The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk
The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk
It's already been a week since we got trapped in this small, stuffy hotel room.
The fridge gets automatically restocked with food, and there's a bathroom too, but being cooped up in one place for so long wears you down mentally and clouds your judgment.
When we first got locked in here, Noona was flopping around like a fish fresh out of the ocean, less than an hour off the hook, desperately trying to escape. But now, she seems totally worn out, just feebly twitching like a fish trapped in a tiny tank.
She's always been the cautious type, super skittish, but as her energy drains, she starts leaning on me more, or picking pointless fights to act all dependent.
Who knows what she was mulling over alone, but when I suggest trying something new, she jumps straight to sex.
"Huh? Noona, what'd you just say...?"
"I-it's not like I meant we should have sex together? That's the only thing we haven't tried yet, right?"
Her voice drops to a whisper when she says "sex," all unsure and hesitant.
She glances at me, like she's checking if that's what I was asking.
"Sure, sex could be an option, but this is the Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk, right? Shouldn't we prioritize actual milking first?"
"B-but milking didn't work! Don't you know how much breast milk I collected? Nothing happened."
She pouts her lips all aggrieved, grumbling.
The breast milk that comes out every day.
Whenever her chest felt stuffy, she'd grab the glass bottle and squeeze her breast milk into it. She'd even tried drinking the breast milk, rubbing it on the door, squeezing it out right in front of the door.
She'd tried every embarrassing, humiliating method under the sun.
But still, no escape from the room.
"I haven't tried milking your breasts yet, Noona."
"What?"
"You know, milking. Instead of you grabbing your own breasts and squeezing the breast milk into the glass bottle, how about I milk your breasts and fill it up?"
"What are you even talking about? Why would you milk my breast milk?"
She looks totally confused by what I said at first.
"Noona, you're not trapped in this room alone. I'm stuck here with you. So what's my role supposed to be?"
"Well...? Weren't you just caught up in this while sleeping in the same house as me?"
"Don't make it sound so simple—let's try looking at the situation objectively for once. We're two healthy adults, a guy and a girl, locked together in the Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk. So what do we do?"
"W-we have to milk, right?"
"Who milks who?"
"You milk me? A guy milking a girl? Ah, no. No way! You're not some guy—you're my little brother!"
Noona was answering my questions step by step, then she freaks out and jumps back in shock.
We've been living as step-siblings all this time, consciously avoiding seeing each other as a guy and a girl, so it took her a bit to catch on.
If a guy and a girl get locked in a hotel room like this, something's bound to happen, right?
I've never laid a hand on Noona, and she never let me get touchy either.
That's why the idea of me milking her breasts into the glass bottle never crossed her mind.
"You were the one saying let's have sex earlier? Now I'm not a guy, just your brother? Does sex with your brother even make sense?"
"If we wanna get out of here, we might have no choice but to try s-sex."
"Then me milking your breasts is no big deal either."
"Ah, no, I wasn't seriously saying we should have sex. It's too embarrassing..."
Noona clamps her legs together and drops her gaze to the floor.
Looks like being stuck in here made her brainstorm every weird idea imaginable, including sex with me.
She's mortified, like I caught her in a solo fantasy.
"Good thing, then. If you were ready to go that far with sex, milking should be a piece of cake."
"I didn't say let's have sex! I was just asking if you'd actually do it!"
"Yeah, we'll try milking first, and if that doesn't work, we'll think about sex."
"You're really gonna milk me...?"
"No choice. I'm not thrilled about touching your breasts and squeezing out breast milk either, but with the situation like this, what else can we do?"
"No, you pervert. Then why's your face grinning if you hate it so much!"
Noona lightly punches my chest with her fist.
She glares at me all sharp-like, but it's more embarrassment than anger.
"Feel honored. If it weren't for this mess, I'd never have a reason to touch your breasts, right?"
"You crazy bastard. When did you not steal peeks at Noona's boobs all the time?"
"That's 'cause you walk around without a bra. You're the one terrorizing my eyes."
"Be honest. You got excited looking at Noona's boobs, you pervert!"
"I didn't get excited. I kept telling you to cover up 'cause I didn't wanna see."
We bicker like kids.
I scan the room to confirm nothing's changed, then let out a sigh.
"Fine, just once. Touch my breasts only once. You squeeze out the breast milk and collect it in the glass bottle."
She says it cautiously, kneeling with both hands covering her chest.
Permission for milking.
To escape this room, I'm gonna milk Noona's breast milk myself.
"Huu..."
We exhale nervous, excited breaths and start prepping for the milking.
I clean the 500mL glass bottle spotless and set it on the bed. We both shower in the bathroom, then sit facing each other on the bed.
Skin still damp from the shower.
Quiet hotel room. Two people facing off. An inexplicable tension.
It felt just like the air between shy lovers about to have sex.
"Ready...?"
"Setup's done. But what about the position?"
"Position???"
"I'm asking how we should do the milking. Me in front, or from behind? Whatever's comfy for you, just say."
"Hey! Why ask something like that? Just figure out the milking yourself!"
Noona whips her head to the side.
Too specific for her to think about, huh?
"Then like you ordered, I'll handle it my way?"
"Hey, don't grab too hard. Don't knead it painfully. Be gentle."
"Gentle, got it. Now take off your clothes."
"Huh?"
"Take 'em off. We gotta milk."
How am I supposed to milk if she's blocking her chest with both hands?
I tell her to move the hands covering her breasts first.
"Uh, yeah..."
Noona's wrists twitch as she pulls her hands away from her chest.
The outline of her no-bra breasts shows through the light-colored T-shirt.
Her nipples poke out sharply, sticking forward. She's super tense.
Kneeling and offering her chest to me like this, her huge breasts fill my view completely.
No need for Clairvoyance—I can see exactly what Noona's breasts look like.
Ssuk. They look delicious.
"Want me to take your shirt off?"
"Ah, no. I'll do it."
I reach out to lift her T-shirt, but Noona blocks my hand.
Then she slowly crosses her arms and starts pulling the T-shirt up from her waist.
As the hem catches and rises, her hips come into view, then her lower belly, her navel, her slim waist.
Healthy flesh-toned skin. The T-shirt hem climbs over her abs, up past her solar plexus and ribs, stopping right under her breasts.
"What's wrong?"
"......"
She's hesitating, not wanting to fully show me her breasts, stalling.
Her fingertips tremble as she debates exposing her breasts.
Show me your breasts, Noona, show me.
Lost in anticipation of savoring Noona's breasts, she suddenly yanks the T-shirt back down.
"Ah, why? Why'd you do that?"
"Hey, you—don't look! Don't look at my breasts!"
"Why? I said I'd milk you. So why hide them?"
"I dunno. I don't want to. It's embarrassing. Ah, I'm not showing them."
"Then how am I supposed to do this? You wanna stay in this room forever? It says we can only leave if we milk."
"Cover your eyes. You're staring so intently, it makes me not wanna show. How dare you try to ogle Noona's breasts like that?"
Noona keeps throwing a tantrum right to the end. Wants me to cover my eyes.
"How am I supposed to milk if I can't see?"
"Y-you can touch breasts without looking! Just press on them—that doesn't need seeing!"
"What am I, Han Seok-bong? Grope breasts blind? I'd never milk right."
"You just press on my breasts. I'll hold the glass bottle to them, so you just squeeze out the breast milk."
Noona picks up the glass bottle and mimes pressing it to her breast tip.
If she puts her nipple inside the bottle mouth and I squeeze, the breast milk'll flow right in without spilling.
No need to look at the breasts then. That's her logic.
"Wow, you're so picky."
"You pervert, you're eyeing Noona all lecherously, so I'm on guard."
"I wasn't looking lecherously."
"You were staring right through me."
Noona keeps her hands over her breasts until I cover my eyes with a towel.
I grab a black towel from the bathroom, wrap it tight over my eyes, and tie it.
"Can't see? Really can't see, right?"
"Yeah, can't see a thing. It's stuffy—hurry up and let's get this over with."
Do we really need to go this far? But yeah, a little brother touching his stepsister's breasts isn't okay socially. Gotta account for her being all guarded and hiding them.
Socially, we're not supposed to cross that line. We try our best not to.
But actually, thanks to my Clairvoyance, even with the towel over my eyes, I can see Noona.
This weird power lets me see through clothes, right to her naked body.
It even sees through the towel.
So yeah, I'm looking at Noona right now.
The towel blocks everything else, so it's just her in view.
Feels even better.
"You're really not seeing, right?"
"Ah, I said I can't see."
Hwik hwik—
Noona waves her palm in front of the black towel to check if my vision's really blocked.
Kneeling, leaning forward toward me, waving her hand—it's all in plain view.
I play dumb.
"Then I'll take my clothes off. Stay still."
Noona tells me to hold still and flips her T-shirt up over her head.
She thinks I can't see her, so she's relaxed.
The T-shirt hem rises over her breasts.
Deep folds bunch up over them.
And underneath, those two huge mounds jiggle.
Whoa, fuck.
They're so gorgeous, I almost curse out loud.
Sure, I've snuck peeks at Noona's body with Clairvoyance before.
But I always fought the guilt and tried not to look, and I'd never stared straight-on like this.
Her offering her breasts for me to touch, right in my face—it's wildly erotic, straight out of a fantasy.
Whoa, they jiggle so much. What insane weight.
Noona thinks I can't see her breasts, but I'm devouring them live with Clairvoyance, and that gap in what we know? It's turning me on hard.
The Noona who was so guarded, now blatantly baring her breasts.
That's a huge turn-on point.
"Huu."
Finally fully exposing her breasts, Noona lets out an excited sigh, and watching her, I breathe out hot too.
"H-here. Right here. This is where my breasts are, so press gently."
Noona grabs my hand and places it on her breast.
Chalssak, mullkeong.
My palm hits the breast skin.
The breast dents inward following my fingers' shape.
Jumulruk jumulruk.
Whoa, fuck. Noona's breasts. So this is what they feel like.
Warm and soft.
"Ugh, hey. Don't touch like that."
Noona squirms her waist, ticklish and embarrassed.
But I pretend I see nothing, lightly groping to feel out the shape, so it looks like I'm searching rather than groping—she doesn't pull my hand away.
"Can't see shit, super awkward. This your breast? You sure?"
I keep acting blind and ask.
I squeeze the breast hard, checking if it's right.
"Idiot, can't you tell by touching? Hng..."
Noona's lower lip twitches in massive embarrassment.
Even with my palm clutching her breast, she doesn't resist.
I trail my index finger down to stroke her nipple and areola.
Tok, tok tok.
"So this the nipple?"
Nipple confirmed. The thick tip of her breast vibrates shortly each time I tap it.
"Heyy, yeah, nipple. Stop groping it."
Noona's face screams regret for blindfolding me.
I pinch the nipple between thumb and index, tugging it out.
Whoa, watching the nipple stretch is fun.