Isekai Milf Story - General Store Edition (11)
"Huh...? It's bad for my body?"
As I put on a worried expression, Cecilia nodded solemnly.
"That's right. Just to make sure, has your... um, pepper ever gotten this big before?"
"Ah, y-yes. I... I don't know why it suddenly got like this. It just grew all of a sudden."
"I see... That's strange..."
Strange, my ass. Cecilia double-checked with me, clearly not wanting to mess this up. Once I confirmed it was my first time, she nodded slightly to herself, satisfied, and began explaining the gravity of the situation.
"Raoul, remember what I told you before? About how milk building up in your breasts is bad for your health."
"Yes. That's why I've been helping you out, right, ma'am? Ah! Of course, your... milk is delicious too, so... I like it... "
"Mm. Thank you. Anyway, Raoul, men's bodies are a bit different from women's, but it's the same for them too. As boys grow into men, semen starts building up in their... pepper. If you don't release it regularly..."
Cecilia swallowed hard and looked me straight in the eye.
"...you could get a serious illness..."
"...I see."
I matched her serious expression and nodded along. This was news to me. Back in modern times, I'd gone through boot camp without jerking off until graduation, and nothing happened—or so I'd thought. But come to think of it, the way we'd chant "One, two, three, ya!" during roll call, or how I'd fanatically follow Siloam, whom no one even glanced at... maybe I had been sick. And that triple F GPA after getting out? Probably the aftermath. Everything made sense now.
Anyway... I liked where this was going. I'd wanted more teasing tension, but having the woman take the lead with her own desires? That was just as fun—in its own way.
When she called it a serious illness, I feigned panic and blurted out nonsense.
"S-so, does that mean it's the same as with you...? Is semen like milk?"
"What? No, semen is—"
Cecilia started to explain, then suddenly widened her eyes as something clicked. If I were to cartoonify her face, it'd be like a lightning bolt zapping her brain.
"Wait a second..."
She pressed a finger to her lips, pondering. It was just a fleeting moment—less than five seconds. Then she licked her lips, making them glisten.
"...Yeah. Right. Milk. Semen is... the milk that comes from a man's body."
Cecilia delivered that twisted fact without batting an eye. So that's what came out when I jerked off or had sex—milk, huh? She must've realized she'd overreached, because her voice softened from before. I was trying my best to act innocent, but my face must've given me away. Seeing the giant question mark hovering over my head, she rushed to elaborate and dispel my doubts.
"Look closely, Raoul. See those two big balls under your pepper?"
"Yeah. I've heard guys call them balls. Is that right?"
"Mm... That's where the milk is stored in those balls. Look at me, Raoul. My milk is stored here too, right?"
With that, Cecilia compared her breasts to my balls to make it clear. She grabbed her two tits and jiggled them toward me. Milk stored in two balls. It sounded plausible. Fine, I buy it.
"...I-I see. I didn't know. But ma'am..."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Th-that's where pee comes out... Isn't it dirty?"
"No, it's not. It's just a natural difference between men and women—nothing we can do about it."
Whenever I raised a doubt, she'd bullshitting her way through, solidifying the idea that milk came from my dick. One hilarious question was when I asked if this milk was for feeding babies. She recoiled in horror and vehemently denied it. She added that normally, you handle extracting it yourself, and above all, don't tell Eli.
But how's she gonna handle the aftermath? Early sex ed would've been fine—just call it semen. What's her angle here?
"Normally, you'd do it yourself... but you help squeeze my breast milk all the time, right? So this time, I'm just returning the favor. And besides..."
Cecilia licked her lips again, giving me a cheeky look.
"It'd be a shame to waste milk that's finally come out, wouldn't it?"
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We adjusted our positions on the bed. Following her lead, I spread my legs and sat comfortably, just like when I'd fucked Mary. Cecilia lay on her stomach, belly to the sheets, her massive tits squished beneath her. She brought her face right between my legs.
"Ah... Amazing..."
Lying there with her face inches from my crotch, she murmured to herself as she stared at my erect dick.
"...Raoul, you trust ma'am, right?"
"Y-yes... Of course."
"Hehe... No need to be so tense. Ma'am felt good when you suckled my tits, didn't she? You'll feel the same... Just relax and leave it to me."
"Okay, ma'am..."
"Alright then..."
Cecilia's trembling hand grasped my dick. Not the tentative touches from the bath last time—this was a bold grip around the shaft, like holding a handle. She began stroking it up and down, soft and smooth.
Shlick... shlick...
"Mm... Raoul's dick... is huge..."
With a dazed expression, she muttered while fixated on my throbbing cock. She seemed lost in playing with it—not really expecting a reply. When I asked what "dick" meant, she said it's another word for pepper. Good early education.
"Um... Is a big dick weird...?"
"Mm. Not at all. Actually... it's a good thing..."
Cecilia flicked her tongue out teasingly as she kept caressing my cock. Her teasing went on for a tantalizing few minutes. Was she deliberately trying to make me beg? But no—she kept murmuring "amazing..." like it was genuinely fascinating. Maybe she was comparing it to her dead husband's. The thought sent a thrill of taboo through me.
"Hng... Hnng... Hn..."
I wasn't sure if it was her fetish, but her face hovered so close that her hot breaths from sniffing in and out tickled my dick. She didn't seem to care if I noticed. Finally smelling a real man after so long?
After fiddling with my cock for minutes, her eyes gleaming with lust, she tightened her grip on the shaft. Then, carefully, she pulled the skin all the way down. My glans popped out in an instant.
"Ahh...!"
"S-sorry, Raoul! Did that hurt...?"
I yelped suddenly, and Cecilia panicked, releasing my now-exposed dick and looking up at me with worry. Still prone between my legs, she lifted her head. I shook my head at her.
"N-no. It's just... when you touch it like that, it feels all tingly and... good... That's why I made that noise..."
"Hng... I see. It felt good, huh...?"
As I shyly explained, she gave a lewd smile and gripped my dick again. She stroked rhythmically, and my cock twitched in pleasure. Feeling it swell in her hand, she smiled in satisfaction, then looked up with a sultry grin.
"Want ma'am to make it feel even better? You've made me feel so good all this time♥"
"Ah. Ung... It keeps tingling..."
"Mm♥ That's the sign you're feeling good. Ma'am felt the same, so don't tense up. Alright... now for the real thing..."
Her face flushed with excitement, Cecilia brought her face right up to my dick. With it poised at her lips, she swept her soft orange hair back. Then, with a bitch-in-heat expression, she half-lidded her eyes.
"I'll suck out Raoul's milk for you?"
"S-suck? Ma'am, that's dirty...!"
I pretended to panic, and Cecilia, mouth agape, pulled back slightly and smacked her lips.
"It's not. If you're worried, just wash it clean from now on. Don't you want to feel good, Raoul?"
"But it's where pee comes from... I mean..."
"...Hng. I'm doing this for you, and you're refusing? After drinking all my milk so freely..."
She looked up at me with a pouty, spoiled expression—like a girlfriend whining—and teased my dick with her fingers.
"I-I'd like that, but... I thought you might hate it..."
"I wouldn't."
As I hemmed and hawed uncertainly, Cecilia smiled at me and parted her plump lips with a wet smack.
"I want to drink Raoul's milk too♥"
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"Aahn~♥"
Cecilia let out a sweet moan, deliberately teasing me. She opened wide again and engulfed my glans in one go. From her horny bitch vibe earlier, I'd expected her to slurp it greedily—but surprisingly, she didn't. With my glans in her mouth, she barely opened her eyes, lids almost touching. Then, like a nursing baby, she suckled gently, peeling her lip mucosa away bit by bit.
"Mmm... smack. Chuu... Chuuup. Smack♥"
Her eyes half-closed in savoring bliss, she suckled with wet pops, utterly absorbed. It wasn't mere foreplay—it was like relishing a long-lost delicacy. Cherishing something precious. Like eating the single strawberry on a cake. She must've been starving.
The room filled with sticky slurps, and soon her lips glistened with saliva between the mucosa. Overwhelmed by this widow's perverted lust, I stared blankly—until she met my eyes and let out a nasal whine.
"Mmmph♥... Slurp. Schlup... Hnngh."
"Ah... Ma'am... Nng...!"
Our eyes locked, and suddenly Cecilia swirled her tongue inside, gliding it under my glans. Caught off guard, I groaned and twisted my face. She shot me an adorable side-eye, like a longtime lover pranking her boyfriend—cute beyond her years.
Satisfied with my reaction, she resumed suckling my glans with lewd nasal hums.
"Hnnngph...♥ Schlurp. Schluuurp. Smack. Schwup♥"
This perverted milf...!