Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 7

Objectively, the act resembled breast play, and my breathing quickened as my lower belly tightened.

Ahh….

Even my right breast, which wasn’t being touched, tingled as the milk began to move and leak out little by little. I lifted my idle hand and toyed with the nipple, making it stand. Tiny drops formed at several openings of the now-erect nipple, merged into one, then dangled before falling- drip, drip.

My fingertips grew damp with the lukewarm milk, and the blanket became speckled with stains. I set aside any thought of laundry and simply let the milk flow. Nardi continued stimulating my left breast with his hand while sucking the mound without pause, and I handled the right one myself as milk dripped from the nipple like a broken faucet.

Naturally, the left breast felt incomparably more relieved and emptied cleanly. And while he neatly swallowed the milk he drew out, the milk dripping from my right breast splattered everywhere, filling the air with the strong scent of milk.

It was unpleasant….

There was no way Nardi couldn’t smell it. The heavy scent mixed briefly with the pleasant smell of his soft golden hair, but the milk scent quickly overwhelmed everything. I wanted to open a window to ventilate the room, but all my attention was focused on the left breast.

Nardi carefully moved his hand as he searched for the hardened spots and loosened them, then sucked with even stronger force. Since it was a person sucking, it felt like it loosened incredibly fast. As the gathered milk drained, my breast grew light and soft, and the heat and pain subsided. Even without using magic, something magical was happening.

Chup- chuuup-

Receiving his hand and mouth at the same time, I couldn’t deny that I was getting wet below.

It felt like the heat in my left breast had moved down to my lower belly, leaving a hot, tingling sensation. I knew it was a natural reaction to stimulation along an erogenous zone, but the thought of how wrong it was clashed with it.

As senior and junior in the same team, Nardi and I had always kept a reasonable distance and would have to continue seeing each other at work…. If I let myself feel this now, I didn’t think I’d be able to face him normally afterward. Wouldn’t today’s events, and the fact that I got aroused, flash through my mind every time I saw his face?

Just then, Nardi lifted his lips from my breast and straightened his upper body.

“How do you feel?”

His flushed face and lips, reddened and glossy with milk.

Our eyes met suddenly, and I blinked before answering a beat later.

“…Much better. I think the fever’s going down too.”

I touched my forehead with the back of my hand. The forehead that had felt like a burning coal was returning to normal temperature. Nardi smiled softly, then dropped his gaze to my chest. With serious eyes devoid of any smile, he took hold of my left breast with one hand.

“….”

My mouth felt dry for some reason. He naturally held my breast, then traced along the outer flesh around the areola, following the shape. My left breast was already better, but my right breast still wasn’t, and the difference between the two made them look mismatched.

“I’ll take care of this side too.”

Nardi lowered his body again and this time took my right breast mound into his mouth. He bit down wide, taking even the swollen flesh into his mouth, and sucked hard.

It felt unbelievably relieving….

Milk flowed from deep inside my breast, pooling in his mouth, and I could imagine it flowing down his throat. While focusing on the right breast now, he didn’t neglect stimulating the left. He lifted both hands and worked on each breast separately. He must have grasped the technique already, because he skillfully loosened the knotted spots on my right breast while firmly kneading the flesh of my left breast.

For a long time, milk burst from the reddened, hypersensitive left nipple he’d been sucking. No matter how much he sucked, there seemed to be no end to how much had accumulated inside. Out of habit, I shaped my hand into a C and pushed from the edge of the areola on my left breast all the way to the nipple. Ssshh- strong streams of milk shot out from five or six ducts in different directions.

Nardi must’ve realized this method worked well too. He often learned by copying what I did at the Magic Tower, and now he immediately spread both hands. In the exact opposite direction of mine, he placed his thumb at the six o’clock edge of the areola and the rest of his fingers at the twelve o’clock position, then pulled forward and gathered. Thick, milky-white streams drew multiple lines, soaking not only the blanket but also his linen shirt.

“Your shirt…. It’s getting wet.”

Chup- his lips pulled away, and warm breath brushed over the breast mound.

“It’s fine.”

Right after that short reply, he latched on again like a magnet and sucked the milk out.

Nardi was drinking so much milk that I wondered if his stomach would fill up. As expected, the direct suction on the right breast was overwhelmingly relieving, and at the same time, milk spurted from the left breast too. As his mouth worked, it felt like even more ducts opened on both nipples.

In the quiet air, the sound of lips moving, the sound of swallowing, and faint wet noises overlapped endlessly. The right breast emptied quickly, while the left breast sprayed milk into the air, making everything around a mess. Milk covered everything; the entire room was filled with the strong scent of milk.

I felt like I was losing my mind….

As the breast engorgement eased, and as the headache, body ache, heat, and pain in my chest all settled, the nature of the act changed and became impossible to ignore. Nardi’s one hand gently rubbed the knotted spots of my breast, while his mouth suckled the hypersensitive breast mound, an erogenous zone. His other hand stimulated the opposite mound, his fingertips brushing and rubbing over the plump pink areola.

I became acutely aware of how exposed and vulnerable I was, showing such private parts while being touched. It was almost fortunate we weren’t facing each other. At least this way, he couldn’t see my face contorting with pleasure.

Ha….

My eyes kept closing, my lips parting. Afraid a moan would escape, I lifted one hand and bit down on my fingers. Under the blanket, my legs rubbed together restlessly, and even without checking, I knew my underwear was soaked through.

Suddenly, Nardi pulled away.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Damn… the relief I felt a moment ago vanished instantly because now we were face-to-face. Without thinking, I turned my head to the side to avoid his gaze. But he followed deliberately, trying to meet my eyes.

“No, it doesn’t hurt… not much. It hurts a little, but the relief is stronger.”

My wandering gaze drifted, and then froze.

“…!”

It felt less like looking and more like my gaze was snatched.

Nardi was sitting with his upper body slightly turned toward me. On his lower half, the center of his black pants, something thick and pole-like bulged forward from the crotch to the middle of one thigh. The fabric pulled so tight it looked like it might tear, and the outline of the shockingly long, thick shaft was unmistakable.

My heart dropped like I’d come face-to-face with a monster.

I was so startled and overwhelmed that my breath caught.

“Ah, this is….”

Nardi followed my gaze and looked down at himself.

“…It’s because I’m healthy, so please don’t worry about it.”

I worried a lot.

After a moment passed and I could think again, it occurred to me that given what we were doing, of course he’d get… hard. I was dripping wet myself.

But what shocked me wasn’t the fact that he was aroused, but the size.

The size of that pronounced outline was so unbelievably long and thick it didn’t seem real. It looked like there was a giant serpent trapped inside his pants. It wouldn’t have been surprising if it tore through the fabric at any moment, and even now, restrained inside his pants, it looked painfully confined.

And Nardi’s face clearly showed he was struggling to endure it.

“I’ll finish the rest.”

He ignored his own arousal as if it belonged to someone else and instead pressed his lips to my breast, something that didn’t belong to him at all. Taking the swollen breast mound into his mouth, he sucked while raising both hands to search for and loosen the knots.

Feeling the moist heat of his tongue and mouth, the movements inside his lips, and the firm pressure of his fingers, I glanced at his center again. For some reason, it stirred a contradictory feeling, wanting to look away yet unable to stop looking.

Was it because of responsibility?

Or guilt?

Somehow, the situation now felt reversed, and Nardi’s condition felt more serious than mine.