The Unconventional Uses of Syringe and Milk
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*All students, the protagonist, and other appearing characters are adults.*
The front door opened quietly.
Min-gyu stepped inside slowly, head lowered.
Though he hadn’t run, beads of sweat glistened on his bangs and temples.
His shirt was slightly damp, and his breathing carried a strange tension.
“Ah… Master…!”
Song Jiwon, who had been waiting on the sofa, hurried over to him on quick steps.
She took the plastic bag from his hand with both hands and peered inside, her eyes widening slightly.
Milk… and a large syringe.
‘What… is this…?’
The question rose to her throat, but she didn’t voice it.
Her body was already reacting first.
She bent her knees, carefully placed the bag on the small table, then immediately fetched a towel and stood before Min-gyu again.
“Master… you’re sweating so much…”
She gently wiped his cheeks and forehead, then added in a whisper,
“I’ll… help you shower.”
That single sentence held every emotion.
The relief of not being scolded or kicked out, of being allowed to stay in this house.
The joy of wiping her master’s sweat.
And… the privilege of washing his body with her own hands.
All of it was pure happiness to her.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her lips curved upward ever so slightly.
Min-gyu watched her for a moment, then slowly nodded.
“Yeah… let’s wash up, Jiwon.”
With that, he casually pulled off his shirt and removed his pants.
In an instant, his naked body was exposed, underwear and all, while the discarded clothes lay scattered across the floor like a snake shedding its skin.
Jiwon stared at the sight for a while, then slowly knelt on the floor.
Without a word, as if it were the most natural thing, she neatly folded the clothes he had taken off and placed his underwear into a small laundry net.
Then, she carefully raised her hands and slid the thin straps of the dress covering her chest down from her shoulders.
The soft fabric slipped over her shoulders, fully revealing the deep valley between her breasts, before sliding down her waist and pooling at her feet.
She stood quietly atop the fallen dress, still wearing only her underwear, her gaze fixed on Min-gyu’s back.
Her plump breasts were half-spilling out from beneath the thin lace bra, and the sweat-slick curve of her waist emphasized the lewd line leading down to her crotch.
As the dress slid up over her hips, the soft flesh above her thin panties was completely exposed.
Faint sweat stains marked the waistband of her panties.
She quietly lowered her hands and began to slowly remove them.
With one hand she eased the side down while the other pressed beneath her buttocks, carefully peeling the thin fabric away from her skin.
Her movements were shy, yet carried a natural, practiced grace.
But Min-gyu didn’t even turn his head.
He simply turned and walked toward the small table in the living room.
He picked up the plastic bag resting on it without any fuss and headed straight for the bathroom.
Jiwon finally stepped forward to follow him.
That was when he spoke.
“Follow me.”
Jiwon reacted instinctively.
Completely naked, head slightly lowered, she quietly followed behind him.
Beyond the bathroom door came the rustle of the plastic bag,
the soft thud of the plastic milk bottles being set down.
And with it, the premonition that an entirely different kind of night was about to begin slowly crept beneath Song Jiwon’s skin.
Min-gyu turned on the faucet as soon as he entered the bathroom, letting hot water fill the sink.
Steam gradually rose, fogging the mirror, and in that moment he opened the bag and took out three one-liter milk bottles.
“Washing comes later.”
With that, he dropped one milk bottle into the hot water.
Soon the second and third bottles followed, one after another.
The white liquid floated on the surface, gently rippling.
Jiwon stared blankly at the scene with a puzzled expression until Min-gyu spoke again.
“We’re doing something a little different today.
Put your hands on the wall and turn your back to me.
Stick your ass out… toward me.”
“Huh…? Ah… yes, Master…”
Confusion came first, but her heart reacted even faster.
The tension of not knowing what would be done to her.
Yet the submissive pleasure of obeying her master’s words no matter what.
Jiwon quietly lowered her head and stood before the bathroom wall.
Placing both hands against it, she spread her legs slightly and slowly arched her back.
Her spine curved into an elegant arch, her buttocks naturally pushed backward, directly meeting Min-gyu’s gaze.
The pale flesh of her ass spread taut, and between her thighs, her pussy and anus were exposed, glistening and silent.
Min-gyu slowly lowered himself.
Kneeling on one knee until he was at eye level with her hips, he gently spread her buttocks with both hands.
Between the lewdly parted cheeks, her most intimate flesh was revealed.
Her pussy entrance was already half-wet, while her anus remained tightly clenched in tension.
“Hmm… interesting.”
Min-gyu murmured slowly.
“Hard to believe you’re a married woman… your pussy and asshole both have such a pretty color.”
“Aah… that’s embarrassing, Master…”
Jiwon flinched slightly, still pressed against the wall.
But soon she asked in a small whisper,
“But… is it really pretty…?”
Min-gyu smirked, lowering his eyes to slowly examine the spread gap.
“Yeah, it really is.
If I just showed your pussy and asshole like this, no one would doubt you were a teenager.”
“Oh come on… that’s so embarrassing…”
Blushing, Jiwon bent her waist even deeper so Min-gyu could see better.
Her ass lifted higher, and between her slightly parted thighs, the stretched flesh and anus were laid bare.
As if hoping her most shameful parts would be properly displayed to her master, she even gave her hips a small, deliberate shake.
“Still… I’m so happy.
That Master thinks they’re pretty…”
Her voice was the very embodiment of a “bitch” — a mixture of shame and pride, pleasure and humiliation.
Min-gyu remained kneeling, one hand still gently spreading her ass while he brought the fingers of his other hand to his mouth.
He moistened them with saliva, then slowly moved them toward her anus.
His fingers approached her.
Just as he was about to press against her hole, Song Jiwon’s hand instinctively shot backward.
She froze.
Her fingertips nearly touched Min-gyu’s hand, but she quickly regained control and placed both hands back on the wall.
“Aah… I’m sorry, Master…”
Her voice trembled faintly.
“I showered before coming… but still… inside, it’s a little…”
Min-gyu gave no reply to her trailing words.
He simply and quietly began pushing his index finger into her anus.
The first joint.
Then the second.
His moistened finger slowly sank into the tight opening.
“You’re embarrassed because you didn’t do an enema?”
Min-gyu spoke in a low, firm voice.
“That worry will be gone soon.”
With those words, his finger began moving slowly but steadily inside her anus.
In and out.
A little deeper.
A little gentler.
Push.
Slide.
As Min-gyu’s finger probed the warm, wet flesh, Song Jiwon’s body trembled with a small spasm.
“Mmm… mm…”
Short moans escaped her lips.
At first from embarrassment, but soon her body began to respond.
Her hips swayed ever so subtly back and forth in rhythm with his finger.
When she pushed back, he sank deeper; when she moved forward, his finger slipped out smoothly.
After several repetitions, Min-gyu leisurely worked her anus with one hand.
Like a piston, warming her up.
Then suddenly, he pulled his finger out and stood up.
Jiwon, still pressed against the wall, flinched as if disappointed, but Min-gyu said nothing.
He simply walked over to the sink.
He took out the three milk bottles that had been soaking in the hot water and poured them all into a washbasin.
White liquid cascaded down, steam rising as the warm, milky scent filled the bathroom.
Song Jiwon glanced sideways at the sight.
His earlier words slowly resurfaced in her mind.
‘You’re embarrassed because you didn’t do an enema?
That worry will be gone soon.’
And the large syringe she had seen on the table.
All the pieces connected in her head, and she finally understood exactly what Min-gyu intended to do.
The moment she realized it, her buttocks twitched involuntarily.
Soon, that milk would be going inside her.
She knew it.
Still pressed against the wall, Song Jiwon clenched her slightly open anus in tension.
But at that moment, a memory flashed through her mind.
‘Back then… when he gave me an enema with the shower head…’
In the bathroom, led by Min-gyu’s hand, the shower hose removed and inserted into her anus, the stream of water filling her.
The unbearable fullness in her stomach, and finally collapsing onto the bathroom floor as it poured out.
That memory resurfaced, hazy yet vivid in sensation.
The gushing stream.
The water bursting from her anus.
And Min-gyu’s gaze watching it all.
‘Back then… I think I felt good…’
Perhaps she had been longing for something like this ever since.
Without realizing it, Song Jiwon pushed her hips out a little further.
Min-gyu silently placed the washbasin filled with warm milk beneath her buttocks.
Thin steam rose from the surface, her ass hovering just above it.
The milk he had warmed earlier was now perfectly close to body temperature.
Min-gyu slowly dipped the large syringe into the washbasin.
Slurp—
Pulling the plunger with his index and middle fingers, he filled the syringe completely with white milk.
“Relax, Jiwon.”
Min-gyu spoke briefly, then lightly tapped her buttocks twice.
Smack.
Smack.
At the sound, Jiwon flinched and answered,
“Yes… Master… I’ll try to relax as much as I can…”
But Min-gyu tilted his head and asked again.
“You should specify where you’re relaxing.”
Jiwon took a slow breath, both hands still on the wall.
“Haa… I’ll relax my anus as much as possible… Master…”
At her answer, Min-gyu gave a short reply.
“Good.”
Then he carefully pressed the tip of the milk-filled syringe against her anus.
The blunt sensation fit perfectly against her slightly parted hole.
Jiwon held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut.
Slowly, Min-gyu began pressing the plunger.
The warm, smooth milk was pushed gently into her anus.
At first came a cool, foreign sensation, soon replaced by a warm wave that began to swell inside her.
Song Jiwon’s abdomen rose slightly.
Though her mouth remained closed, her breathing grew quietly faster through her nose.
‘Ah… it’s going in… it’s warm… strange…’
Feeling her body slowly being overtaken by the unfamiliar sensation, her eyelids trembled.
Min-gyu’s hand continued to maintain steady pressure, slowly filling her anus to the brim.
Thus, an entire syringe of warm milk slowly entered Song Jiwon’s anus until the very end.
Min-gyu held the syringe tip in place for a moment before speaking quietly.
“I’m going to pull it out now.
Clench as hard as you can.
Don’t let any milk leak.”
With that, he slowly withdrew the syringe.
With a small friction sound, the tip slipped free, and a thin trickle of diluted milk dripped from her anus.
Jiwon reflexively clenched her buttocks inward, tightening her hole.
“Hnn… yes… Master…
I’ll clench as hard as I can…”
With both hands on the wall, she trembled on shaking knees as she held on.
Without a word, Min-gyu returned the empty syringe to the washbasin.
He submerged it deeply in the remaining milk and pulled the plunger again.
White milk filled the empty barrel once more, and preparation was complete.
“Hold on, Jiwon. Clench.”
With the short, firm command, Min-gyu brought the second syringe to her anus.
The moment the tip touched her wet hole, Jiwon’s body flinched instinctively.
“Uun~”
A short breath escaped her, and she tightened her anus with effort.
Once again, smooth, warm milk began flowing into her bowels.
A heavy pressure.
The sensation of her insides expanding and swelling.
Warmth slowly spreading through her organs.
“Ha… haa… Master…
I… my stomach… it feels like milk is filling my bowels…”
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