Cafe's Common Sense (3)
Staring at Geon-yul's rock-hard cock, I held the pose for about five seconds before letting go and running a hand through my hair. Now I could get back to normal business. After all that, self-milking felt like no big deal anymore.
"Okay, for real this time."
This time, I gripped my left breast tight with both hands—the same ones that had just made a heart—and squeezed hard. Was it because I misjudged my strength the first time? Women's breasts are delicate and sensitive, so there was some pain mixed in.
Squiiiirt! But as soon as the milk shot out from my nipple, I felt pleasure surging from my chest down my spine, forcing me to press my thighs together. And it wasn't just my breasts leaking liquid. Luckily, everyone was fixated on my tits, so no one noticed, but when I let out a faint moan, the clerk noona came around behind me and started fondling my belly.
"Hngh, hnnngh…!"
"How's it feel? That squirt-squirt from your tits?"
"D-dunno… ♡"
"I'm just a female bitch, so I wouldn't know, but research says the collar's lactation add-on feels about 70% as good as a guy blowing his load."
"N-nooo ♡ My tits are so sensitive, it's way better than that ♡"
"…Huh? How would you know?"
I kept squeezing out milk, squinting at Geon-yul. I'd assumed he'd still be staring at my milking breasts, but surprisingly, he was looking right into my eyes.
"Not a bitch—a total milk cow."
"Hng…."
Pathetic as it was, that low voice got me even more turned on. My thighs grew slick between them, and my udders sprayed even more milk for Geon-yul's coffee.
Squiiiirt!
"Wait, hold on! It's overflowing! The coffee's spilling over!"
The clerk noona's panicked voice snapped me back. Sure enough, I'd squeezed out way too much—the cup was about to overflow. I straightened up in shock, but that just made the unstoppable milk spray everywhere.
"Kyaa!"
"S-sorry! Just a sec, I can't control it!"
"The civil servant said first-time colostrum might come out a lot, but not this much…!"
It felt like a broken lactation sprinkler gone haywire, even if comparing my body to a machine rubbed me the wrong way.
"No, wait—that won't work!"
Panicking as the milk kept coming, I pinched my nipple shut with my index and thumb. But that only made things worse.
"Hiii?!"
Pssshhh! The pinch sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and milk blasted from both tits. The table, floor, and even nearby people's clothes were getting soaked. The more I twisted in panic, the worse it got. Tears welled up as I bit my lip.
So embarrassing, so embarrassing, so embarrassing!
What the hell was this? In a crowded cafe, tits out, spraying milk everywhere like a lactation terrorist!
Someone, please help….
That's when it happened.
Slurp.
"Eh?"
Smack, smack, sluuuurp.
Both my massive tits were in someone's hands. For a second, I thought it was the clerk noona, but no—these were rough, thick man's hands. And it wasn't just hands on my udders. Something warm, wet, and soft was lapping at me like it was alive….
Wait, what?
Geon-yul was sucking my nipples. He'd shoved the whole areola in his mouth, slurping up every drop of milk inside.
"Nngh ♡"
His tongue got in on the action too. Since one side kept leaking while he sucked the other, he mashed both tits together and took both nipples in his mouth at once, sucking with obscene slurps. It was incredibly embarrassing. Getting nursed by a full-grown man in public. And not just any man—my friend Geon-yul, of all people.
I wanted to yank my tits out of his mouth right then. But if I did, the milk cannon would fire again for sure. I hated the mix of his spit and my milk on them—wanted to wipe it all off with a napkin—but for now, I had to let Geon-yul handle it until the flow stopped.
You caused this, so you deal with it!
Part of me thought he deserved it. He'd added the lactation function, so cleaning up the mess was on him, side effects and all. Then again, maybe he'd added it hoping for a chance like this.
"Ha! Why's your tongue… wait ♡"
Slurp, lick, lick.
Soon he wasn't just sucking—he added fancy tongue work. Circling the areola inside his mouth, then flicking the nipple at just the right moment. Each time, I jolted and arched my back, helpless.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
"Pha!"
Finally, when my nipples were swollen and tingling from all the spit, he pulled away. A silvery thread of saliva stretched from my nipple to his lips.
Guess I should say thanks.
It hurt a bit from how hard he'd sucked, and the whole nipple-sucking thing creeped me out, but he'd saved the day.
"…Thanks."
"No biggie. Man, your milk really is delicious."
"That good, huh?"
I was a little curious. Normal breast milk isn't supposed to taste great, but maybe the collar's version was premium.
"Sweet and nutty, with this healthy vibe. I'd drink a glass every morning if I could."
"Ah, ahaha…."
He'd chugged so much his belly was bloated—he patted it proudly. I wiped my spit-and-milk-soaked tits with a napkin and hurriedly put my clothes back on. The clerk left, leaving us alone for coffee time, but we didn't chat much. Milk kept leaking, ruining my focus. My white tee was soaked now, my bare breasts visible through it.
"…So anyway."
"Huh? Missed that. What were we up to?"
"Jeez. We were saying since I made this coffee with your milk, maybe call it a Chae-a latte."
"Ah, ahaha… what even."
Bullshit, I thought, skipping the rest. He caught on and gave a wry smile, sipping his coffee.
"There's another reason I added lactation."
"Another reason?"
"You know how I lost my mom young."
"…Oh."
Random? …No, I'd heard it before. How had I forgotten until now?
Geon-yul's mom had abandoned him—and his dad—when he was little. He barely remembered her.
"Dad told me later I didn't even drink much milk as a baby. That's why I was kinda… wait, why are you crying all of a sudden?"
"…Huh?"
I wiped my eyes in shock. Tears were streaming down, just like he said. My vision had blurred, nose stinging—I was on the verge of sobbing.
What's wrong with me?
Not pussy juice or tit milk this time—just tears from a sad story? I'd known it forever!
"No, it's just… hngh, 'cause of you…."
"What the hell's with you? Turning into a girl made you all emotional?"
"It's not that, idiot. Hnggu…."
Seeing me cry flustered him—he glanced around, half-stood, and dabbed my tears with a napkin, leaning across the table.
"There, cut the waterworks. People are staring."
"Sorry, really sorry…."
"Why are you sorry?"
He looked baffled, but I couldn't answer. I'd assumed he picked lactation just to humiliate me. Never dreamed it tied to his family trauma—especially since I already knew all about it. Guilt hit hard. I'd dismissed his pain as pervert kink.
"Khrng."
I sniffed and stood, sliding into the seat next to him, pressing close.
"Wh-what the—"
"You can hug me."
"Seriously, your empathy's off the charts now? I'm fine, really. You're being way too—"
"Shut up!"
"Whoa!"
I shoved his face into my breasts. No accident—I knew guys loved it. But I wanted him to feel his lost mom's warmth, not get horny.
"How's that? Mommy vibes?"
"Mommy…."
I gently stroked the back of his head as he nuzzled my cleavage, breathing warm sighs. Maybe the milky scent on my damp tits did it—he was out of it. Nothing more alluring than a woman's body odor and milk.
Watching him buried in my tit valley, my lips curved up unwittingly.
Damn, was he always this cute?
Even weird thoughts bubbled up. A tough guy sniffing like a baby? Adorable. Suddenly, him double-sucking my tits earlier seemed… sweet. Just a growing boy hungry for food. Yeah.
"Mommy…."
"Yeah, yeah. Mommy's here."
"Make whipped cream with your milk at home…."
"Yeah, yeah… huh?"
He pulled away with a deadpan look, wiping my damp cleavage with a napkin. I sat there blankly, staring. Face a bit red, he grumbled.
"Enough playing. Let's grab milk pads on the way back."
"Hng."
"What're you staring at?"
I just grinned silently.
Look at that blush.
Teasing potential unlocked. I could mess with him via blowjobs or handjobs, but those cost me too. This was free.
"Shall Mommy hold your hand on the way out, Geon-yul baby?"
"Quit it."
"Hehe, was Mommy's milk that yummy?"
"No, I mean—"
Poking his chest kept him squirming until he glared, dead serious.
"Keep that up and you seemed to like my milk too. Want seconds?"
"…?"
"Won't be so sweet this time."
Took three seconds to click. My face burned hotter than his.
"I-I'm done."
"Good."
I bit my lip, clutching my hem. …I'd poked the bear and got mauled.