"Will you suck on them for me?"
The glistening breasts, adorned with swollen, crimson nipples and damp with droplets, seemed to whisper, "Fill me with life—right now."
Without a word, Ryou quietly brought his lips to her chest.
The moment his breath touched her, Saya's entire body twitched.
"Ah! Nngh... T-there... Uhn... No, it's scary..."
Yet she didn't pull away.
Instead, her hand gently settled on the back of his head.
Then—His lips met her nipple.
Suck... slurp... slurp... schluck... schluck...!
The instant his mouth closed around it, a moan like a scream escaped Saya's lips.
"Nnnnghhh...!" Ahh! Wait…no, ahh…I'm gonna…cum…"
Her hips jerked up.
Her entire breast quivered as if leaping,
With each wet, sucking noise—splurt, squish, gush—thick, sweet, scalding milk flooded the back of his throat.
"Hyaaah! No, not like that. Don't suck so hard. I'm really gonna cum just from my breasts!"
The harder he sucked, the more her nipple trembled. It was as if every ounce of her pleasure had concentrated there.
Her eyes glazed over and her tongue lolled out. Every time her knees shook, it was as if she might collapse.
Her milk burst forth, sweet and rich, dyeing the water milky white.
"Ahhh...! I'm cumming again! Just from my tits... this much... so many times... uuugh!"
And then—She climaxed, gushing torrents of milk from both nipples.
Splurt... gush... squish...!
Spurt... spurt... splosh...!
Moaning, trembling, and writhing,
The liquid spilling from her breasts was as if all her ecstasy had taken physical form, flowing endlessly.
In the bath, Yoshii's body trembled slightly.
Deep between his hips, beneath the fabric, something unmistakably asserted its shape.
Sayo's hazy eyes noticed it.
"...So hard already..."
The moment her gaze was drawn there, A thick, syrupy drop of honey dripped from her depths with a lewd squelch.
"Ah, not again. I'm sorry. Even though I just came, down there is acting on its own."
The hot, sweet nectar trickled down her thighs. After just one climax from her nipples, her body had already bloomed, her honeyed petals glistening.
Yet, there was no shame in Sayo's eyes.
What lingered there was—the next desire of her parched instincts.
"...Hey, please...?"
Her face slowly drew closer to Yoshii's hips.
Her lips paused just before the throbbing heat.
"This time, let me use my mouth."
Her breath caressed it. Steam swirled around them; her breaths were sweet and damp.
"...Hey, please....Let me taste that heat in my mouth. I promise. My honey, my milk will only keep flowing more."
Just before her lips enveloped that burning need,
She narrowed her eyes and whispered,
"Let me drink it all. Yoshii-san's 'life essence'... give it to me."