Instead of Milk from Her Breasts, the Milk from Between Her Legs

Slurp. Suck. Slurp. Suck.

The only sound inside the studio apartment was the wet, gentle nursing of Miyeon's nipple.

I didn't suckle the way I did with the other women — no greed, no roughness, nothing filthy. I nursed at her breast the way a baby would, quiet and pure.

Had I worked her the way I worked the others, Miyeon would have been sobbing or gasping for air. Instead she turned her face aside, pressed her right hand over her mouth, and simply felt it in silence.

Slurp. Suck. Suck.

"Hhhnnh..."

A rougher breath began to spill from her nose. She could clamp a hand over her mouth all she wanted to keep the shameful sounds in — it only made the breathing through her nose harsher, and that sound leaked out between her fingers louder than ever.

With Kim Miyeon, I wanted to try a different kind of suggestion than the ones I had used on the other sex slaves.

I implanted each suggestion with care while I nursed at Miyeon's breast.

Looking back on every suggestion I had ever laid on a bitch, these were by far the most considerate — the ones with the most love in them.

That's right. I'm not a bad guy.

Treat me well and I'll treat you well. Act like an asshole and I'll be an asshole right back.

Sluuurp—

I drew her nipple out in a long, stretching pull and let it slip from my mouth. Miyeon's body jerked and trembled. That was the heightened sensitivity at work — and the reason she was still holding her voice in, I figured, was simple embarrassment. Nursing someone with a pure heart while getting sexually worked up over it was just too mortifying.

Which, of course, made me want to suck her until she felt it even more.

This time I went after her nipple properly, the tormenting way. I gathered both breasts in my hands, tugged them, dragged my tongue up over the nipple, traced its shape, and sucked with real greed.

Suuuck. Slurp. Slurp!

"Hahk!Nnh... I'm sorry. I made a strange sound..."

"Did that hurt, Auntie?"

"No... it's just been so long ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠since anyone sucked on them... I got too sensitive and I... this is so embarrassing..."

"Didn't your daughter nurse on you like this too?"

"Well, yes, but... I'm sorry. Here I am giving Minha my breast and getting off on it all by myself... oh god."

She covered her face with her hand, thoroughly ashamed.

I smiled, satisfied, and moved my hand to her panties. As my fingers traced down the skin beneath her breasts, I felt her whole body shiver under my touch.

"Your milk tastes good, Auntie."

I said it while rubbing the crotch of her panties with my fingertips. Her pale thighs hovered in place, neither closing nor opening, stuck in a rigid, hesitant attention.

"There isn't even any real milk coming out... You must have wanted breast milk. I'm sorry it won't come."

"It's fine. Just holding you in my mouth and sucking was enough. It calmed me down. It felt really good."

"Thank you for saying that... To think you'd go that far for an old ajumma's chest..."

"If I get my wish, Auntie, your milk will come in again."

"What? That kind of thing... that isn't going to happen. I couldn't even get pregnant anymore..."

"Hm? Auntie, are you menopausal?"

The word menopausal flooded Miyeon's face with flustered color. That look was adorable.

"Meno— no. Not yet."

Fair enough. A woman who ate well, slept easy, and took care of her body the way a rich woman can was never likely to hit menopause before fifty.

And yet she was this embarrassed just admitting it. Heh heh heh.

"So you still get your period, then?"

I put a little more pressure into the fingers working the crotch of her panties as I asked.

"Yes, I do... A lot of my friends quit early, but I... it's a real nuisance, honestly, but it hasn't stopped yet..."

"I see. So when the time comes, you put a pad in here? Tampons too?"

Her face went as red as if menstrual blood had actually spread across it.

"I don't have a choice. I'm still a woman..."

"Haha. Auntie, you're going to keep being a woman. And you're only going to get prettier. More beautiful."

Because that was exactly the suggestion I had planted. Heh heh heh. Give it enough time and she would look younger than that daughter of hers, Minkyung.

"Even just hearing you say that... thank you. I'm so grateful you think of me that way..."

Whether it was genuine gratitude or the steadily intensifying pleasure, her thighs began to ease apart, giving my fingers freer play against the center of her panties.

I gathered all four fingers now and pressed them against the crotch in a broad, grinding rub.

Dampness seeped through the fabric, and that particular scent a woman gives off when she goes into heat began to rise. It was similar to Jeong Sangmi, Park Eunjeong, and Lee Jiseon, and yet distinct from all three — a difference I couldn't have put into words if I tried.

If I closed my eyes and smelled all four pussies, though, I could have told you whose was whose without a second of doubt.

"Auntie."

"Yes?"

"If you're sorry the milk won't come, then let me suck something else."

Her body shifted, just slightly, and I heard her swallow.

She knew. She knew exactly what I was asking to suck.

"What..."

"The milk that comes from between your legs, Auntie."

"Hahk..."

The words alone had been enough to make her feel it. Her brow furrowed and she bit down hard on her lip.

"This part still works, doesn't it?"

I rubbed the panties as they grew wetter under my fingers, forcing an answer out of her.

"I— I don't know..."

"Oh? My fingers are getting soaked, though?"

"Ahnk...!"

She hid her face behind her hand, trying to cover the look of helpless distress.

And then she closed her thighs again... which, conveniently, made peeling the panties off even easier.

"I'm taking these off. The panties."

I hooked both sides of the violet fabric and drew them down.

A faint dusting of pubic hair came into view, and beneath it a neat, straight pussy that closing her thighs did nothing to hide.

I stripped the panties all the way off and set them right beside her face — specifically to set her shame on fire.

Sure enough, Miyeon turned her head the other way to escape them.

I shifted down and settled between her legs. Both hands guided her knees up, then eased them apart.

Beneath the light hair, a small pair of petals, already swollen, parted left and right and showed me everything inside.

Even before she lost her husband, she clearly hadn't been having much sex. And after she lost him, she hadn't even been touching herself — her pussy was as clean as a young girl's.

I would have bet money that her daughter Minkyung's pussy was in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠far worse shape than Miyeon's.

"This is so embarrassing..."

"Since the milk didn't come from up there, I'll try drinking the natural honey-milk that comes from down here."

"That doesn't come out..."

"It's pooling so much it can't even hold it. It's dripping."

"What? No... no, it isn't..."

Miyeon was so mortified she even shook her head, trying to deny what was happening. In that case, the kindest thing was to show her directly.

I gently scraped the inside of her spread pussy with my index and middle fingers. Cloudy love juice had already gathered in the folds between her outer and inner lips. I scooped it onto my fingertips, pressed thumb to forefinger, and pulled them apart so she could watch it stretch in a long, glistening thread.

"Look at this. I haven't even touched the hole yet. This is just what was sitting on the sides."

"Aigoo... I don't want to... I don't want to look."

A beautiful, kind woman throwing a little tantrum stays cute no matter how old she gets.

I spread Miyeon's pussy with my fingers, lowered my nose to it, and started to breathe her in.

Sniff. Sniff.

"Don't smell it...! It's dirty...! Ahh!"

The scent of a healthy pussy filled my nose. Had she really never even had a common yeast infection?

The heat-scent grew thicker as I moved from her clit down toward her urethra and the mouth of her vagina.

I pinched the hood protecting her clitoris and peeled it back.

A small clit emerged like an underripe piece of fruit, trembling with fear.

How a forty-eight-year-old woman's pussy could look like this was beyond me.

Cleaner than Jeong Sangmi, Park Eunjeong, or Lee Jiseon... thank you very much.

"Auntie."

"Y-yes...?"

"Your pussy milk. I humbly accept."

"What? N-no, you can't— euhk!"

My mouth was on her exposed clit before she could finish. I painted it with spit, rubbed it with my tongue, and started to suck. With her sensitivity already doubled, Miyeon seized the blanket in both fists and went rigid on the bed.

I paid that no mind at all. I tasted her clit at my leisure, then the tip of my tongue found ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her urethra, and after that I sealed my lips over the mouth of her vagina and drew in the cloudy pussy milk that had been pooling there.

Slurp. Slurp. Suuuck.

The milk that had been fermenting so healthily inside her cunt filled my mouth and lit up every taste bud with a flavor that belonged to her alone.

A little raw, a little tart... the taste of a truly fine pussy.