#71. Milk
#71. Milk
Na-eun, with her lips pursed, wasn't telling me at all why she was mad at me.
"...Why are you like this?"
If I'd made some mistake, I could just apologize and be done with it, but Na-eun wasn't saying a word about what had upset her.
"I don't know. I'm pissed. For real."
For someone who's really pissed, you're providing breakfast service, huh, Na-eun-ie.
Even though we didn't have ingredients stocked, the menu was ramen, but the quality was way higher than my usual.
It even had eggs in it, and green onions finely chopped and sprinkled on top.
Compared to me just dumping everything from the bag into the pot, this was luxurious.
Huroop. Huroorup.
Ramen made by my girlfriend was top-notch.
I'd heard that ramen made by little sisters is the best.
"...You eat too. Why aren't you eating?"
Na-eun wasn't moving her chopsticks and just kept glaring at me.
"I'm getting surgery."
"...Are you sick somewhere?"
At Na-eun's sudden declaration of surgery, I stopped mid-slurp with my noodles dangling.
"No! I don't hurt at all!"
Hmm... Doesn't hurt at all, but needs surgery...
So what could it be...
"Na-eun-ah."
"What."
"...Sex change surgery is a no... Ow!"
Na-eun whacked my head straight with the pot lid right in front of her.
"You know your oppa's a crazy bastard, right?"
"No! Then what surgery is it?"
You gotta tell me so I can respond.
What kind of surgery does a healthy person get?
"...Boobs."
Boob surgery? Suddenly?
She said it doesn't hurt, so maybe implants to change the shape or size.
"Why?"
"...Someone said they were fucking tiny."
"Which bastard said that!"
I slammed my spoon down on the table.
She was my first girlfriend.
There's no way I could just sit there watching her get sexually harassed.
But was it that she didn't know how I felt, or was there some other misunderstanding?
Na-eun whacked my head again with the pot lid.
"Argh. Why do you keep hitting me, damn it."
"Because you deserved it. Duh."
"No, the sexual harassment was from some random guy, so why hit me?"
Na-eun looked at me with eyes full of disbelief.
"You. You. You, Lee Min-ho, you said it."
...Me? ...When?
At least in my memory, I'd never complained about her boob size to her.
If anything, I was satisfied.
As a lifelong Mosol bastard who'd never slept with another woman, I had no comparisons, but Na-eun's were...
My gaze naturally drifted to Na-eun's chest.
She was wearing my T-shirt, so the curves weren't super obvious, but her boobs were still nicely perky.
"Something's a misunderstanding there. Wasn't me."
"No. Op.pa. Said. It."
Na-eun stating it way too firmly.
For real? I said that?
"When."
"Right after waking up this morning, you were groping my boobs and saying my mammaries were fucking tiny."
Hmm... I don't know if that's true, but I did dream last night about a cow character from a game.
A cow character roaming vast canyons.
"That was just sleep-talking."
"You were saying no milk comes out either."
Ah, fuck. What the hell was I saying?
"Ah, that was just nonsense from half-asleep, so don't mind it."
I slurped up the noodles hororok into my mouth, hoping she'd clear up the misunderstanding.
Na-eun, who had been gazing intently at me, called out to me in a serious voice.
"Oppa."
"Yeah."
"Then say it straight up."
"Say what."
"How you think of my boobs."
Ha... How do I put it... Is this dinner table talk?
"They're good. I like your boobs."
"Don't brush it off vaguely—be specific."
Sunday morning.
In front of my girlfriend, I started explaining in detail just how great her boobs were.
"First off, the shape is pretty. Size is good too."
"Seems like they've got some decent weight, but no sag relative to that."
"Areola's a bit wide, but that's a matter of taste."
As a pro Erotic Novelist, I had to be sincere about boobs and genitals.
Day in, day out, the only descriptions I wrote were of women's bodies.
Boobs swelling grandly, heartbreakingly desperate scenes—all conducted naked. That's Erotic Novels for you.
"Nipples are..."
"Stop!"
I'd been staring only at her boobs while talking, so I hadn't checked her face, but Na-eun's was red like a ripe persimmon.
"That's... enough..."
Oh! As expected, I had a talent for comforting and praising my girlfriend.
"Anyway, I think they're plenty pretty as is, so if you're worried because of what I said, you shouldn't get surgery."
The characters in [Imprisoning Her] were all natural.
Lee Jin-seong never forced them into plastic surgery.
Even if they felt inadequate about their bodies and wanted to go to a clinic first, he absolutely forbade it.
What Lee Jin-seong imprisoned and remade those beauties into was solely their minds.
He didn't want them all uniformly becoming huge-titted.
Each with different personalities.
Each with different flavors.
But turning those women into idiots who only knew his cock—that was his pleasure.
"Got it..."
Na-eun finally seemed reassured by my words and started eating again.
After cleaning the table, doing the dishes, and even brushing her teeth.
"Now you should head home, illustrator-nim."
I also needed to get to my Manuscript work soon, so I subtly issued the guest-dismissal order.
"Yeah, but... um..."
Did Na-eun still have something she wanted to do here?
"Oppa. Everything you said about my boobs earlier—was it sincere? Not a lie, right?"
She'd still been hung up on that.
"Of course. Your boobs are great, Na-eun-ah."
Pleased by the praise, she smiled brightly.
Alright. Now go home. Go home.
I'm basically the type who finds spending long periods with other people burdensome.
Even being out all day is tough, and at drinking parties, I'm the villain yelling "I wanna go home!" nonstop.
Of course, being with a cute girlfriend with soft boobs is nice, but this weekend's quota was already filled.
"Then prove it with actions."
"Prove what."
"How much you like my boobs."
With that, Na-eun stripped off my T-shirt she was wearing.
Ah. Right. No panties either.
Her snow-white naked body filled my eyes without warning.
Na-eun climbed straight onto me in the computer chair and grabbed one of her boobs with a hand.
"Here. The great boobs oppa was talking about."
She shoved them right toward my face.
"If you really meant what you said to me, you couldn't hold back from these."
Suck... Damn, temptation.
I had zero justification to refuse.
If I didn't act here, it'd be as good as admitting I lied.
And honestly, no reason to refuse anyway.
Na-eun's plump, peach-like boobs.
I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked her nipple from bottom to top.
Na-eun's body shivered.
Once I tasted it, I couldn't stop.
I buried my face in her fluffy boobs and greedily devoured the peach right in front of me.
"Haa.... Haa..."
Na-eun's low moans.
The more I tormented her boobs, the tighter she hugged my head.
With her nipple in my mouth, I sucked hard like a baby craving milk.
...Delicious.
Fucking delicious.
I don't think I'd ever lavished this much attention on Na-eun's boobs before.
After sucking only the right one, I gave equal love to the lonely left boob.
"...Haa. Feels good, right? You like it?"
Na-eun, wanting more praise, asked how good it felt for me.
"Yeah. Super tasty."
Responding to her, I smack kissed her boob.
When my lips touched her already sensitive boobs, she writhed around again.
Suck, slurp, nibble.
Tormenting Na-eun's boobs every way I could, my lower half was screaming to be let out of my pants.
"Haa... Huuung."
Na-eun's pussy kept grinding on my pajama pants like it craved my cock.
I could feel increasingly sticky fluids soaking my lower body.
Na-eun, already gushing down there.
Me, rock-hard to the point of pain.
I scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.
Na-eun spread her arms like she was waiting.
Pulling down my pants, my spear-like monstrosity sprang out.
Na-eun gazing lovingly at my cock.
Maybe she'd been aiming for this moment since breakfast.
No foreplay needed.
Her pussy, already drenched beyond wet, was fully ready to welcome my cock.
The moment I brought my glans to her entrance, Na-eun's sweet voice rang out.
"Make the milk come out, oppa♥"
...I'll make a baby come out too, you slut.