Chapter 39
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Pay with Breast Milk at the Mart Sampling Corner (2)
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Early morning hours.
The supermarket was gradually filling with customers.
And in the still-quiet interior, the lewd sound of milk being squeezed echoed obscenely.
Spurt—.
Spurt—.
Vigorous streams of breast milk sprayed out.
She filled a sample cup to the brim with her milk and handed it to me.
"Please try it. I just squeezed it, so it's super fresh."
Droplets of milk dripped steadily from the nipple of the woman who'd just been milked.
Large, dark areolas that matched her massive breasts perfectly.
They say after pregnancy, the nipples sag more and darken in color.
Thanks to her watermelon-sized tits, it didn't look bad—in fact, it was even more arousing.
'No muscle to stop the flow from the nipple? It's just leaking nonstop.'
Even after squeezing, milk kept streaming from her nipple.
No actual cow in sight.
"No origin label or anything?"
She answered my half-joking remark with dead seriousness.
"Yes! But since I just squeezed it myself, it's obviously domestic. I eat a varied vegetarian diet without any meat, so the taste should be excellent."
......Not quite the response I was expecting.
Anyway, time to try it.
The breast milk from this female cow was clearer than I'd imagined.
"Clearer than regular milk?"
"That's because it's fresh. If I squeeze a bit more, it gets thicker—I'll let you taste that too."
'What is this, bone broth?'
Her eyes sparkled eagerly, watching me, waiting for me to swallow.
Hard to read her expression with the mask on, but her gaze screamed anticipation for my reaction to her personally squeezed milk.
I gulped down the breast milk she'd produced.
'Huh? Tastier than expected?'
I'd braced for a fishy taste, but it was far sweeter and nuttier than regular milk.
"This is ridiculously good."
"Whoa! Thank you! Sir!"
She seemed tense on her first day, but my praise lit her up.
She thrust her breasts forward.
"Want to try squeezing them yourself?"
Sure.
But do I need to squeeze any more? It's already leaking everywhere.
Milk pooled messily at her feet.
Anyone would think she'd pissed herself.
"Feel free to grope away."
She smiled with her eyes, placed both arms on the table, and assumed position.
I stepped behind her, slipped my arms under hers, and kneaded her tits hard.
"Eek!!"
Her mind accepted it as part of the transaction, but her body was honest.
She flinched in shock as a stranger suddenly grabbed her breasts.
"You okay?"
"Y... yeah! You're a customer."
She endured it bravely.
Soon she was trembling, letting out sweet moans of pleasure.
"Haah...! Aaang...♡ S-sorry...! It's been so long since a man's touched me!"
......Not enduring—she was shaking from enjoyment.
And it's been a while since a man?
Trouble with the husband?
If she were mine, I wouldn't let a day go by without ravaging that pretty, curvy body.
Good thing she liked it.
I gripped her overflowing tits firmly.
"Aang!! Feels... so much better than squeezing myself!"
I paid, but the seller's enjoying it more.
Fountains erupted from her breasts.
Like puncturing a full water balloon—milk burst out.
"Mm... Sir. Let me feed you now. Come here and snuggle up."
She grabbed my head and buried it in her chest.
Soft and warm, but damp from milk sloshing inside her bra.
"Here. Suck the nipple. Come on ♡"
I bit down hard on her plump, erect nipple.
"Ow! Biting too hard hurts. Gentler..."
Dark brownish huge areola.
I teased it lightly with my tongue, and beaded milk flowed again.
"That's it... yeah, just like that."
She stroked my head as I slurped it up.
Treating me like a baby.
Slurp—.
Sluuuurp—.
After sucking a while, my stomach started filling up.
Her milk had grown thicker and creamier than at first.
"Now it's really good. Lots of fat, so eat up hearty."
Definitely sweeter now.
As I suckled at the sample station, an old man approached.
"Miss! Gimme a coffee."
"Yes! One moment, sir."
I stopped sucking and stepped aside so she could work.
Breasts fully exposed, she busied herself making coffee.
But her hands were slow.
"Hurry up. Why so slow?"
"Sorry!"
Just topless, but the bra still on seemed to hinder her.
Guess I'll help undress her.
"I'll take it off for you. Arms up!"
"Uh..."
A bit flustered, but she raised her arms without protest.
I stripped off her bra and top in one go.
The heavy bra thudded to the floor.
Inside, milk-soaked pads like sanitary ones were drenched.
No wonder it leaked through her clothes.
"Ugh... embarrassing."
Mind accepted, body shy—her face flushed.
Skin pale and firm as a virgin's.
But armpits unkempt, sparse hairs.
Truly unused as a woman for ages.
I groped her fully topless tits.
"Ahh... not now, it's awkward!"
"What's the big deal? Just make the coffee."
Streams squirted from her tits with every squeeze.
Blushing, she kept brewing.
"Heh heh. Busy girl, huh."
The old man took it as everyday normalcy.
This bizarre scene was insanely hot.
"Enjoy, sir!"
As the old man took his coffee and left, the next customer lined up.
The store now busier—had they instinctively scented the female?
Behind her bare body, a line of men formed.
Her watermelon tits jiggling as she served coffee—what a spectacle.
Throb!
'Dick's starting to react.'
Time for an extra charge?
I eyed her plump ass under the short skirt, licking my lips.
Then, white pussy juice trickled down her thigh.
'Huh? Pussy's leaking?'
Said it'd been ages since a man's touch—tits groped a bit and she's soaked.
Bored waiting.
I approached her.
At the supermarket's beverage sampling corner in the corner.
A woman with breasts bigger than her head leaked milk nonstop while working.
I approached her and said,
"Excuse me. Besides breast milk tasting, nothing else for payment?"
"Nope, sir. Sorry. Wait a bit and I'll give you the rest of my milk."
"No need to apologize. Was I your first coffee buyer?"
"Yeah?"
"First customer. Even if not in the payment, a little pussy grope as a bonus should be fine, right?"
"......Ah."
She froze, unsure.
Fine, extra payment then.
"Not okay?"
"...Ah... but pussy's a bit..."
Words say no, body honest.
Her desperate pussy was gushing fluids.
Actions over words.
I slipped my hand under her skirt, yanked down her panties, and toyed wildly between her legs with my fingers.
"Aang♡! Yes! It's fine, sir! Simple fondling's okay!"
Squelching pussy dripped steadily.
Why doesn't her husband use this prime body?
I hiked up her skirt for a better look at her ass.
Incredibly thick and jiggly.
'Time to taste that pussy.'
Slurp—.
Slurp—.
I shoved my face between her cheeks and lapped at her pussy furiously.
Gulp!
Smack! Slurrrp!
Post-birth pussy, maybe.
It quivered open quickly.
I plunged my tongue deeper, licking every nook of her walls.
"Uhng...♡ Here's... your coffee... sir."
Sucked from behind, tits flopping as she worked diligently.
Her legs trembled—visual alone had pre-cum drooling.
'Mature curvy bodies feel amazing.'
Time to cum.
Her plump ass sparked an idea.
I reached forward.
"Hey. Squeeze some milk into my hand."
"...Yes! Sir!"
Spurt—.
Spurt—.
Hand pooled with milk.
I slathered it thick between her cheeks.
"Aang♡. No one's touched there yet..."
Worked the milk in as lube.
A bit thin, but plenty—add more if needed.
I wedged my throbbing cock between her cheeks.
Soft ass flesh enveloped it.
Her asshole's warmth teased below.
'Wait. This off-transaction—another penalty?'
Should be fine.
Seller consented to some fondling.
I pressed her cheeks together around my dick and thrust.
Velvety softness with every motion.
Different from pussy—unique bliss.
Married ass feels great.
"Aang! Sir. This wasn't in the payment..."
"Just make the coffee. Gotta take my load anyway."
"True, but... first time rubbing my ass like this!"
I humped her crack relentlessly.
Base teasing her asshole, balls slapping her pussy.
Pussy juice webbed to my sack.
Her legs quivered, dripping more as my cock nestled comfy.
"Oh my! Miss! Leaking milk everywhere while making coffee?!"
The waiting lady ahead snapped.
Not just pussy juice—front was a mess too.
"S-sorry, ma'am. Ahaat!! ♡"
She couldn't focus, pleasure from her ass overwhelming amid coffee prep.
No holding back anymore.
I blasted cum across her waist, ass, and above her pussy.
Splurt!... Splaaat! Spuuurt!
Her strength gave out; she collapsed to the floor.
Skirt bunched at her waist, naked and spent, covered in cum and milk.
'Whew. Great load.'
Feels like a regular spot now.
"Hah... hah..."
Her eyes changed suddenly.
Amount: Special surcharge due to seller's lust explosion (paid to HQ)
Act: Creampie
......No way.
Time to go.
She approached my cock.
Gonna suck it?
She pulled down her mask.
Pretty face.
Familiar, too.
Countless nights jerking to her image.
"Teacher??"
My quiet high school self—her, the student teacher who'd looked out for me.
She didn't recognize me, closing in with a lewd expression, mouth opening toward my dick.
"Sir... gimme your cock..."
Teacher engulfed my confused dick whole and sucked expertly.