Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 21

Somehow, the fact that it was a kind of release that escaped my control made my face burn with embarrassment. At the same time, it felt so deeply relieving it made me lightheaded. The overflowing amount of milk was being emptied fast.

Nardi alternated between my two breasts, drinking the milk that sprayed on its own. His hands didn’t bother trying to squeeze out more; they simply held the flesh behind my breast or gently kneaded it. His handsome face was covered in white milk.

“Ah….”

Soon the spraying stopped, and a quiet stillness settled.

“….”

“Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt. It just tingles… and feels relieving.”

“I’ll finish the rest.”

Before he put his lips back on me, I said quickly, “Are you okay? Your face is… there should be a handkerchief somewhere.”

I looked around for something he could wipe with.

“It’s fine, I’ll wash later.”

He practically washed his face with my milk, and he wasn’t bothered at all?

Nardi didn’t hesitate and latched onto my left breast again. He sucked with strong pressure and touched the softened flesh with his hand. My breast was clearly softer and smoother now.

Keeping his lips attached, he shifted sideways and took my right breast into his mouth this time. It shot countless streams of milk into the air and into his mouth; this breast was still firmer. Nothing compared to direct suction. His tongue and the inside of his mouth sealed against me like a suction cup, pulling my breast and flesh inward into a deeper space as he drew out the liquid. It felt like pressing an arm or leg directly over the drain of a huge bath—my breast was pulled tight with a strong force.

Milk flowed out through multiple ducts in that state. One breast was being emptied in a way that was almost maddeningly relieving, while the other, now softened, was being caressed. My nipple and areola, swollen and sensitive from the strong sucking, were lightly touched and squeezed by Nardi’s fingers.

“Huh….”

It hurt a little, but it was also electric.

One breast was being nursed, the other was being touched….

Just like the milk above, the love juice below kept coming out as well. My underwear was soaked and stuck cleanly to my vulva, and without realizing it, I kept moving my legs. Closing and opening them slightly in small flinches, until a particularly sharp wave of pleasure made my legs stretch straight forward. Maybe Nardi noticed the involuntary reaction, because he looked like he was smiling a little.

“Ah, that….”

Feeling embarrassed for some reason, I tried to explain.

“My legs hurt. I already had muscle pain, and I stood all day. You said you’d loosen them for me.”

I awkwardly dragged his earlier words into it.

Chuup-

“That’s right.”

Instead of saying anything more, Nardi lowered both hands slowly. His hands slid along my body, and when they reached my knees, they lifted the hem of my skirt and slipped underneath.

Ah….

He gently rubbed my bare thighs, then kneaded them with a little more pressure. Whether it was because my thighs were sore or because of the tingling pleasure, they twitched restlessly. When my thighs kept trying to close, Nardi softly parted them with both hands and kneaded the inner sides.

“Hh….”

At the same time, my right breast was still connected to his mouth, and he sucked again, drinking the milk. He was easing my painfully tight breast and my thighs at the same time, though in completely different ways. Even without magic, the effect was incredible.

Smooch, chuu-

After kissing my breast again, Nardi lifted the tip of his tongue and rubbed my nipple. Milk came out as he rolled that sensitive bud with his tongue and licked it. His hand under my skirt went deeper, kneading the insides of my thighs right next to my underwear. I worried the love juice might’ve already soaked that area, but fortunately the skin there still felt fresh and soft.

“Mm….”

Chaaak-

Suddenly, his lips pulled away and his hand slipped out from under my skirt. Nardi touched my right breast directly to check its condition.

“Looks like it’s okay now, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

He straightened his bent knees and stood up tall. I lifted my head slightly to look up at him, only to be inwardly startled.

“…!”

Nardi’s face was a little flushed, but that wasn’t what startled me. A little lower, something else caught my eye. When my gaze dropped, the outline of his erection was visible, straining so hard against his pants it looked like it could pierce through the fabric.

“….”

It wasn’t my first time seeing it, but I still couldn’t get used to it, and this time too, I was shocked. Even though my mind logically knew he was obviously aroused in this situation, seeing it in front of me carried an overwhelming visual impact. The size before sex and after were drastically different, and despite his dark-colored pants, the sheer volume was unmistakable.

“Get some rest.”

Nardi smiled at me. A refreshing smile that didn’t match the state of his lower body at all.

“I’ll wash up first and start making dinner.”

“Okay.”

I answered half on reflex. He turned his body and walked toward the bathroom at a slightly awkward pace.

Soon, I heard the faint sound of running water from far away.

“….”

I sat there, stunned.

The sudden interruption of all stimulation.

I thought we were about to have sex again, but Nardi just left. He was clearly aroused, yet after completely emptying my breasts, he left without hesitation.

Is it really because of dinner? He went grocery shopping too….

He seemed more serious about cooking than I expected. I let out a baffled laugh, and at the same time, felt a small, odd sense of disappointment.

After roughly adjusting my clothes, I slumped comfortably into the armchair and rested. The lingering pleasure faded, and a wave of fatigue came over me. My chest was soft and relaxed, far from breast engorgement.

Clack-

After some time passed, I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

I slowly stood up to wash. From the bedroom drawer, I took a fresh set of pajamas and underwear and headed to the bathroom.

“You’re going to wash?”

“Yeah.”

Nardi stood at the door, drying his hair, dressed in comfortable loungewear. He smelled like the soap I used. I consciously avoided looking at his lower body. Even without looking, when he was hard, that massive volume was impossible to ignore, but now it seemed he’d calmed down.

“Take your time.”

“Yeah.”

When I entered the bathroom, white, warm steam lingered everywhere because he had finished washing just moments ago. Feeling as if I were standing in a cloud of mist, I took off my clothes one by one.

As expected—or rather, unsurprisingly—my underwear was completely soaked with clear love juice.

“Haa….”

Why am I so sensitive?

I folded my underwear neatly and placed it into the laundry basket, then began washing slowly, just as he’d said.

Water poured quickly, filling the tub, and I submerged myself. The warm water released the tightness in my whole body. I placed my hand over my vulva and wiped away the fluid that still clung stubbornly.

I hadn’t gone all the way earlier, but bathing after being touched left my body warm and loose. After seeing demonic beasts all day at the Magic Tower, I’d been in a heavy mood, but after coming home, only pleasant things happened. As I made white soap lather, the scent I liked filled the air.

While resting comfortably, I became faintly conscious of Nardi, who was probably in the kitchen outside the bathroom.

I normally didn’t like letting others into my personal space, but strangely, he didn’t feel unwelcome. With his natural warmth and easygoing manner, he slipped into my space as gently as flowing water. Into my house, and into me.

When I finished washing and came out unhurriedly, I heard the sound of cooking and smelled delicious food coming from the kitchen. Feeling a strange sense of déjà vu, I walked closer, and Nardi, who was standing at the counter, turned around to look at me.

“You finished washing?”

A smile spread across his already smiling face.

“You’re all soft and fluffy now.”

Somehow, his tone made it sound like he thought I was cute.

“Am I a towel?”

With nothing else to say, I muttered something lame and sat down. I was thirsty, so I drank a glass of cold water first. A glass of water after a bath always tasted refreshing and amazing.

“What towel could be this pretty? It’s almost done, just a moment.”

He must’ve been keeping the food warm on low heat until the very end. After turning off one burner after another, he transferred the stew into a bowl and brought out bread and meat.