Chapter 95
Chapter 95
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: The Man in the Suit and the Bitch in the Mini Dress (2)
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A woman's breasts are a symbol of maternal love.
It's not just because looking at them brings a silly grin to my face and makes my cock throb painfully thick.
Everyone has been held in their mother's arms and suckled at her breast at some point.
Back in those early days before the ego even forms, when all a baby can do is eat, shit, and sleep, they instinctively latch onto the nourishing swell of their mother's chest and suckle away.
But I have no such memory.
As an orphan, while others were nursing and growing, I never experienced it.
That's why I've always felt this intense longing for the idea of a mother.
A mature figure, soft aura, kind and gentle demeanor, relaxed speech and mannerisms.
And if I had to add one more thing, stunning beauty.
The ideal image of a mother in my mind.
"Mama..."
Diana Ordia was that ideal mama incarnate.
Today, once again, I found myself committing the unforgivable sin of lusting after Mama while gazing at her.
But it wasn't really my fault.
A man getting hard over a beautiful woman is just natural instinct.
"Heh..."
As I gently stroked the soft sideboob, Diana swallowed hard right away.
"If we're assigning blame, it's this seductive pair of tits that's far guiltier for tempting a man."
"S-Seductive? What do you...?"
Squeeze.
"Ooh...!"
I cupped her breast from below, weighing it in my palm like I was measuring its heft.
Slipping upward—
"Ah...!"
Diana's gray milf dress slid up with a soft rustle.
She hurriedly grabbed the rising hem with both arms, pressing her elbows tight to her sides and accentuating her chest even more.
"..."
After a moment's hesitation, Diana cautiously slipped the left shoulder strap of her milf dress back onto her arm.
She covered the bottom, but exposed the top. The fabric slipped down from the breast it had been cradling.
Her left breast was fully liberated from the milf dress at last.
Milky pale skin. A faint pink areola and nipple.
The right one was still wrapped in the dress, but tasting two flavors at once wasn't half bad.
"D-Don't stare so intently... it's embarrassing..."
Even as Diana spoke in a flustered voice, I couldn't tear my eyes away.
I couldn't hold back any longer.
I knew I had to restrain my lust.
I knew damn well that chasing women, pleasure, and indulgence would keep me from focusing on growth!
But I just couldn't stop.
After savoring Diana's shy, blushing eroticism a bit longer, I refocused on the sensations at my fingertips.
The bare left breast felt different from the right one sheathed in thin fabric. And above all...
Heavy.
Ridiculous giant tits. It was so absurd I almost laughed. Who knew fondling tits could make me feel their weight like this?
As I admired the breast overflowing my palm and spilling out, it quickly grew slick.
The underboob, pressed so tight against her body, was even wetter than I'd imagined.
She'd been standing by the hot stove for so long, of course sweat would pool under there.
The phrase "underboob sweat" was real, and I couldn't believe it.
Could these massive tits really not have even a drop of milk?
I trusted the curses on Diana.
In this lewd body packed with every perverted curse imaginable, was there truly no milk at all?
I didn't buy it.
I'd find it. I'd discover the milk oasis in these breasts.
Slide. Sliding—
"Hee hee, th-that tickles..."
As I lightly traced from under her armpit down to the underboob with my middle and ring fingers, Diana let out a soft giggle.
Her hand came to rest on the back of my head, gently stroking.
"You can take your time..."
A relaxed attitude, like soothing a child aroused for the first time.
She seemed like an experienced older woman at a glance, but I knew full well she was a ridiculous virgin with a foster daughter and zero sexual experience.
"Hng..."
Every time I kneaded her breasts in different ways, I heard her holding back gasps.
Moans like she was suppressing rising arousal.
Unlike Diana's resolve to not show her sloppy side, her honest nipples were perking up bit by bit, hardening erect.
The climax switch seemed to whisper, "Press here hard, and she'll squirt her true juices right away. Hurry up and push it," but I desperately ignored it.
My target wasn't the nipple—it was the areola.
"Mind if I change positions a bit?"
"O-Okay..."
Diana rose from the inn table chair she'd been sitting in.
I took her spot, feeling the warmth her ass had left behind.
"Sit here."
Pat pat.
I patted my thigh with a slightly commanding tone, and Diana shivered.
"Yeah..."
She shyly settled onto my lap.
Her warm, ample ass sank plushly over my crotch.
...Surprisingly heavy.
The perfect weight made it even better.
The hot body heat and pressure clinging to me brought the reality crashing back.
I hugged her from behind like a back hug, seizing her breasts.
"Haaaah...!"
Stimulating downward with a full squeeze like milking, her suppressed moan dragged on longer.
I teased the pink areola with index and middle fingers.
Circle— circle—
Gently circling, handling it like the world's rarest treasure, gathering the sensations in her breast.
No need for force. Just align my fingerprints with her areola and leisurely tease her tits, driving her into heat.
"B-Balkan... enough already..."
I didn't need to hear the rest. She was asking if I wouldn't just fuck her thigh pussy instead of this teasing.
Sorry, but no. I was completely hooked on these tits now.
Diana's waist twitched faintly, her quivering ass pressing and rubbing my rock-hard cock.
I ignored the female instincts and refocused on the areola.
"Hooo, oooh...!"
Her breathing heated up more and more. Her pitiful suppressed moans grew wet.
This body with five times the sensitivity melted slickly under my devoted milk-summoning caress.
Squeeze!
"Hiiik...!"
Pressing slightly harder on the areola and milk ducts with my index finger, the soft-chewy breast sank in, drawing a fiercer reaction.
At the same time, her entire breast began to heat up.
Plenty of foreplay. Now hypersensitive, changes started showing in her breast.
Schlick—
A wet, lewd sound.
My circling index finger on the thick areola picked up a sticky moisture.
Proof that the slow, deliberate milk-summoning tease was working.
"W-Wait...! S-Stop, Balkan...! Something's wrong—"
Diana's face realized something was off and tried to stop me in a panic.
But...
It was already too late.
Squuuueeeze!!
Her nipple, already stiff from the relentless areola torment, I pinched between thumb and index and yanked.
"Haaaauuuuuh?!?"
Diana arched her back into the air, head thrown back.
Spluuurt—! Splurt!
White milk jetted fiercely from nipple and areola.
Her cute belly heaved with ragged breaths from the milking climax, milk dripping from her stretched legs at their limit.
After twitching her hips in the air for a moment, Diana collapsed bonelessly onto my lap.
My cock rubbed slickly between her soft ass cheeks.
I clamped her breasts tight, pulling her into a rear embrace.
"Hiiik♡ S-Stop...♡ No more nipple play...♡"
Spluuuurt!
Fresh milk soaked my palm again.
Naturally, my hand went to my mouth. I licked the white liquid wetting it.
Smooth and nutty like milk, without a hint of fishiness.
Is breast milk supposed to taste like this? No idea. Maybe Diana was just special.
I turned her body around. Her dazed eyes stared blankly at me for a while.
Slipping down.
Diana's gaze dropped to her own chest.
This slutty body spurting milk without even being pregnant.
No way it was just a lactation fetish. One of her curses must have triggered.
Curses need to be tamed with holy saliva.
Schluuuurp—
"Hik♡"
I latched my lips around the thick areola of her exposed left breast, applying suction.
Slurp, suuuuck— suuuuuck—
Gumming the plump areola between my lips, flicking the erect nipple with my tongue tip—milk gushed hard down my throat each time.
"...?!! ...!!! ...♡"
Lulling myself with her voiceless cries and moans like a lullaby, I gulped down her milk.
Ngaa...
It felt just like being cradled in a mother's arms.
Denied a mother's milk as a child, now as an adult, I suckled Diana's.
Better this way.
Thinking that, even my orphan past didn't seem all bad.
Suuuuck— schluuuuuck—
"...Th-The milk isn't going anywhere... s-slowly...♡"
Female instinct kicking in? Diana lifted her underboob, offering her breast for easier suckling.
Diana's milk, which even Ellie—practically her daughter—hadn't tasted.
For Ellie, now a grown adult past nursing age, I'd empty these tits myself.
Schluuuck.
Suckling the nipple hard, I buried my nose in Diana's breast.
Warm. Soft. Cozy, reassuring.
Nursing against Diana's chest flooded me with every happy, peaceful feeling in the world.
And for some reason, an irresistible drowsiness overtook me.
Like my body was forcing me to sleep.
Through my blurring vision, I saw Diana's melted expression as she gently stroked my head.
I fell asleep in Diana's embrace.
"Huh..."
When I opened my eyes to the sun beating down, I gaped blankly.
"...Insane."
Drinking her milk leveled up my stats.