Breast Milk Extraction Experiment
Rain had been falling on Seoul since morning.
21st floor office.
"Ugh. That's all you two have got? Seriously?"
"Ggghaaaahhh!"
"Ah-jin... hhhuuuaaahh!"
An arm-wrestling match was underway — Ban Do-ah versus Secretary Kim and Kang Ah-jin, the two of them teaming up against her.
Both women were putting their full weight into it, but Do-ah just held on with a grin.
"How about a little more, then?"
When Do-ah started pushing in earnest, their arms slowly began to tip.
"Grrrraaahh!"
"N-no way. That's impossible."
Thud.
The match ended with the two of them defeated, of course.
Ban Do-ah hummed a little tune.
"Ahh, what should I have for lunch today, I wonder. What should I eat so everyone hears about how delicious it was?"
It had been an arm-wrestling match with lunch on the line.
Secretary Kim and Kang Ah-jin lay sprawled on the floor, panting hard.
Do-ah grabbed them both and hauled them to their feet.
"Come on, up you get. Up. The day's only just starting."
The office door swung open.
"Good morning."
Uncharacteristically mild in his greeting, Lee Han-seok walked in with Jang Eun-ha.
"Good morning, sir," the employees greeted him.
Han-seok spoke up. "Everyone, gather around a moment, will you?"
Fanning out in front of him stood Jang Eun-ha, Ban Do-ah, Kang Ah-jin, and Secretary Kim. Once they had all gone quiet, their attention fixed on Han-seok, he began.
"Has anyone noticed any obvious changes in your body recently — since receiving a creampie from me? Except Do-ah, that is."
Everyone turned to look at Ban Do-ah.
"None, right?"
"Right," Secretary Kim answered.
Han-seok went on. "Yesterday, right after Do-ah took a creampie, she suddenly started producing a white liquid from her breasts — most likely breast milk."
Secretary Kim and Kang Ah-jin stared openly at Do-ah's chest.
Do-ah said, flushing, "It only came out that once. It's stopped now. I'm fine at the moment, so..."
"We still need to confirm whether it's actually stopped. The way I see it, it's almost certainly a side effect of the EX74. So we've got quite a few experiments to run today."
With that, he glanced at Jang Eun-ha. She cleared her throat delicately and spoke.
"First, we need to determine whether that was a one-off coincidence, or whether it happens every time you receive a creampie — whether it comes out even when you take semen in your mouth, or anywhere else on your body. If milk is being produced, we'll need to collect samples for analysis. And we also need to verify whether it's specific to EX74 semen, or whether it happens with your ordinary semen as well, sir. But if that's the case, it would be far too much for Do-ah to handle alone. My suggestion: the rest of us take turns with you, sir, and only Do-ah services you at the moments of ejaculation. How does that sound?"
Secretary Kim and Kang Ah-jin nodded.
"Well, it can't be helped."
"I'm up for as much as you need."
Do-ah, hands clasped together, spoke up carefully. "I-I'm fine with doing it myself..."
"We need to run the experiments properly," Han-seok said.
"Then I'll start, and keep going as long as I can with you, sir..."
Secretary Kim pushed her glasses up her nose. "You will do no such thing. You're already under enough emotional strain as it is. Ban Do-ah is a colleague of ours at this company. When a colleague is struggling, we can hardly just pretend not to notice."
"But I'm fine..."
"So are we."
Jang Eun-ha laid a hand on Do-ah's shoulder.
Kang Ah-jin said, thoughtlessly, "Aww. I want to lactate too."
Every eye in the room swung to Ah-jin. She looked around guiltily, then flashed a sheepish grin.
"Kidding!"
Jang Eun-ha held up the tripod she was carrying. "Everyone will be filmed today while having sex with you, sir. That way we can review the footage later for anything we might have missed. The recordings will be made on this burner phone and destroyed immediately once the analysis is complete."
Secretary Kim raised her hand. "Then what's the order?"
"Do-ah first, then Secretary Kim, then Ah-jin, then Eun-ha," Han-seok said. "The EX74 hits the 24-hour mark at 2 p.m., so Eun-ha — you're with me after that, on EX69."
"Understood," everyone answered.
"Well, this is going to be a long day. It's ten thirty. Do-ah, you're up first. Come on in."
"Yes, sir."
Do-ah followed Han-seok into his private office.
Clothes lay scattered across the office floor. The phone mounted on the tripod was recording the bed.
Han-seok and Do-ah, both naked, were locked in a kiss. Her arms and legs wrapped tight around him, Do-ah was taking the slow, deep pistoning of his thick cock inside her pussy.
Mid-kiss, she threw her head back and let out a moan. "Haaang."
Han-seok whispered into her ear. "Do-ah. Whose woman are you? Hm?"
"Mmmh-mmh."
Ban Do-ah — short-haired, always in nothing but pants, the tomboy who bossed the other employees around with her strength. That same Do-ah was now whining like a spoiled pet in Han-seok's arms.
He planted a kiss on her cheek. "Say it."
"I already said it yesterday... mmmh."
"Still embarrassed, are you?"
"..."
Han-seok sat up. "Come here and suck it."
He settled back against the bedsheets, and Do-ah rose and burrowed in between his legs. She ran her hands over his firm thighs as she licked up and down his cock. Han-seok brushed the bangs out of her eyes. Do-ah took the head into her mouth and began to move her head.
Knock, knock.
Someone rapped on the open office door. Do-ah started to lift her head, but Han-seok pressed her firmly back down.
"Come in."
The cock slid deep into Do-ah's mouth. Trapped under the strength of his hand, she had no choice but to keep the thick shaft filling it.
Secretary Kim walked in. "Sir."
"Hmm?"
"The weather's all gloomy — would it be all right if we canceled the rest of today's schedule and took a break?"
"Trying to take advantage of me, are you?"
"Yes."
Saliva leaked from the corners of Do-ah's mouth, trailing down the shaft.
"Fine. Take the day."
"Thank you. While we wait, I thought I'd play board games with Dr. Jang and Ah-jin."
"But we'll be wrapping up soon, won't we?"
"Will we? Then I'll just let them know outside, and come back and wait in here, if that's all right?"
"Do whatever you like."
Secretary Kim left. Han-seok released his hand.
"Pwah—!"
Do-ah raised her head, a long strand of drool hanging from her tongue. She wiped her mouth and glared at him.
"What is wrong with you? I almost suffocated!"
"You did well just now."
"..."
"You could have forced yourself up at any point. And instead you just sat there, quietly, with my cock in your mouth."
"Th-that was because you were holding me down! I couldn't get up!"
Do-ah's face flushed red.
"No. If it were you, you could have gotten up. Let's try again. I won't hold you down this time. Take as much of it in your mouth as you can — just like when I pushed you down."
She stared at the cock. At Han-seok's flex, it gave a lively twitch. The anger she'd been nursing a moment ago dissolved into a snort of laughter.
"Pff. What is that? Why is it moving like that? Can you actually move it on your own?"
"Yeah. Come on, hurry up. We finish this and we're done."
Do-ah obediently bent down and took his cock into her mouth again. She began bobbing her head, and bit by bit the shaft slid deeper into her mouth.
"A little more," Han-seok said.
"Mmmph."
"Almost there. A little more. A little more. Good. Now hold it right there for five seconds."
"Uuu-mph?"
"Five. Four. Three. Two—"
Do-ah waited patiently, the cock buried all the way to the back of her throat.
"Two. Two. Two. Two."
"Mmmph!!"
Realizing she'd been tricked, Do-ah pursed her lips tight around the shaft and slowly rose, letting it slide out of her mouth. She glared at Han-seok as she wiped the saliva from her lips.
"Nothing you do surprises me anymore."
"Turn around."
"Tch."
Do-ah got down on all fours, presenting her pussy to Han-seok from behind. Between the peach-flesh folds of her slit, her little hole was already dripping, practically begging to be filled.
Click, clack. Secretary Kim walked in on her high heels.
"You too, Secretary Kim. Clothes off. We're nearly done here."
"Yes, sir."
While Secretary Kim began peeling off her heels one by one, Han-seok gripped his massive cock in one hand and pressed its tip against Do-ah's pussy.
"I'm putting it in."
"Y-yes..."
The thick shaft slid in to the hilt in one long stroke, like a syringe.
"Gghhh—mmh."
Do-ah threw her head back, biting down her moans. It was because Secretary Kim was watching. Han-seok smacked her ass.
"Ahaaang!"
"Good girl."
Undressed now, Secretary Kim set even her glasses on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, settling naturally at Han-seok's side. He moved his hips while slipping an arm around her slim waist. Secretary Kim wanted something from him — and when he brought his lips to hers, she smiled into the kiss.
Kissing Secretary Kim, Han-seok kept pounding into Do-ah's depths.
"Mmmh. Gghh."
The sharp slap of flesh grew more frantic, and Do-ah's moans spilled out. "Aaaaang!"
Every time the cock drove into her, clear arousal gushed and overflowed around it.
Han-seok broke off the kiss. "Could you bring me two plastic cups?"
"Of course."
Beside her glasses on the nightstand sat a stack of clear plastic containers — the ones usually used to collect his semen. Secretary Kim brought back three.
"Ah. Right. We need three."
Han-seok leaned forward, pulling Do-ah's upper body up with him, and seized both her breasts in his hands.
"Arms behind you."
Do-ah folded her arms back behind her spine.
Gripping her breasts, Han-seok began the final round of thrusting. Her ass rocked violently against him.
"You coming?"
"Hhhh— yesss—"
Secretary Kim moved in front of Do-ah, cups in hand.
"Ah—!"
Han-seok stopped his hips. Buried at the midpoint of her depths, the cock began spewing thick ropes of cum.
"Gghhhhuuhh."
As Han-seok emptied himself inside her, Do-ah felt every pulse of it. The ultimate climax swept through her whole body. Secretary Kim held the cups up, right there in front of her, ready to catch the milk.
She was embarrassed to moan out loud. But—
She couldn't hold back. Not anymore. Back in the car, when she'd agreed to become Han-seok's woman and taken his creampie — she wanted that pleasure back, the pleasure she'd felt moaning then. If she could feel that again, then her pride, her dignity — honestly, who needed them?
Every time Han-seok's massive cock ground into her hole, milky fluid sprayed out of her pussy in thick bursts. And finally Do-ah threw her head back and howled like an animal in heat.
"Ahh. Ahhhhaaaang!"
Secretary Kim pressed the cups to both of Do-ah's nipples. Han-seok squeezed her breasts hard.
The instant—
Ssssss.
Thin streams of white breast milk squirted from her pink nipples.
"Hhhuuuhh. Haaaaang!"
Do-ah moaned, and Secretary Kim exhaled hot breath as she caught the milk in the cups. She was utterly aroused — watching the tough, boyish Do-ah, of all people, being milked dry in front of the boss, reduced to a complete female in heat.