Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 37

His sharp nose stayed pressed against my chest as he moved, and it touched the source of the scent, my left nipple. He inhaled deeply, smelling it, and even though I should have gotten used to it by now, it still made me uncomfortable.

Why does he smell it every time?

Nardi wasn’t dog-like in a bad way, but he really was like an actual dog.

“Don’t smell it.”

When I spoke curtly, he let out a shocked sound.

“That’s so cruel. How can I not smell it when it has such a nice scent?”

“….”

I pulled his head toward me and told him to hurry and suck. Nardi seemed to give a faint laugh, then he licked my left breast mound, spreading a thin layer of saliva. In so many ways, he really felt like a big dog.

Soon, he bit deeply into my breast, pressing his tongue and the inside of his mouth against it. When he applied pressure and sucked hard, milk naturally began to come out, as if following an obvious rule.

“Mm….”

It felt good.

The sensation of him effectively and smoothly sucking out the milk that had filled my milk ducts so tightly that my breasts had become firm.

Direct feeding was so much better that in the early days of the experiment, when Nardi wasn’t around, I wondered how I had endured with only hand expression. That was probably why I ended up with breast engorgement.

Now the milk ducts were open, the ducts fully unblocked, and the condition of my breasts couldn’t have been better. If there was a drawback, it was that the amount of milk had increased in proportion to how much Nardi sucked, but since he sucked it out just as much, my breasts didn’t feel engorged.

He took in my nipple and areola along with the pale breast flesh behind them, biting deeply and sucking hard.

“Haa….”

When he sucked my breast, my body strangely recognized it and responded automatically. Milk tingled through my breasts, and deep inside my vagina, my womb contracted.

Soon, a letdown reflex occurred, and both breasts squeezed out milk on their own.

Swoooosh-

From the multiple ducts of both nipples, streams of milk sprayed out with their own direction and force.

I had known theoretically about letdown from books, but had never experienced it with hand expression. It began at some point when we switched to direct feeding. A letdown reflex triggered by the breast being stimulated and sucked, shooting milk like a water gun.

In actual breastfeeding, the letdown reflex apparently has its pros and cons. If the baby was too young or the letdown too strong, the baby might choke and struggle, which was a downside. But once the baby grew a bit or the letdown became moderate, it became an advantage, since the baby could drink plenty of milk comfortably without needing to suck hard.

Nardi, of course, had no trouble drinking the spraying milk. But since the letdown happened on both sides at once, it was impossible even for him to drink it all cleanly. He alternated between both sides, drinking evenly, and while the side his lips were on was manageable, the other side kept spraying milk everywhere.

What do I do….

The milk ducts of the nipples varied slightly in size, so some milk streams came out thin, while those from unusually open ducts came out thick and powerful. The direction and angle of the spraying streams also varied, so my chest was like a water gun with multiple holes. Milk splashed everywhere in an instant. On Nardi’s face, on his white lab coat, and even on the research lab floor.

“Hah, it’s all wet… what do we do….”

Milk was soaking everything around us.

“I’ll take care of everything and clean it up.”

He whispered quickly, then kept drinking the milk. He must have known I was worrying about the mess, because he seemed to be trying to spill as little as possible. With both hands, he pulled my breasts together and put both nipples into his mouth at once. The milk pooled rapidly inside his mouth, and I heard repeated gulps as he swallowed.

After a moment, the spraying stopped, letting me feel somewhat relieved. Though the fact that we were doing this in the lab didn’t let my mind rest at all.

Ssak, chuup-

Nardi licked and sucked both my nipples at the same time, then released his hands and let go of my breasts. The breasts that had been pushed together so tightly that my cleavage deepened fell back to their natural shape and bounced elastically.

He took my left breast into his mouth again, sucking, while his hand kneaded my right breast. As if by habit, he spread his hand, placed his thumb and fingers on either side of the outer areola, and gathered them inward to express milk.

Tik, ttiik-

Contrary to the fact that the spraying had stopped, multiple lines of milk spurted out again.

“Hnngh, no.”

I lightly grabbed his hand, meaning don’t do that, don’t express so much here in the lab. Nardi briefly interlaced his fingers with mine, then let go and touched my right nipple again. When tiny droplets formed at the nipple, he rubbed them in with his fingertips, spreading the milk over the nipple and areola.

“Hhh….”

The way he rolled and rubbed my nipple was closer to caressing than expressing milk. In truth, every time Nardi sucked my milk, the line between breastfeeding and foreplay had long since disappeared. The relieving sensation in my left breast felt similar to pleasure, and the affection poured into my right breast openly delivered pleasure.

It feels good, I like it….

Heat flickered in my belly, and I felt arousal seeping out. Without realizing it, I brought my thighs together and parted them on the table, then hurriedly stopped.

Sex is absolutely not okay.

It feels good, it feels good…

I felt a warm glow in my stomach and the fluid seeping out. I unconsciously clenched and unclenched my thighs on the table, then abruptly stopped.

Sex is absolutely out of the question.

One of the biggest reasons I’d hesitated earlier when he offered to drain my milk was because I was afraid it might lead to sex. Feeding never stopped at just feeding and always flowed into sex; the two had become inseparable through experience. Even last week, in the swaying carriage, we’d ended up having sex, and I got motion sickness from it.

But in the lab… I was already on edge from what we were doing, and there was no way we could have sex. I turned my head toward the door again. It was locked firmly with magic, but someone could still suddenly show up.

Lupina or Mireille had taken leave, but they could still come by if something came up, and people from other departments or teams might visit for some reason. Someone like Leon could also appear without warning. And we would have to answer the door, but I was bare from the waist up and the surroundings were a mess of spilled milk.

“You ate a lot of sweets earlier.”

“Huh?”

“Your milk got sweeter.”

“Oh….”

At the Magic Tower dining hall, a tart loaded with fruit had been served for dessert. It was refreshing and delicious, so I ended up eating more dessert than the main dish, and it seemed to have affected my milk.

I had no opportunity to taste my own milk, so I didn’t know, but according to Nardi, who drank it several times a day, the flavor subtly changed depending on what I ate. Even though we always ate meals together anyway, I felt strangely embarrassed, like every part of me was being revealed.

“I don’t even like sweets normally, so why is Eloise’s milk so delicious?”

“Because… you’re a pervert….”

“Haha, can I do more perverted things?”

“No…!”

Nardi gave a sinister smile, then this time took my right breast into his mouth and sucked it. Each time he applied deep pressure with his mouth, countless threads inside my breast, from the nipple to the base, pulled taut and milk came out. Amid the exhilarating relief that nearly made my knees tremble, he switched hands and now began caressing my left breast.

After being sucked once, the breast had become soft in flesh while the nipple stood stiff and erect. His hand kneaded the soft flesh firmly, and milk streamed from the nipple, wetting his palm. With his wet hand, he pinched my nipple between his fingertips and twisted it.

“Aaah, nn….”

Slowly, his other hand lifted my skirt and gently stroked the inside of my thigh.

Ah, no.

I grabbed the hand slipping between my thighs and stopped it from coming in any farther.

“We’re not going to do it here.”

Ssshhk-

“Why not?”

“Because this is the lab, obviously.”

“So what if we do it in the lab?”

“If we get caught, it’s grounds for disciplinary action.”

In truth, compared to the other risks, disciplinary action wasn’t even the real problem. The real problem was if rumors spread and I wouldn’t be able to show my face anywhere.