How Does Brother Namgung Know About Femboy Milking…?
"All right, I'm going to take your top off, so don't be startled—okay?"
While Seol Yuhwa gently wrapped her arms around Im Seowol's shoulders and soothed him, Seol Yuhee slowly undid the front of his upper garment.
"Hoo…"
Helped along by the humid heat of Cheonju—so close to the southernmost tip of the Central Plains—and a pleasant flush of drink, beads of sweat had gathered on Im Seowol's skin, which had grown markedly smoother ever since he began learning the Femboy Divine Art. Under the room's light the sheen of that skin gleamed with a seductive luster.
"My, what pretty breasts."
Seol Yuhwa offered the light praise and, as though caressing a woman's chest, lightly stroked Im Seowol's. Already a faint layer of fat had formed over the gently swelling mounds.
"Breasts? What are you talking about—I'm a man… nghh…?!"
Normally the fatty tissue of the chest, rather than the nipples themselves, is just flesh; being touched there should feel no different from having one's forearm stroked. But the drug the twins had secretly administered to Im Seowol's chest during the drinking bout—the North Sea Ice Palace's exclusive Femboy Breast Development Promoter II—had solved that chronic "problem."
"Ah—Seowol, that just felt good when I touched your chest, didn't it?"
"Th-there's no way… hnnngh…♡"
Exactly like Young Master Namgung's cherished favorite, who would already be dripping love juices from his chastity belt at the mere stroke of a thigh, Im Seowol could not hold back lewd moans from nothing more than a light kneading of the fatty tissue of his chest—nowhere near the nipples.
"Liar. The second I touched them you started panting."
"That's… they've felt strange since earlier…"
Im Seowol's chest was nothing like what he had seen in the mirror that morning. Barely a little over one shichen had passed since the drug was administered, yet the once-flat surface had already begun to swell. And at the tips stood pretty nipples that would not have looked out of place on a woman's celebrated "beautiful breasts," already stiff and erect.
Haa… I want to grow this kid's chest… What kind of face would he make if he woke from the wine and found his breasts bigger than his head…
No. We haven't received permission to go that far.
Their obsession with femboy breasts was truly formidable. Only a few years earlier, the fashion among femboys had been completely flat chests; the slight shift toward gently swelling mounds was largely their doing. Naturally, their skill at developing breasts matched that obsession, and tonight the unlucky recipient of that skill was Im Seowol.
""Slurp, suck…♡""
"What—ngh…?!"
Im Seowol thrashed, trying to push away the twins who had each claimed one of his nipples and begun to suck, but no matter how hard he shoved, the pair did not budge an inch. He quickly realized the attempt was hopeless.
"W-wait… ooh…?! Ah…?!"
Whenever Seol Yuhwa created a vacuum in her mouth and pulled hard on a nipple, Seol Yuhee would gently rub the entire opposite nipple with her tongue.
"Ah, ooh♡ When you suck like that, ohh, ah…♡"
When Seol Yuhee pointed her tongue and pressed firmly into the areola while swirling lightly, Seol Yuhwa would nibble the nipple with the gentlest scrape of her teeth.
"Ahn…♡ Stooop…♡ Really… my chest feels so weird…♡"
Under the twins' coordinated assault on both nipples, as though they were performing a duet, Im Seowol could not last long. His head snapped back and his toes curled tight.
"Nnnngh♡ Hnnngh♡ Hoooooh♡"
And so, with absurd ease, Im Seowol reached a monumental first: his first nipple climax—the kind he would taste more than any other for the rest of his life.
"Haa…… haa……."
Even after half a gak had passed, Im Seowol still lay sprawled on the bed, twitching lightly. The twins settled in beside him.
"Well? Feels good even without using your cock, right?"
"………."
Nod, nod.
To Seol Yuhee's mischievous question, Im Seowol could only flush and bob his head. Because the twins were beautiful, because his sexual knowledge lagged far behind his scholarly learning, because the pleasure of the chest carried far less resistance than that of the anus, and because ever since the chastity belt had been locked on he had had no outlet for the lust that kept building—every condition had aligned. Thus, even while a faint fear of the overwhelming pleasure lingered, Im Seowol could accept the sensations of his chest with little resistance.
That was one of the twins' greatest strengths when it came to seducing and training those they desired—and, conversely, the greatest reason so many innocents, Im Seowol among them, were drawn by the twins' beauty down a road of no return.
Ugh, I can't hold back anymore. Yuhwa, should we just let him lactate today too?
…Haa, fine. Since it's come to this, I want to see him come while we milk him right now as well.
After a brief exchange of glances, the twins put their spur-of-the-moment decision into action at once.
"Seowol-nim, if you try this as well, I think you'll feel even better… shall we?"
What Seol Yuhwa showed him was something like a silver thread.
"This is…?"
Using silver thread in the act between man and woman—and on the chest, no less. No matter how he turned it over, it made no sense, and Im Seowol grew wary. Seeing that, Seol Yuhwa offered a smile that soothed the heart of anyone who looked upon it.
"It's something we use on the chest. It will feel far better than just now."
"Ugh…"
Half expectant, half doubtful under Seol Yuhwa's words, Im Seowol had one arm seized by Seol Yuhee and pressed firmly against her own breast.
"Just a moment ago you felt good once you actually tried it, didn't you? After you experience this too, you might end up saying you wasted half your life without it—?"
The twins took turns playing cold water and hot water, rocking Im Seowol's wavering heart back and forth. After several more exchanges he nodded once more.
"……All right. But… please don't make it hurt…?"
"Hehe, don't worry. Still… if you move you might get hurt, so I'll seal your pressure points…?"
Even though he had finally been persuaded into nodding on his own, Im Seowol remained tense. The twins sealed the points that controlled his limbs, then slowly brought the silver threads toward the breasts each of them had claimed.
"Nngh…?!"
The ultra-fine silver thread slipped in through the tip of the nipple and invaded the interior of the breast. Im Seowol let out a shuddering sound at the eerie sensation.
"Ugh, ah, ah, nngh, nngh…!"
An indescribable, bizarre feeling of the interior of his chest being stirred by an impossibly thin silver filament. After the threads had invaded and churned inside for roughly one gak, Im Seowol felt the insides of his breasts tingle and thrum, then sensed that something had changed—something irreversible.
"There, all done—. You did well. I'll release the points now."
"Hnn, nngh… I-it's really over…? The inside still feels weird… and no matter how I look at it, they've gotten bigger?!"
As Im Seowol fretted over the sudden change while fondling his own chest, Seol Yuhee—who had already moved behind him—pinched the tips of those slightly more swollen breasts between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands and squeezed hard.
"There—♡"
"……Ohooooh—?!"
Squirt— squirt—
The moment his breasts were wrung, Im Seowol sprayed white liquid and his eyes rolled clean back into his head.
"My my, what a cute ahegao♡"
"Ooh, ooh, ohh, ogoooh…♡♡"
Squirt— squirt—
While jetting milk, Im Seowol convulsed from chest through waist all the way to his lower belly. In truth the volume of milk now gushing forth was abnormally large; the twins had poured considerable internal energy into forcing the secretion simply so they could watch the first milking with their own eyes. Had the milk been allowed to accumulate naturally, it would have taken at least three or four days of storage in the breasts to produce this much. Conversely, that meant Im Seowol's body now required milking once every three or four days.
Hehe, the first milking… I really can't hold back…♡
Haa… this is the absolute best…
Moreover, the more they milked him, the more vigorously the already-developed mammary glands would function. Before long he would need to be milked every morning and evening; later still, he would leak milk messily wherever he went unless he was drained at all hours. Wearing breast plugs could prevent the leaking, but the constantly filling milk would eventually swell his chest larger than his head. And after developing the breasts this thoroughly in a single night, a few finger stimulations of the prostate while tormenting the chest would be more than enough to develop that as well—so obvious it hardly needed saying.
…I'm so glad I was born…
I feel the same way…♡
"Ohoooh♡♡ Whyyy♡♡ is milk coming from my chest♡♡"
Squirt—
And so, for a good while longer in that second-floor guest room of the inn, until Im Seowol fainted from the excessive pleasure of his first milking, the twins and Im Seowol alike trembled in their own separate raptures—a little farce of pure delight.