Black Tickets and Overflowing Milk
Yeah, just as I expected. No way we'd fill up on the first sip. While I was checking the number and feeling down about it, Cecil, who had drawn the black paper, spoke up.
"Sha'a-nim... please hug Cecil...."
Her face was flushed like she was drunk. Probably from the alcohol in the chocolate. She giggled "ehehehe" and snuggled into me—her body was scorching hot. The way she clung like a spoiled child was adorable, but we were in the middle of a game. Which meant this was a rules violation.
"Cecil... it's not calling names to command—it's by number."
Cecil rubbed her face against mine, then looked up at me with hazy eyes and whined petulantly.
"Then... can't you just hug me anyway?"
"...Rules are rules, though... Hmm... how about this? I drew number three, so you can ask number three for a hug."
At my words, Cecil wriggled in my arms for a moment before pulling away and grabbing a chocolate. She carefully unwrapped it, popped it into my mouth, and said,
"In that case... number three, please feed Cecil some chocolate."
She opened her tiny mouth wide. The other two just watched me with drunken eyes, not stopping Cecil at all. They stared at my face like they were monitoring whether I'd follow the rules.
In the end, after hesitating, I kissed her. I dug my own grave, I thought, but I hadn't expected Cecil to twist the words like that. The chocolate melted from our body heat and saliva. Mixed with the alcohol leaking from it, her soft tongue brushed mine. With a chup-chup sound, Cecil licked the chocolate—then greedily sucked my tongue into her mouth like she was swallowing it whole, rolling it around. While I floundered in confusion, she kept sucking until the chocolate was gone. Soon enough, it was all licked clean, and Cecil slowly pulled away. Her alcohol-scented breath tickled my nose—a telltale sign she was drunk.
Cecil beamed and sat back down.
"Thank you for the meal, Sha'a-nim."
Could I even call that feeding her? Snapping out of it, I glanced around— all three of them were staring right at me. Did we really need to go this far? What had I done wrong? Somehow, it felt like we shouldn't keep playing.
"Uh... should we call it and go to bed?"
A real man knows when to fold. Even if I hadn't won a single round, there was nothing for it. But it didn't work.
The group shook their heads and snatched the draws from my hand, preparing for the next round.
"We just started—what're you talking about?"
"...Yeah."
"Hehe...."
"...."
Suddenly, the table jolted with a thunk. I thought the train had started and glanced out the window, but it was the same as before—still daytime view.
"What're you waiting for? Draw already."
The others hadn't noticed, apparently, and scolded me for not drawing. ...Was it just my imagination? With no choice, I drew. Praying desperately, I pulled number two. As I chewed my lip, Claudia smirked. She held the black paper.
"Then... I'll take some alcohol mouth-to-mouth. Let's see... number two sounds good."
By luck or whatever, Claudia called my number and said that. No helping it—I took a sip into my mouth. My tongue stung. It was heavy to hold, so I hurried to Claudia, but she grinned mischievously.
"So eager~?"
"...."
To shove the bubbling, stinging alcohol from my mouth into hers, I grabbed her cheeks and kissed her. With gulp-gulp sounds, the booze trickled from my mouth to hers bit by bit. Naturally, I had to swallow some too. As the alcohol in my mouth dwindled, Claudia started slipping her tongue in. The soft, numbing warmth wrapping my tingling tongue felt like it was cooling the heat, so I pressed closer. I caught her puhuhu breath and her scent. In the end, it turned into another kiss, but by now I just went with it. My head was spinning. We'd done more than this before—why get shy over a little kiss now? Looking back, it was ridiculous, but that's how it felt then.
The game continued.
...I still didn't draw the black paper. Cecil, holding it, pondered for a moment, then smiled brightly.
"Cecil wants to drink number one's milk."
"...?"
Blinking, I checked my paper—number one was mine. Something felt off. Sure, not drawing black was bad luck... but why did it keep landing on me? And milk? I revealed I was number one and asked Cecil,
"...Cecil, did you know I was number one?"
She shook her head.
"Cecil didn't know... but if it wasn't Sha'a-nim, Cecil would have canceled...."
So... coincidence? But there was no proof to grill her. I trusted her anyway.
"Fine, whatever—but what's this about milk?"
"The milk... from last time that Cecil drank... Sha'a-nim's milk. Cecil wants to drink that."
At Cecil's slurred mumble, Veronica, who had been dozing with half-lidded eyes, opened them slightly and muttered,
"...Milk?"
"Ah, that was tasty."
"Tasty...?"
Claudia cackled and started recounting the breast enlargement potion incident. Veronica, hearing it, gave me a complicated look. I averted my eyes, and Cecil clung on, sniffling.
"Is it... no good? Cecil drew the black paper...."
"No... it's just... it doesn't come out right now...."
Torn between frustration and relief at not being able to give even if I wanted, Veronica staggered up from her seat, rummaged in her bag, and pulled out a familiar box. The improved breast enlargement potion.
"Perfect... two birds with one stone! Penalty done, and testing it too!"
"W-wait—"
Apparently pissed that I'd tested side effects on her before, Veronica roughly shoved a pill into my mouth. I tried not to swallow, but her fingers rubbed my tongue, melting it fast.
...We haven't even tested it yet....
Soon, my chest started itching, then tightening. My loosened shirt rode up, and my swollen breasts bounced out.
...Damn, effective as ever. Better than the first time, though— a bit bigger than Claudia's, maybe. My lips curled up involuntarily. Veronica snorted at the sight and grabbed them. Her booze-heated fingers dug into the flesh.
"Wh-what're you...?"
"Helping with the penalty~?"
She teased the hidden nipples with her fingers, then dug them out. Ngh...! Soon, stiff peaks met the air. Slick with moisture... milk was still a thing, apparently.
"...It really comes out."
Veronica mumbled blankly, then latched one onto Cecil's mouth. Cecil's hot breath wetted the areola.
"Then... time to do the penalty...."
At Veronica's murmur, Cecil started suckling with a vibrating hum. She slurped greedily, tongue rolling softly like it was delicious. For some reason, her skilled motions made my body twitch.
"Haa...."
I felt the other nipple stiffen on its own. No point calling it buried—it was half-out already. Veronica's fingers dug in and exposed it. Before I could speak, she took it in her mouth.
Slurp... slurp...
And sucked. Unlike Cecil's gentle pulls, she was rough, like venting frustration. But it gave a weird pleasure, so I had to stifle my voice. My drunken, limp body couldn't do much else. My thighs grew slick. Something hard pressed my lower belly. Before I could figure it out, my head lolled back. Claudia appeared upside-down in my vision.
"Leaving me out? Rude~?"
She took a swig and kissed me. Gulp-gulp—booze slid down my throat. When it ran out, it flowed straight into a deep kiss. My head spun wildly. What the hell was happening to me? Thoughts wouldn't connect. Tongue sucked by Claudia, breasts nursed by the other two... something kept rubbing my belly. And hazily... it felt good....
I lost track of time. The sucking on my breasts stopped. With a puha, Claudia's face pulled away. She glanced around, then scooped up Veronica. She was asleep, breathing steadily, mouth wet with milky fluid.
Claudia laid Veronica on the bed and returned. She picked up Cecil—also out cold. The difference? Rock-hard erection. Claudia chuckled, set her on the bed too, and approached me. Staring blankly, my body suddenly floated up.
...But in a very embarrassing position. Legs spread wide, like in that alleyway.
"...Can't you carry me normally?"
"Puhuhu... Sha'a."
"What...?"
Instead of the bed, Claudia carried me to the train window. The outside scenery loomed closer.
"Wh-what're you doing?"
The window reflected the room overlaid on the landscape. Messy table, Veronica and Cecil breathing evenly on the bed. And me—face flushed, panting, huge breasts exposed with milk and bite marks. My expression looked like I was begging for it. Amid my disheveled clothes, Claudia's stiff rod throbbed right at my slit, drooling precum drip, drip.
"...."
My core clenched. Expecting what came next, it quivered wildly, soaking my clothes more. My head overloaded, steam practically rising. I needed to explain to Claudia. It wasn't like that. But... seeing my reflection, words wouldn't come. Had I... always made this face?
The drunken girl's hazy reflection seemed to whisper, Yes.