The Final Request
“You… you can lick it. What’s on the back of my hand.”
“…….”
At Sookmo’s words, my gaze locked onto the back of my hand. The longer I hesitated, the more the breast milk smeared there began to dry.
“…….”
Was it really okay to lick this? It wasn't like I was touching Sookmo directly, so it shouldn't matter, right?
“…….”
Self-justification, telling me it was fine, battled with my conscience, which insisted it wasn't. As they fought, the milk only dried further, until eventually, there was nothing left to lick.
“…….”
“…….”
An awkward, heavy silence hung in the air. My hand was still resting on Sookmo’s chest. While I stood frozen in confusion, not knowing what to do, Sookmo finally spoke.
“It’s… not over yet….”
“…….”
“We don’t have much time… please, hurry….”
“…Right.”
That’s right. We were in the middle of a job. If she hadn’t said anything, I would have completely lost my mind.
“How much is left…?”
“I think there’s just a little bit more….”
“Okay….”
Hoping this would be the last time, I squeezed her breast once more.
“Ugh….”
I gripped her breast firmly, moving my hand as if I were caressing her, trying to get as much out as possible.
“Ugh…!”
Once again, the opaque liquid flowed out. It spilled onto the back of my hand, and I felt that sticky sensation again. To check if there was any more, I pressed down on her nipple, rubbing it back and forth with my thumb.
“Ha, haah….”
With that final, delicate moan from Sookmo, no more milk came out. *Lick.* And before I even realized it, I had licked the milk off the back of my hand. The taste I had felt before came back to me, faint and lingering. It wasn't particularly delicious, nor was it addictive. But the very fact that I was licking the breast milk of an acquaintance was both thrilling and arousing. Especially since the person herself had given me permission.
“Ah.”
I jumped in surprise, our eyes meeting instantly. Feeling guilty for what I’d done, I quickly shook my hand off.
“……It’s fine. I told you it was okay.”
“…….”
After another moment of silence, I watched Sookmo wipe her chest with a tissue and asked, “Are you okay now?”
“…No.”
“Pardon…?”
“There might still be some left inside….”
“…….”
Well, I suppose that made sense. Just like with a pimple, you don't get everything out in one go. You have to keep going until even the blood stops and only the clear fluid comes out before you can say it’s truly empty.
“…What should I do?”
But I couldn't treat her nipple like a blemish; I had to find another way. Just as evil requires a savior of evil, a nipple must be relieved by the method of a nipple. For example, by sucking on it.
“……I have a breast pump.”
“That’s a relief—”
“It’s at the office.”
Why did the most important thing have to be at the office? …That meant I had no choice but to do it myself.
“So, what should I do…?”
“Check it for me. Yourself.”
“……Okay.”
I already knew what she meant by asking me to check it myself. And I knew that unless it came out on its own, I didn't necessarily have to force it. Seoi would drink it all anyway.
“*Slurp*….”
“Haah…!”
Even knowing all that, I eventually pressed my lips to her. Just like Seoi had done, just like we had done that day, I began to suck on Sookmo’s breast.
“Ugh, haah….”
I pulled her waist toward me, sitting her on my lap to make it easier. Because of her small frame, I still had to bow my head a little.
“Ah… haah….”
Sookmo hugged me, trying to suppress her moans. I was obsessed with her chest, sucking away mindlessly.
“That’s… enough—hic?!”
It was too late to turn off the switch that had already been flipped. I began to suck on the breast I hadn't touched yet with even more care, then turned her around and laid her down.
“No, don’t…!”
“You’re the one who asked me to suck on them, Sookmo.”
“That was… really, oh… ah…!”
It was like having pseudo-sex; I rocked my hips while sucking on her breasts. We hadn't taken our clothes off, but we were grinding against each other, legs tangled, focusing only on the act. My erection, trapped in my pants like a tent, poked at the manager’s lower abdomen, giving me the sensation of *sumata*.
“Huu….”
I grabbed her resisting arms and covered her mouth with mine. At first, she kept her lips tightly shut, but soon she opened them, allowing my tongue inside.
“Mmph… huuu…! Ha, ahah, haaah…!”
I couldn't hold back anymore. Sookmo’s clothes were already disheveled, and her skirt had ridden up high enough to reveal her panties. My cock, which had been poking at her lower belly, was now jabbing against her underwear.
“Ha, haa….”
I let out a ragged breath as my lungs felt constricted. Sookmo, also struggling to breathe, slowly pushed me away.
“No… you can’t….”
“I’m sorry… I got too excited….”
I pulled back. Sookmo sat up, her face flushed with intense embarrassment. She looked dazed, as if anyone watching would have thought we’d actually gone all the way.
“Are you going to stop…?”
“……Our time is up.”
“I suppose so….”
Even in that moment, my eyes were drawn to the white panties visible beneath her skirt and stockings. Sookmo seemed to notice, as she pulled her legs together to cover herself.
“This is… the end, right?”
I had fulfilled her final request. Even if we had ended things in a half-finished state while both of us were aroused. This was it for us.
“Shall we head out now~?”
“……Yes.”
Once we were outside, Sookmo wore her usual, relaxed smile. The dissonance I felt from that smile made me tense up.
“…Manager.”
“Yes?”
“…Should I put a bandage on that?”
“Ugh…!”
It was too visible a mark to ignore. In the end, I had no choice but to buy a bandage at a convenience store and apply it for her.
“I’ll be heading in first.”
“Okay~”
Thankfully, just as I had wanted, we returned to our original relationship at work. A superior giving orders, and a subordinate carrying them out. Even with the connection of being aunt and nephew, it was a proper relationship where we didn't let that interfere with our work.
“……You’re here.”
“Yes~”
And then, the workday ended. Once we clocked out, we were no longer superior and subordinate; we returned to being aunt and cousin.
Following that message, I was waiting in the same hourly hotel we had visited earlier that day. Since we hadn't been able to finish properly due to the lack of time, I wanted to bring it to a close.
“You don’t have to be in ‘work mode’.”
“…….”
Sookmo sat down next to me without a word. We hadn't even said anything, yet a strange tension hung in the air.
“Should we wash up first…?”
“Sookmo.”
“…Yes.”
I took Sookmo’s hand. I hadn't come here to do *it* with her. I had come to truly end things this time. To have a serious conversation.
“You said you wanted to end it.”
“…Yeah. I did.”
“That’s why I came. To really end it.”
Honestly, my hands were itching. I wanted to tear off that thin blouse, the bandage covering the hickey, the stockings that were slightly torn and running. I wanted to strip it all away. Regardless of her being my superior or my aunt. I just wanted to ravage the woman named Jang Yumin.
“So, stop. If we don’t end it today, we never will.”
That was how it had to be. I had to end this unhealthy relationship. Just like I had ended things with Miyu and Nn back then. I had to make a clean break.
“…I know.”
Sookmo took my hand. Her hand was trembling violently.
“But what am I supposed to do when you don’t satisfy me?”
“…Pardon?”
“I! I’ve been holding it in ever since I got pregnant with Seoi! And my husband, he’s been running around everywhere using the excuse that it’s dangerous for me. He goes to hostess bars under the guise of ‘company dinners’… and even after I gave birth to Seoi, when we finally did it, it didn't work properly… do you have any idea how hard it was for me to hold it in?”
“…….”
“That’s why I told you. I’m backed up….”
Someone who had never started in the first place, who hadn't done it for over 20 years, wouldn't have any regrets. But having it and then losing it was far more stressful than never having it at all. When a naturally formed life routine suddenly disappears, it causes immense psychological stress until it is satisfied.
“I’m even more backed up because of what happened today… so, Junsu, you have to relieve me.”
“…….”
Judging by her tone, she was serious. It was the restless, desperate tone of someone who was backed up because her husband wasn't taking care of her. If I just walked out now, Sookmo would probably go insane. In the worst-case scenario, she might just grab any man she could find.
“……I understand.”
Thinking that, my heart changed. I didn't want to hand this poor woman over to some stranger.
“Then, let’s wash up fir—”
“Let’s wash together.”
“…Pardon?”
After ending things with my sex partners, when we met again after a few weeks and the tension had built up to the breaking point… even Mom, who usually maintained her composure, and Chaeyu, who played the role of the younger sister so naturally… they all demanded my cock.
“You said you were in a hurry.”
“…….”
So Sookmo was demanding my cock, too. And I was simply responding to it. A relationship where I provide my cock when it’s needed. We were family, but it was a relationship we couldn't have as family. That was the current state of things between Sookmo and me.
“Should I… scrub your back?”
After we entered the bathroom together, we splashed water on each other in silence. Just as I was about to reach for the soap, Sookmo asked me.
“Please.”
Sookmo lathered the shower sponge and began to scrub my back. I closed my eyes and let my body go, surrendering to her touch. Her hesitant, light touches gradually became bolder as she scrubbed.
“…Should I do the front, too…?”
“……Yes.”
Now it was her turn to scrub the front. As I turned around, Sookmo, with her small stature, reached out to me.
“How is it…?”
“…It’s… fine.”
Despite my words, my cock was growing larger. As it swelled, the glans brushed against Sookmo’s lower abdomen. Sookmo’s hand moved from top to bottom, finally reaching the base of my cock.
“Please take care of this part, too.”
“……Okay.”
I spoke as if it were nothing, trying not to let her see that I was scared, but in reality, my voice was trembling heavily. The act had shifted from simply bathing together to having a completely different purpose.
“……Ugh.”
Sookmo’s soapy hand stroked my cock. The moderate pressure spread through my entire body.
“Haah….”
A moan escaped me at the slippery sensation. Because she didn't forget to stroke the glans, the semen I had been holding back since the day began to surge.
“Does it feel good…?”
“Yes… it feels, good….”
Sookmo’s breath hit the tip of my glans. My body shivered involuntarily, and pre-cum began to bead at the tip.
“Can I cum?”
“Yeah… you can cum… whenever you want—”
Before she could even finish, my semen hit Sookmo’s face. The thin, watery fluid ran down her scrunched-up face.
“Ugh….”
“I’m sorry… it just came out….”
“……It’s okay.”
Sookmo, saying it was okay, wiped my semen away with her fingers and then licked the residue off the tips of them.
“……Did you just eat it?”
“Junsu… you ate mine, too.”
Sookmo, who had excused herself to me as if it were nothing, added, “So… give me more.”
Just as I had craved her breast milk, she had begun to crave my semen.