Eat a Lot, Dohyun...♡
Too dirty. Too dirty. My skin is too dirty. My breasts are too dirty. My pussy is too dirty. Dirty. Dirty. Dirty…
Behind Dohyun’s gaze, Noah was cranking the faucet all the way to the left and drenching herself with the water.
It had to be scalding.
But what hit him harder was—
“Noah… your… body…”
Scratches covered every inch of her. Wounds that hadn’t closed, gashes, cuts, bruises, ruptures, perfectly round cigarette burns, oddly shaped burns whose cause he couldn’t even guess, and scars, scars, scars.
The worst of it was across her chest and lower belly.
He remembered the pale breasts on that barley-toned skin. But now ugly scabs, open wounds, and burn marks stood out prominently, and the breasts themselves were swollen all over, still tight and puffy from being squeezed raw.
“They… the guys, no, those bastards said my tits would get bigger if they kept… touching and hitting them…”
Noah noticed his stare. Tears welled in her eyes, yet she forced a casual face and tried to hide her chest.
She never used to do that.
Before, she would openly mock him: “Does a guy’s chest get you hard? Fucking gay boy.♡”
And he would snap back, “You’re a girl now, you bitch.”
Grumbling.
Why hide now?
Your breasts are still beautiful.
Why are you hiding them?
“There’s no way… that’s true…”
Dohyun clenched his teeth, desperately swallowing the emotion threatening to explode—rage, sorrow, or maybe both.
“Heh… hehehe… yeah, right?”
Noah mumbled again, eyes darting to the upper right corner of the room.
And on her lower belly, dark purple bruises sat heavily atop skin already discolored by old injuries.
No way…
“Belly punches…”
The words slipped out before he could stop them. He slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late.
“Th-those guys, no, those bastards said they were hitting me so I wouldn’t get pregnant…”
Noah, long conditioned by fear and pain, couldn’t even manage a proper evasion. She simply offered the excuse with a shaky “Heh… hehehe…” and a forced smile.
“Noah…”
It must have hurt so much.
You didn’t have to say it.
Those are painful memories.
Why can’t you even hide them anymore?
Why…
No.
I was careless…
Swearing to himself that he wouldn’t voice every thought the moment it appeared, Dohyun reached for the faucet.
“Let’s lower the temperature first…”
The water was hot enough to burn him too; he had simply forgotten in the shock.
But—
“N-no!!”
Noah shrieked and seized his wrist.
“I’m scared it’ll burn my skin. The wounds will scar worse. Okay? I also…”
He had been about to say It’s hot, but swallowed the words.
Right now, me didn’t matter.
“So, Noah. Just let me lower it a little.”
He spoke gently, trying to turn the handle, but—
“I said no!!!”
Noah screamed at the top of her lungs and flung his hand away.
Her voice hit its absolute peak, ricocheting wildly off the tiles and hammering his eardrums. It was so loud his ears actually hurt.
Any other time he would have snapped, “Keep it down!” But not now. This wasn’t the time.
“Noah. Why does it have to be hot water?”
He asked carefully, enduring the scalding spray.
“It’s dirty. I have to disinfect it. Look at me. You saw it. It’s too dirty. I have to clean it right now, Dohyun. I’m so dirty right now.”
Her hands shook violently as the words tumbled out in a frantic jumble. The sharp, piercing gaze she used to wear during arguments was gone; her pupils had turned murky and drifted aimlessly through the air.
“Noah. You’re not dirty at all.”
“I am. I’m too dirty.”
“Why would you be dirty? Huh? I’ve never thought that once.”
“I’m dirty!! Don’t lie!! You said I’m dirty!! Those people told me my body smells like rotten cum, that my sweat smells like a rotting dog and makes them want to puke.”
Noah shoved every part of herself toward him.
“Look, h-here, my armpits, e-especially here—and my breasts too, right? They said it smells like spoiled milk. That rotten milk was leaking from my tits, so I should wash more.”
She groped at herself and thrust her breasts directly in front of his eyes.
A large hand clamped down hard. Milk squirted out with a wet chup and splattered across Dohyun’s face.
“…”
Two seconds. No—one second.
The brief instant Dohyun was too stunned to speak was more than enough to push Noah over the edge.
“See!!! It is dirty!! I’m dirty!!”
She thrashed with everything she had, limbs flailing wildly.
“No, Noah. I was just surprised, that’s all. Let’s calm down first.”
Dohyun kept his voice steady and desperately held her in place. Raising his tone now would only feed the panic.
“Let me wash!! Why won’t you let me wash my dirty body?! Why won’t you let me wash?!”
She wailed at the top of her lungs, sobbing and screaming.
“No!! You’re not dirty at all!!”
Her violent struggling lifted him off his feet; his soles dangled in the air. It looked like a rodeo rider clinging to a bucking horse. The narrow bathroom kept him from being thrown, but his body still slammed against the tiles again and again, the impacts jolting through his bones.
“I’m going to wash!! I’m going to wash this filthy body!!”
At last Noah grabbed the bottle of bleach left under the sink. She twisted the cap open and was about to pour it over herself when—
Slurp.
“…Eh?”
Slurp. Slurp.
“…Huu…?”
A sucking sound filled the air.
Noah’s hand froze.
“…Eh… uh…?”
She remained rigid. Only the drip of water and the wet sucking sounds echoed inside the bathroom.
The source was Dohyun, latched onto her nipple, drinking her milk.
“Your breast milk isn’t dirty at all.”
“It’s delicious.”
Slurp.
“It smells good too.”
Slurp.
“There’s no weird smell. It’s just tasty.”
Slurp.
“Not dirty in the slightest.”
Slurp.
He kept sucking steadily, offering comfort with every pull. It wasn’t elegant, but it worked. The convulsions that had wracked Noah’s body slowly eased.
“Really… not… dirty…?”
The cloudiness left her eyes. They regained their light as fresh tears welled up.
“Yeah. Not dirty at all.”
Slurp.
“Because it’s incredibly delicious.”
Slurp.
“Your skin smells amazing too.”
He dragged his tongue from the tip of her nipple all the way up to her collarbone.
“Haa…♡”
A sweet moan escaped as her massive frame trembled softly.
“So let’s not use water that’s too hot, okay?”
“You’re really, really sure I’m not dirty? You’re not lying, right?”
Even now she remained tense, suspicion not fully gone.
“You know I’m the kind of guy who throws out milk the day after expiration, right?”
“Y-yeah… You did. You were like that.”
Now that he thought about it, he was. He rarely cleaned his room, but he was strangely meticulous about the fridge.
Even when Noah insisted, “It’s still good a few days past the date,” if he answered, “If I get food poisoning and end up in the ICU, are you paying the bill?” she would shoot back, “I can pay for the columbarium.”
Remembering those days, Noah’s face softened into a languid “Heh… hehehe…” smile.
“Then, fuck, would I logically lick something dirty? You’ve seen my fridge. Even before I met you I threw out everything past its date. There’s still half a carton left—damn, what a waste.”
Feeling his heartbeat finally settle, Dohyun deliberately spoke with his old teasing tone.
“Yeah… that’s right. Dohyun was always like that…”
With a sleepy, freckled smile, Noah closed the bleach cap and turned off the water. Then she stroked his hair.
“Eat plenty of my clean breast milk, Dohyun…♡”
She tilted her body slightly so he could drink more easily.
She even added, “Too cramped? This way is easier, right?♡♡” while pressing a hand to his back and pulling him tighter against her.
Breasts nearly the size of an exercise ball squished softly around his head. He could feel the mammary glands and the muscle beneath. The dense, firm texture of breasts rich with milk tissue.
With every heavy, soft thump-thump of her heart, the glands jiggled and tickled his face. Milk sprayed forcefully from the stretched pores, soaking his cheeks and chin.
“I’ll drink it even if you tell me not to.”
Dohyun spoke with a hint of complaint.
“Damn, this is so fucking good. Why didn’t I taste this sooner?”
He pretended to be annoyed.
“Hey, why didn’t you give me something this delicious?”
His tone was sulky.
“I told you to drink it and you refused!”
Noah shot back.
“Idiot, breast milk has to be fed straight from the breast, right? You watch all that hentai but don’t know that…”
“I’m not an idiot, I’m a bitch, remember?”
“Whatever, same thing!”
They traded light, familiar jabs.
Just like the old days.
Annoyed tones. But Noah was smiling. And Dohyun was smiling too.