Ravish...ment (2)
Ravish...ment (2)
Did I go too far?
For just a moment, an odd flicker passed through Hong Yeon-hwa's eyes.
"Euehh..."
[Ryumulabeua?]
When she lowered her gaze toward the sound, Lee Ha-yul was in her arms, his face dazed.
"Euh...? Ehh..."
Incoherent sounds that hadn't yet coalesced into words slipped from his lips. His unfocused eyes were blankly open; it was obvious at a glance that he wasn't in his right mind.
She held his chin, his mouth slightly parted. Between his soft lips, a pink tongue poked out adorably.
"Mm..."
The sight stirred the flames she had been holding back.
Until just a moment ago, that tongue had wriggled with surprising eagerness; now it drooped limp and powerless, and it was maddeningly arousing.
"Come to think of it, it's Ha-yul's fault."
"Ehh...?"
"Why do you keep tempting me? You're the one who acts so alluring first."
With the classic logic of a criminal, Hong Yeon-hwa tightened her fingers.
His cheeks indented under the pressure, lips pushed forward like a fish's mouth. The limp tongue lolled out farther, wriggling faintly as a bonus.
"...Shall I do it once more?"
"Mmph, mmlph..."
Having asked herself and granted permission, Hong Yeon-hwa pressed her lips to his without hesitation. Lee Ha-yul, reason dissolved, reflexively opened his mouth and moved his tongue.
- Slp, phuh, schlip...
Wet tongues mingled, lewd liquid sounds echoing. Hong Yeon-hwa's body trembled at the blissful sensation spreading evenly through her mouth and tongue.
[Tas-ty]
As always, the voice openly betrayed her embarrassing inner thoughts. Tasty? That was the line Hong Yeon-hwa wanted to say.
When she nibbled his lower lip, his mouth opened wider. She lightly bit the tongue that poked through, sucking and drawing on it as if honey water were seeping out.
She'd had these dark imaginings for some time, ever since he'd begun giving off that sweet honeyed scent, but she hadn't expected them to be true.
[Give me too...]
[I want to eat...]
After weakly sucking on her tongue for a while, Lee Ha-yul began to whine. Hong Yeon-hwa smiled broadly, gripped his chin, and tilted his head back even farther.
Considering he was already cradled in her arms and the height difference, he was well positioned. She pushed her tongue into Lee Ha-yul's mouth, his head tilted back as if staring at the sky.
"Mmph... schlp."
Obedient as an automatic door, his mouth opened.
What followed was a repetition of earlier—an outlet for Hong Yeon-hwa's dark desires. Their tongues mingled with saliva, and more, in a one-way flow from her to him.
"...Gulp."
[Tasty]
Lee Ha-yul worked his mouth for a moment after swallowing the saliva, then his Adam's apple bobbed. Gazing down at him from inches away, Hong Yeon-hwa's eyes curved gently with a sense of psychological fulfillment.
"Mmmph..."
Lee Ha-yul's eyes grew hazy as he kept swallowing. Hong Yeon-hwa slid the hand playing on his back downward and squeezed his plump bottom firmly.
- Squeeze...!
[...!]
[^#%^!?]
A jolt ran through Lee Ha-yul's eyes, which had been on the verge of rolling back as his reason dissolved.
"...Pah."
Having released quite a bit of her dark urges, Hong Yeon-hwa pulled away and exhaled a breathy, elated sigh.
[More, lit...]
But Lee Ha-yul, as if still wanting, stuck out his tongue again and tempted her. Her resolve wavered. Hong Yeon-hwa shut her eyes tightly.
"Now it really isn't okay."
If this continued, she might spend the whole day just sucking and biting on his tongue. It wasn't that she disliked that idea, but there were still things to do, and plenty more to give him.
"Baby? You need to come to your senses soon."
She pulled Lee Ha-yul's head to her chest as he yearned for another deep kiss, and unlike before she patted his bottom gently.
"Our baby's so good... Now you need to do other things, too."
The hand patting his bottom as she held the excited boy in her arms, as if soothing him, radiated almost maternal affection.
At that sweetness, Lee Ha-yul's breath, which had been coming in ragged pants, began to settle gradually.
"Mmnn..."
"Yes, that's right. Listening so well, such a good baby..."
Before long, he had calmed down. Lee Ha-yul buried his face in Hong Yeon-hwa's chest and breathed softly and quietly.
The sound of her heartbeat and the scent of milk from her chest did much to calm him.
"Are you okay now?"
"Yehhh..."
He nuzzled his nose against the milk-scented cleavage, then tilted his head back, and Hong Yeon-hwa's smiling face came into view.
Gently curved eyes and a soft smile. He hadn't recognized it before, but lately he'd been sensing it strongly—the maternal quality in her. His heart pounded.
"Ha-yul, aren't you hungry?"
"Hungry...? Yes, I'm hungry..."
At the sudden question, Lee Ha-yul tilted his head in confusion, but as she stroked his head, he nodded.
At that, Hong Yeon-hwa's smile deepened.
"Hmm... then what should we do... I don't have any leftover food in the dorm..."
Having brushed back his pure white hair, she cradled her own breasts with a suggestive gesture.
As the heavy breasts swayed, the scent of milk teased his nose.
"......"
[Milk...]
Understanding the message in that blatant gesture, Lee Ha-yul swallowed.
The taste of saliva lingering in his mouth was stimulating, but beyond that, the imagined taste of milk hovered deliciously in his head.
"Does our baby want some din-din?"
"...I'm not a baby."
At Hong Yeon-hwa's teasing question as she stared straight at him, Lee Ha-yul reflexively shook his head.
"Oh, really? Then you can't have din-din, either?"
"Huh?"
[?]
[Question]
[Shock]
[Dismay]
With that, Hong Yeon-hwa moved to pull her chest away, as if she'd been waiting for exactly that response, throwing him into a massive fluster.
"Huh? Huh? Wh-why...?!"
"What do you mean, why? Milk is something babies eat."
"......"
The wholly obvious and sensible comeback shut him up instantly. Because, well, she was right.
But...
"Ah~ Ha-yul can't have any since he's not a baby~ what ever shall we do..."
"Th-this..."
This wasn't just presenting a sound argument; it was a reply purely meant to tease him.
You're not a baby, so you can't have it. In other words, if you want it, act like a baby.
At Hong Yeon-hwa's half-maternal, half-mischievous expression, his hand trembled.
Conflict rose in his heart. At his age, he was supposed to act like a baby just to get milk...?
"...O-okay, I'll be a baby. Give me din-din, please..."
The conflict crumbled quickly. No amount of shame could possibly overcome the scent of milk wafting right in front of his nose...
"For real? I thought you said you weren't a baby."
"Don't care... want din-din..."
Lee Ha-yul buried his face squarely into her chest and shook his head frantically, as if throwing a tantrum.
His words aside, his behavior wasn't any different from usual, but even that much made Hong Yeon-hwa smile deeply.
"Is that so? Oh my, was our baby hungry?"
"...Yehhh."
"Is that so~ I'm sorry for making you wait."
Handling him like a child, Hong Yeon-hwa patted his bottom, pressed her lips to the crown of Lee Ha-yul's head, and gently pinched one thin shoulder strap with her fingers, slowly pulling it down.
"Here, time for din-din..."
- Sliiide...
As the slender shoulder strap fell, half of the bright red top came down with it, revealing Hong Yeon-hwa's bare skin.
"Ah."
In an instant, the color flooding his vision shifted from red to bare flesh.
His vision was filled with smooth flesh. Not wrapped in clothing or underwear, but flushed, fair bare skin openly exposed.
Large breasts that held their shape despite their enormous mass. At their tips, a slightly swollen pink area, perfectly shaped for suckling.
"Ah..."
His mouth opened—an act of admiration, and an instinctual one as well.
The source of the sweet, milky scent rising from her chest was unmistakably there.
- Ssseuk... ssseuk...
Suddenly, a touch continued stroking his head. He knew whose it was, but he couldn't tear his gaze away.
But the touch and gaze dripping with affection let him know there was no more need to seek permission.
Taking courage from that, he leaned his face forward.
"Snff, snff...?"
He didn't take it into his mouth right away. Lee Ha-yul brought his nose near the tip with an air of wary tension.
Hong Yeon-hwa merely held back her laughter and kept stroking his head at the unbearably cute sight.
Finally, as if cautious, he sniffed lightly.
"Ah."
"Mmn...! Haa...!"
His nostrils filled with the scent of milk, and his mouth flooded with saliva.
"Schliip?"
By the time he came to his senses, he was already latched onto her breast with his mouth, and Hong Yeon-hwa had her head thrown back, body trembling.
[?]
Lee Ha-yul instinctually worked his mouth. The flesh that had entered his mouth was warm and soft. The flesh of her breast was like that. The flesh of the swollen tip was chewier.
And at the end, the nipple, pouring with the scent of milk, protruded. When he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, it visibly twitched.
"Schlooorp..."
He had been suckling several times, driven by instinct, when suddenly the flesh of her breast seemed to ripple faintly, and then a warm liquid poured over the tongue that had been moving cautiously.
- Sqquirt...!
[Ug? Milkeuu? Eh]
It was warm. No time to register that sensation—the taste of milk filled his mouth, and then his tongue was submerged in the rich liquid.
In that instant, Lee Ha-yul's expression went blank. The sensation was so intense his sense of taste seemed to lock up again.
Even so, the liquid—the milk—kept filling his mouth until his cheeks puffed out before he knew it.
"Gulp."
If this kept up, the milk would spill—a terrible waste. Following instinctual judgment, he opened his throat.
The milk that had filled his mouth trickled down his throat. As the milk that had filled his mouth gradually receded, taste began to circle back over his tingling tongue.
Nutty and sweet. As if his senses were being restored, the flavor sharpened bit by bit.
The milk that slid down his throat spilled into his stomach, and a warm heat spread through his body, centered in his belly.
At that soothing sensation, his eyes grew drowsy.
It felt like he was enjoying some happy childhood he'd never even had.
"Good baby... mm, haa... eating so well..."
Strokes down his head and the line of his back, and praise that poured out even though all he was doing was suckling a single breast—it kindled that feeling of happiness.
"Schlp, schlurp..."
"Hn, hhaa..."
He couldn't think complicated thoughts. He simply wanted to eat more, so he sucked and suckled the milk that filled his mouth.
Perhaps because her breasts were large, despite sucking enough to fill his mouth several times, there was still plenty.
- Squeeze...
He gripped the base of her breast and squeezed gently toward the tip, and it flowed out smoothly.
It was endlessly fascinating how it flowed better when you did it like milking a cow...
- Squeeze...!
"Ahn...! Hnnh..."
When he squeezed harder in revenge for being teased earlier, the texture was ample, and Hong Yeon-hwa's bouncing reaction was delightful, too.
"Hoooh... aahh..."
Hong Yeon-hwa's mouth fell open at the pleasure riding up through her body. She leaned her trembling body against the backrest, and the hand wrapped around him—in case Lee Ha-yul might fall—quivered.
It felt like her blood was boiling. In a positive sense.
The rapture whirling around the breast held in his mouth sent Hong Yeon-hwa's already-warm body heating up in a flash.
Beads of sweat rose all over her skin, and her body scent bloomed thicker.
An area too embarrassing to mention was also warming and growing damp.
Hong Yeon-hwa, the corners of her lips trembling, gently stroked Lee Ha-yul's head.
"Hn, h-heh, hehe... so cute..."
Physical pleasure was blissful, but beyond that, the psychological satisfaction sent her head floating into the clouds.
A child who, from their first meeting, always seemed unsettled and precarious.
So fragile that if left alone he might suddenly drop dead, someone who needed to be held and protected by her side.
Everything—his appearance, his inner thoughts, his every little action—tugged at her heart and invoked maternal love.
Never having borne a child, yet something close to maternal love bloomed thickly, and when it tangled with lust, it became a dark, difficult-to-explain emotion.
And now, both were being fulfilled at once.
Just as she had secretly envisioned for so long, Lee Ha-yul was latched onto her breast.
Lee Ha-yul was entirely entranced, truly and hastily quenching his thirst and filling his stomach with Hong Yeon-hwa's milk like a real baby.
"Ah, really... hehe..."
Though she thought of herself as a pervert, Hong Yeon-hwa couldn't stop the smile slowly spreading across her face.
"Here, there's plenty of din-din... so eat lots... okay?"
She asked while gently stroking his head, but no reply came.
Even that necklace kept its silence; his attention was fixed solely on feeding.
The lack of response was, if anything, satisfying. Hong Yeon-hwa breathed out an elated sigh and pulled Lee Ha-yul's head tightly into an embrace.
* * *
[Player Correction System: Pioneering Progress]
[Quest ｢Huh? Baby｣ achieved]
[Quest ｢Maternal Love｣ achieved]
[A large amount of Points is being accumulated]
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[Player Correction System: Affection]
Lee Ha-yul → Hong Yeon-hwa
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡(94/100)
｢Affection｣ ｢Milk｣ ｢Gratitude｣ ｢Warmth｣ ｢Sense of Security｣ ｢Softness｣
▼Dramatic Change▼
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡(94▷97/100)
｢Affection｣ ｢Milk｣ ｢Dairy Cow｣ ｢Gratitude｣ ｢Warmth｣ ｢Sense of Security｣ ｢Softness｣