Chapter 109: Five People, Five Sexes (7) Blue, a Kind Woman Who Takes Care of Others
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 109: Five People, Five Sexes (7) Blue, a Kind Woman Who Takes Care of Others
The most precious time I spend with the members of Hunter Killer is the time I spend with Hayoung. It’s not precious because I favor her above the others, but because the time I can spend with her is limited to just once a week.
Excluding our part-time job, I also only spend personal time with Yura once a week, but it feels a bit strange not to count the hours we work together.
I meet Hayoung on Sunday evenings after my shift ends. One might ask, "If you want to see her more, why don't you just meet more often?" But unfortunately, I am currently in a very sensitive position regarding my time management.
Even a slight change to our casual meeting schedule requires a lot of thought. While I find meeting her only once a week regrettable, the truth is that I also find it somewhat of a relief.
What concerns me most about our weekly meetings is her feelings. She never shows any sign of discontent and greets me with a welcoming smile every time we meet, but that only makes me feel more apologetic toward her.
Given the circumstances, I haven't found a solution, and through it all, Hayoung has never once brought up the idea of meeting more frequently. I believe she is being respectful of my lifestyle and routine.
"Was it a rejection at the document stage again?"
"I think so. I haven't heard back."
As usual, I had come to Hayoung’s house on Sunday evening. I stood behind her as she prepared dinner wearing an apron, hugging her and watching her cook.
"It’s so unfair that they won't even give you a job just because you're a Superhuman."
"It can't be helped."
Although we only meet once a week, we keep in touch regularly. Recently, Hayoung had been looking for work she could do during her remaining time on weekdays, excluding meetings and duels, and had submitted applications to various part-time job postings.
However, her self-introduction always mentioned that she was a Superhuman, and perhaps because of that, she hadn't received a call from anywhere.
She might have found a job if she left that part out, but I didn't mention it because I knew why she insisted on including it.
Because of me, Hayoung realized that there are people in this world who don't hold prejudices against Superhumans. Or rather, she knew such people must exist somewhere, but I was the first one she had actually met.
And because she believed she could surely meet other people like that and become friends, she no longer hid the fact that she was a Superhuman.
"Still, I believe you'll find something soon."
Hayoung smiled and set down the knife she was using to chop vegetables. She slipped out of my embrace, turned around, and faced me. She immediately buried her face in my chest and hugged me; being relatively short compared to the other members, she tucked perfectly into my arms.
"And since I have you, Honey, I don't get discouraged just because my applications get rejected. You don't have to worry too much for now."
Touched by her words of reassurance, I stroked her hair before leaning down to press my lips against hers.
"I'm proud of you, babe."
I meant it sincerely, and Hayoung seemed pleased by the remark, looking up at me with a smile.
Picking up the kitchen knife again, Hayoung resumed her cooking. I continued to watch her while still holding her, but then I slipped my hand under her apron and began to fondle her breast.
"Hng... I'm in the middle of cooking."
She spoke as if scolding me, but contrary to her words, she leaned against me and didn't pull away from the hand kneading her breast. I didn't stop, continuing to massage the large breast wrapped in her light blue T-shirt.
Captivated by the softness felt through the fabric, I continued my caresses like someone obsessed with breasts, and Hayoung let out faint moans while her hands never stopped working.
"It's a bit wet?"
As I kneaded her breast, I felt her T-shirt grow slightly damp.
"That's because... you're fondling me so lewdly, Honey."
My stimulation had caused her breast milk to leak, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, it had soaked straight through the T-shirt. I wanted to lift her apron right then and there to see the milk-stained hem of her shirt, but I couldn't interfere with her cooking any further.
"Can I drink it later?"
"You would even if I said no."
Knowing me all too well, Hayoung didn't refuse to let me have her breast milk. I postponed our "fun time" until after the meal, released my hug, and sat obediently at the dining table to wait for her.
I had half a mind to help, but for now, Hayoung derived more satisfaction from feeding me a meal she had prepared entirely on her own rather than cooking together.
"Is it okay if we do it after I wash up?"
Naturally, being in front of the stove while cooking made her sweat, so it seemed she wanted to be clean before we started.
"How about we wash together?"
I asked, naturally intending to have sex in the bathroom, but Hayoung, who was setting the table with utensils, lightly flicked my forehead with her finger.
"No. Way. If I go into the bathroom with you, I have no idea when we'll ever come out."
I had no words to refute that. Just as she said, once we started having sex in the bathroom, it was obvious we’d lose track of time and stay in there for a long while.
We had sex every time I came to her house, and having already experienced intense sessions in the bathroom, Hayoung spoke with absolute certainty.
"Yes, ma'am..."
It was a shame, but since I also understood Hayoung’s desire to share a happy time in bed, I decided to set my own wishes aside for a moment.
Soon, we had dinner together, eating the food she had prepared. Even though we messaged every day, we always had so much to talk about when we met once a week that the conversation never withered during our meal.
I told her fabricated stories about my "office job," which were actually adapted versions of things that happened at the Spacetro Headquarters, and Hayoung mostly talked about things that happened with the Hunter Killer members. Of course, most of what she told me were things I already knew from the others, but the same story sounds different depending on who tells it.
I enjoyed hearing things from her perspective, and Hayoung listened to my stories with interest as well.
"Are you sure you don't need help?"
"It's fine, so go wash up."
After the meal, I sent Hayoung to the bathroom to wash up while she was trying to clear the table. I cleared the plates and bowls while she was inside.
As a rule, it takes a woman a long time to wash up when preparing for bed. It was the same for everyone, even though we met and had sex every time. My habit of having long sessions in the bathroom had probably developed because I couldn't stand the wait.
Of course, there's a certain anticipation that comes with waiting. How happy will we be today? How much fun will we have? Waiting for your partner to finish washing while harboring such expectations is also a very enjoyable time.
After tidying the table, I opened the refrigerator to put away the side dishes. Inside, there was a plastic tumbler filled with a white liquid. Feeling thirsty just then, I put the side dish containers in and took the tumbler out.
I opened the lid and sniffed it; it smelled like ordinary milk. Had she transferred some leftover milk into it?
It’s generally not polite to help yourself to things in someone else's fridge, but Hayoung’s house had already become like a second home to me.
Perhaps because I felt a vibe close to a honeymoon every time I visited, I was already as comfortable in her house as I was in my own. Without considering that Hayoung might mind, I drank the milk without hesitation.
A short while later, Hayoung emerged from the bathroom in her pajamas, her face flushed from the heat of the warm water. Her hair wasn't fully dry, and she was wiping away the remaining moisture with a towel when her eyes met mine as I sat waiting for her.
"Did you wait long?"
"I was waiting with a happy heart."
In truth, the wait had been a bit long, but this much waiting was nothing to me anymore.
Hayoung approached with a smile, but then she froze when she saw the empty plastic tumbler that had held the milk I just drank sitting on the table.
"Honey... that..."
"Hmm? Oh. I saw milk in the fridge, so I drank it."
Looking at the empty tumbler, the thought that maybe I shouldn't have drunk it finally crossed my mind. When I looked at Hayoung, she was standing there, unable to hide her bright red face.
It wasn't a flush from the heat. She was clearly blushing out of embarrassment, and I couldn't fathom why.
The milk had tasted like perfectly normal milk, so I wondered if there was some major problem with it.
"Was I not supposed to drink that?"
"...It's not that, but..."
After a moment of hesitation, I asked her, and Hayoung answered in a small, bashful voice. If there was no problem with drinking it, then why on earth was she blushing so much?
I found out the reason when she spoke her next words.
"That... was breast milk."
Time seemed to stop as neither Hayoung nor I moved. A moment later, a short "Oh" escaped my lips.
Drinking her breast milk while having sex with Hayoung was a regular occurrence. In fact, she would find it stranger if I didn't drink it during sex.
The reason she was so embarrassed wasn't simply because I drank it. It was because I had drunk milk she had expressed from her breasts herself. To be more precise, she was embarrassed that I had caught her pumping her own milk.
And then, I said the one thing that made her embarrassment explode.
"Did you pump it yourself?"
"Aaaah! Don't say it!"
Hayoung collapsed right where she stood, covering her face with her hands in shame. I had seen her get shy before when I complimented her during sex, but this was the first time I’d seen her have such a huge reaction.
"By yourself?"
"Uuuugh!"
Seeing this novel sight, my mischievous side kicked in. I approached the crouching Hayoung and asked, and she nodded her head as if answering me, even while making incoherent noises.
Soon, I took her hands and uncovered her face. Her red face, contrasting with her sea-blue hair, met my eyes, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Wh-why are you laughing?"
"Because you're cute."
Hayoung asked anxiously as she saw me grinning mischievously. I helped her up and gave her my sincere impression, though her face remained bright red.
"What's the big deal? It's fine to pump milk. It's not a bad thing."
"I know that... but it's embarrassing."
I kissed her cheek and we walked together toward the bedroom. With her blush fading slightly, Hayoung sat on the edge of the bed, and I sat down beside her.
"But why the breast milk?"
I suddenly became curious as to why she had expressed it and kept it in the fridge. Once her face returned to its normal color, Hayoung took a deep breath and slowly began to speak.
"...Lately... quite a lot has been coming out."
I understood immediately. The person who had consumed her breast milk the most was none other than me. It was true that she had been producing much more lately compared to when we first started having sex.
Perhaps she had always been prone to producing a lot, but the nerves during our first few times prevented it from flowing like this. Or maybe the amount she produced had truly increased over time.
"So, did you do it by hand?"
"No."
Naturally, my gaze drifted toward her breasts. Just as I felt the urge to knead them, Hayoung answered and opened a drawer under the bed. She reached in among the neatly folded clothes and pulled something out.
It was a transparent funnel connected to a plastic bottle, with a small rubber pump at the end of a hose attached to the back of the bottle. It was a device I had never seen before, but I knew its purpose the moment I saw it.
Hayoung, whose face had just calmed down, blushed again as she showed me the hidden breast pump.
"You did it by yourself with this?"
"Yes."
"Show me."
"Okay... Wait, what?!"
Hayoung, who had been answering me while blushing, was startled when she realized I’d asked her to show me. I had said it half-jokingly and half-seriously, but after seeing the look in my eyes as I stared at her, she blushed and took off her pajama top.
Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her snow-white skin and large, swaying breasts were immediately revealed. My gaze fixed on her nipples, where I always drank her milk.
"Are you... are you really going to watch?"
"Yeah. I want to see. I want to see you pumping."
"Just... promise you won't laugh?"
Worried that she might look ridiculous expressing milk, she made me promise repeatedly, and I nodded.
"I definitely won't laugh."
I might find it arousing. Just imagining Hayoung pumping milk by herself was erotic enough to make me smile. But I would never think she looked ridiculous. There was no reason to.
Besides, I likely played a part in her increased milk production.
Soon, Hayoung gripped the bottle connected to the funnel and fitted the funnel over one of her breasts.
My cock, which had been erect for a while, throbbed inside my pants the moment I saw that.
Hayoung then gripped the pump at the end of the hose and began to squeeze it with her hand.
"Hng!"
Feeling the pressure of the pump, Hayoung let out a soft sound and kept pumping until the milk came out, but no matter how much she pumped, nothing appeared.
It was strange, considering how easily it came out whenever I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked during sex. Hayoung avoided my gaze and kept pumping while staring at the device.
"Uuuugh, it won't come out because you're staring so hard, Honey."
It seemed she was nervous under my intense gaze.
"Can't be helped, then."
I sat behind Hayoung and hugged her, grabbing and kneading the breast covered by the funnel. Because her breasts were so large, there was much more area outside the funnel than inside it, so I had no trouble massaging her.
"Haaaah!"
Hayoung, who was very sensitive in her breasts, let out a moan the moment my hands touched her. I began to caress and knead her breasts with both hands.
"You have to keep pumping, right?"
I told her to keep pumping as her hands had stopped while she moaned. Upon hearing my words, she reflexively began squeezing the pump again, focusing on expressing the milk.
"Haa-ah, ah, ahh! Honey... your hands feel so lewd."
"Because you like it."
Hayoung, fresh from the shower, smelled wonderful. I pressed my nose against the nape of her neck, taking in her scent while continuing to knead her breasts.
"Haaah, ahh, nng, hng! It's... it's coming! Haaah!"
As she felt my caresses and continued pumping, milk began to flow from Hayoung’s breast. It even leaked from the parts not covered by the funnel, and the milk from her breast immediately began to fill the plastic bottle.
What started as just a few drops gradually increased in volume until a surprising amount of milk began to flow continuously.
Usually, I just sucked it straight from the source, so I never knew exactly how much was produced. Seeing it expressed like this, I couldn't help but think it was quite a lot.
In other words, I had been tirelessly drinking this much milk every time.
"A lot is coming out."
"When I'm at home... it just comes out even when I'm doing nothing... Haaah!"
"How often do you pump?"
"Once every two or three days. Hng, ahh!"
I toyed with the nipple of the breast without the pump, enjoying the moist sensation. Currently, Hayoung’s milk production had increased to the point where it would leak if she didn't express it every two or three days.
Excluding Sundays when I visited, that meant she was pumping at least once or twice during the week.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's embarrassing. How could I tell you that I have so much milk I have to pump it myself?"
From my perspective, I didn't think it mattered if she told me, but it seemed Hayoung found it deeply embarrassing.
"My little... milk cow."
"Uuuugh!!"
The moment I uttered the words I had been hesitant to say, Hayoung stopped pumping and turned her head to look at me. Her face was bright red, and her eyes were moist as if she were about to burst into tears.
"Sorry, sorry."
I chuckled and apologized while stroking her hair. Hayoung, who wasn't truly angry, calmed down as soon as I stroked her head.
"Then, shall we get started?"
I stopped the breast play and presented my cock in front of her face after she had removed her pants. Was it because I had seen such an unexpectedly erotic sight? My cock was fully engorged, its tip glistening with transparent pre-cum.
"Yes."
Hayoung answered with a smile and took my angry cock in her hand. My cock throbbed at the touch of her soft hand.
"Since you drank my milk, Honey... give me your milk too."
Comparing semen to milk, Hayoung took my cock into her mouth. Stimulated by her words that triggered my male instincts, I wondered, Where did she learn to say things like that? as I felt the inside of her mouth.