Chapter 77
Chapter 77
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: Lucia and the Top-Tier Salon (4)
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I couldn't believe what I was seeing, so I double-checked Lucia's breasts.
The nipples protruded prominently. And at the tips of those nipples, a milky fluid was beading up and trickling down.
Milky? No way?
It was unmistakably breast milk. Breast milk? That was something that absolutely should not be coming from Lucia's chest. She was a virgin, after all.
Just moments ago, when I fondled that place of hers. I even slipped a finger in just a bit.
Through that, I'd confirmed the clear evidence of her virginity with my fingertip—the intact hymen. And yet, breast milk was flowing from such a pure virgin like Lucia.
A miraculous scene of virgin conception—no, virgin lactation—was unfolding right before my eyes.
"Uh... Wh-why... My Lord... Th-this... This isn't...! I-I'm a virgin!!"
Lucia cried out, her face drained of color. I already knew she was a virgin; she didn't need to emphasize it.
Breast milk was something that only came from women who had given birth. So for a pure virgin like Lucia, it was no different from a curse.
I hurriedly checked her status window. The D-grade floating next to Lucia's name was染ing a deep crimson blood-red. The situation had turned serious.
Don't panic. There has to be a reason for this.
And then, as my gaze fell on the table in my view, a sudden memory flashed in my mind.
It was just before the military police captain arrived at this table. To ease the awkwardness a little, Lucia and I had drunk from the drinks and liquor set out on the table.
I had a light whiskey. Lucia definitely had milk.
She probably had a constitution that couldn't handle alcohol well.
But thinking back, it was odd. This was a top-tier salon. Even if they stocked various drinks to suit their guests' tastes, having liquor and milk side by side felt strange.
So I used the system to inspect the now-empty milk bottle that Lucia had drained completely.
A popup window appeared immediately.
Reading the description nearly made my mind go blank. A top-tier erotic salon. They'd said they stocked all sorts of items for guests with every sexual fetish imaginable.
To think they even had something for lactation fetishists.
Lucia had mistaken the potion for milk and chugged it down without a second thought. And as the description said, about 30 minutes had passed since she drank it—the effect was kicking in right on time.
I quickly reassured Lucia, whose eyes were turning pitch black with despair.
"Lucia, don't panic too much. It doesn't seem to be your fault."
I shifted my body slightly to bring the bottle over to her. Fortunately, the paper label on the glass bottle had the description printed on it too.
Lucia read it.
"Use this potion for breastfeeding play? What kind of insane drug is this?!"
Having pinpointed the cause of her virgin lactation, Lucia's eyes calmed down. But she couldn't hold back from muttering at the bottle. She must have been angry at showing such an embarrassing sight in front of me.
Soon, feeling awkward about it, she quickly apologized to me.
"I-I'm sorry... Lord Julian. For making a fool of myself in front of you..."
"I don't mind. More importantly, are you okay?"
Her breasts—now full mammary glands—were still leaking milk nonstop. At least it wasn't gushing out uncontrollably.
The bottle's size... looks about like a modern 500ml PET bottle. So that means roughly that much will come out.
At my observation, Lucia flinched again and covered her chest. Her nipple brushed against her arm in the process.
She shuddered violently.
"Eek?!!"
It was like the reaction to touching an ultra-sensitive clitoris. The potion made the woman's nipples hypersensitive, just as described.
And not only that. Compared to the amount she'd drunk, the milk flow from her nipples was bottlenecked. It seemed to be giving her both pleasure and pain at once.
"Ahh... Why does it hurt here... It stings..."
"Are you really okay, Lucia? Calm down for now. And we can't just stay like this on the sofa—better to head to that bed over there."
"Y-yes... Understood, my Lord."
Whether due to the pain or not, Lucia obediently followed my lead.
Next to the table was a luxurious bed. Plenty big enough for two people to roll around on for a good while. A king-sized setup for orgies and group play.
The two of us climbed onto the bed.
Lucia groaned from the ongoing pain, her face twisted.
"Ugh... This feels weird... Why does it sting so much... Hurt so... Ahh?!!"
The unfamiliar sensation had her squirming again. And her D-grade was still glowing red in the system.
I sensed the danger. But to me, it felt more like an opportunity.
If I play this right, I might be able to bring Lucia fully under my control.
First, I gently guided her to recline against a large pillow. To spare her embarrassment, I covered her lower body with the blanket.
Then I spoke.
"Lucia, it seems we can't just leave you like this. Excuse me for a moment."
With that, I latched my mouth onto her prim pink nipple—the same shade as her hair.
"Haaah!! L-Lord...?"
With my mouth full on her nipple, I couldn't reply. Instead, I focused on what I had in mind.
I slowly suckled the leaking milk from Lucia's breast. Gently swirling my tongue around the nipple.
I could feel the flow strengthen as my tongue created suction.
"Huaa... Huaaang...♡"
The milk tasted sweeter than expected. Warm and smooth like latte, with no fishy aftertaste. I suckled noisily, clearing the blockage in her milk flow.
"Huaaang... My Lord... Th-there... Y-you can't... do that..."
But Lucia couldn't refuse at all. Until just now, the blocked flow must have been painful.
Now, with my help, the pain had eased. And once she adjusted to the sensation, a pleasure beyond simple breast play would take its place.
Sure enough, Lucia's expression flushed with ecstatic pink.
"Uuaaang...♡ Go-good... It feels good...♡ My Lord... Because you're fondling me... It feels so good...♡"
I switched to the other breast. Milk continued to flow steadily from the nipple that had become a full mammary gland.
Savoring the lewd latte, I gently fondled the opposite breast with my hand.
"Huaaah...♡ Good... So good... Hng... Haaang!!"
An amazing reaction. Lucia was melting completely into my touch, moaning sweetly. Her response was as intense as reaching climax from penetration.
The potion's effect must have turned her nipples into pseudo-clitorises.
I paused to speak kindly, not forgetting to detach my mouth.
"Is it better now, Lucia? You seemed to be in pain, so I took the liberty without asking. I recall hearing that un-suckled breasts hurt more when lactating. I only wanted to help, so don't worry about it."
"I-I'm fine... My Lord... It feels even better... when you do it... Haa... Uhaaang..."
Even in this lewd scene, playing the sweet guy worked wonders. Lucia's D-grade jumped straight to A+.
That meant I could indulge my desires fully now. As if reading my mind, Lucia spoke.
"Lord Julian... Your precious part must still ache... Y-you can... use mine to ease your pain too..."
Lucia cupped her breasts with both hands. I understood her intent and nodded.
"Then... there's a good way to ease the pain for both of us."
I reclined her further against the pillow. Then I slid my fully erect cock between her cleavage.
Placing my hands over hers, I began squeezing out the titjob lube—her milk—together.
Her soft, jiggly fat breasts left a little space even when gripped with both hands. I applied pressure, slowly milking out the white streams.
Streams of pure white milk began flowing over Lucia's breasts.
And that flow converged into her cleavage—onto my cock nestled there.
Already aroused to the max, Lucia let out high-pitched moans she couldn't hold back.
"Haht... Ahht... Huaaang... Haa... I'm melting... Haa... My Lord... Lord Julian...♡"
My tyrant was throbbing with excitement too. Her pair of soft mounds with prominent pink nipples. The nonstop white liquid flowing over them was obscenely erotic beyond imagination.
And the thrill of a play impossible in normal circumstances heightened my arousal even more.
I thought lactation play would only be possible with Lillia someday.
The lewd princess Lillia would truly treat me like a baby at her breast in that moment. So Lucia's milk felt a bit different.
Instead, it reeked of pure sexual indulgence, swelling my cock even harder.
"My Lord too... Feel my tits... This valley... My tit... pussy... Haaah...♡"
Her dirty talk was adorably awkward, fitting for a virgin. But seeing her effort to heighten my pleasure was both admirable and cute.
And that seductive expression as she squeezed my cock—it was the face of a woman utterly fallen for me. I couldn't hold back anymore.
I began thrusting between her tit-pussy.
Squish— Squish—
A place that would normally chafe with raw friction without pussy juice. But the white milk served as lube, letting my cock glide smoothly back and forth.
"Haht!! Hng...!! Haaang...♡ Aaang... ♡ Good... So good...♡ Eek!!!"
Lucia's breast sensitivity was maxed out too—her whole body jolted with each thrust. Spurred on, I pistoned faster.
The slickness of milk, different from any lewd juice. Intense pleasure surged through my cock, sending shivers down my spine.
I'd already drunk half her milk supply. As the description said, my sensitivity was far heightened too.
Lucia helped by squeezing harder, intensifying the tit-pussy pressure. Ejaculation was building. The milk seemed mostly spent now.
The slickness was turning sticky. I didn't hold back, unleashing the final sprint into her tit-pussy.
"Uuaaang!! Haaang!! Weird... So weird...!! Good...♡ Go-good... Goooood!!!"
Spurt— Spurt— Spurt—
Finally, thick white semen erupted endlessly from my cock. Aimed right at Lucia's face.
Her face and breasts were drenched in my nonstop cum.
"Haa... Huaaah... Haaah..."
Lucia climaxed at the same time.
Drunk on the thick night-flower scent around her face, she wore a look of utter bliss. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, lapping up heaps of my semen.
An utterly whorish sight unworthy of a virgin. Even after cumming hard, my erection didn't flag.
Lucia reached for a towel to wipe the semen from her body. Then she spread her arms toward me. No words needed—I knew what she wanted.
I pulled her into a tight embrace. She whispered in my ear.
"My Lord... For a sturdy man like you... Tits alone... won't be enough, right?"
Her voice was dripping with sticky seduction. Lucia hugged me even tighter.