The Moment I Grabbed Auntie Min-jung's Cow Tits, a Sultry Moan Burst from Her Lips... [Milking Auntie Min-jung's Cow Tits][2]
Auntie Min-jung's nipples are a deeper pink than A-young's... Khhhuuuhhh... I want to dive in and suck on them right this second!!!!
No—wait. I want to milk her, milk her!!!! If I milk her, Auntie Min-jung will look at me with the most adorable eyes!!!!
The bare breasts of Kim Min-jung that he had so desperately longed to see—Geum Tae-yang drank them in like a madman, savoring every inch.
In reality, though, his shameless ogling session lasted all of about five seconds. Even in that brief span, Tae-yang spun out every filthy fantasy imaginable, as if time itself had frozen solid.
"It's fine, Auntie~ What matters is that you're comfortable~ You said if you keep your clothes on, the milk just soaks into them~!"
"It's because of your Awakened skill, so there's absolutely no reason for me to think it's weird~!"
When it came to Kim Min-jung, Geum Tae-yang was a true professional. He knew how to keep the filthy chaos locked inside his head where it belonged. Separate from the torrent of lewd thoughts thrashing through his mind, he maintained perfect control over his expression and his mouth. He kept up a steady stream of easy chatter, trying to soothe the raw embarrassment flooding Min-jung at being so completely exposed.
While sorting out her Awakened abilities, Tae-yang had learned about her special skill—breastfeeding. That was why he had come back to her room: to help her express her milk.
"Yeah... it's harder than I expected, Tae-yang... Since the milk is produced by my Awakened ability, I can't control it very well..."
Hearing his casual reassurance, Kim Min-jung felt a little steadier. She took hold of her enormous breast with her right hand, ready to begin milking.
She brought her nipple to the mouth of a plastic water bottle—and squeezed her left breast, swollen heavy with milk.
"Hyaaah...!!!"
A helpless cry tore from her lovely lips.
A thick, vigorous jet of Min-jung's milk shot clean past the bottle's mouth and sprayed straight ahead. It was a strong, healthy stream—so forceful it nearly knocked her upper body back and sent the bottle flying from her left hand.
Uwaaaaaaah!!!! Auntie Min-jung just fired a milk water gun out of her udders!!!!
It was a shocking sight. Absolutely incredible. Tae-yang's eyes and mouth fell wide open at the sheer thrill of it. As someone who watched plenty of adult videos, he had seen milk before—but the stream Min-jung just unleashed was, in his own words, a water gun. The force was so intense her torso tipped slightly backward and the bottle bounced clean out of her grip.
"Hyaauuuhhh... what do I do..."
Despair flooded Kim Min-jung's face. Even she clearly hadn't expected this. For the past two days she had only squeezed a little at a time, just enough to check her condition. This was the first time she had put real strength into it—and the power of her own milk stream shattered her composure completely.
You idiot!! She's completely losing it and you're sitting there enjoying the show!!!!
The sight snapped Tae-yang back to his senses at once.
"It's okay, Auntie~ These things happen~"
He scrambled over, scooped up the water bottle that had been blasted away by the force of her milk, and held it out with an easy, good-natured grin.
"That's exactly why I came~ Just in case~ Here you go, Auntie!"
"It's a mess, isn't it...? Milk all over me... milk everywhere... After three days of buildup I can't control the stream at all, hiiuuuhhh..."
Taking the bottle back, Min-jung's brows drooped into a miserable arc; she looked ready to cry. Exposing her breasts hadn't been the real problem—she had already forgiven him for peeping on her in the shower. But dribbling milk all over her chest and the bed, and splattering it across the floor on top of that, was more than her nerves could handle.
She had sensed that the milk filling her breasts felt unusual. Actually squeezing it out, though, revealed an Awakened ability far beyond anything she had feared.
Khhmm... At that size, even with Auntie Min-jung's build, controlling them with one hand alone would be nearly impossible...
Standing right in front of her as he handed over the bottle, Tae-yang found himself face-to-face with her massive cow udders. He could fully understand how overwhelmed she felt. Her breasts were not only enormous—they were stretched taut to the point of madness, packed solid with three days of unexpressed milk. Detailed one-handed milking under those conditions looked anything but easy.
"You're beautiful like this, Auntie... To me, you look beautiful..."
But that chaos was catnip to a young man starving for a mother's love. Tae-yang told the despairing, tearful Min-jung exactly how he felt, with complete sincerity.
"Don't tease me, Auntie... How is this beautiful... I'm a mess... I'm weird..."
Her voice hitched. The sweet comfort from a boy young enough to be her son only made the sorrow surge harder. She had gained an Awakened ability and wanted nothing more than to help her daughter and the Tae-yang she loved—and instead she looked like this. It felt as if Kim Min-jung couldn't do a single thing right, and the self-reproach rose like a tide. Her eyes reddened further; her voice began to tremble.
"I mean it..."
Having finally worked up the courage to tip his hand about his fetish, Tae-yang felt a twinge of hurt.
"Should I just leave, then? In a situation like this, I don't think I'm being much help to you, Auntie."
Her self-reproach wouldn't settle, and his own wounded feelings were rising. So Tae-yang administered the nuclear option. He played hard to get.
"No...!! Don't do that, Tae-yang...!! Auntie's scared...!! Hiiuuuuhhh...!"
Her cow breasts swayed and bounced as she fidgeted, pleading with him as he half-turned away. She had accepted the concept of Awakened abilities, but for a middle-aged woman it was still deeply unfamiliar—and that unfamiliarity had become anxiety. It had shown during the ability check just hours earlier. Sensing it, Tae-yang had promised to watch over her milking so she wouldn't have to worry. For him to turn away coldly on that foundation made her nearly beg. Her cow breasts even jiggled with the restless urgency of her plea.
"So trust me, Auntie. We have to trust each other."
He smiled. Seeing her lean on him again, Tae-yang dropped the hard-to-get act at once and grinned.
"Okay... Auntie will trust you... Of course I trust my Tae-yang..."
The Tae-yang who had turned away so coldly was once again the usual Tae-yang, smiling for her. The contrast melted her self-reproach and anxiety on the spot, and a full smile bloomed across her face.
"So... when I opened my Status Window, Tae-yang... this milk turned out to be special milk... It heals wounds and restores a certain amount of stamina, it said..."
At last Tae-yang settled in front of her, and Min-jung began to milk herself under his watch. Most of the guilt and fear had faded, but the embarrassment remained—so she murmured the Status Window messages about her milk skill under her breath, trying to ease the tension.
"Ahh..."
A sigh of frustration escaped her as her brow twitched upward. The water bottle filling with milk toppled over, unable to handle another uncontrolled jet. Her milk soaked into the bedcover.
"What am I going to do..."
"Leave it, Auntie. I'll take care of it."
She panicked all over again, and Tae-yang soothed her while he cleaned up the ruined bed himself.
"Hmm..."
Once the bed was sorted, Min-jung prepared to milk again. Tae-yang watched her with a thoughtful look.
"Auntie," he said at last, as if he had made up his mind. "What if I just milk you myself and catch it in the bottle?"
He had concluded that the only real answer was for him to take hold of her udders and squeeze them himself.
"Wh...?????"
Min-jung's eyes went round at the suggestion that he would milk her directly.
"At first I thought maybe I could just hold the bottle for you, but that alone won't cut it. You're so tense you can't control your strength at all. That's why I'm saying it would be better if I did it."
His expression was completely serious. In his view, the root of the problem was her tension.
"H-hmm... Honestly my hands are shaking, Auntie... And I feel like I've gotten stronger than before, so I can't quite adjust..."
Min-jung thought it over and found herself agreeing. On top of being tense, her physical abilities had jumped to G-level. Fine control of her strength was simply beyond her right now. Tae-yang, young and full of vigor, had adapted to the bodily changes much faster.
"Haah... this is really..."
Logically it made sense—but the idea of Tae-yang, whom she had always thought of like a son, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them out felt unbearably embarrassing.
"Auntie, you don't need to feel embarrassed. You're so precious to me that I want to help. I think this is what we have to do now. This isn't a normal situation."
When the woman he loved was torn by conflict, Geum Tae-yang was the kind of man who knew how to draw the blade without hesitation. He pushed forward with absolute conviction, determined to blow her embarrassment away.
"R-right, Tae-yang... Auntie agrees with you... I was only thinking about my own personal shame..."
She nodded, and nodded, and nodded again. Kim Min-jung was the kind of woman who would believe Tae-yang even if he told her the sun rose in the west. Hearing a well-reasoned argument from him only filled her face with deeper trust. Resolve settled over her features as she nodded slowly and carefully.
Ugh, fuck. I said all that, but now I'm the one getting more nervous...
Every action carried its proper responsibility. The logical approach was sound—but only from the standpoint of milking efficiency. Tae-yang had overlooked something. Milking Kim Min-jung was not merely a technical problem. A psychological one was tangled right through the middle of it.
Those incredible breasts... those mind-blowing breasts... I'm going to squeeze them... And when I squeeze, the milk will pour out... Gushing out, right...? Like my own cum...?
Just looking at them was already hard enough to keep his lust in check. Actually touching them, actually squeezing them—he couldn't even begin to guess what state he would end up in. Already, the mere sight of Min-jung offering him her breasts was flooding his head with every filthy thought imaginable.
Huh...?
Something caught his eye. Min-jung's hands—clutching the edge of the bed to brace her forward-leaning upper body—were trembling like aspen leaves. She thought of him like a son, but in truth not a drop of blood connected them. In that ambiguous relationship, she was offering up her breasts. A massive sense of taboo left her gasping.
Khhmm, you idiot... She's under that much stress and you haven't even thought about easing it for her...
Yeah. Good... I'll be even more proactive and take the burden off her myself...
A sense of responsibility settled over him. The woman he cherished was stressed by the taboo of being entangled with him. As far as Tae-yang was concerned, he would shoulder that sense of wrongness himself—he would not stand by and watch Min-jung carry it alone. In that moment, Geum Tae-yang took one more step forward in his psychological relationship with the next-door auntie, Kim Min-jung.
"I'm starting, Auntie!"
"R-right, Tae-yang... Please take care of me..."
True to his resolve, he announced the start with bold energy. Still trembling, Min-jung managed a small smile at how firmly he had stepped up for her.
Tae-yang reached out with his right hand and took hold of Kim Min-jung's right breast.
Her breast was not a mass of flesh that common sense could measure. The volume was so transcendent that it didn't feel soft and yielding to the eye—it felt like a thick, dense rice-cake dumpling settling into his grip.
Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!
No one felt that fantastical grip more purely than Geum Tae-yang. For all his careful mind control, the moment he experienced Kim Min-jung's breast Nella Fantasia firsthand, he became pure frenzy.
"Huuuhhh... hng..."
The instant he seized her breast, Min-jung's chest heaved up and down. Tension spiked; her breathing turned rough. She was fighting to keep her expression under control so she wouldn't look too undignified—but she couldn't do anything about the ragged breath, and her nostrils flared again and again as she exhaled.
Khhhuuut... Thank god... She didn't see the look on my face right now...
She had turned her head slightly and closed her eyes—so she never saw the filthy expression twisting across Tae-yang's face. Having barely suppressed his frenzy, he looked at her and felt a wave of relief. Then he moved straight into the milking steps.
"Alright then... I'm going to squeeze, Auntie..."
I'm going to squeeze. It was a whisper so lewd it barely counted as words.