How Does Brother Namgung Know About Outdoor Milking…?
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"This little thing hanging from your nipple… if I pull it out, I think you'll feel so much better…
Shall I pull it out for you―?"
Already half out of his mind from the liquor and the aphrodisiac, Im Seowol's thoughts had been scrambled even further by the devoted service of this adorable attendant, Jin Seoha. The pleasure of being tended so carefully had finished the job.
"Haa… fine… pull it out…"
In the end, Im Seowol gave in with a whatever-happens-happens resignation. Outdoors, with a man he had met only today—a male attendant he had paid for—he allowed the last barrier protecting his chest to be removed.
With that, Im Seowol crossed another line of his own free will, and without realizing it he was already moving exactly as those who meant to corrupt him intended.
"Ehe― then I'll pull it right out―
Don't bite your tongue when it feels good, okay―?"
"W-wait… just a second, I'm not ready ye—nghhoooh…?!"
Jin Seoha already seemed to know how the milk plugs worked. He twisted the plug counterclockwise like unscrewing a bolt and drew it free of the breast.
Pffft―
A sudden tidal wave of pleasure slammed into Im Seowol; he came lightly, like a bitch in heat, and his underclothes grew faintly damp with milky fluid. From the freed nipple, beads of milk welled up one after another.
The silver threads attached to the extracted plug were already soaked; when the attendant lifted it, a white drop of milk slid down the threads. He dangled the plug in front of Im Seowol as if showing off a prize.
"Waa― I didn't think there'd be this much?
At this rate, even if we milk you dry right here, by morning your chest will be back to this size again…?"
"Huuuuh, ahaaah…
I said I wasn't ready…♡"
"Ehehe―
I just wanted to see the look on my guest's face when he feels good―
You'll forgive me, right?"
"…Fine…"
Faced with those sparkling eyes clinging to him, Im Seowol had no choice but to let it slide.
…After all, it had felt terrifyingly good, and Jin Seoha's looks—male or not—were so destructively cute that getting angry was nearly impossible.
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Jin Seoha, currently toying with Im Seowol like a cat with a mouse.
Back when he was still a promising new attendant with a reasonably cute face, he had by chance crossed paths with a certain Young Master Namgung.
The martial arts useful for beauty that the young master taught him refined Jin Seoha's looks even further, and the guests who sought him out began to multiply—men, women, old and young alike.
From then on Jin Seoha stuck to androgynous clothing that would suit the widest possible range of tastes: neither full feminine dress nor masculine, but something in between.
Like the loose top, short skirt, and leggings he was wearing now.
His cute face and gender-ambiguous outfit carried a strangely pure, almost non-courtesan charm—very different from the handsome attendant currently licking Chaehyang's collarbone—and it was working perfectly on Im Seowol.
Using that appearance as his weapon, the attendant carefully gauged which lines he could cross with Im Seowol and which he could not… while steadily expanding the range of what counted as "acceptable."
"Wa― thank you.
Then the other side too―"
Watching Im Seowol avoid his sparkling gaze, a sly little smile curved Jin Seoha's cute face.
"Eut, gently, genntly… ohoooh…♡♡"
Pffft―
As the plug on the other breast came free, the impossibly fine silver threads that had been packing the milk ducts slid out, stimulating every inch of the way—an ecstatic sensation.
Fortunately Im Seowol had braced himself this time, so he managed not to go slack-jawed and tip his head back like an idiot the way he had a moment ago.
"Haa… haaah…♡"
Even so, clenching his teeth did nothing to lower the absolute intensity of the pleasure. For a while he could only pant and ride out the aftershocks of a bitch's climax rolling through his chest.
"Alright―
Then… shall I milk you now―?"
After giving Im Seowol a moment to catch his breath, the attendant took hold of a breast that overflowed just a little when held in one hand—slightly on the smaller side for a pair of heavy tits (C to E cup).
"Eut… wait…!
Now that I think about it… haa… I have to collect the milk… in the milker… and sell it…!"
The two climaxes had cleared a little of the fog in his head. Im Seowol forced his uncooperative body to move and desperately tried to stop the attendant.
For him, the only reason a man like himself was being milked was to make money.
If he abandoned that principle and let himself be milked purely for pleasure, he would cross yet another line in his heart—one that, once crossed, could never be uncrossed.
Im Seowol instinctively understood how serious that was.
But the realization came far too late. The attendant showed no surprise at the sudden change of heart. He simply stroked the side of Im Seowol's breast with slow, sticky affection and began coaxing him in a clinging voice.
"But we'eere already this far…
Your milk will fill right back up after one night's sleep…"
"Nngh… huuk…♡"
Without outright defying the order not to milk him, Jin Seoha kept his touch light, caressing the breast with no real pressure while licking the shell of Im Seowol's ear. For someone with almost no real sexual experience, it was unbearable.
"Hnn… aeut…♡"
Having already been briefed by Chaehyang on Im Seowol's experience and preferences, the attendant carefully avoided the usual tricks he used on similar types of guests—meaning virgin clients—like rubbing his thick cock against their ass to show off. He limited himself strictly to the chest, neck, and ears.
"A night with us is pretty expensive, you knooow…
So since things have already gone this far, the better you feel, the more you get your money's worth―?"
"Haueu… huuuuh…♡"
Every time Jin Seoha's fingertips lightly traced the underside and sides of the breasts—already beaded with sweat from pleasure—delicious shivers raced across Im Seowol's skin. Every time that tongue licked up the rim and shell of his ear, his spine prickled.
"And more than anything… once the milk starts flowing, it'll feel so much better than when the plugs were still in…"
Jin Seoha pressed close, clouding Im Seowol's judgment with caresses tailored exactly to his tastes, dangling the promise of even greater pleasure if he simply gave in.
And at last…
"Hnn…♡ Ah, okay… okay… just don't take it all… only a little…♡"
Of his own free will, Im Seowol compromised with the pleasure of being a bitch.
Haaa… it's not even my money, but I paid a fortune to come here… just this once…
Today was a special case—expensive entertainment on someone else's coin. Something like this would almost certainly never happen again, so there would be no reason to return.
Therefore, just this once, not to pay off debt, but purely for the pleasure.
Even if the attendant was a complete stranger and a man, having his milk drawn by those cute hands would only happen this one time, so it was fine. That was the conclusion Im Seowol reached after bargaining with himself.
What he failed to realize was that a wire once bent becomes far easier to bend again.
Having freely compromised with bitch-pleasure even without coercion, Im Seowol had stepped across the line with his own feet.
And because he had crossed it himself once, from now on he would hand his chest—and his body—over to other people's hands with far less resistance.
Im Seowol himself still believed otherwise, but he was most certainly descending the stairs of corruption one step at a time.
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Watching Im Seowol thrash in pleasure and finally cross that line, Jin Seoha crowed inwardly.
Got him―♡
If I just pull him in a little deeper, he'll definitely come back―?
It looked like ordinary give-and-take, but this cute attendant had a separate goal.
Jin Seoha glanced across the table at Chaehyang, who was locked in a deep kiss.
I couldn't catch that guest, but this big-chested one I absolutely have to make into my regular…!
The mysterious patron who clearly backed Chaehyang—someone the attendants only vaguely knew existed—seemed intent on corrupting Im Seowol the same way.
That method was simple: first let the target blow money freely on the patron's coin until they were hooked on the nightlife, then gradually cut the financial support until they ended up a debt-ridden, pleasure-addicted idiot virgin.
Even Chaehyang across the table had once been an honor student who fretted over every grade; now he was a hollow-headed virgin lost in the red-light district.
Whether Chaehyang or Im Seowol, once they had been snared by an unknown patron they were doomed to fall eventually even if left alone. In that case, why not stand nearby and scoop up the crumbs?
It wasn't even that conscience-pricking a sin. Serving a guest with all one's heart and earning a return visit was simply an attendant's basic duty.
"Alright― then I'll really milk you now―?"
"…Yeah…"
To turn this naive, big-breasted virgin guest into a regular, the attendant smiled brightly and took Im Seowol's chest in his hands.