Deep in the mountains, in a valley where the faint scent of hot springs lingers in the air,
A lone inn with a flickering light appears.
A slightly weathered wooden sign hangs beneath the eaves bearing the name: Chichi-yu Onsen (Milk Hot Springs).
At the front desk, a man quietly picks up a brush and writes his name in the guest register.
"Yoshioka... Ryo."
As the ink seeps into the paper, a soft voice speaks from behind him.
"...You've come a long way. Welcome."
When he looks up, he sees the inn's proprietress standing beside a pale wooden pillar. She is wearing a kimono.
Her long black hair is neatly tied up, and the pale skin peeking from the nape of her neck is as soft as steam.
Then, her chest.
The loosely fastened collar of her kimono reveals a swell so pronounced that it's impossible not to stare.
Her breasts rise and fall faintly with each breath.
Her finely shaped lips curl into a reserved smile.
"I am Sayo, the proprietress of this inn. Please, make yourself at home."
Her voice trembles slightly.
Was it nervousness? Or something hotter?
"Are you traveling alone?"
As she asked, her fingertips brushed against her obi for just a moment.
Then, as if tracing something, her fingers lightly grazed the edge of her chest.
At that instant, Ryo could have sworn he heard a faint, wet sound.
Shito...
He wonders if he imagined it, but his heart stirs regardless.
A damp, sweet scent tickles his nose.
"Yes, just taking a short break."
Sayo nods and guides him deeper inside.
Without him noticing a single drop of white liquid seeps into her underrobe from her chest.
"This way, please."
Sayo's footsteps are almost silent, light as a breeze over tatami.
Ryo walks just behind her, captivated by the warm, steamy scent of her hair.
"Tonight, you'll be staying in the 'Mountain Room.' It has a small hearth, and at night, you can hear the sounds of the mountains. Though it might be a little too spacious for just one person."
She turns to him with a smile that is somehow both melancholic and tender.
Once again, his gaze is drawn to her chest.
The valley between her breasts, covered by white Undergown, is faintly damp.
Is it sweat? Or—Could it be milk seeping through?
He forces himself to look away as he steps through the sliding door.
"Please, relax. If you're tired, I can prepare a bath for you right away."
Her voice is like drifting steam.
But just as she reaches for the hot water pitcher in the corner of the room...plip... a soft sound comes from beneath her robes.
A single drop of milky-white liquid falls onto the tatami right before his eyes.
She gasps and covers her mouth with her hand.
"Forgive me."
For some reason, her shoulders tremble as she tries to leave.
Her ears are red, and she averted her gaze.
She's hiding something, but whatever it is, she can't hide it.
Something is overflowing from deep within her body.
"Let me help you."
The moment he speaks, Sayo answers in a trembling voice, still turned away.
"...I can't. If you get any closer, it'll happen again."
Her back is still facing him, and her shoulders quiver faintly.
Is it tension? Shame? Or the aftershocks of pleasure?
Ryo kneels silently, watching the sway of her obi.
And then—"...Ah!"
At that moment, the pitcher nearly tips over. Without thinking, he reaches out to steady it.
But his fingers brush against the tip of her breast—just for an instant.
He feels a small, stiff peak against the soft curve.
Something hot and thick spurts out from it.
Pyuu!
"Nn... Ah, no... Stop... There!"
Sayo's legs give out and she collapses against him.
Her nipple presses fully into his palm; her trembling breast pulses like a heartbeat.
"I'm gonna cum again. My milk is coming out!"
Pyururu!
A sweet, milky liquid gushes from her chest, soaking his fingers, her underrobe, and the tatami.
Spreading everywhere.
The scent is intoxicating, like honey—thick and lewd.
"Hyaah...! No, just from my chest! I'm cumming again!"
Her whole body shudders and her back arches.
Her nipple, now stiff as a bud in full bloom, is unbearably sensitive to his touch.
She melts into his arms, trembling uncontrollably.
Drip... drip...
The droplets from her chest won't stop.
But then—Sayo inhales sharply and pushes him away.
"Pretend you didn't see this."
Her voice is barely a whisper as she hides her chest with her sleeve.
Yet, white drops still fall onto the tatami.
Before Ryo can say anything,
Sayo slides the door shut and disappears without a sound.
"...I'm...so sorry..."
Her faint voice dissolves into the steam-filled air.
The room is left with only the scent of milk and honey.
The wet tatami glistens like undeniable proof.
Ryo stares at the warmth lingering in his palm and the sticky milk clinging to his skin—unable to say a word.