Jangmak
Jangmak
It felt like her bra was damp, so she slipped her hand inside her clothes to check what it was, and sure enough, it was breast milk.
"......!"
Cha Hye-rin clamped her mouth shut to stifle the scream that was about to burst out in shock.
No, why?
Why was breast milk coming out of her breasts?
The sticky white liquid on her palm was something she definitely recognized.
It was the breast milk she had squeezed out with her stepbrother in [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk].
The nutrient-packed baby food secreted from her breasts.
Having experienced squeezing out breast milk several times to collect it in the glass bottle, she knew exactly what this clear white liquid was the moment she saw it.
But she wasn't a mother with a child.
Realistically, it was impossible for breast milk to come out.
The only time breast milk had come from her was when she was trapped in [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk].
After escaping the room, it had never come out again—until today, right here, when a little leaked out.
Why on earth was breast milk coming out?
Cha Hye-rin couldn't understand it. She was so confused and flustered that she froze in her position, hunching her chest under the desk.
"Has everyone taken their seats? Let's start today's class."
The morning lecture professor entered the lecture hall. Class was proceeding on schedule, but not a single word the professor said registered with Cha Hye-rin.
She was just obsessing over why breast milk had come out of her.
"Everyone, the final exams aren't far off, right? Everything will be from the lecture content, so pay close attention."
Today's lecture material was pretty important.
As the professor said, with finals approaching, she needed to focus on class.
Cha Hye-rin was a diligent student aiming for a scholarship, and she already knew she had to take thorough notes and listen carefully in a class like this.
'It's probably nothing... Let's focus.'
Couldn't a little breast milk leak out sometimes in life?
Though flustered, Cha Hye-rin decided to attend class first and worry about it later.
The other students were all seated and concentrating on the lecture. The professor, seeming in great form today, was delivering one of those rare, crystal-clear lectures.
The kind of high academic fervor and thirst for knowledge you rarely felt in university classes.
As finals neared, everyone's focus ramped up.
She knew full well it was absurd for breast milk to come from the breasts of a virgin college girl, but Cha Hye-rin had been trapped in that weird room and gushed breast milk nonstop.
No need to make a fuss over a little leak—she decided to focus on her studies.
She picked up her pen and jotted down the professor's words in her textbook.
She turned on the recording app on her phone to capture everything the professor said during class.
She was a model student gunning for a scholarship. To get high grades, she had to participate diligently.
But then.
"Eeut..."
Her breasts felt firm again, that heavy, backed-up sensation returning.
Trying to focus on class, she deliberately ignored it. Even if something weird was happening, she was determined to finish this lecture before dealing with it. The content was too crucial to miss.
By concentrating hard, she could somewhat ignore the prickling stabs in her breasts.
"Uuhoo..."
She wriggled her waist and adjusted her chest to find a comfortable position.
Her eyes stayed on the professor delivering the lecture, while her hands busily transcribed what she heard into her textbook and notes.
Her breasts felt full and constricted inside, but she endured it with deep breaths.
"Huu... Huu..."
A razor-thin tension. She barely held out until the class ended.
Her breasts throbbed uncomfortably, like holding back the urge to pee.
"You there, student. Are you feeling unwell? You're sweating a lot."
"Me? Oh, no. I'm fine."
The professor, wrapping up class, noticed Cha Hye-rin and asked if she was okay.
Her expression looked so bad, and she was drenched in cold sweat—anyone would worry.
There was no way she could say breast milk was leaking from her chest, so she shook her head and insisted she was fine.
Once class ended, she finally set down her pen and checked her condition.
"Huhk, what the..."
Her bra was completely soaked. She'd felt sweaty and clammy, but she hadn't realized it was this bad.
Had she really leaked this much breast milk during class?
Her breasts were swollen taut, like they might burst any second.
Just a light press and breast milk would probably squirt out—pushuk, pushuk.
Sensing the crisis, Cha Hye-rin hurriedly stuffed her pen and notes into her bag and stood up.
"Sniff sniff, did you put on perfume?"
"Why?"
"Isn't there a sweet, sugary smell somewhere?"
"A sweet smell?"
The students sitting nearby tilted their heads.
Cha Hye-rin flushed beet red and bolted out of the lecture hall.
Now it was certain.
Breast milk was coming from her breasts.
Ignoring the building pressure to focus on class had left them so full they were about to overflow.
Her nipples ached from desperately holding back the eruption.
Cha Hye-rin wore an embarrassed, distressed expression.
A college girl leaking breast milk on campus—who could she even ask for help?
Her breasts were aching so badly she had no choice but to milk them. The dribbles that had leaked during class while she endured the pain had thoroughly soaked her bra.
"A bathroom where no one can see..."
She resolved to milk herself somewhere deserted.
The absurdity of leaking breast milk without even having a kid was mind-boggling and nose-stuffing, but what could she do?
With her breasts on the verge of exploding, she had to find a spot to relieve this stuffy pressure.
She couldn't milk in public, so she sought out an empty bathroom.
The second-floor women's bathroom in a dim, out-of-the-way building with little sunlight.
Hardly anyone came here.
It had been set up as a rest area and bathroom for female students to relax comfortably.
But the building was so remote, and so few people used it, that most students didn't even know it existed.
She'd used it once before, so she headed there confidently.
The dimly lit hallway was blurry. No sign of people. Confirming no one around, she entered the bathroom, locked the door, and started undressing.
She slipped her cardigan down below her shoulders and draped it over her bag, then tossed off her knit top, revealing a sturdy apricot-colored bra supporting her breasts.
She unhooked the back clasp and slowly slid the shoulder straps down.
"Eueng..."
The damp bra, clinging to her breasts, peeled away, letting a chill brush her skin.
With the bra off, the contours of her leaking breasts were fully exposed.
Cha Hye-rin could see her front in the bathroom mirror.
Her nipples, seemingly twice their usual size, stood rigidly upward. No longer pink, they'd darkened to a deep red from the milk inside, and her milk-stuffed breasts swayed heavily and precariously like water balloons.
The sight of herself right on the verge of spurting milk—it was enough to draw out a moan.
Cha Hye-rin furrowed her delicate brow.
Why was breast milk coming out when this wasn't [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk]?
Frustrated and wronged, but with her breasts aching from the buildup, she had to milk them.
She bent at the waist, cupped both breasts from below, and lifted them.
Facing the sink, she pressed her fingers into her breasts to let the milk flow.
Pushuuuk, pushuk!
Relaxing the chest muscles and increasing hand pressure, suddenly milk burst from her nipples—bang bang!
The angle was slightly upward, and the ejection force so strong that the milk didn't just hit the sink—it splattered across the bathroom mirror.
The breast milk scattered in circles on the mirror, then trickled down with gravity.
It was a shocking scene—spraying breast milk on a public bathroom mirror—but Cha Hye-rin had no time to react.
The stimulation from the eruption was intense.
The sharp tingles from her nipple tips made her exhale deeply as she squeezed her breasts again.
Jiiiiiik—
Not a thin stream, but thick milk splitting into two or three streams.
Unknowingly, Cha Hye-rin thought of Cha Yu-hyeon.
The rush of stimulation and relief as she spurted milk reminded her of when her stepbrother milked her.
She gripped her breasts with both hands and roughly squeezed, unleashing the milk.
That conquered feeling and shame from back then. The guilt and fear of "I shouldn't be doing this with my little brother." And the electric thrill from nipple tip to heart and brain.
Before she knew it, Cha Hye-rin was imagining Cha Yu-hyeon touching and milking her breasts, just like in [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk].
"Haa, Yu, Yu-hyeon!"
She squeezed her breasts while calling her stepbrother's name.
Milk splashed everywhere, lewdly staining the sink with white blotches.
Cha Hye-rin was getting aroused while milking.
"Aang, uuuuu..."
Her legs trembled, strength leaving her hands gripping her breasts.
It would've been so much easier if her stepbrother were here milking her instead, but he wasn't.
So she milked while thinking of him.
The more she thought of Cha Yu-hyeon, the better it felt, the more milk flowed.
"Hek, hek..."
Cha Hye-rin's mouth hung open, tongue lolling out.
The mirror reflected a woman panting like a bitch in heat.
Milk splattered everywhere, and she wore a lewd expression, lost in pleasure.
Droplets from her nipples still trickled down her lower breasts—drip drop—impressively.
No one could see her like this.
A college girl secretly milking in an abandoned bathroom in a forgotten building.
If reported for public indecency or rumored as the campus pervert milk girl, she'd have no defense.
But no one was here, and milking brought a dopamine rush, so Cha Hye-rin gripped her breasts again and squeezed forward.
"Euheung... Yu-hyeon, a little more, squeeze harder, just a bit more."
Calling her brother's name amped up her excitement. She knew she shouldn't, but thinking of him felt too good to resist.
"Hueut, uueung..."
She was moaning while squeezing out the breast milk that had tormented her all class.
Flick.
The light flickered off and on.
"......!"
Startled, Cha Hye-rin's eyes widened like a rabbit's as she looked at the ceiling.
The bathroom light was back on fine.
A momentary blackout...?
Unsure why it flickered, she paused milking in bewilderment when a chilling presence prickled behind her.
"Kyaaak!"
The bathroom mirror reflected the open door—and someone standing there.
Something like a dark shadow.
Cha Hye-rin yelped in terror, covering her leaking breasts with her clothes and hiding in the corner.
"Th-there... Wh-who is it?"
Trembling, she looked up with teary eyes and asked, but the bathroom door was empty.
"......."
The door stood silent and eerie, presence gone.
She cautiously stood from her crouch and scanned around.
The mirror showed only her, milk-splattered self, and peeking into the hallway revealed no one there.