Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 6

“The milk is pooling in your chest like poison and hurting you, Senior. If it’s alright with you, I’ll use my mouth to quickly remove it for you. That’s the best way to bring your fever down fast.”

“….”

In other words, it sounded like Nardi was saying he would directly suck my breasts, my milk.

I tried to read his expression with an emotionless face. Nardi looked full of a sense of responsibility, wanting to help me recover, as if it were simply an extension of nursing me, entirely without ulterior motives. I felt his sincerity, but I couldn’t answer easily.

“It’s like when someone gets bitten by a snake on the ankle. You know how the harmful substance has to be sucked out by someone else to get better. I’ll do that for you.”

No, it wasn’t like I didn’t understand that the act carried a very sexual implication.

The milk was, as he said, nothing more than poison to my body in this moment, and yes, using his mouth would obviously make me feel better… but it was very different from sucking out venom from an ankle.

This was a hidden, intimate part of the body, the breasts… and sucking breasts was generally something lovers or married couples did during intimacy.

“….”

Even so, was my mind leaning toward accepting because I wasn’t thinking straight from the fever and chest pain?

Was it because I knew how tiring and numb my hands felt when hand-expressing?

Or… was it because it was Nardi, so I felt drawn to him?

I’d seen him occasionally for years at the Academy, and for the past few months at the Magic Tower, we’d grown close. He was, objectively, a handsome and attractive man. If I said I’d never once felt drawn to him, someone more striking and effortlessly charming than any man I’d ever seen, I’d be lying. So even though I knew I shouldn’t, my mouth opened on its own without my permission.

“…You won’t tell anyone about this either?”

“I swear on my life.”

Looking into his resolute eyes, I took a slow breath.

I’d never shown my breasts to anyone before, and now I was about to expose them to my junior, a man. Feeling my heart pounding, I slowly brought my hands to the front of my pajamas.

“….”

He waited silently, and I pulled the blanket over my lower half neatly, then loosened the front of my pajamas again. As I slipped my arms out of the short sleeves one by one, the upper fabric fell with a soft thud.

My slender upper body, clothed only in my undergarment, was exposed. The white undergarment was soaked through with milk and stained dark, and through it, the reddened upper curves of my chest were visible. I thought about only lowering the undergarment to take my breasts out, but I hated the feeling of the wet cloth touching me, so I untied the knot and removed it completely.

“Ah….”

A low sigh escaped.

“You look like you’re hurting so much.”

Nardi was looking at my chest with a face full of pain, as if he were the one suffering. I lowered my chin to look at my chest too.

The daytime light filled the bedroom brightly, and in that clear light, my breasts were unmistakably exposed. Swollen full with milk, they were large and heavy. My normally pale skin was red as if stained with berry juice, with certain places unusually flushed where milk had pooled. My pink areolas, usually soft with nicely protruding nipples, were now swollen tight, making my nipples look like they were being swallowed by my areolas.

Ha….

It was an indescribable feeling. From my nipples to my areolas, baring my breasts completely was unbearably embarrassing and humiliating. And for some reason—I didn’t know why—showing them when they looked unsightly, not like their usual pretty state, didn’t feel good at all. If I had to show them, I would’ve preferred to show them when they were still pretty….

Though if there weren’t anything wrong with them, I wouldn’t have had to show them in the first place.

“I’ll suck it out right away.”

Nardi stood up from the chair and sat on the edge of the bed, making it shake.

He came closer, twisted his upper body, and lowered himself. Tense, I propped up the pillow behind me and leaned back.

Nardi’s face drew nearer until his lips touched my breast.

“….”

His tongue seemed to lick my nipple once before his mouth lightly closed around my breast mound. He briefly held it shallowly, then opened his lips wider and took it in deep. Starting with my left breast, Nardi’s tongue and lips pressed tightly against the mound and began sucking strongly.

Ah…!

It felt like my flesh was being pulled straight into his mouth. Not just the outer skin, but the inner flesh too. Countless threads seemed to stretch from the nipple all the way to the back of my breast, tugging all at once. Even the base of my breast, where his mouth wasn’t touching, reacted, and from deep within, the milk surged.

The sucking force of an adult man, not a baby, was strong. The nipple that had been close to disappearing into my areola was pulled out cleanly, and the graduated protrusion of the breast mound was drawn deep into his mouth. The pooled milk flowed out immediately, and soon the ducts and openings opened further, releasing milk in a heavy rush.

There was only one emotion that struck my mind.

Relief.

A dizzying, overwhelming relief that sent shivers through my whole body. Goosebumps rose along my arms, and my eyes prickled as if tears would form. It was nothing like the light, surface-level hand-expressing I did myself. Direct feeding drew out the milk with force, draining even the deepest parts.

Chup- chuup- gulp-

Hearing him swallow made my head spin.

If this were venom being sucked from an ankle, the person drawing it out should spit out the liquid. But Nardi was swallowing my milk, a liquid from my body, and letting it enter his.

After watching for a moment, I gently tapped his rock-hard shoulder.

“Don’t drink it… bring a cup or bowl and spit it out.”

Slurp-

His mouth separated from my breast mound with an indecent sound.

“This way is faster. Your condition is serious, so the faster the better.”

It seemed to mean that drinking rather than spitting made the process quicker. Well… that might be true, but….

Unable to find the right words, I remained silent as his tongue and lips sealed onto me again like a suction cup. He sucked hard at the mound, drawing the milk out in satisfying streams.

Just like me, this had to be Nardi’s first time experiencing something like this, yet he didn’t seem awkward or uncomfortable at all. He simply continued sucking quietly, showing the same determination and sense of responsibility he’d had from the start.

I couldn’t just lie there doing nothing.

To help things improve faster, I raised both hands and touched my breast around where his lips were. When I massaged the hardened, knotted areas, a groan escaped me on its own.

“Hh….”

Even if it hurt, I had to do it.

For some reason, I felt impatient, like it had to be done quickly, so I pushed harder, and the pain sharpened. Enduring the ache, I slid my fingertip from the hardened upper area inside my breast toward the center where he was sucking. My fingertip brushed Nardi’s lips, and I felt the thick milk flow into his mouth. I couldn’t imagine what it must taste like.

At the beginning of the experiment, to confirm whether the milk was coming out normally, I’d been forced to taste just a drop. It was milder than I expected, slightly sweet and nutty. At that time, I wasn’t dealing with breast engorgement, but now I was suffering badly, so the taste would definitely be different now.

At that moment, Nardi lifted one hand.

His large hand hovered in the air near my chest, then lightly settled on the flesh. His hand overlapped mine as he touched the area I’d been massaging. When I moved my fingertip aside to avoid his hand, he focused on the spot alone, feeling the knot carefully and rubbing it gently.

“….”

Along with his tongue and lips, Nardi’s hand was now touching my breast, kneading the swollen flesh.

Unlike my hurried touch, he slowly applied a faint amount of pressure and loosened the hardened area. It was a pain that wasn’t too sharp, something I could endure. Mimicking what I’d been doing, he pressed from the knot toward the nipple and drew the milk out in one long pull with his mouth.

“Hh….”

The warm temperature, the firm touch…. Having a man’s hand, a distinctly masculine touch, on my breast felt strange and foreign. All of this was meant to improve the breast engorgement, but if anyone saw us, it would be impossible to see it the same way as sucking venom from an ankle.