Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 8

I didn’t know much about men’s parts, but I did know that once it got like that, it was nearly impossible for it to go down on its own without doing something about it. He’d probably have to release it, expel his own fluid, for it to go back to normal.

“….”

He ended up like that while helping me, yet I was just pretending not to notice, and it weighed on my mind.

I didn’t like the feeling of being indebted either, so after a long internal struggle, I opened my mouth.

“…Do something about it. You can’t go home like that.”

His body, pressed against mine, stiffened.

Slowly, his lips withdrew, and Nardi lifted his upper body again.

He looked down at me with a faintly strained expression, his eyes unreadable. His red, plump lips carried a faint sweet scent, the smell of my milk. His lips curved slightly into a smile, but somehow it looked forced, as if he was struggling.

“Then, if you just stay still like you are now, I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Okay.”

I felt secretly relieved. I’d been worried he might ask me to help him too, but if all I had to do was stay still, then there was nothing difficult about it. As I closed my eyes slowly without realizing it, I heard the sound of Nardi moving one hand and unbuckling his pants.

Ah….

Once he lowered himself and took my breast into his mouth again, ensuring our eyes wouldn’t meet, I cautiously lifted my eyelids.

At a glance, it seemed similar to before… but no, not at all.

“…!”

Nardi was now quite skillfully sucking my breast and touching it with one hand, while his other hand was stroking his exposed length. Completely unashamed, that thing stood boldly and irresistibly captured my gaze. Even though I’d braced myself, the shock was so great that I had to force myself not to show my surprise.

Nardi’s member rose like a massive tower. Like a giant serpent standing upright, it was excessively thick and long. Darker in color than the rest of him, its base was thick with coarse hair, and along the shaft, blue veins twisted around like tangled vines. At the very top, the swollen tip split slightly, and clear fluid seeped out.

Nardi ran his large hand up and down his length. The even larger organ was vividly visible both between and outside his fingers.

To be honest, his shaft was grotesque and intimidating. Even someone like me, who was used to the grotesqueness of various beasts, felt uneasy looking at it. The sheer size, the dark color, the bulging veins… it didn’t match his handsome face at all.

I’d only seen drawings of men’s parts in medical books before. This was my first time seeing one in person. Was this what they were normally like?

No.

Even without any real comparison, I could instinctively tell that Nardi’s size far exceeded average and that its appearance was anything but ordinary.

Considering his tall height and big build, it made sense that his size would be large too.

The frightening appearance… somehow grew familiar the longer I looked.

I knew it wasn’t polite to stare, yet I found myself watching blankly anyway. Exposed outside his clothing, it stirred that same contradictory feeling as before. I definitely didn’t want to look, yet somehow I kept looking. Even if Nardi couldn’t see where my eyes were because he was focused on sucking my milk, this wasn’t proper… so I firmly closed my eyes.

Slurp- slurp- tak- tak-

The grotesque organ lingered in my vision like an afterimage as several sounds overlapped in succession. He sucked my right breast forcefully while kneading the flesh behind it, and with his left hand, he stroked his own length. It sounded like the edge of his palm and his groin were colliding with lewd, wet noises.

Earlier, my breasts had been like an active volcano, the milk radiating heat like molten lava, but now it had settled to some degree, and instead, Nardi’s body was giving off heat, warming the air around us. Even though he was bent over me, his build was so large that it felt like I was trapped between him and the head of the bed.

Because one of Nardi’s hands was busy tending to himself, I tried to handle my breast on my own as much as possible. I added my hand to loosen the knots and express the milk. The number and size of the lumps had clearly decreased, and the pain subsided enough that I could touch my breasts more easily. When I squeezed the areola of my left breast, which his mouth and hand had thoroughly worked on, milk came out with a sharp squirt.

Ha, really….

I didn’t know how it kept flowing without drying up. As he moved the hand that had been stimulating my right breast to the left one, our hands overlapped above my breast. Both of our hands were slick with milk, and the milk-soaked flesh beneath them squished together as our fingers brushed and tangled.

Then Nardi slid both his fingertips from the outer edge of my areola toward my nipple.

“Ahh….”

A moan slipped out by mistake.

When I hurriedly opened my eyes, he continued what he was doing as if nothing happened. My gaze, drawn helplessly, drifted toward his shaft again. Its presence was so imposing that it somehow looked even bigger now.

Did it have to expand to its maximum size before releasing its liquid so it could settle down afterward?

Nardi stroked his shaft with a roughness that contrasted sharply with the careful touch he used on my breast.

As he sucked and touched my breast, the area below grew steadily wetter. Deep inside my vagina, a tingling sensation spread, and I could feel the surrounding muscles contracting and relaxing. Glancing sideways at Nardi’s shaft, I reflexively imagined that thing penetrating inside me.

“….”

Sometimes before bed, I’d touched my clitoris, and on even rarer occasions—only a handful of times—I’d done penetration play with myself. Half desire, half curiosity, I’d inserted just my middle finger. Even a slender finger felt surprisingly tight inside me. If something that enormous were to enter….

Just imagining it felt both painful and overwhelming, yet it also seemed like it would stimulate that itchy, aching spot in a definite and effective way. My lower belly tingled strangely, and my heart thumped.

The idea of Nardi and me having sex sounded absurd, but then again, the situation right now was already completely unrealistic. Ever since waking from that nightmare earlier, I felt like I’d been dreaming continuously. Not a nightmare, but not a happy dream either… just an illogical, ridiculous dream.

Maybe it really was a dream. Even though the sensations in my body felt vividly real.

Chuk-

His lips parted from my breast as he straightened his back. As always, one hand remained on my breast while the other stroked his shaft, and he met my eyes.

“This side seems much better too. How does it feel?”

Ah, the right breast was done too.

I looked down at my chest and lifted both hands to touch and check. Visibly improved, my breasts had lost much of their redness and returned to their normal color, and they were soft again. The full-body symptoms of the breast engorgement had eased as well, and my body felt lighter.

“It’s really better. Thank you, Nardi.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s my pleasure.”

He continued stroking himself while checking my breasts. One of his hands gently brushed over my breast, lightly touching the remaining, much smaller lumps.

I tried not to look at the furious movements of his hand on his shaft and swallowed uneasily. When I blinked and opened my eyes again, his beautiful purple eyes met mine.

“…!”

Nardi was looking at me with an intense gaze. From a distance close enough for our lips to almost touch, he met my eyes, then lowered his gaze and took in the sight of my chest.

Tak- tak- tak- tak-

In the silence, the sound sped up.

If it wasn’t my imagination, he was pleasuring himself while looking at me.

He alternated between my face, my exposed breasts, and my belly as he touched my breast as if loosening a knot. Nardi also seemed to be in pain from his own accumulated fluid, so maybe, as repayment for drawing out my milk, I should wait for him.

I was wet below too, and my vagina ached with an itchy, throbbing need.

“Haa….”

He let out a low groan. His face, expressionless yet flushed and filled with arousal, looked indecent. Spellbound while watching him, I opened my mouth.

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

Nardi’s eyes widened.

I’d never once broken the rules in my life. It wasn’t that I’d lived some perfectly planned and admirable life, but I’d never once been swept up in a moment of impulse and acted on it.

But right now, without thinking of the consequences, I asked impulsively.