Han Yuu (2)
Han Yuu, the manager, had me pinned against one wall, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She panted as if she had no idea what to do next, her crimson eyes hazy with desire.
"Manager...?"
Long ears poked out from either side of her hair, peach-colored horns curved gracefully from her head, and a single tail swayed behind her back. Shockingly, the manager was a youkai. The revelation hit even harder because we'd spent the last two years working side by side every day.
"Han Jun-ssi, you were always curious about how I make that cafe latte every morning, weren't you?"
But whether I was stunned or not, it seemed the manager's reason had already flown out the window. Just like when Miho first pounced on me, she stared at me with laser focus, utterly oblivious to everything else.
"Manager, calm down first..."
Still, hoping against hope that words might get through, I raised my hands to hold her off. Instead, she flashed a wicked smile and pressed her chest against my palms.
Huge, soft breasts molded perfectly to my hands. Those breasts I'd instinctively stared at whenever she ran or moved around—they were far softer and wetter than I'd ever imagined.
Huh...? Wet?
Puzzled, I glanced down at my hands. White liquid dripped from my palms, and a rich, nutty aroma teased my nose. In that instant, I pieced together what she meant by "cafe latte."
"Figured it out, Han Jun-ssi?"
She giggled, then slowly unbuttoned her white blouse. Button by button, she revealed the creamy skin beneath—her collarbone, the dip of her waist. Every inch demanded attention, but nothing compared to her breasts. They swelled out in perfect teardrop shapes, pink nipples dripping white milk in steady drops.
"Han Jun-ssi... Every morning when I see you, my breasts start throbbing like this. So I've been sneaking off to the storage room every day to milk myself."
She whispered it like a confession of sin.
"I was so jealous, so envious of you. I knew it was wrong, but my heart raced so much... One day, I started playing this awful prank on you."
She lifted one breast demonstratively, caressing it slowly before sliding a slender finger toward the nipple.
"Like this... mmph..."
She circled the bumpy areola, then pressed firmly on the stiff nipple. Milk squirted out faster.
"I mixed my milk into your drink and lied, calling it cafe latte. Aren't I just pathetic, Han Jun-ssi?"
She smiled sadly.
"Coming to work braless every morning, getting aroused just looking at you. I disgusted myself... But you know."
She grabbed my hand. Her slim wrist belied tremendous strength as she guided my fingers.
"Every morning, watching you drink the milk I squeezed and smile so brightly, saying thanks... I just couldn't stop."
She placed my index finger right on her nipple tip. It was rock-hard; the slightest brush made beads of milk well up.
"Hnng. But still... I was pathetic and dirty, but you tempted me too, Han Jun-ssi."
She licked her lips, gazing at me with a sultry, adult smile.
"Pretending to be all innocent and sweet, treating even a woman like me so kindly. Calling me 'Manager' and following me around like a puppy. How could I hold back?"
She leaned in slowly, pressing me harder against the wall, guiding my hand back to her breast. Then her lips met mine.
At first, it was a gentle press, savoring my mouth. But soon she sucked on my lips with wet smacks, slipping her tongue inside.
"Mmm... beee."
Our breaths mingled hot and close; the flawless kiss made my body tremble. My hands twitched involuntarily, sinking into soft flesh as warm liquid spread.
She ravaged my mouth for a while before pulling back. As I gasped for air, she stared intently and murmured again.
"See? You're the one tempting me like this, Han Jun-ssi... So..."
Her hand trailed downward over my stomach, lingering at my waistband.
"This is partly your fault too... So just forgive me this once."
She unzipped me and gently stroked my glans.
"Ugh...?!"
Pre-cum leaked out, but her rough touch still made me shudder. Noticing, she cupped her other breast—the one my hand hadn't reached—and squeezed. Drip. Drip. Drip. Milk pooled in her palm; she smeared it over my tip.
"How's that...? Feels good now, right?"
Her crimson eyes locked on mine as her fingers danced—stroking the shaft, flicking the frenulum. Testing my reactions, she soon found the spots and stroked up and down with expert rhythm.
Pinned to the wall, I surrendered to her handjob.
"Feeling good, Han Jun-ssi?"
She whispered, eyes sparkling. I nodded silently. Delighted, she smiled warmly.
"Then I'll milk you dry... So you milk me too."
She rocked her body, her massive breasts jiggling. Captivated, I reached out and gripped them.
Escaping this was impossible anyway. My necklace had come loose once before; there was no stopping her now. Miho had chased me even while nosebleeding. At least I still wore the necklace this time—she'd snap out of it after a few rounds.
So all I could do was give her as much pleasure as possible. Steeling myself, I kneaded her breasts. They yielded under my grip, soft and heavy.
She panted with approval, her hand working my cock faster.
"...Han Jun-ssi."
She murmured my name, eyes glazing over. Fighting the tingling pleasure in my head, I sought her sensitive spots. Nipples. She loved gentle circles around the areola, then firm presses to squirt milk.
I pinched and teased, milk leaking over my fingers and splattering my shaft.
"Hnng... Han Jun-ssi."
Soon we stared into each other's eyes, fingers flying to heighten the ecstasy.
It built fast.
"Manager, I'm about to..."
I gasped a warning. "Yes... let it all out," she cooed, cupping my glans fully in her palm.
"Ugh!"
Her milk-slick hand sent me over; I erupted. My back arched, body rigid, fingers clamping her nipple instinctively.
"Haaah!"
She shuddered violently, milk spraying from her nipple—some landing in my mouth. Incredibly nutty and sweet, just like my morning cafe lattes.
"Manager, are you okay now...?"
She seemed spent; maybe reason had returned? But her crimson eyes flashed hungrily before I finished speaking. Clearly, not yet.
"Haa, haa."
Her hands went to her jeans, tugging them down—but excitement made them stick. Frowning, she ripped them off with a shrrrip.
"Han Jun-ssi."
Her panties followed. Neatly trimmed ash-gray pubic hair framed a pussy dripping arousal.
"Sorry, I'm sorry... But please indulge my selfishness just once more."
She gripped my shoulders, easing me to the floor. She yanked off my pants and straddled me.
"Haa... haa..."
Panting, hands braced on the wall, she ground her hips teasingly. Gripping my cock, she aligned it and sank down.
"Guuh...?!"
Her soft, warm walls writhed welcomingly around my glans. They rippled back plushly until I hit a barrier.
"...Sorry, but I don't think I can stop anymore."
Sad smile lingering, she dropped her hips. The membrane tore; I plunged deep, piercing her core.
Her pussy was intensely textured like her bumpy areolas, yet hugged me cozy as her breasts. It short-circuited my brain with electric pleasure.
We both gasped. Motionless atop me, walls clenching, she finally met my eyes and began to move.
Squelch—squelch. Lewd wet sounds echoed. Hands on the wall, she rode me like a millstone, hips slamming down.
Her movements were so vigorous her breasts bounced wildly, spraying milk across my face. It blurred my vision, but I had to make her cum fast—I grabbed one breast, sucking the other hungrily.
Slurp. I tugged one nipple while vacuuming the one in my mouth.
"Hii... hiiik?!"
Nutty milk flooded my mouth; she quivered. Seeing it worked, I grazed it lightly with my teeth.
"Pervert... You're such a pervert, Han Jun-ssi. That's why... I... like this... like this!"
She gasped once, bit her lip, and pounded harder. Squelch—squelch—squelch.
Nutty milk and dizzying pleasure sharpened my senses twice as much as morning caffeine. I thrust up to meet her downward slams, matching her rhythm.
She scowled at my eager response, riding even fiercer.
"Mmph!"
Sucking her breast, I warned I was close. She halted, enveloping me in her cleavage. Milk filled my mouth as I pumped deep inside her.
Spurt... spurt!
We flooded each other, then entered a brief lull. Head clearing, I checked her eyes.
"Manager?"
Unlike before, vitality shone in her crimson gaze. Had she come to her senses? But she stared flustered, then resumed moving slowly.
"...S-sorry!"
Plunge—squelch, plunge—squelch.
Looks like a few more rounds to go. I gave up and sucked her breast, thrusting back into the rhythm.