Isekai Milf Story - General Store Edition (16): Breakfast Semen Milk
"……………Gulp."
Cecilia swallowed her food, then slowly gripped the mug's handle with her trembling fingers. It was heavier than expected for two fingers, so she slipped all four through and readjusted her hold. With that, she lifted the mug brimming with semen.
The thick, viscous white fluid inside sloshed with the motion.
"Haaah………."
As she brought it to her face, the intense musky scent hit her nose, melting her expression into a dopey haze. She caught me glancing over with rolling eyes and quickly schooled her features. Feigning utmost nonchalance, she began sipping the "milk" from the mug.
"Mmm………. Slurp…. Gulp.Slurp.Hrrk……."
The sticky viscosity made obscene glurking sounds midway through each swallow, sounding utterly vulgar. She sidelong-glanced at me while drinking, pretending everything was normal, but her ears burned bright red.
"Glurk……. Gulp.Slrrp…. Puhaaa…………."
Cecilia took a few gulps and pulled the mug away.
"……Ah."
Schlurp…….
As her lips parted from the rim, a long, cheese-like strand of semen stretched between them. It dangled precariously, about to drop from gravity, but Cecilia—mindful not to soil the table or her clothes—pursed her lips into an O and sucked it up in a hurry.
"Slurp.Slorp………. Gulp."
The strand, stretched like noodles, slurped back into her mouth via suction. I could only marvel inwardly at the depraved sight: Whoa….
Cecilia shuddered too, her shoulders twitching from the act of slurping semen like food. She snapped back to normal when she noticed me watching.
"Mmm…. Almost stained my clothes there…. Oh, and here too……."
A remnant strand clung straight to the mug's side, trickling down. Spotting it, she lowered her head, pressed her tongue flat against it, and lapped up the dripping milk from the bottom.
"Lick…. Mmm……. Gulp."
She steadily scooped it up, the gathered glob sliding along her tongue into her mouth. Watching, I put on a slightly tense face and asked Cecilia,
"Um…. Is today's… tasty?"
"Huh? Oh, mm-hmm."
"……Really? I mean, you didn't touch it at first during breakfast, so……."
I fidgeted my fingers, peeking at her with a hint of anxiety.
"I thought maybe you were forcing it down because of me……."
"Ah, no? Raoul's milk is delicious?? Look, see?"
Cecilia tapped the table to draw my gaze from my dejected slump. As I looked, she flicked her tongue out like a cat lapping milk, cleaning the semen foam from her lips. Her refreshed expression was straight out of a milk ad.
"Mmm~ So good. I just had some auntie thoughts at first and held off. Was thinking about work. Anyway, the milk Raoul made is super fresh……. Today's is extra thick………. Sweet…… delicious……."
"R-Really? Phew, good……. I must've misunderstood. Sorry……."
"Hehe……. Raoul, you're such a scaredy-cat. Otherwise…. why would I keep drinking it, hmm?"
"R-Right?"
Cecilia blushed faintly, flashing me a sweet smile before pressing the mug back to her lips. The first sip was the hardest; after that, it was smooth sailing. She ate her meal normally with me, swallowing food from her plate and quenching her thirst with casual mugs of fresh milk, letting the glug-glug gulps echo freely. Midway, to keep the semen from clumping, she'd grip the mug from above and swirl it with wrist snaps, loosening any stuck bits.
Her cheeks flushed in self-induced trance, mouth slightly agape as she mimicked a bartender—insanely hot. Her killer body was tempting enough, but now she was stacking on fetish fuel. But seriously, did my cum taste different? She's not gagging at all.
…………
The meal's climax hit near the end.
Cecilia propped one elbow on the table, glancing at the slightly open window above like she was advertising "I'm totally normal." "Today's so warm…." she murmured. Sorry, but the unnatural act just made it awkward. Curious why the sudden performance, I peeked over.
She'd glanced at the window while taking a mouthful of milk. Her cheeks bulged slightly—she was holding it in her mouth. No swallow yet. Sure enough, she forked the last soft bread chunk from her plate.
"……Ahh."
Feigning casualness, she popped the bread in, pulling the fork out clean. Then she worked her mouth.
"Mmmph……. Mmm…. Tssrp…."
No normal chewing sounds—just sticky, wet squelches. Her cheeks puffed rhythmically; her tongue was stirring inside. After a bit, satisfied, she finally chewed slowly.
"Nom……. Tssrp…."
Lips sealed, she munched. Peeking at her face, skepticism melted into a dazed, ecstatic bliss. Midway, she thumbed back a white trickle threatening her lips.
"Mmmph……. Tssrp……. Tss.Gulp…."
She chewed awhile longer before swallowing the bread with regret.
"Haa……."
"Cecilia, you must love bread. Looked like you enjoyed it so much…."
Playing dumb, I asked. She slurped the last milky droplets from the mug, smiling at me.
"Yeah… Slurp♥ This bread's amazing…………♥ Raoul's fresh milk made it even better. Mmm. But……."
She crossed her arms lightly, Feigning a lighthearted worry—more playful pondering than anything serious.
"……Normally, I'll milk you myself, so wait for me first, okay?"
"You prefer that?"
"Mmm. Yeah, 'cause fresh-squeezed milk is the best, right…? Even so…."
Cecilia gulped, staring into the empty mug.
"Next time I say, you'll make more for me……?"
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Fun times. Sure, pretending casual normalcy during breakfast didn't spark wild reactions, but it felt like our first proper playful tease. Dipping bread in her mouth like that—who knows, soon she'll use my milk as soup stock for bread-dunking? Seeing her do this stone-cold sober, no common sense tweaks or heavy hypnosis, gave a weird satisfaction.
Cecilia savored the meal, rested briefly, then headed back to the shop for lunch duties. She said I had nothing to do today so relax, but I'm too nice to slack off alone. I headed down the hall connecting shop and home, aiming for the storage room. Quick check on defective stock or inventory counts couldn't hurt. Last time, I caught a couple mismatches and reported them.
Entering the storage room, a sudden dissonance hit—unlike this morning. What? Hunting the source, I spotted a new box in the corner. Definitely not there earlier. Oh yeah, Cecilia had gone out this morning, came back sweaty from work. Only she could've brought it. Curiosity won; I approached to inspect the shop's new goods and opened it.
Clatter—
"…………………………What the hell."
Am I seeing this wrong? The box brimmed with round, translucent rubber sheaths. Condoms, plain as day. Unpackaged, but obvious.
Dazed, I inspected closely: ten per row, ten rows. Exactly 100 condoms, neatly stacked.
100! Dread shook me.
Closer look: each varied slightly in size. Handmade, probably. No condom factories in this world, duh. A few days back, she'd bought weird tree sap…. Rubber tree latex? Other unusual ingredients had piled up too—and yep, the saps were gone.
Cecilia lacked alchemy know-how, so the ingredients vanishing pointed to… that shut-in alchemist who made low-grade potions. Fits: Cecilia commissioned her, maybe helped make them since she was out all morning. Yeah, that tracks.
Seems Cecilia planned for pregnancy before our affair ramped up. Already chugging kimchi soup. Fine by me. She figured sex with me was inevitable—just handle contraception.
Never crossed my mind. I'd assumed free creampies like in pornos or fantasies. Reality bites. When Luis shows, I'll beg her to make internal shots safe.
Click.
Shivering at the prepared 100-pack, I shut the box.
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That night, Cecilia changed into her usual perverted lingerie—black lace tonight—and slipped into bed. I settled beside her; she just pulled up the covers. No action tonight. As discussed before, nights meant muffled sex or risk of Eli hearing, so sometimes we skipped. Once, Eli wandered the hall at night; Cecilia froze mid-blowjob, my cock saliva-drenched in her mouth, trembling silently. Hilarious.
Plus, after milking me enough for a full mug today, she probably figured I'd hit my limit. But I'm already refilled. Infinite stamina rocks.
"……Um, Raoul."
"Yes, Cecilia?"
"Mmm…. Got something to say……."
Lying there, she locked eyes, squirming subtly. Her uncharacteristic hesitation was off.
Wonder what? Then it hit me—the creepy box from storage earlier.