Café Latte 2.
I drove the Bentley to work. The aroma of this morning's café latte still lingered at the tip of my nose. The special café latte made from Section Chief U Mi-young's breast milk was delicious beyond imagination. It had captivated the palate of a former Michelin two-star chef. Should I call it a kind of MSG? That unique fragrance and flavor had moved me deeply.
"Should I reopen a fine dining spot in T-12?" I imagined all sorts of dishes made with Section Chief U Mi-young's milk. The certainty that it would be a massive hit made me burst into laughter without realizing it.
As I passed the Bentley showroom, I spotted the real U Mi-young chatting with Han Areum. Even from a distance, (real) Section Chief U Mi-young's voluptuous figure outshone Han Areum's. Nangryun's description of a body brimming with maternal love fit perfectly.
"Hmm... If there were multiple U Mi-youngs, I'd have plenty of ingredients..."
It was inevitable—I got hard just looking at Section Chief U Mi-young. Every time I saw her, café latte came to mind. It had become a conditioned reflex. Would (real) Section Chief U Mi-young's milk taste the same? My mouth watered.
U Mi-young had her hand on Han Areum's shoulder, smiling warmly like close friends. Han Areum seemed to have let her guard down quite a bit, responding with a soft smile of her own.
Not bad, Section Chief U Mi-young. Your acting skills are top-tier.
Han Areum would come to fully trust U Mi-young, and the betrayal would hit harder than she could imagine. I watched from the car, a satisfied smile on my face. Everything was proceeding according to plan.
Arriving at the office, I entered the president's room, where Jin Sun-mi greeted me as usual. She took my jacket and brought me coffee. Her H-line skirt and neat pink blouse were impeccable. Her movements were flawless, without a single flaw.
She still couldn't speak, but her eyes and gestures expressed her loyalty to me. Just as she was about to crawl under my desk, I raised a hand to stop her.
"That's enough, Agent Jin Sun-mi. I feel like taking it easy today."
She understood me as well as Gu Mirae did—it was fascinating. That meant plenty of dopamine was flooding her brain too.
I stood from the desk and sat on the sofa, beckoning her to my side. She approached silently and sat beside me. I wrapped an arm around her waist and buried my face in the nape of her neck. The faint fragrance from her skin soothed me.
"Agent Jin Sun-mi... do you lactate?"
Section Chief U Mi-young's breast milk lingered in my mind, and the words slipped out. Her body tensed slightly at my low murmur, but it soon relaxed as she nestled deeper into my arms. Slowly, she raised her hands and began unbuttoning her blouse one by one.
With each button undone, her pale skin peeked out. Once all were loose, she slipped the blouse off her shoulders. A light pink lace bra matching the blouse came into view. It compressed her breasts so tightly that they overflowed slightly at the top.
Jin Sun-mi stared straight into my eyes, her gaze asking, Is this okay? I nodded. She reached back slowly and unhooked the bra. The straps loosened, freeing her breasts.
She carefully removed the bra and set it aside on the sofa. Her full breasts were fully exposed. The pink nipples stood erect shyly, smaller than Section Chief U Mi-young's but perfectly shaped and firm. Her skin, white and smooth like marble poured with milk, begged to be touched.
Then it happened. Jin Sun-mi gathered her breasts and—shockingly—latched onto a nipple herself. She began sucking on her own milk.
"!!!"
But of course, no milk came out. She looked at me with a pitiful expression.
"Sad that no milk comes out?"
She nodded faintly. Jin Sun-mi leaned forward, bringing her breast to my face. A mix of faint sweat and rosemary scent wafted from her. I cupped her left breast with my hand. The soft, elastic feel filled my palm. Her hard nipple scraped roughly against it.
"Haa~"
A soft sigh escaped Jin Sun-mi's lips. I brought her right breast to my lips. The moment her nipple touched, her body trembled faintly. Her eyes half-closed, lips parted. I enveloped the cute nipple with my lips and sucked gently. It hardened further, and her hand stroked my hair, signaling for more intensity.
I obliged, sucking deeper.
"Heup..."
Her body arched like a bow. One hand gripped my shoulder, the other pressed my head deeper into her breast. I could feel her pulse quickening. I teased her nipple with my tongue in circles, licking slowly around it before suddenly sucking hard.
These were the breasts of Jin Sun-mi, the office idol admired by every man.
"Haeut..."
Her hair swayed. I gripped her other breast firmly with my left hand. As her heartbeat raced, her breasts quivered more.
"Of course..."
I murmured, releasing her nipple. No milk without a baby, naturally. Jin Sun-mi's eyes widened. Reading my dissatisfaction, she looked lost like a puppy desperate to poop.
"No... it's not your fault. Can't help it if there's no milk. You'd need to have a kid for that."
Her expression showed despair at failing to please me. Panicking, she latched onto the other breast and sucked.
Her desperation was pitiful.
"It's okay, Agent Jin Sun-mi. You can satisfy me in other ways."
Her face brightened at my words. She pressed her breasts more eagerly against me. This time, she gathered both with her hands and lifted them to my face. My face buried between her breasts. The soft, warm sensation enveloped me completely.
She wrapped them around my face and moved them up and down. I felt her body heat and heartbeat from between. Her movements quickened. She was caressing me with her breasts.
I stuck out my tongue between them, licking her skin. Her slender body shuddered violently. She pressed harder, fully enclosing my face. I inhaled deeply. Her scent filled my lungs.
Jin Sun-mi pulled her breasts away and brought one back to my mouth. She closed her eyes as my lips met her nipple, her face one of ecstasy. I sucked hard, focusing my tongue on the tip. Her body stiffened.
Suddenly, she pulled away and knelt before me. She unzipped my pants and freed my cock. Gripping my angry erection, she slipped it between her breasts. My glans was enveloped in softness. Warm. Slightly moist warmth.
Her slender fingers gathered her breasts, fully encasing my cock. She began moving her body slowly up and down. My cock rubbed between them, meltingly soft.
She leaned down, licking my glans each time it emerged. Her tongue tip tickled my urethra, sending shivers through me. Jin Sun-mi's pace quickened. Her breath grew ragged, pupils dilated, nape flushing.
Just fat lumps? No—her breasts were a sacred blessing, comforting and embracing my cock warmly. Her tongue relentlessly teased my urethra.
Jin Sun-mi looked up at me, eyes full of desperation. She wanted my satisfaction. I nodded reassuringly.
"Agent Jin Sun-mi. This feels plenty good."
Her face lit up. She squeezed my cock between her breasts more fiercely, hands pressing until they nearly burst. My cock swelled like it was holding its breath. Sensing it, she compressed harder. Her breasts now fully cradled my shaft.
"Ah... ugh..."
A moan escaped me. The pleasure was electric. Her movements intensified.
"Agent Jin Sun-mi... you're really good at this..."
Her eyes sparkled at the praise. She worked harder. The friction sounds filled the office. Her cleavage was slick with my precum.
"Hahm~"
She took the tip peeking from her cleavage into her mouth. My cock was enveloped in her warm interior. She sucked deep, tongue wrapping my glans. As her suction strengthened, so did my pleasure.
One hand teased under my balls, the other fondled her own breast. Even while sucking me, she stimulated her nipple. Her breasts flushed red.
I grabbed her hair, controlling the rhythm. She matched my pace perfectly. My cock hardened further in her mouth. Feeling it, she sucked harder.
"Agent Jin Sun-mi... now..."
She pulled off and slid me back between her breasts. She squeezed tight and moved fast. The friction peaked. No holding back.
A peerless beauty giving me a paizuri—no way I could last. Spurt, spurt, splurt!
White fluid erupted from my urethra, splattering her neck and chest. Jin Sun-mi kept going, rubbing with her breasts. Soon, her neck and breasts were coated white.
She took my glans back in her mouth, sucking out the remnants. Slurrrp. Her lips enveloped it, drawing every last drop.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Her slender shoulders heaved gently. She released and looked up at me. Her beautiful eyes met mine, lips smeared white. A vulgar sight, yet transcended by her beauty.
She scooped the semen from her chest with her finger and brought it to her mouth. Red lips parted, shy tongue emerging. She licked it clean, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
"Agent Jin Sun-mi, you're incredible."
She smiled at the praise and began putting her blouse back on. Her movements remained graceful. As she buttoned up, she gazed at me, desire still lingering in her eyes.
She sat beside me again, taking my hand. Still warm. She brought her lips to my ear. No sound, but I read her lip movements.
Next time, I'll do even better.
Her eyes held a promise. She kissed my cheek lightly and stood. She returned to the desk and resumed work, as if nothing had happened. Silent, but her actions spoke volumes. Her brain was fully subjugated to me. Betrayal wasn't even in her circuitry.
What would T-12's Jin Sun-mi taste like?
I'd conquered T-16's Jin Sun-mi, but T-12's was different. The image of her flaunting her fluent English and acting smart made me chuckle.
"I'll find a way during the revenge."
Revenge would be cold and slow. My harem would grow richer in the process. Kidnapping T-12 humans to T-16 was one option. Just thinking about it was fun.
Morning sunlight shone on the bed sheets sticky with semen. Gu Mirae slept soundly, head on my arm. I wondered suddenly—what's the difference between a shell and a human? Warm body heat, soft lips, even lightly grinding her teeth in her sleep, dreaming.
A light kiss on her lips made her eyelashes flutter. Eyes still closed, reluctant to wake, she smiled softly. Heart-attack-level cuteness.
Last night, we'd fucked intensely till dawn. Her body was fully mine now. At work, at home.
"What would T-12's Gu Mirae taste like?"
I carefully slipped out of bed without waking her.
Ding—
The moment I stirred, a text came from (real) Section Chief U Mi-young.
Even so, U Mi-young had followed my advice and spared Han Areum. Honoring her request was the right thing. Completing the quest would make her Belphegor's official apostle.
That said, U Mi-young... knowing a demon lurks in her baby's shell...
"Sigh..."
Maternal love is baffling. She gave the address, but I already knew it.
"Yeah... think of it as doing a good deed."
Han Areum's place... I was curious how she lived. I replied to U Mi-young, threw on some clothes. A sweet aroma wafted from the kitchen—Gu Mirae cooking something.