The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk

The police officers were bustling in and out of the police substation's main entrance.

A refreshing morning with the sun blazing down.

I'm standing in front of the substation, holding a glass bottle filled with 500mL of noona's breast milk.

From now on, I'm going to go inside and report this astonishing incident to the police.

So, like, last night, I got trapped in The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk with my step-sister. We were locked in there for a whole week, and we got out by milking noona's breasts. But in real-world time, it all happened over just 2 hours.

What do you think? Hard to believe, right? But you have to believe it. Here's the proof—the glass bottle of noona's breast milk we brought out from that weird room.

....

Is this really how I should say it? For real?

"Noona, I don't think this is gonna work."

"Why? What's the problem? We got kidnapped into a weird room and were locked up for a whole week before escaping— we have to tell the police to catch the culprit!"

"The circumstances are way too unrealistic to explain to the police, and it's embarrassing too."

"Embarrassing? We barely escaped with our lives, and that's what you're worried about right now?"

"Then you explain it, noona. I'm not doing it."

I handed the glass bottle I was holding to noona.

The glass bottle sloshing full of breast milk. Cha Hye-rin's expression hardened as she took the bottle I offered.

"......"

"You gonna tell them that stuff came out of your breasts?"

"No, I can't. Don't say that..."

Noona's face visibly flushed red.

She seemed to have just imagined herself personally explaining our ordeal to the police.

"This is my breast milk that my step-brother milked out of me!"

Even if it was a female officer instead of a male one, it'd still be pretty humiliating.

Even if they believed us because of that, it's disappointing— we were supposedly locked in a room for a week, but only 2 hours passed in real time, and our faces look perfectly fine, so it's hard to be convincing.

"I don't think this'll work as evidence. Sure, it's an item from that weird room, but let's look for other proof too. Something the police might actually believe."

"You think...?"

Noona glanced around at the people nearby and quickly hid the glass bottle in her bag.

We'd been trapped in a cramped room for a week and escaped using that ridiculous milking method, so we were panicked, excited, and not in our right minds.

Once we objectively assessed the situation, it wasn't something we could easily tell others.

Step-siblings trapped in a weird room, rubbing and groping each other to milk her breasts. Who'd take that seriously instead of thinking it's some bullshit erotic fantasy?

We searched the house again for anything that could serve as evidence to report to the police.

We found nothing.

[The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk]

I searched the internet portal for the room's name. Just in case someone else had been trapped in a room like that, or if there were any related incidents.

The portal search screen showed an AI response first.

['The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk' can be interpreted in two ways.

'Milking' is sometimes used in adult creative works to describe sexual acts.]

There were other explanations for rooms like 'The Room You Can't Leave Unless You xx', where xx is usually filled with words like sex, kiss, etc., leading to related creative works, but there was no specific content about 'The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk'.

Is that room something only we know about?

We were the only ones trapped and escaped.

Looking at the internet search results, it hit me again that it felt similar to creative works in structure and setup, just like I thought when we were in that room.

So, does that mean we have to interpret what happened to us like it's from a creative work?

According to the cliché, the purpose is to force a guy and girl into doing lewd stuff.

Realistic interpretations or responses didn't matter.

It'd be more constructive to worry about why we got trapped in that room and what happens next.

In creative work clichés, a god-like being usually throws the protagonist and heroine into a 'room you can't leave without sexing it up'. Basically, shut up and fuck.

The story often unfolds after they have sex first.

We didn't do sex—we ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠did milking—so how's it gonna unfold from here?

For now, we made it home safely, and no god-like being has revealed their intentions.

All that's left to us is that one 500mL glass bottle of noona's breast milk.

That'll be a key clue for whatever happens next.

Judging from my knowledge and experience reading a ton of subculture creative works, that glass bottle is a type of Reward Item.

We safely escaped 'The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk', so this is the reward we got.

Drinking it might grant some ability. That's a common cliché in creative works.

"Noona, there's that glass bottle from the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠room, right? Let's drink the breast milk inside."

"Huh???"

Noona flinched in surprise and turned to me.

The glass bottle was currently stored in the fridge to keep the breast milk from spoiling.

"We only brought out that glass bottle from the room. If [The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk] is like something from a creative work, then that glass bottle's gotta be a Reward Item."

"Reward Item?"

"You know what happened to us was something special, noona. Unrealistic, like a story from a creative work."

Noona knew the situation was similar to the 'room you can't leave without sex' cliché.

"This glass bottle's a Reward Item? So drinking the breast milk gives you some special ability?"

"Probably."

"But you drank my breast milk back in the room too, and... nothing happened."

"That was different from now. We're out now. This time, the breast milk is like a reward."

"R-really?"

Noona shrank back her arms in panic at the thought ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of me drinking her breast milk.

Still, the word 'reward' and talk of special abilities sparked a glimmer of expectation as she looked at me.

"I'll just take a little sip. See what happens."

"O-okay. Yeah. Be careful."

It was a glass bottle from that hotel room of unknown origin, filled with the breast milk I squeezed out of noona's breasts.

She told me to be careful in case something bad happened from drinking it.

Noona and I sat at the dining table with the glass bottle in the center.

I stared at the milky white breast milk with a slight yellowish tint inside the glass bottle, then looked up at noona's face.

This is noona's breast milk that I milked out.

The more I focus and stare, the hornier it makes me all over again.

Me milking noona's tits. Fuck, that's so damn hot.

I lowered my gaze to noona's breasts.

Noona was still braless at home. The outline of her massive pair of breasts, nipples, and areolas filled my vision.

"W-what are you looking at?"

Noona raised her hands to cover her breasts. Before I drank her breast milk, staring at her chest made her feel embarrassed, so she pressed down on the protruding nipple area to hide it.

Her breast flesh, pushed by her palm, spread out round like stuffed dumplings in all directions.

Breast milk produced and distributed from those tits? I can't hold back. Gotta drink this.

I immediately grabbed the glass bottle and gulped gulp gulped down the breast milk.

It's sweet as honey.

The soft texture wrapping my tongue and the thick, smooth flow sliding down my throat.

It was delicious. So fucking delicious. A thrilling taste like fireworks exploding next to my head.

Nom nom.

It filled my insides with satisfaction and fullness.

Noona watched me tensely with a flushed face, and I gave her my verdict on the taste.

"Noona's breast milk is honestly delicious."

"D-don't evaluate the taste!!! How is it? You okay?"

Noona asked if anything had changed after drinking the breast milk.

Dunno. It's insanely delicious and makes me feel like I'm flying to heaven with happiness, but no effects yet.

"I'm fine? My body's light, my heart's fluttering, feeling totally great—is that the effect? Wanna try some, noona?"

"What? R-really? It feels that good?"

Noona took the glass bottle from me skeptically and held it in her hand.

Sniff sniff.

She smelled it to check her own breast milk scent and grimaced.

Drinking her own breast milk seemed repulsive. She hesitated with the bottle in hand.

"C'mon, c'mon."

Unable to resist my urging, she took a sip and gulped it down.

Her expression turned subtle.

"I don't feel anything? Is this it? You're not lying?"

"Nah, noona's breast milk is really delicious."

"Hey, you perv! Stop rating the taste and tell me if there's an effect!"

"It worked for me. Yeah, that's what happened."

"Ugh, seriously... I don't feel anything like that."

Having drunk her own breast milk, noona covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"Noona, want more?"

"N-no, I don't!"

"Then I'll have it. It's delicious and makes me feel good."

"Stop drinking! Throw it out! Throw away my breast milk!"

As I kept trying to drink more of noona's breast milk, she reached out to snatch the glass bottle.

I quickly grabbed it and chugged down all the remaining breast milk.

The about 500mL of breast milk all went into my stomach, proudly becoming my nutrients.

"I told you not to drink it! Why'd you drink all my breast milk?"

"You said you didn't want any? Can't just waste what's left. It's too good to throw away."

Slap slap.

Noona smacked my arm and scolded me.

"A-aren't you embarrassed drinking breast milk?! You're not a baby..."

"Noona doesn't have a baby, right? So it's fine if I drink it."

"Argh, that's not what I meant!"

I wonder if she knows how much sexual meaning drinking breast milk carries.

Normally, a baby drinking mom's breast milk is just supplying essential nutrients.

But if a grown adult gives breast milk to another adult, is it lewd or just sharing food?

Anyway, I saw noona's tits up close, milked them myself, and drank it, so of course I'm insanely horny.

The taste is great, but knowing it came from noona's breasts gives it special meaning, y'know?

Noona also seemed to feel some kind of signal from feeding me her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breast milk and was super embarrassed.

Ah, feels good but awkward.

And so I consumed 500mL of noona's breast milk and got smacked hard by her palm in return.

"......"

Noona stopped hitting me.

Belatedly, she raised her arms to cover her own breasts.

While smacking me, her braless tits had been jiggling, so I didn't resist and just enjoyed the shaking view.

"Y-you keep sneaking peeks at noona's breasts? So embarrassing..."

"Nah, they keep jiggling, so my eyes just go there."

"Jeez..."

So, I drank the breast milk that came from those tits?

Smacking my lips, I noticed one change after drinking the breast milk.

Strengthened clairvoyance.

Just now, when I looked at noona's breasts, I could see right through her t-shirt to the raw jiggling without even focusing that hard.