Chapter 110: Five People, Five Sexes (8) Blue, a Kind Woman Who Takes Care of Others
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 110: Five People, Five Sexes (8) Blue, a Kind Woman Who Takes Care of Others
Everyone has their own romantic ideals and fantasies when it comes to sex. Some are perfectly achievable, while others are impossible.
Take the anal sex I had with Su-ah, for example.
Even if some people do it, the majority of people don't engage in anal sex. However, there are those who harbor fantasies about it but can't do it because of personal preference, or because it's not a common topic of conversation.
But Su-ah and I were a match in our preferences, so we did it. In this way, things that are achievable but depend on taste become possible the moment both parties' opinions align. One sexual fantasy gets fulfilled.
Then, what about the situation of drinking breast milk? There are a very small number of women who have a constitution that allows them to produce breast milk. However, for most, it is temporary; even pregnant women stop producing it after a certain period.
Because of this, the fantasy of having sex while drinking breast milk is often impossible to realize, even if one wants to. But Hayoung produces breast milk. To call it a temporary phenomenon would be inaccurate, as she had maintained this constitution for over ten years.
And she said that ever since she started having sex with me, she’s been producing more than before. I heard later that the amount of milk she produced after sex was incomparably higher than before.
I was enjoying a situation where I could satisfy a specific sexual fantasy, and Hayoung was also enjoying the sex we were having.
"Hmph, nngh, mmm. Mmph! Haaah!"
I was standing in front of Hayoung, who was sitting on the bed. I lowered my posture slightly, my cock in her mouth while I held her head. Meanwhile, Hayoung was continuously expressing milk through a breast pump attached to her breast.
"You're doing great. Very good."
Every time I praised her, Hayoung sucked on my cock more diligently. Holding her head, I slowly moved my hips, thrusting back and forth inside her mouth.
"Nngh, ah, hmph, mm! Haaah! Mmm."
Was Hayoung also highly aroused by the situation of pumping milk while giving a blowjob? She let out moans every time she sucked, and the bottle attached to the pump was already more than half-full with her milk.
"Honey. Can I move a bit more?"
"Mmm-ph, mm!"
Wanting to feel her mouth more intensely, I asked, and Hayoung gave a slight nod while still keeping my cock in her mouth. As soon as I got her permission, I increased the speed of my hips.
"Mmph!! Nngh, haah! Mmm!"
Every time she sucked hard, the sound of her moaning and the wet slurping combined. Feeling the heat of her mouth, I gradually felt the urge to ejaculate.
"I think I'm about to go. Do you want to drink some milk too?"
Her earlier comment about "milk" kept swirling in my head. I used it as a metaphor, but I was essentially asking if I could cum. Hayoung, seemingly having no intention of taking my cock out of her mouth, nodded while still holding it tight.
"Alright."
Soon, I began to thrust into her mouth more roughly.
"Nngh, mm! Mmph! Khh, haah!"
Hayoung continued to suck as my cock pushed deep into her throat and pulled back out. Finally, I pulled back just enough to leave only the head in her mouth and ejaculated.
"Mmph!! Nngh!"
Unlike usual, where I would cum deep inside her, today I ejaculated into her mouth so she could taste my semen, just as I had tasted her breast milk.
"Mmm-ph! Mmm!!"
She stimulated the head of my cock with her tongue as I came, encouraging even more to come out. I released enough semen into her mouth to make her cheeks bulge.
"Mmph, mm!"
Once I finished, Hayoung began to swallow the mouthful of semen. Her bulging cheeks subsided as she swallowed every drop while still keeping the head in her mouth.
"Haaah, phew..."
Only after swallowing it all did she release her lips from the head. She looked up at me, breathing heavily from the blowjob.
"How was it?"
"It’s delicious. The milk you gave me."
It was the first time in my life that the word "milk" sounded so erotic. It was a day where so much meaning was attached to that word that I wondered if I’d be able to function normally in daily life anymore.
"Then, for me..."
I took the breast pump from Hayoung’s hand and detached the bottle connected to the funnel.
"Are you going to drink more?"
"Yeah. I’m going to drink it, but..."
I poured a little bit of the breast milk from the plastic bottle onto my cock. My cock glistened with the warm, freshly pumped milk. I held my milk-covered cock out in front of Hayoung.
"You're a pervert."
Even as she called me a pervert, Hayoung couldn't hide the joyful expression on her face as she took it into her mouth. The sight of her sucking on my cock, wet with both her saliva and her own breast milk, looked more erotic than anything in the world.
"Mmph, hmmm. Nngh!"
As she sucked, I felt like I needed more of her milk, so I poured more over my cock while only the head was in her mouth. More of it spilled onto the floor than stayed on, but that didn't matter.
What mattered right now was the situation: Hayoung was sucking my cock covered in her own breast milk.
"Mmph! Haaah, mm, mmm!"
With the breast pump gone, milk began to trickle from Hayoung’s breasts every time she sucked. Completely relaxed, she was now in a state where the milk would flow even if left alone, and I felt a deep sense of satisfaction with the entire situation.
After enjoying her mouth a bit longer, I pulled out and laid the panting Hayoung down on the bed.
"You're especially wet today."
Hayoung’s pussy was soaking wet as she spread her legs. I used my fingers to spread her open and observed the twitching inner flesh.
"Because I want you to come inside quickly."
"You're a pervert too."
Returning the words she had said to me, I lined up the head and pushed my cock into her drenched, lewd pussy.
"Hyah! Ah, haaaaah!!"
The moment the long-awaited pleasure hit, Hayoung gripped the bedsheets tight and moaned.
"Isn't it hard pumping milk by yourself?"
"Ha-ah, nngh, mmm! To... to be honest, I did wish you would do it for me..."
"You seemed pretty embarrassed for someone who felt that way."
"That's why I only thought about it! I was too shy to say it! Ah, ah, aaaah!"
As the light thrusting began, I felt the vaginal walls tightening around my cock.
"And, you're busy, so you can only come on Sundays. Ahh, nngh!"
Hayoung must feel the void too. Perhaps she even felt a great deal of sadness. She probably wanted to see her first boyfriend every day, yet we only saw each other once a week.
I felt especially guilty because I spent the least amount of time with Hayoung.
"I'm sorry."
All I could do right now was apologize. If I wanted to, I could rearrange my schedule immediately. It was possible for me to come whenever I missed her.
But I couldn't make that decision easily because of the constant tension that things might go wrong at any moment. Was it because my affection for Hayoung was lacking?
I could confidently say that wasn't it. The reason I hesitated to change the schedule wasn't that I liked one person more and another less. It was because I liked everyone.
"It's okay."
Hayoung smiled and reached out to touch my cheek. With a gentle smile, her eyes told me she had no complaints.
"It's because you're busy with work. And you give me so much love every time you come, so I'm perfectly fine. You can just focus on your work."
Those words only made my guilt grow, and I pulled Hayoung into an embrace.
"Ah! Nngh, h-honey."
Because I hugged her while still inside, the head of my cock pushed even deeper. Hayoung let out a faint moan and hugged me back.
"Does it bother you?"
"......Yes."
It felt like I wasn't giving her enough love compared to the amount she gave me. Her heart for me was so large that I wondered if I deserved such overwhelming affection.
Hayoung, who had been holding me tight, slowly released the hug and met my eyes, smiling.
"Then just love me a lot."
She touched my cheek again with her soft hand.
"Love me as much as it bothers you. That's enough for me."
She gave me a light kiss, and I began to move my hips.
"Nngh, mmm! Haah!"
As the thrusting started, Hayoung let out moans. I decided to love her and hold her as passionately as the guilt I felt.
Did my feelings reach her? Hayoung, who had been accepting me with her legs spread, wrapped both legs around my waist.
The hip movements gradually quickened, and my cock began to thrust into her pussy more roughly.
"Haah, aah, ah, ahh! Ah, haah!"
Milk continued to flow from her breasts, and with every shake from the thrusting, droplets of milk scattered.
"Haah, aaaaah! Ahh! H-honey! Haah!"
I kept moving my hips with the thought of making Hayoung, who was calling my name, feel even better. She moaned and kept calling out to me.
"Aaaah, ahh, honey.... Hngh, nngh, haah! Aaaah!"
She wasn't calling me to say something or to hear an answer. She just wanted to keep calling my name in this moment of sex, and as the one having sex with her, I could feel that most clearly.
"Nngh, haah! Ahh, aaaah!"
The soaking wet vaginal walls massaged my cock softly. My cock, pulling out long and pushing in deep, pressed a heavy kiss against Hayoung’s cervix.
"Haaah! Nngh, haah! Ah, aaaaah, ahh!"
As the movements grew faster, Hayoung’s moans grew louder, and the urge to ejaculate inside her surged within me.
"Honey! Inside, put it inside. Fill me up! Ha-aaaaah!"
Hayoung must have felt that I was about to cum, as she urged me to ejaculate internally. Without refusing, I thrust roughly a few more times before pressing my hips tight against hers.
"Nngh!! Haaah!!"
As the head of my cock pressed hard against her cervix, Hayoung lifted her hips slightly and reached climax. I continued to thrust while ejaculating into her womb.
"Hyah! Nngh, haah! H-honey! If you move while... while you're cumming... ha-aaaaah!"
Because I was moving while ejaculating, my rhythm became irregular. Unlike when I would only cum at the very back, I ejaculated all throughout her vagina. As my cock pulled out and pushed back in, semen began to spill out.
"Hyaaaah, nngh, mmm! Honey! It feels so good! Haaaaah! Do it more!"
Surely, Hayoung must also find it regrettable that we only meet once a week. Even though she felt that regret, she wanted to resolve it through the form of sex, which I enjoyed. Even though there must be other things she wanted to do.
"Yeah. I'll do it even more than you want."
Declaring that we would have long, deep sex, I pressed my hips close again.
"Nngh!!"
Arching her back as she hit a massive climax, Hayoung’s waist trembled. Milk was still leaking from her nipples.
Supporting Hayoung’s waist with my hand, I leaned down and took a milk-leaking nipple into my mouth. As I began to suck loudly, her milk flowed into my mouth.
"Ah, ahh! Drink a lot. It's all yours. Haaaaah!"
As soon as I finished ejaculating while drinking her milk, I continued thrusting without a moment's delay.
"Haah! Mmm! If you do it right away! Nngh, hngh, ah!"
The pleasure continued while her climax hadn't even fully subsided. Hayoung experienced an endless peak as she fed me her milk and took my cock deep into her pussy.
Under the relentless onslaught of pleasure, Hayoung’s moans grew even louder. Matching the rough thrusting, she began to sway her hips slightly.
"Ahhh! Ah, aaah, haaaaah! Honey!"
This time, she was calling for me. Still sucking on her nipple, I lifted my head slightly to look up at her. Hayoung was looking at me with a face flushed with pleasure.
"Honey. Mmm, ahh! Ahh! I love you. Haaaaah!"
Seeing her reach another climax while telling me words full of affection, I pulled away from her nipple.
"I love you too."
Answering her, I didn't stop my thrusting, and the hot night continued.
*
A few days later, a text arrived from Hayoung.
[Honey. A package came to the house in your name. Did you order something?]
It seemed the item I had looked up for Hayoung had arrived.
[Yeah. Let's open it together on Sunday.]
I was excited at the thought of opening the package with her, and Hayoung replied that she understood.
After exchanging a few more texts, a few more days passed.
Sunday arrived, and I was excited at the thought of seeing Hayoung for the first time in a week.
After my part-time job ended, I headed straight to her house. I opened the door, now more accustomed to punching in the passcode than knocking.
Hayoung, knowing it was time for me to arrive, would be inside. I took off my shoes at the entrance and walked into the living room. Whenever I came over, Hayoung would always greet me right away, and today was no different.
"Y-you're here?"
Hayoung, her face flushed, was wearing the light blue apron she usually wore. No, wait.
"Are you not wearing anything else?"
She was wearing only the apron.
"N-no, that's not it!"
Realizing I might misunderstand that she was wearing nothing but the apron, Hayoung quickly turned around to show me what she was wearing. And at that sight, my eyes widened even further.
Underneath the apron, Hayoung was wearing underwear.
Underwear with a spotted pattern that looked just like a dairy cow.