mouth moved back and forth between breastfeeding and caressing, heat flickered through my belly. It soon flowed out as love juice, soaking my underwear. Having the milk inside my breast relieved was already so freeing it brought pleasure, but when he added caressing on top of that, it became pure pleasure itself.

A deep contraction in my vagina and womb made my breasts tingle as milk surged. Suddenly, a forceful letdown hit, and both nipples sprayed milk like twin water guns.

Swaaaah-

It looked like two small fountains set up in front of me. Not water, but milky liquid streamed out in countless lines, releasing on its own.

Chaaak-

Nardi pulled his lips away and watched the scene for a moment.

My body, stimulated by his sucking, was releasing milk on its own.

Then, like someone drinking from a fountain, he parted his lips and caught the spraying streams in his mouth. Gulp, gulp- I faintly heard the sound of him swallowing the milk.

It was a kind of release I’d never experienced through hand-expression alone.