In the early morning at the Obata house, Mrs. Natsumi had prepared rice and fried fish, setting breakfast on the table. As she came out with the packed lunches, she saw Mu Xiaoxiao lying there, sucking again.
It felt weird. Her daughter was still a high school student. Even if this magical "holy milk" wasn't actual breastfeeding, as a mother, it still felt strange.
"Mu-kun, does it taste good?"
"Of course." He raised a finger. She leaned in, confused. He pulled her close, kissing her. Their tongues intertwined. The milk passed into her mouth.
'This is my daughter's milk...'
Her eyes widened. The taste was... very special.
"What are you doing?" Still recovering from Xiaoxiao's sucking, seeing her mother taste her milk made Yui's face burn. She knew she wasn't pregnant, this wasn't breastfeeding—
But still! So embarrassing!
"Well, let Yui-senpai taste too. Mrs. Natsumi's milk is ready." He lifted her shirt, suckled, then fed it to Yui mouth-to-mouth.
Only way.
Tasting her own milk, the married woman looked natural. "Mu-kun, Yui's had mine before. She breastfed as a baby~"
"Though," she mused, "tastes different from breast milk..."
She glanced at her exposed breasts. Squeezed—nothing came out. "Only Mu-kun can do it."
Amazing.
After breakfast, Yui packed the lunches. She took his arm as they left. Only outside, in the sun, did she relax.
"That nervous?" He glanced at her.
"Of course! Mom tasting my milk? So embarrassing!" Having her milk drunk by him—first time experiencing such a thing.
Extremely shy.
"Still, that ability's amazing." She shifted focus. "Can you suck anyone's milk?"
"Girls only."
'Obviously. Think I'm stupid?' She rolled her eyes. Remembering his mouth on her chest, like a baby—
Cheeks flushed.
At school, the news spread to Anna, Chi-chan, and the others. They gathered, chattering. Himemiya Makoto looked most embarrassed.
"You have this ability too?"
On a bench by the path, Mu Xiaoxiao leaned back. Senior Yui and Kisaragi Anna flanked him. Behind, a grove shaded them. Leaves rustled.
Chisato and Makoto sat before him. Chisato spoke, eyes wide. Shocked.
"This is too..."
All the girls had impressive figures—none flat. Himemiya Makoto was biggest. At the news, eyes turned to her.
She blushed. "Why look at me? Xiaoxiao said any girl works."
She turned to Obata Yui. "Yui-senpai, you've tried it?"
Her massive chest swayed.
"Want to try?"
Kisaragi Anna exchanged glances. "Curious what it's like... but outside's inconvenient. Lunch break maybe."
They chatted, unaware of a distant observer. Orange hair—Tsubakihara Yuna.
Watching Mu Xiaoxiao laugh with beautiful girls under the trees, yesterday's events resurfaced. Complicated feelings.
His rescue lingered. She knew he wasn't good—but compared to that disgusting cleaner, he towered. And what he did with Serizawa...
Remembering last night—alone in her room, the erotic dreams—she'd woken soaked. Face hot.
'What's wrong with me? Am I easy?'
'He's so popular. So many beautiful women...'
'Should I say hi?'
Unthinkable before. She'd have avoided him. But yesterday changed something.
"Yuna? What's wrong?"
Nina's voice snapped her back. "Nothing. Let's go."
Confused, Nina watched her sister hurry away. Something happened yesterday. She followed, unanswered.
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Library.
Quiet as ever. Serizawa Yukiha sat alone, book in hand. But trembling. Blush beneath her bangs.
She couldn't read.
Xiaoxiao came again—good. But so many girls with him. Voices... they weren't having an orgy, were they? Too messy!
Ambiguous murmurs burned her cheeks. She wanted to peek. Didn't dare.
Legs weak. Numb.
Behind the shelves, in the corner, Mu Xiaoxiao and the others were there. If they knew her thoughts: "Orgy? We're having lunch, okay?"
"Chirp, zizi——"
"Hmm~"
Mu Xiaoxiao suckled Himemiya Makoto's enormous breasts. Sweet milk filled his mouth. She watched, eyes hazy, holding his head.
Moaning softly.
Felt... interesting. Him, like a baby.
Chisato and Anna adjusted their collars, cheeks flushed. Clearly, they'd been suckled too.
"Xiaoxiao..." Makoto finally pulled away. "How is it?"
"Great. Delicious." He wiped his mouth. Thumbs up.
"Whose tastes best?" The gyaru smirked.
"For fuck's sake..."
Sharp eyes fixed on him. He opened his mouth. Froze.