Body Breaking - Breasts (1)
It had been about a month since I started smoking, little by little, drawn in not by my own choice but by the intoxicating scent of Ha-jin oppa. His smell, and the cigarettes that echoed it—calming, reassuring—had hooked me bit by bit.
"Ha-jin..."
At the breakfast table, Ha-jun oppa called out to Ha-jin oppa in a low voice, trying to set a serious tone.
"Yeah? What's up, hyung?"
"I think... you're smoking a lot more these days. I don't mind you smoking, but the smell—you should be careful. Hye-won hates it."
"Huh...? Oh... I'm fine with it... Smoking's a free choice, after all..."
From the morning, Ha-jin oppa's cigarette scent hung in the air, and I lost myself for a moment, inhaling deeply, blissed out. Ha-jun oppa was stepping up for me, but it felt like meddling interference in my pleasure, and that irritation shocked me—I'd actually resented his kindness.
"Then I'll go outside to smoke and use some deodorizer before coming back."
"Ah... you don't have to..."
I muttered it aloud without thinking—my desire to stay close and breathe in more of Ha-jin oppa's scent—and clapped a hand over my mouth in surprise.
"Huh? What'd you say? And your face looks a bit flushed lately—are you okay?"
"Yeah... I'm fine."
Ha-jun oppa's persistent kindness kept grating on me like pointless busybodying, piling up the annoyance. My face twisted naturally in irritation.
Our eyes met with Ha-jin oppa, who was quietly eating and smirking like he found it amusing, and before I knew it, I was sucked into his gaze.
"Ah... I might be late. Breakfast was delicious again. I'll head out first."
I didn't even glance at Ha-jun oppa's back as he hurried off to get ready. I was lost in Ha-jin oppa's eyes, sniffing like a dog desperate for his scent.
*Ring-a-ling—*
Confirming oppa had left, Ha-jin oppa approached me slowly. He sat in the chair right next to where Ha-jun oppa had been, staring straight through me as his face drew close.
"Wh-what...?"
One hand held a lit cigarette—I hadn't even noticed him light it.
"Ah... you can't smoke inside... the smell will linger... *inhale...*?"
My half-hearted protest died as he clamped a hand over my mouth, pressing his lips to my nose and blowing smoke straight in. The acrid cigarette stench mixed with breakfast food smells—like rotten garbage—forced its way into my head.
"Nngh... haaah♡"
Any normal person would've fought back, yelled, or recoiled in disgust. But I trembled in ecstasy, soaking the chair with my dripping juices.
He smirked at my dazed expression—drool trickling as I stared blankly into space—and flicked ash onto my chest. The sudden heat snapped me alert, common sense finally kicking in.
"Cough... cough... What the hell are you doing?! Smoking indoors... and dropping ash...!"
He just chuckled, amused by my reaction, and leaned closer, passing the cigarette from his mouth to mine.
"Haa... haa... bitter..."
Without thinking, I filled my lungs deep. Smoke poured from my nostrils. It stung, burned, made me cough and tear up—but because of sex with oppa, the throat and nose irritation, the cigarette smell from his mouth... it all felt good, hazy, reassuring. My body relaxed, and piss leaked out in a steady trickle.
I ignored the ash on the floor, the smell seeping into the house—just smoked the cigarette he'd given me, lost in pleasure, smiling dopily.
Before long, he'd lit another, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke right into my face.
*Drip, drip, drip...*
It stung my eyes, tears streaming, coughs wracking me—but my body resisted while my mind screamed bliss, signaling pure joy. My pants were soaked through, pussy throbbing.
My overheated body wouldn't move right from the arousal; I slumped weakly in the chair as oppa, cigarette dangling from his lips, slowly stripped me.
Then he exhaled smoke into my mouth and kissed me.
"Hng... *slurp*... *smack*... haa... haa♡"
Unlike the recent me who'd resisted kisses, now I accepted it willingly, savoring the pleasure.
"How about lying on the table today? I'll give you a nice massage."
***
His words had me obediently stripping naked and lying on the table. This space—where I'd once happily eaten breakfast with Ha-jun oppa, one of my treasures—had become just another den for sex and ecstasy.
Oppa pulled a glass vial from his pocket, purple liquid glinting inside, and poured it over my chest. I knew what it was now—the drug that drove me mad with tormenting pleasure. I knew what it'd do to me, but the violent bliss to follow made me welcome it.
Wearing gloves, he spread the liquid slowly over my breasts, starting a gentle massage. The spreading heat sensitized my chest; every lewd stroke sent deep waves of pleasure echoing through me.
*Drip... splurt...*
My bare lower half didn't care about soiling the table—pussy juice flowed freely as I reveled in the sensation.
*Thud—*
Lost staring dopily at oppa during the blissful breast massage, he pulled out his cock and dangled it before my eyes like a taunt.
"Ah... bleh... "
Now, at the sight or smell of his rank, disgusting cock, I instinctively strained to lick it. Salty taste, sweat, cum—every scent felt like a drug. The throat-piercing pain had turned into brain-melting ecstasy. Life without Ha-jin oppa's cock was unimaginable.
"A bit... more... haa... *slurp*♡"
Tongue out, drooling, eyes fixed on his cock alone—finally, the huge glans filled my mouth with its musky reek.
"Hng... *slurp*... *lick*..."
The melting lewdness seeped into my mouth, flooding my brain with satisfaction, pushing me to another climax.
Oppa thrust deep into my throat, massaging my breasts. With his stinking balls draped over my nose, inhaling that scent while throat-fucked was my favorite way to cum...
Suddenly, he started pinching my nipples. They must've been rock-hard, pathetic to behold.
Like milking a cow, he yanked and twisted my hated huge tits painfully.
"Hmph... hup...!"
I tried to cry out in pain, but my blocked throat let out only pathetic wheezes.
The relentless squeezing turned ripping agony into throbbing pleasure; my pitiful whines melted into sweet moans.
Each milk-like squeeze made piss leak from my pussy instead of milk.
Building pleasure numbed my brain, shattered my mind—vision blurring into a hazy stupor.
How do your breasts feel right now? Feels good, right?
Oppa's command... I'd resisted at first... but now his voice echoing in my head alone made me feel good... I just obeyed.
Yes... feels so good...
These huge tits of yours are just like a cow's udders—fun to play with.
I hate... these big breasts...
Why? They give you so much pleasure.
But... guys staring... it's burdensome, gross... Still, Ha-jun oppa likes them, so that's a relief...
Ignore those pathetic stares. Enjoy the gaze of worthless men who fail as males.
Just... enjoy them...?
People who can't grope tits this good are worthless males.
Right... ones who can't grope my tits are pathetic losers...
So, for those worthless guys—to tease them—how about dressing a bit bolder?
Yes... got it...
And today, something fun. From now on, every time I squeeze your breasts, you'll feel milk coming out.
I... don't make milk...
No. You're lactating now. Each time milk flows, your nipples will burn hot with massive pleasure.
Milk coming out... feels good...
You want even more pleasure than now, right? Then obey me.
Yes... I want more pleasure... I make... milk...
Then open your eyes and feel it.
His commanding voice faded from my hazy mind—I couldn't even recall the words—as my eyes opened on their own.
Suddenly I was back in the chair, Ha-jin oppa gently caressing my breasts. My mouth ached missing his cock; I smacked my lips unconsciously. Then heat surged from my chest, something spurting from my nipple tips.
"Haaah... nngh!"
The alien sensation made my legs quake wildly, pleasure lifting my whole body off the chair—I blacked out briefly.
When I came to, my nipples felt hot liquid leaking endlessly.
"Wh-what...? I don't make milk... what's this...?"
Nothing actually flowed from my nipples, but each tug from Ha-jin oppa felt like scorching heat pouring out.
*Drip... plip... plip...*
The chair was chaos from nonstop climaxes—pussy juice and piss streaming down the legs, pooling on the floor.
"Alright! Let's milk you again!"
With his shout, he gripped my breasts viciously, squeezing down hard, blood rushing to my nipples.
The engorged tips pulsed with unknown ecstasy, forcing tremors through me.
"Haa... haa... what did you... do to me...?"
This weird phenomenon—clearly his hypnotic suggestion. He'd said it'd fade once I realized it.
"Feels good, right? Focus on that sensation, recall it."
He kept yanking and milking my nipples like he was extracting something, but true to his word, the alien pleasure vanished.
Its absence felt oddly disappointing. I recalled it, focusing on my nipples—
"Kyaaaah♡"
Incredibly, the sensation revived, slamming my unguarded mind, driving me mad with orgasm.
My body jerked and shuddered; amused, oppa laughed, twisting and tearing at my nipples. The forgotten pleasure settled naturally into my body as just another source of bliss.
Exhausted from endless climaxes, I twitched feebly—no strength left to thrash. The hellish peaks ended when he finally stopped.
"How was it? Feeling like a milk cow? Felt good, right? Addictive, isn't it?"
"Yes... felt so good... gonna get addicted... do it again..."
Absurdly, un-pregnant, I'd tasted the humiliation of being milked like a cow—and newly hooked on that shameful pleasure, I passed out again today.