The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk
The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk
Hugging noona from behind, I bent forward at the waist, gripping both her breasts hard with my arms and hands to squeeze out the breast milk into the glass bottle.
My dick, pressed between her ass cheeks, dug deep into that tight valley from the intense force, and noona, crushed under my weight, spurted breast milk from both tits at once.
"Aaack! Haaaaah—"
Her fragile moan scattered into the air.
Noona's body trembled violently as breast milk gushed out in streams, filling the glass bottle to the brim—I watched the scene over her shoulder from behind.
The sensation of her soft body shaking in uncontrollable ecstasy transmitted straight to me.
The fact that noona was falling apart because of my actions, the hot warmth and rapid vibrations I felt against me, and the sight of her breast milk filling the glass bottle before my eyes—it all drilled an inexplicable pleasure into me, numbing even my reason.
The result?
Gulp-gulp. The product of that pleasure leaked out from my dick. Seeing noona shaking her ass and soaking the bedsheets, we'd both cum at the same time.
In an instant, the tension melted away, and all strength drained from us.
"......."
"Noona, you okay?"
Like she'd be okay? She came while getting milked.
All I heard was her deep breathing—no reply.
Squish-squish.
I looked down at her breasts still clutched in my hands.
When I eased the pressure from squeezing them so hard, they softly yielded in my grip.
Drops of breast milk beading at the tips of her nipples.
Should I milk her more? But the breast milk had already filled the glass bottle right up to the 500mL mark.
When noona tried milking herself, it barely came out, and it took her three tries to hit 500mL. But somehow, I filled the glass bottle in one go.
Noona's got a ton of breast milk? Or did I just milk her that well?
Curiosity bubbled up, but whatever—milking successful.
Now, let's see if we can get out of the room.
[The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk]
We did the milking. Up till now, noona had done it alone, but this time I helped and squeezed out 500mL in one shot.
So, we should be able to leave now, right?
"Noona, should I milk out more breast milk?"
"Huh? What?"
I knew from my clairvoyance that the glass bottle was about 500mL full, but since I couldn't check the exact measurement line, I asked noona's opinion.
"Did we fill the glass bottle to 500mL? Is it still short?"
"Uh, huh? Oh, yeah? Looks like it's full to 500mL."
"Yeah?"
Still twitching and wriggling her ass against me, she picked up the glass bottle to check the volume.
"Just to be safe, wanna squeeze out a bit more?"
"N-No! You squeezed too hard, noona's boobs hurt! Let's rest a bit, rest a biiit~"
Noona whined and begged me. Guess she used up a ton of energy from her first orgasm. She'd spurted out so much breast milk all at once. She wanted a break.
"Got it, then. Let's rest a sec."
Her body went limp as she leaned into me, and we just stayed like that—neither of us thinking about cleaning up our mess from cumming. I held noona tight, idly kneading her nipples.
Before we knew it, the room started to blur.
"Huh...?"
My vision warped and distorted.
Strength drained from my body, and consciousness faded away.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on my own bed.
What the hell just happened?
Blink-blink.
Not some unfamiliar ceiling—my familiar one.
Pure white wallpaper. The layout I already knew. My room.
I'd returned to where I originally was.
I sat up in the changed air from the hotel room and looked at my hands.
I'd been hugging noona from behind, fondling her spurting tits for breast milk.
What's going on here?
I jumped out of bed, opened the door, and headed to noona's room.
"Yuhyeon-ah!"
Opening noona's door to check if she was there, she called my name from her bed, her face all just-woke-up.
"Noona, you okay? Not hurt anywhere?"
"Yuhyeon-ah, heeeng, I'm fine."
Noona scrunched up her nose, her eyes brimming with tears.
She was startled by suddenly being back home, and relieved to see me—emotions overwhelming her.
"It said 'The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk,' so did me milking noona let us escape?"
"Guess so. I was really freaked out."
Noona had been kidnapped and locked in that weird, cramped hotel room for nearly a week for no damn reason.
She was safely home now, but her face still hadn't adjusted.
"What the hell happened?"
We milked and got out of the room. But how we got out was a mystery too.
It was like waking from a dream—lost consciousness in a flash, and when I opened my eyes, I was right back where I'd been lying.
"A dream? Did we dream it?"
Too vivid for a dream, that week. And noona had the same dream as me. Not a dream.
I looked down at my pants. I'd definitely cum uncontrollably in that room, but my underwear was spotless.
Noona's dolphin pants looked fresh and dry too.
Her clothes were still that no-bra t-shirt, but no stains from leaking breast milk.
"Good thing. We survived, Yuhyeon-ah."
Cha Hye-rin finally smiled faintly. The escape from [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk] was slowly sinking in.
We'd figure out what happened later—first, rest.
It was still 4 a.m. From entering and exiting [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk], only about 2 hours had passed in real time.
"Let's report it to the police."
"Yeah, let's report it to the police."
Wary of getting kidnapped into another weird hotel room, we took a light nap clinging to each other.
We comforted our anxiety by relying on one another, forced down some breakfast, and gazed at the sunlight pouring through the window.
No one came knocking in the dead of night, and we weren't dragged into any strange room.
We decided to report what happened to us and ask for help.
After a quick wash and getting dressed to head out.
"But what do we even say to the police?"
"What do you mean? We report that we were kidnapped and locked in a weird room together. We gotta catch the bastard who took us."
"That's what I mean—how do we explain it?"
"How do you explain what?"
Cha Hye-rin, about to barge into the police station demanding help, stopped at my question.
"We were trapped in [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk]. The only way out was to milk noona's breast milk."
"Right."
"How do we explain that?"
"......."
We don't know where that room is. Don't know who kidnapped us, did what they said and milked the breast milk, but don't know how we escaped either.
Everything about the room was full of questions.
Even the fridge restocking food right on time and the trash bin emptying itself—couldn't explain that realistically.
"By the clock in there, a week passed, but out here it's only been 2 hours. Time was different from reality."
"So what? Because it's different from reality, we weren't trapped there?"
"I mean, will the police even believe us?"
"......."
[The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk]
Unless you're trapped in it yourself, no one would believe it exists, or what happened inside.
"So what do we do?"
"Dunno..."
Nothing had changed in reality.
We shared the memory of being trapped there, but had zero outward proof to show.
"What the fuck? This is so weird."
Cha Hye-rin flopped down in defeat.
Trying to report to the police, our story sounded so insane that all her energy deflated.
Who'd believe this shit?
I stared blankly at the living room clock, then wondered if I had any evidence left and went to my room.
Locked in [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk] for a week, how's there not a single trace left on me?
Looking around my room like that, I spotted something on my desk and freaked the fuck out.
"What? Wh-Why the hell is this here?!"
"What? What's there?"
"Noona, look at this!"
The glass bottle filled with 500mL of breast milk.
It was sitting right on my desk.
"Kyaaaaah—!"
Noona screamed her head off at the sight of the glass bottle.
Her own breast milk from that weird hotel room, bottled up and sitting in the house—what would you think?
She yelped in shock and fell backward, landing flat on her ass.
"Wh-Why is this here?"
"No idea! I just saw it now. Was it here the whole time?"
"Yuhyeon-ah, th-that's it, right? The glass bottle we filled with breast milk in that room."
"Looks like it? Identical."
I carefully picked up the glass bottle with my hand.
Noona's breast milk sloshed inside.
"Kyaaaaah—!"
Maybe reliving the hotel room memories, noona just screamed bloody murder.
The memory of squeezing her tits for milk.
For a total virgin who'd never even been with a guy, let alone given birth, it was way too intense.
"Noona, calm down, calm down. My ears hurt."
"Hwaaaang..."
Covering her chest with both hands, sniffling. I patted noona's shoulder to soothe her.
"L-Let's tell the police uncle. If we show him this, he'll believe us."
"...You think?"
Noona gained some conviction looking at the glass bottle in front of us.
I'd found the evidence—the glass bottle—so we decided to head to the Police Substation like she said.
"......."
But how the hell do I even bring it up?
We'd skipped college classes and come straight to the nearby Police Substation, but standing there with a glass bottle full of noona's breast milk, it was hard to step inside.
Don't I look like a total psycho?
Walking into a police station with a bottle of milky liquid sloshing around, trying to testify about [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk]—how do I even start?
So, last night noona and I were just normally lying in bed at home.
We got locked in a room where you have to milk to get out.
Locked for a week, I milked noona's tits and escaped.
After escaping, only 2 hours passed, and as proof, here's this 500mL bottle of my noona's breast milk?
Objectively, doesn't this sound like the ravings of a perverted, delusional maniac with weird fetishes?
Not like I'm rambling some niche incest erotica I read somewhere.
Even noona, who'd snapped back to sanity after getting right up to the Police Substation, stood there with arms crossed, hemming and hawing.
Her flushed face kept glancing at the glass bottle of her own breast milk.
Guess having her breast milk on full display in a transparent bottle for everyone to see felt like a weird humiliation.
"Noona, just to check—your boobs still leaking breast milk?"
"What?"
"You kept producing it in that room. Wondering if it's still coming out now."
"You psycho, why would I still have breast milk! Th-they're fine."
Just in case, noona went into the women's restroom to try milking. No breast milk from noona's tits anymore.
"Sigh, then if I say this is noona's breast milk, they'll think I'm nuts."
Nuts? Worst case, social suicide.
They'd chew me out for carrying around a bottle of milk babbling nonsense, and I couldn't even argue back.
So what do I say?
Yeah, this is my noona's breast milk for sure.
Noona doesn't produce it anymore, but test the components and it'll prove it's hers.
I swear as her stepbrother.
Sigh, is that how I say it?
Sounds like a total fucking lunatic.