The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk
The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk
Even though Noona personally milked herself and collected the breast milk, we still couldn't get out.
Wasn't this room called [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk]?
Why can't we leave even after milking?
I sat on a dining chair, staring seriously at the writing on the door as I began pondering deeply.
"Yuhyeon-ah, what are we gonna do? Are we gonna be stuck in this room forever like this?"
Noona's mentality was starting to crack.
Her moist eyes appealed to me with her anxiety.
But that kind of worrying can wait until after something irreversible has already gone down.
It's not like being unable to leave the room is harming us right away, so no need for pointless fretting.
"I thought this was the right way. The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk. Noona, who happens to produce breast milk. And the 500mL glass bottle on the table."
I pondered what was missing from the room's escape condition.
Calmly, like deducing the solution in an escape room game.
"I-I milked out the breast milk, didn't I? It said we'd be able to leave if we milked. Uuugh..."
Looking at Noona, who was totally deflated, I glanced at the glass bottle filled with the breast milk she'd squeezed out.
But then, what do we do with this breast milk? We went to all that trouble to collect it, but we can't leave the room. Should we just stick it back in the fridge?
"......."
Noona, hiding under the blanket and stroking her breasts.
Using my clairvoyance, I peeked inside the blanket at the inside of Noona's T-shirt. Her breasts were swollen and perky.
It hadn't been long since milking, so her nipples were still firm, and her breasts were puffed up.
They look delicious, Noona's breasts. Noona's breasts, and the breast milk she squeezed out—they both looked so damn tasty.
"Noona, so what do we do with the breast milk we collected in this glass bottle? It's useless now, so should we toss it?"
"Huh? Toss it?"
"Putting it back in the fridge will just make it spoil anyway. Better to dump it before it turns and stinks, right?"
"It's a waste..."
Noona had worked so hard to squeeze and collect that breast milk just to get out of the room.
She felt a bit sad about pouring the breast milk she'd gathered down the sink.
"So what else can we do? Drink it? Can I drink it?"
"What? Drink it? You?"
"Yeah."
"Why would you...?"
"It's drinkable."
"Hey, hey, you perv! Th-that's my breast milk, my breast milk! Don't drink it!"
Cha Hye-rin let out a Baek- shriek.
My ears were ringing.
Does she hate the idea of me drinking her breast milk that much?
Her face flushed bright red as she rushed over and snatched the glass bottle off the table.
"You, aren't you embarrassed at all? It's your Noona's breast milk."
Slurp, saliva pooled in my mouth.
Honestly, it might be precisely because it's Noona's breast milk that I wanna drink it even more.
But I couldn't show my dark intentions so blatantly, so I came up with another excuse.
"You never know. Since it's a room we can only leave by milking, maybe the breast milk Noona squeezed has some special power. Like, drinking the breast milk makes you super strong and you can bust the door down or something."
"Don't talk nonsense. How could that be?"
"It's not total nonsense. We're trapped in this nonsensical room, and Noona's inexplicably producing breast milk. So maybe the breast milk she squeezed has some nonsensical effect too?"
"R-really?"
I'd thrown out a random excuse just 'cause I wanted to drink the breast milk, but saying it out loud, it actually sounded kinda logical.
Noona seemed intrigued by the idea that drinking breast milk might make her stronger.
"Th-then just try a little bit."
"Got it. I really don't wanna do this just to get outta this room, but I'll reluctantly take a little sip of Noona's breast milk."
"R-reluctantly. Yeah..."
With Noona's permission like that.
I tilted the glass bottle and let a bit of Noona's breast milk touch my lips.
Eumnya eumnya.
I swirled the breast milk on my tongue, savoring the taste.
Watching me drink her breast milk, Noona covered her breasts with both hands.
She seemed embarrassed that her step-brother was drinking it.
Her cheeks were so hot, they looked like they'd explode if poked.
Nyam nyam, geulgeuk.
The first taste of Noona's breast milk was unfamiliar and sweet. Like high-sugar milk?
Weirdly addictive, even on the first try—the flavor lingered in my chest, making me crave more.
"How is it...?"
"Delicious. Really."
"Really? N-no, I didn't mean the taste, I meant the effect! The effect! Wh-who asked about the taste?"
Cha Hye-rin flailed around and smacked my arm.
Noona's breast milk is freaking delicious.
Putting aside my thoughts on the taste, I checked if there was any effect, like I'd bullshitted earlier.
"......."
For now, my mind felt peaceful, pleasant, satisfied.
Mental and physical stability. Breast milk's the best.
But I couldn't tell if there were any other effects yet.
I mustered some strength and yanked the door handle to test if it'd open.
My strength hadn't gotten any special boost, and the handle didn't budge.
"Maybe I drank too little for the effect to kick in? Gotta drink more."
Right in front of Noona, I gulped down more of her breast milk.
Kkuu, my head feels so refreshingly clear.
Like traveling abroad and finally trying that one must-eat local dish you've been dying for—it hits your taste buds perfectly and exceeds your expectations by 200%. That satisfaction.
But aside from that, no other effects.
Just delicious.
"Nothing happened?"
Noona stared at me with a hollow expression.
"Wanna try some, Noona? Maybe the effect only works if you drink it, not me..."
"No way. Why would I drink my own breast milk? That's weird."
"To get outta the room."
"No. I'm not drinking it."
"Don't throw a tantrum. If you won't drink it, I'll finish it all."
"......."
There was about 200mL of Noona's breast milk left after I drank my fill.
"Ugh, I really don't wanna."
"I didn't wanna drink it either, but I forced it down."
"Don't make me laugh. You were chugging it and loving every second."
"No, that's not true."
I teased her coolly and persuaded her.
In the end, Noona glared at me but reluctantly drank her own breast milk.
After sipping it with a super complicated expression, she checked for any changes in her body.
Then, humiliated, she clenched her fists and pounded my chest.
"Nothing happened, you jerk!"
"Ow, ouch. Why're you hitting me?"
"You told me to drink the breast milk! I drank it 'cause you said to try it!"
"Anyway, it was tasty, right? You drank your own breast milk, Noona? You're one of those people who milks their own breast milk and drinks it, huh?"
"Y-you little shit!"
I took Noona's spicy punches as her eyes welled up with shameful tears.
Then I stopped her and sat on the bed to rest.
Drinking breast milk doesn't work after all.
Even in The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk, chugging the milked breast milk has no special effect?
Our escape attempt failed again, but hey, Noona's breast milk was delicious on the first try, so I'm satisfied.
Cha Hye-rin pouted, rolled herself up in the blanket, and hid inside.
Maybe she's too embarrassed to show her face after feeding her step-brother the breast milk she squeezed herself—and drinking it too.
Cha Hye-rin black history created. Gotta remember this and tease her about it later.
With those mischievous thoughts, I lay down next to Noona and tried to sleep.
No escape method coming to mind right now, so let's cool my head and think again later.
Noona's breast milk taste keeps popping into my mind, complicating things.
Three days later.
Noona, who'd been super pissed, had cooled off.
And I was still agonizing over how to get out of this room.
The biggest problem I'd felt while stuck here:
Spending days and nights crammed in this tiny room with a horny Noona was seriously hard to endure.
Humans' three big urges: appetite, sleep, and sex.
Appetite and sleep are easy to handle, but sex? Not so much.
I've always had a strong sex drive, and I couldn't relieve it in front of Noona, so I snuck into the bathroom and jerked off.
If we stay trapped like this, I'm gonna end up pouncing on Noona eventually.
Living all day in this cramped room with my arousing step-Noona makes my dick keep popping up against my will.
I'd gotten used to acting like it was fine seeing Noona, pretending I didn't see her as a woman, but if she weren't my step-Noona and just some random chick, I'd have jumped her bones already.
Her female scent is too strong. Breast milk leaking everywhere.
In this weird room, breast milk kept coming out periodically, so she kept squeezing it into the glass bottle to check.
The door still wouldn't open, so we discussed what to do with the squeezed breast milk.
Contrary to my suggestion to drink it for strength, Noona got embarrassed about eating someone else's breast milk and dumped the hard-squeezed stuff down the sink.
I already knew drinking it had no effect, so for me—who wanted more of her breast milk—it was just disappointing.
"......."
Today, too, I sat on the desk chair after shoving aside the TV and computer, thinking about escape methods.
Then, I suddenly looked up and recalled why we were trapped in this room.
[The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk]
If someone deliberately locked us in here, their goal must be milking, right?
Who?
Me.
Who on?
Noona.
It was a simple shift in perspective.
A room you can't leave without sex.
The man and woman trapped would have to fuck to escape.
That's the intent of whoever locked them in.
Whether that entity is a god or something god-like.
The man and woman can only leave after sex.
Come to think of it, Noona milked herself, but I didn't milk her.
If Noona could escape by milking alone, there'd be no reason for me to be stuck here too.
Everything in the room has a purpose.
Fridge, kitchen, bathroom—essentials for living.
TV and computer—purely decorative.
Wall clock to tell time.
Glass bottle to collect breast milk.
Noona who produces breast milk.
So what about me?
Am I just decoration in this room?
Nah, can't be.
If I have a role, it's milking Noona's breast milk straight from her breasts.
That's probably what our captor wants.
The reason for trapping a man and woman in a room you can't leave without sex is usually so they fuck and do naughty stuff— for the voyeuristic thrill.
Similarly, trapping them in The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk means the guy milks the girl's breasts while doing naughty stuff.
From the perspective of whatever locked us in, that is.
"Noona, wanna try it?"
"Try what?"
"That."
"What? Why're you beating around the bush?"
How do I explain that I need to milk Noona's breasts myself?
While I agonized over how to convince her, Noona freaked out first, covering her body with her arms and flinching.
"Y-you don't mean that, do you?"
"You figured it out?"
Telepathy? Even without me saying it, did Noona already get that I need to milk her breasts directly?
If so, easy to explain.
"Y-you really wanna do that with me, Noona?"
"Yeah, no choice if we wanna get outta this room. That's the only way left."
"You beast, how can you say that to your Noona? No matter the situation? We're siblings—step-siblings, sure, no blood relation, but still. Suggesting sex with your Noona..."
Noona got on her knees in a defensive stance and backed away from me.
But her arms parted as if resigned, head bowed pitifully, eyes downcast. Her lower lip trembled with shame.
"?"
"?"
I tilted my head. Wait, sex?
"What's up? Y-you're saying we should have sex?"
As I stared at her with puzzled eyes, Noona blinked.