Cafe's Common Sense (2)
Inside my hoodie zip-up, my white T-shirt was soaked. Precisely, just the chest area. It wasn't translucent enough to show through yet, but something kept steadily leaking from inside my shirt, making the fabric damp.
I stared blankly down at my chest and muttered.
"What the hell is this? Why is it wet?"
No one answered my question. Instead, Geon-yul struck up a conversation with the cafe clerk in an exaggerated tone. Of course, only I could tell it was an act. It was so perfect that no one else would even suspect.
"Ah, this is the milk container I mentioned earlier."
"Aha, I see."
I was fidgeting with my chest over my clothes in confusion when Geon-yul pointed at me and handed a coffee cup to the clerk. The clerk sister approached me as if she understood.
"Please wait just a moment."
"Huh? No, I, wait... Eek?!"
The clerk sister immediately yanked up my white tee with the hand not holding the coffee cup. I was too flustered to resist. And it wasn't some burly guy like Geon-yul—it was a pretty older sister, after all.
But the sight right in front of me was more shocking than ever.
"...Why is milk coming out of my boobs?"
Even when I was a guy, white fluid had come out of my body. But that was just semen from my dick. In subculture stuff, female characters call it "milk" and love it, but it's never actual milk. Yet right now, white droplets were dripping from my breasts.
If it was white liquid from my nipples, there was only one possibility.
"I'm not even pregnant, so why breast milk...?"
Without answering my question, the clerk sister roughly grabbed my breast—no, my milk container—and squeezed hard.
Squiiiirt!
From my right breast in her grip, milk literally squirted out like a water gun.
"Eek♡"
It was used as an ingredient for Geon-yul's cafe latte.
After finishing sex with Chae-a yesterday, I couldn't sleep, lost in thought. Part of it was wondering what function to add to her body, but mostly it was about how to define our relationship going forward.
What should I do?
Until now, whenever a situation arose where I had to do lewd things with Chae-a in front of others, I'd hesitated and agonized. Was it really okay to lay hands on my friend like this? To ease my guilt, I'd resolved to see her as a bitch only when necessary.
But that wasn't easy. See her as a bitch when needed and a friend otherwise? Easier said than done—it was just a defense mechanism to justify my actions.
In other words, time to drop the pretense. Honestly, thrusting into Chae-a's pussy felt amazing. No denying that. Watching her blush and do embarrassing things reluctantly in public was cute and hot. I was totally hooked.
I think I've fallen for her. That's clear.
But treating her like a real bitch still feels wrong.
Yesterday, my brain was ruled by my dick, so I thought using this world's common sense meant I could fuck her freely without issue. But after sage time hit, my thinking changed.
Chae-a knows the real me from our original world, just like I know her. Erasing her personality and treating her like every other woman here would be shitty.
...So, should I just ask her out?
I shook my head immediately. Nah, that wouldn't work. She still sees me as a friend; confessing out of nowhere would leave her stunned. I see her fully as a girl now, but she doesn't seem to see me as a guy.
Plus, if she rejects me, things would get super awkward. With our owner-pet contract, we'll be stuck together forever. Neither of us wants that discomfort. It might sound cowardly, but this feels right.
I need to hide my feelings for now.
Does that mean do nothing? No. If I can't confess, make her confess. No matter how high and thick the walls around her heart, if she opens the door and steps out herself, they become irrelevant.
Aim for her to come to me on her own—not because of this world's weird norms, but of her own free will, begging for lewd stuff. Induce her heart to fall for me. Long story short: seduce her.
By giving her what she likes.
But what does Chae-a like?
Unfortunately, my solo streak was long, so I suck at handling normal girls. But if it's my friend who meshes perfectly with me and gets off on verbal humiliation and insults, that's different.
...Isn't just keeping it up like before enough? As long as I don't cross lines.
Directly training her as a bitch wasn't the answer. I needed to prepare and wait until she bites her collar in her mouth and begs to be tamed.
"Hold on."
With a goal set, design the process. Perfect timing—I was browsing functions for her collar anyway. Was there something she'd deny verbally but secretly love, something that'd occasionally make her need my help?
[1. Breast Milk: Sweet breast milk flows from even a non-childbearing bitch's breasts. The taste goes without saying, and the nutrients are excellent—adults can drink it without hesitation...]
Breast milk?
A childhood memory flashed by. My shabby dad, mom who left us, and me hating that home.
"...Breast milk."
I decided as if possessed.
Milk coming from my breasts. Milk from my tits. No matter how I phrased it, the shock wouldn't fade easily. I'd never heard of non-pregnant boobs lactating out of nowhere. Sure, there are ways to induce it, but had I done any?
What the hell?
Did Geon-yul creampie me yesterday and somehow impregnate me without me knowing? We didn't use protection, but he added a function to the collar to control pregnancy, right?
No, that's not it.
He wouldn't have knocked me up, and breast milk starts after birth, not pregnancy. No reason for it now.
Then, seeing me panic, Geon-yul spoke up.
"It's the new function I added. Breast milk secretion."
"What were you thinking...?"
I wanted to yell, but with the clerk and other customers around, I held back. Raise my voice in public like last time, and I'd hear, "How dare a bitch talk back to her owner?"
"I thought about it. What functions are actually useful. But most are just for tormenting bitches— not much helps in real life."
"So how does breast milk help...?"
"Don't think of it as normal breast milk. Good for babies and adults, super sweet. Basically, it's premium milk."
"...This?"
"Yeah. And it refills if you eat well, so it's free. Honestly, tons of uses."
Using breast milk in daily life sounded absurd, but premium milk made sense. No need for dairy—cereal, a glass in the morning, coffee like now. Milk sneaks into everything.
Still, squeezing savings from a person's tits? A friend's tits, even. Genius or pervert?
"Haa, fine. You could've warned me."
"Wanted to surprise you. How was I supposed to know you'd go out braless?"
"Th-that's... Ungh."
I didn't argue further. I'd given him full control over functions. My fault for breaking the promise. I'd said accept anything not too weird. Breast milk was tolerable.
"Then squeeze the other one too. Fill it up more."
"Uh, okay... "
I hesitated, and the waiting clerk sister scolded me, annoyed.
"Hey, milk container. Hurry up, okay? Normally, supplying milk at a cafe is my job as clerk. Getting it stolen by a customer request feels stuffy."
"Stolen?"
"Making my upper mouth work overtime instead of the lower one. Cafe common sense: when an order comes, make milk for the customer's coffee. See?"
She spread her legs slightly, bent her knees, placed hands on her breasts, circled her areolas, then pinched her nipples.
Spurt...
Her apron-front shirt soaked around the chest. She lactated too.
"Sis... you're a bitch with the breast milk function too?"
"No. I'm the cafe owner's female bitch, had a baby a few months ago—still producing. If I were a bitch class, I couldn't work here."
"Ah, aah."
Right—only female bitches and up can work. Bitch class are just bred by owners.
And she looked just a year or two older than me, already a mom. Impressive.
No low birthrate worries here.
I looked at her with admiring eyes, contributing to society. But she misunderstood.
"Wanna try clerking?"
"Huh? No, I'm good..."
"Be honest. You're here as a customer's milk container—same as my job. Squeeze milk from the other tit for his coffee."
I didn't want to. But this world isn't kind enough to skip what I hate. I glanced at Geon-yul, then stood.
"...How do I do it?"
Pouting, I asked, and she smiled brightly.
"First, lift your top. Hands up~"
"Ah, no, not fully off... like this?"
I shook off her hands, yanked my shirt up, and held it with my chin.
"Whoa, pink nipples! Cute~ I used to be like that."
"What about now?"
"Hubby and baby suck 'em dry, so kinda meh now, hehe. Anyway, bend at the waist, aim your boobs at the cup."
My nipples and areolas were already coated in thin white fluid—my breast milk. Wanted a napkin, but she pressed my back, bending me, grabbed my left breast, aimed at the cup.
"Rub rub~"
She slid her hand in, stroking not nipples or areolas, but outer flesh with her knuckles, stimulating something.
"What's that?"
"Milk duct stimulation. Makes more milk."
Milk ducts? Felt like I was a lactation protagonist. Instinctively pulled away, bending more, but she was surprisingly strong.
"Ugh..."
"Careful—bend more and your udder dips in the hot coffee. It'll burn."
"J-just squeeze like this?"
"Yeah. You can do it solo? No help needed."
I nodded, grabbed my left breast. Geon-yul stared blankly at his coffee—unreadable.
"Ah, for clerk experience, say the lines too."
"Lines?"
"I'll whisper—memorize."
"Hng?!"
She whispered embarrassing lines in my ear. Warm breath startled me; a drop of milk plopped out unwittingly.
Plop!
"Okay, let's start?"
"D-do I really have to?"
"Cafe clerks do. Common sense?"
"I'm not a clerk..."
"You're clerking now. Gonna keep whining?"
Some tone for a customer. Then it hit: to her, Geon-yul's the customer; I'm just his pet, nothing more.
"Haa."
No choice. I gripped my fully exposed left tit. Mortified to death, but better than yesterday's bathroom. I spoke.
"Ch-Chae-a's milk... please enjoy~..."
Heart shape with hands, squeezed. Pink nipple and areola filled the gap, vulgarly.
Spurt!
Geon-yul's pants bulged instantly.
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