Episode 38. Starlines
Episode 38. Starlight
Anyway, I arrived at Seyeon's dormitory again today.
As usual, after finishing my routine of meditation, stretching, and so on... the moment finally came.
"So now... want to take your clothes off?"
"......Okay."
Since I was only wearing long underwear, it wouldn't take long to remove.
My fingers, tightly gripping the ends of my sleeves, trembled more than usual today.
I'm not afraid of exposing my chest. Seyeon had playfully forced me to show it during the massage, but anyway, I had accepted it.
But, showing the breast milk coming out is a bit......
"Seyeon, can't I just... go to the bathroom and squeeze it out and come back?"
"Can you do it properly?"
"......"
My mouth immediately shut at Seyeon's one remark, and I slowly took off my clothes.
Just like that, my upper body was left with only a black bra.
As I hesitated for a moment, Seyeon reached out and immediately undid the hooks.
The bra slid down powerlessly onto the bed.
I instinctively tried to cover my chest by wrapping my arms around my shoulders, but realizing it was a meaningless act, I just stayed still.
Seyeon, crouching in front of me, quietly gazed at my chest and marveled.
"Wow......"
"......?"
As she stared intently at my chest as if being sucked in, I poked her cheek weakly with my index finger.
"...Ah, sorry."
Seyeon finally came to her senses and stood up.
Whoosh-
As Seyeon's fingers moved through the air, something flew over and landed on the floor in an instant.
The identity of that something was something I'd often seen in the science lab.
"Seyeon, why do you have a beaker?"
"Just, well......"
Seyeon gave an awkward grin and evaded the answer.
Looking closely, it was a 500-milliliter beaker.
The glass reflected the pure white lamp, emitting light.
Soon, the beaker floated up again and approached close to my chest.
"Want to try squeezing it once?"
"Ah......"
"If you're a bit embarrassed... should I do it for you?"
"No...! I'll try doing it myself first."
Having Seyeon do it would be much more embarrassing.
The beaker was tilted to align with the direction of my nipple so it wouldn't spill if I messed up.
"Hoo......"
First, removing the patch.
I tightly closed my eyes, grabbed the corner with my fingers... and peeled it off in one go.
"Hup......"
My body trembled, and even though I covered my mouth, a moan leaked out.
After being dazed by the pleasure for a moment, my face quickly turned red.
"...During the lactation period, sensations naturally become more sensitive. You don't need to be ashamed."
Seyeon gently admonished me as I closed my eyes feeling shame.
Being told not to be ashamed seemed to make me even more embarrassed.
Anyway, I slowly brought my trembling hand to my chest.
"Haa."
Taking one deep breath.
Carefully, I grabbed my breast.
"Euk."
My mouth clamped shut. Just from grabbing it, a soft, pillowy sensation floated through my mind.
'But, does it just come out if I knead it?'
I had only seen the breast milk that got on the patch; I didn't actually know how to express milk.
I decided to try grabbing it harder, recklessly.
"Ah...!"
A small gasp escaped my mouth. Not because it felt good, but because of the pain.
Did I knead it too hard?
I gradually adjusted the strength and kneaded my breast firmly.
"......"
Despite my efforts, no breast milk went into the beaker.
There was just a tiny droplet hanging from the tip of my nipple.
"Why, why is this happening...?"
"Yubin-ah, this isn't working."
As if her patience was running thin, Seyeon suddenly asked.
"Can I squeeze it for you?"
...Refusing in this situation would be really frustrating.
With mixed feelings, I slowly nodded my head.
"Okay. It must be embarrassing, but thank you for allowing me."
Seyeon said that and knelt down behind me.
'What kind of situation is this really.'
Coming to my female friend's dormitory, completely topless, right before having my breast milk expressed.
I suddenly felt dizzy.
Seyeon's arms wrapped under my armpits and finally reached my chest.
"Hut, huu......"
They must be the same hands.
But it felt like a different, strange sensation compared to when I touched myself.
"It doesn't come out just by squeezing randomly. First, you need to gently massage the outer part. There are mammary glands here."
'Mammary glands...'
I'd never heard of it before, but somehow I felt like I understood what it meant.
Seyeon said that and massaged my entire chest.
Starting with the right side first.
Holding the lower breast with her left hand, she rubbed the outer area in circles with her right hand as if applying lotion.
Every time the flesh was pressed and pushed inward, I felt something strange. It was like my hair was standing on end, or my breath suddenly became hot.
"Huu, ah......"
Seyeon's fingers tapped my upper breast like stepping, tok, tok, continuously. Then, she would gently stroke from top to bottom as if stroking hair, or press firmly on the sides with the edge of her hand. The important thing was that she never touched the areola or nipple.
"Ugh......"
The hand that was on my upper breast moved to the side and pressed firmly, rubbing all the way under my armpit.
'...It's hot, so I must have sweated a lot.'
Would she think it's dirty...? It probably smells too.
But I couldn't ask outright, so I decided to just keep my mouth shut.
Whether the armpit was an important point or not, Seyeon continued to stimulate only that area for a while after.
The more she did, the pillowy sensation I felt earlier gradually expanded like a fog.
"Huuk, ha, hoo......"
Like a mass of steam turning into gas and rising, the sensation of my chest being carefully touched floated up and moistened my head damply. Before I knew it, my gaze was slightly upward.
"Doing this makes the milk gather from the outer breast to the areola."
"Ah, euk, yes, th, that's how it is......"
"...Is it difficult? Just bear with it a little."
Even though I tried to hold back, the lewd sounds kept coming out, making the atmosphere awkward. Seyeon didn't show any expression, but her cheeks were flushed red.
My face was red too. I put both hands on my cheeks to cool the heat as much as possible.
Soon, Seyeon performed the massage again in reverse order. Touching the armpit, stroking down the upper breast, and caressing the skin in circles.
"Aht, ah, huut......"
Without realizing it, my mouth had opened, and I had to close it every time I became conscious.
"This should be enough."
With those words, Seyeon's two hands gradually gathered toward the tip of my breast.
"Aht......"
Every time her fingers got closer to the areola, the sensation became drastically more sensitive.
And so, my breast was grabbed like a baking cream piping tool.
"Once the milk has gathered like this... you need to press firmly up and down on the areola to squeeze it out. The pink area around the nipple."
"Ah, yes......"
"As I said earlier, since your breasts are in a sensitive state, the moment you squeeze..."
"The moment...?"
"You might feel sexual pleasure."
"......"
...I'm prepared.
I already knew it would feel good anyway.
"Okay. Just... squeeze it right away."
First, getting out of this embarrassing situation is the priority. To do that, we need to finish quickly.
"Okay, then......"
Press-
"Huhyack?!"
Instantly, my waist bent sharply and my knees tightly clenched inward. The hand placed on the bed gripped the sheet tightly.
Trickle......
"Ah, huuu......"
As a tingling sensation came from my nipple, I clearly felt something being discharged. The residual pleasure gently swept through my mind.
"Hmm... the color is really pretty."
Seyeon's voice buzzed. I finally lowered my raised head and checked inside the beaker.
There was a small amount of white breast milk mixed with a light yellow color, same as what had been on the patch. Probably enough to fill a bottle cap.
"I'll press a few more times."
"Press, more...?"
"Yeah. It can't all come out with just one press, right?"
Without room for argument, Seyeon firmly grabbed my areola.
"Ahhuuuk...!"
Squeeek......
As the pressure from her hand grew stronger, the breast milk now came out like from a water gun.
It was a sensation I'd never felt before. The sexual arousal rising from the stimulated areola, and the liberating feeling of the thick breast milk that had been tightly packed in my chest streaming out.
Overwhelmed by the violently pounding pleasure in my head, I could only tap my heels against the mattress, pan pan.
Trickle, tok, took......
As if almost all was out, the trickling breast milk gradually turned into droplets and began to fall, tok tok. The milk coming out at the end felt almost thick, to the point of being viscous.
"Haet, hoo, huuuuk......"
My mouth was full of saliva. My eyes were looking at some unknown place. For some reason, I felt a slight throbbing in my lower abdomen.
"Wow, this much came out!"
Seyeon held the beaker in her hand and waved it lightly. The breast milk sloshed and left white traces on the glass surface.
"100 ml on the first day... You won't starve a baby later, Yubin-ah."
"Don't, don't make jokes like that......"
I stuck out my tongue at Seyeon's blatant joke.
'The rumor that girls talk dirtier than boys was true.'
It was a rumor I heard before... seems really accurate.
"So, is it over now......"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"......?"
"We have to squeeze the left breast too."
"Huuuuk......"
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After the left side was also kneaded mecha-kucha and squirted out breast milk.
I was lying sprawled on Seyeon's bed.
My hair was messily tangled, and my whole body was damp with sweat. Especially the lower part felt more sticky.
I don't want to say why that is.
"Sigh."
'But this is better.'
Rather than going to a breast clinic and being examined by a stranger, asking the familiar Seyeon is less psychologically burdensome.
Especially if I thought about moaning from the sensation at the hospital......
'I might just open the clinic window and jump out.'
Anyway, the left and right each produced 100 ml equally, filling a total of 200 milliliters.
Recalling what Seyeon said.
The amount is a lot for the first day, but the more the better, and there's no problem with the color or scent.
Since Seyeon probably isn't a specialist... she must have compared it to her own normal breast milk for inspection?
Her own breast milk.
Meaning, Seyeon's breast milk.
Hmm.......
Hmm.....................................
Some indescribable emotion stirred deep within my heart.
"Yubin-ah! Get up now. We need to wash up and go out."
"Okay."
I abruptly sat up.
Then suddenly, I remembered something that happened at school.
"Ah, right. Seyeon-ah."
"Yeah?"
"I don't think I can come on Saturday."
"Huh, why...?"
Seyeon's voice instantly tinged with panic.
"Eunbyeol said she's hanging out with her friends and asked me to join too."
"......What?"
'Uh.'
Seyeon's expression disappeared.
Literally, just disappeared.
An expression as blank as a white canvas.
Her complexion turned inorganic, like something felt from a photograph or a mannequin. It was as if something intangible was standing in front of me.
With goosebumps rising on my skin in an instant, I unconsciously stepped back.
It felt like the person had changed in an instant.
'What is this...?'
Did I say something wrong?
Why suddenly.
I gulped- swallowed my saliva and continued what I was going to say.
"S, so... she told me to ask you too."
"......"
"If you want to, come hang out......"
"......"
"Personally, I'd like it if you came together......"
I stammered, barely spitting out the words.
And about 5 seconds passed.
"Ah... what, that's what it was?"
Seyeon instantly smiled and giggled, kuk kuk.
"Tell her I'm coming. No, I'll say it myself. Since we're in the same group."
"O, okay......"
"You should've said that from the start, why make me misunderstand."
"Sorry......"
Confused by the rapidly changing atmosphere, I just gave a vague response.
"...But, you know."
"Yeah?"
My voice trembled. I wanted to close my eyes tightly, afraid she might change back to that strange demeanor again.
But what came out of Seyeon's mouth was an unexpected suggestion.
"You, don't have clothes, right."
"Clothes? For clothes, I have my uniform-"
"You're going to go out in your uniform on Saturday?"
"Ah."
I slapped my forehead.
"It's fine when meeting me, but what will the others think if they see you."
"R, right."
"Wait for me after school tomorrow. Let's go look at clothes together."
"Okay......"