Holy Mother (1) - Minor
Holy Mother (1) - Minor
The rich, ticklish scent of milk tickled his nose, and Lee Ha-yul swallowed dryly.
[Hungry...]
[Milk]
"Are you hungry?"
"Mm... hungry."
"Oh my, that won't do..."
When he squirmed and fussed, Lee Ha-sol's eyes went round for a moment, then curved gently.
"Then you need your noms..."
[Mm mm mm]
"Should we have a kiss first?"
"Mm...? Mm, smack..."
Lee Ha-sol smiled without a hint of guile, pulled him deeper into her embrace, and lowered her head to press their lips together again.
'Ah...'
His shoulders trembled at the blissful echo of lips clinging to his for the second time in his life.
Part of him badly wanted to close his eyes and savor the sensation, but Lee Ha-yul kept his own eyes open, gazing up at her.
Not just their lips—their gazes overlapped, too.
Lee Ha-sol stared absently down into his eyes.
She had seen his eyes countless times while caring for him as a child.
Dim, dark gray irises.
His vision had been so blurred that his pupils had never properly focused.
Some people had disliked them, called them ominous, and Lee Ha-sol had felt that way at first too. But later she came to think of them as his own special trait and treasured them.
Now they were different.
Still gray, but now light lay over them. Deep within, an entanglement of colors made her feel as if she were peering into the Milky Way.
'So beautiful...'
How could a person's eyes be this beautiful?
The eyes that prompted that fundamental question were looking straight up at her.
The eyes she had resolved to somehow make see the world—still not able to fully take the world in, but unmistakably taking Lee Ha-sol in.
"...smack smack..."
Snapped out of her daze by the sensation repeatedly clinging to her lips, Lee Ha-sol blinked.
When she blinked, Lee Ha-yul, who had been pressing quick little kisses to her lips, blinked back at her.
The sight was so much like a baby bird that a rush of tender emotion swirled through Lee Ha-sol's eyes.
"...Good boy. You did so well."
"Mm, mm..."
She slid the hand wrapped around his waist down and patted his plump little bottom.
Not just any patting—exactly the firmness Lee Ha-yul liked. When she patted his bottom firmly, Lee Ha-yul's eyes softened with satisfaction.
"Pat-pat nice..."
[Bottom pat-pat nice]
[Do it more...]
"Oh my, you want your bottom patted? Then kiss me harder and... smack."
Lee Ha-sol smiled brightly when his lips were on hers before she even finished speaking.
"Mm, mm, mm..."
When she patted his bottom as a reward, Lee Ha-yul let out a satisfied hum and kissed her even more eagerly.
That action was just unbearably cute and lovable.
The temptation to pat his bottom and kiss him all night tugged at her heart, but she decided to save that for later. Instead, she squeezed the bottom she had been patting.
A jolt of sensation shot up his spine without warning. Lee Ha-yul's eyes flew wide open.
"Shmlrrp...!? Uwuh?! Smack... shmoooch..."
When his mouth reflexively opened, Lee Ha-sol's tongue pushed between his lips as if she'd been waiting.
"Mm, mm, mmm..."
The tongue that had tapped against his teeth finally tangled with Lee Ha-yul's own. At the flavor that spread as their slick, wet tongues rubbed together, Lee Ha-yul's eyes quivered.
"Gulp..."
[Saliva tastes good]
[Soft]
[Sweet]
At last he shut his eyes tight and swallowed. The soft, sweet saliva slid down his throat and into his stomach.
"Bleh..."
When their lips finally parted after a long moment, a glistening bridge of stringy liquid stretched between their mingled, warm breaths.
His tongue, relaxed and soft, poked out just a little. And not only that—his eyes, filled with an unapproachable color, had melted just like honey.
Lee Ha-sol's mouth fell open slightly, dazed.
"...Ha-yul, are you doing this on purpose?"
"Bleh...?"
Lee Ha-yul tilted his head gently.
His head meant what do you mean, and his body meant give me more saliva. Lee Ha-sol took it as the latter and brought their lips together again.
- Squeeze...
"Hmph... shmup, shmp..."
Massage his bottom, and his lips open. Slip your tongue in between, and he obediently holds it and sucks and sucks.
'Good...'
The joy of the saliva coating his tongue surged up, bursting little by little. The hands kneading his bottom were embarrassing, but nice, too.
Not everything was satisfying. He wanted to keep eating Lee Ha-sol's saliva because it tasted good, but there was something else he craved even more.
His newly focused gaze slid downward. The voluptuous breasts that had been rubbing stickily against his nape and collarbone while they kissed. The breasts that had been wafting the scent of milk from the moment his sense of smell awakened. He squeezed them tight.
"Waah..."
Lee Ha-sol, who had been greedily savoring Lee Ha-yul's saliva, curved her eyes into crescents.
Lee Ha-yul's eyes gleamed at the lush fullness pressed into his hand.
They really were huge.
So much so that not just one hand, but two hands couldn't fully cup one breast. When he held a breast from underneath and lifted slightly, heavy flesh sank heavily into his palm.
As he kneaded and played with the breast, Lee Ha-sol laughed softly and kissed his forehead.
"You've been so good with your kisses... so now gimme..."
[Hungry]
[Gimme milk]
[Noms]
"Mm-hm, oh my, was our baby that hungry?"
Lee Ha-sol giggled and laid her hand over the ones playing with her breast.
"Ahh... sweetheart... good baby... just wait a moment, okay?"
In a tone as if soothing a mischievous child, Lee Ha-sol picked up the bottle placed on the bedside table.
Then she lay down on the bed with a soft plop, made a pillow of her arm for Lee Ha-yul, and cradled him in her arms while checking the bottle's temperature.
Having swallowed hard, Lee Ha-yul kneaded her breast with his restless hands and urged her on.
"Gimme it faster..."
"Mm... just a little more..."
After handling the bottle, Lee Ha-sol glanced down at Lee Ha-yul nestled safely in her arms.
The corners of her lips crept up at the sight of him kneading her breast as if it were his own and fussing.
Him whining to be fed was unspeakably cute.
"When you were little, you barely ate. Even when I tried to feed you more, you wouldn't eat..."
"Hungry."
Lee Ha-yul shook his head emphatically, as if to say he was different now. When Lee Ha-sol smiled softly, his gaze drifted down to her chest, which gave small, slight jiggles.
"Really big..."
[Milk? cow]
"Mmph..."
At his brazen admiration, her laughter gradually faded and her skin flushed hot.
She knew very well that her chest was big, but having Lee Ha-yul appraise it, and being called a milk cow on top of that, was unavoidably embarrassing.
- Flinch
Lee Ha-sol, who had twisted her body slightly to avoid his gaze, shuddered.
Lee Ha-yul had pressed his face firmly into her breasts.
"Sniff sniff..."
[Milk scent]
[Softness]
[Warm warm]
[Nice sweat scent]
[Like Ha-sol scent]
"Ah..."
At the stream of commentary that followed, her already heated face burned even hotter.
She was mortified that her scent was being sniffed at so openly, and equally mortified that she was secretly pleased the appraisals were all good.
"Don't sniff so much..."
"I like Ha-sol's smell."
Lee Ha-yul shook his head and stared fixedly at Lee Ha-sol's hand.
The bottle filled with warm milk.
Finally managing to change the subject, Lee Ha-sol cleared her throat and shyly held out the bottle.
Eyes sparkling, Lee Ha-yul immediately lowered his head, took the nipple into his mouth, and began sucking.
"Numn... shmp..."
"Ah..."
Her pale green eyes trembled at the unfamiliar sensation. The sight of him nestled in her arms, diligently sucking the bottle, was unbearably lovable.
"It's yummy..."
"Mm mm mm..."
[Yummy]
[Sweetish]
[Deliciousness]
[Savory]
[Milk]
"Yeah... there's plenty of milk, so drink until you're full..."
Overcome with tender emotion, Lee Ha-sol held Lee Ha-yul tight, exactly as her maternal love told her to.