Continuation of
>>19827, which was itself a continuation of
>>15116.
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[x] Milk Plague.
[x] Mokou’s place. She could use someone to cheer her up.
A delicious smell pulls you up to consciousness. You open your eyes and see Reisen leaning over you with a tray of food.
“Good morning, Komachi. Would you like some breakfast?” You nod and sit up, making the sheets fall off to expose your breasts. Reisen blushes and looks away while you pull them back up.
The food seems even better than usual today; Reisen nods when you compliment it. “The cooks were very enthusiastic when I told them to make something for you,” she says.
You chuckle under your breath. They had a good time with you yesterday while nobody was looking.
“So, how’s everything with Eirin and Kaguya?” you ask after eating some.
“Oh, um, it’s going… It’s going very well.” Reisen blushes happily. “Eirin and I are close now, and we’re both working together to train the Princess.” You thought Kaguya wanted that arrangement the other way around. Seems she bit off more than she could chew.
“That’s great. Seems like everything worked out.”
“I think it did, and you played a large part in that.” You smile in acknowledge. “Um, I’m sure Eirin feels as grateful as I do, so… It’s okay if you ever want to be intimate with the two of us. The Princess wouldn’t mind either.”
“Thanks, Reisen. I’ll remember that.”
Reisen sees that you’ve eaten everything. “Are you finished, Komachi?” she asks.
“Just a second.” You reach over to your robe to pull out the Milk Plague bottle and swallow one of the pills with your last bit of tea. Reisen gives you a mildly curious look, which you answer with a wide grin.
“Thanks for breakfast. I think I’ll be leaving soon, so goodbye if I don’t see you again.”
Reisen smiles and bows. “It was an honor to have you as our guest, Komachi.”
After Reisen leaves the room, you get dressed and grab your scythe. There’s nothing else you need to do to get ready, so you head over to Eirin’s study. Your goodbye is short and uneventful, though her eyes seem to be running all over your body.
Kaguya’s still sleeping. You decide to skip her and head out. As you’re walking, you notice that your breasts are feeling a little warmer and heavier than usual. They’re starting to ache a bit too, especially around the nipples. You wouldn’t mind having somebody suck on them.
Somebody calls out your name at the gate. You turn around and notice Tewi lurking in the shadows.
“That wasn’t a fair fight. You only won ‘cause of that rabbit,” she says matter-of-factly.
You meet her sour expression with a smug grin. “Oh, think you could’ve beaten me?”
“I know it.”
“Alright, I’ll look forward to finding out!” You stride out the front door and take one last look at the castle’s elegant profile before lifting off into the sky.
You could use your distance-sense to find Mokou, but a distant plume of white smoke eliminates the need. You follow it to a different part of the forest and head back to the ground, where you find a clearing with a large furnace-like object resting a few feet above a respectable fire. Mokou is watching it with her back to you, silently contemplating the flames.
You walk up and give Mokou a little tap on the shoulder, which makes her turn around and stumble back in surprise.
“Ah, you’re…”
“Mornin’.” You give her the first of many smiles.
“What are you doing here?”
You shrug. “Passin’ by, thought you could use some company. Mind if I stay for a bit?”
“… That’s fine.” Without stopping the fire, Mokou leads you a short ways through the woods to a stone cabin and invites you inside. She leaves the door open to let some more light into the dark interior. Everything short of the tableware and bedsheets seems to be made of solid rock.
“It’s a little weird in here, but it’s a pain when things burn down by accident. I saved up until I could just have everything made from stone,” Mokou says. She sets a teapot on top of a little range and lights a fire under it while you take one of the two seats at her table.
“Seems pretty Western in here,” you remark.
“Japanese stuff is too flimsy. Keine showed me some history on Western houses that I used for reference.” You’re pretty sure Keine’s the schoolteacher Mokou mentioned before. It might be best to avoid talking about her for now.
“So, you were makin’ coal?” you say to change the subject.
“Yeah. Bamboo’s a good material, and I can sell it really cheap. Pretty much all the village’s supply comes from me.”
“That’s impressive.”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s a pretty boring job, though.” Mokou stares off into space and nods slowly. “Pretty boring.”
People need to stop spacing out when they’re talking to you. Fortunately, the teapot’s whistling snaps Mokou out of it before things get awkward and induces her to grab a few leaves and brew you a decent mug of tea. It’s nowhere near as nice as the cup you had at Eientei, but you don’t let her know that.
You’re ready to talk some more, but Mokou seems to be working up the courage to say something and you don’t want to break her concentration. You keep drinking while she takes a few deep breaths.
“So, um… What was your name, again?” she finally says.
“Komachi Onozuka,” you say with an encouraging smile.
“Right. It’s about what we did yesterday,” she says slowly.
You change from a smile to a grin and run a finger around the rim of your mug. “Yeah?”
“Um, you tried really hard to make me feel good and you did a good job, but you didn’t ask me to do anything in return. So… Can I try and pay you back now?”
“That’s really nice of you. I’d love for you to do that. Are you sure you don’t wanna cum yourself, though?”
“Yeah. Last time was… I don’t need to do it again so soon.”
“That’s fine.” You leave the empty mug on the table and move to Mokou’s bed while she closes the door. She considers turning on a lamp too, but decides against it.
“Have you ever had sex with another woman besides me?” you ask when she’s back in her seat.
Mokou hesitates for a moment. “… No.”
“Okay, I’ll teach you. Pay close attention, okay?” Mokou nods, but stays firmly rooted to her chair. You beckon her over to join you.
“Good lovemaking always starts with a kiss.”
“Lovemaking?”
“That’s what you call it when we do this. Does that bother you?”
“N-no.” You pull Mokou’s head in close and open her mouth, pushing your tongue in without any hesitation. Mokou twitches for a moment when it first enters and then accepts it. You give her a hands-on course on tongueplay and then let her practice with you while you stroke her hair. It’s surprisingly smooth for such a coarse girl, but all the ribbons impede your stroking.
Mokou starts to moan quietly into your mouth. You take that as a signal to get a little more aggressive with your tongue and let out a few moans of your own. Seems she’s the kind that gets turned on just by being intimate.
You slowly pull off Mokou’s mouth, leaving a long trail of saliva between the two of you. “’Kay, now you work your way down my body ‘til you get between my legs.” You pull your robe off of your shoulders and let the top half fall off to expose your chest. You don’t bother with bras, so Mokou is immediately greeted by the sight of your bare breasts. Judging from the look on her face, it’s quite a sight to behold.
“Now, there’s an art to groping a girl’s breasts. The nipples are the most sensitive part, but it also feels good when you massage the whole thing at once. It’s best to start with your hands and gently work in your mouth.”
Your words seem to go right over Mokou’s head. She stares at them for a while longer and then grabs one with a shaking hand. She gives it a firm squeeze, grabs the other one, and then presses them together and starts kneading the soft flesh. You push your chest out to give her better access, and she takes the opportunity to run her hot hands all over them and fondle every inch. Her thumbs and forefingers get to work massaging your nipples while the rest of her fingers keep squeezing the rest; her mouth closes around one as soon as it’s hard.
Mokou sucks with surprising forcefulness and gives your sensitive nipple plenty of tongue. After a few seconds, something hot suddenly starts leaking out. Mokou considers it a pleasant surprise and drinks enthusiastically, turning the trickle into a steady flow. The rush milk tickles the inside of your breasts while Mokou’s mouth and tongue stimulate the outside. You only took the pill a little while ago, but it seems like you’ve got a limitless supply already.
“How’s my milk taste, Mokou?” you ask. She takes her mouth off with a pop and pants for a bit before answering.
“Really good. Kind of creamy and real easy to drink.” She dives in for more and gets the other breast going before alternates between them, nibbling and pinching your nipples to draw out as much as possible. Getting milked feels fantastic. Actually, why’s she so good at this? She said she’d never had sex with a woman.
After a few more minutes of milking, Mokou pulls back and watches your heaving breasts with a look of deep appreciation.
“You’re really good with breasts, Mokou.”
“Thanks, I, uh… Nevermind.”
Mokou presses your breasts together and drinks from both at once, rubbing your nipples together inside her mouth while she sucks hard and them with her tongue. The stimulation combined with the feeling of the milk rushing out through your breasts is too much to handle; you throw your head back and cry out Mokou’s name as your body shudders in a half-orgasm. You’ll need more stimulation in your pussy to cum for real.
You undo your belt and spread your robe open to reveal the rest of your body. “Time to start on my pussy, Mokou. Let go of my breasts for a second.” Mokou reluctantly stops drinking and gives you one of her hands while she paws at her chest with the other. Her hand feels more worn than most, with rough palms and close-cut nails. You press two of her fingers together and fit the tips into your soaked pussy, prompting her to push them in the rest of the way herself. They’re not quite long enough to fill you up, but the coarse texture feels nice against your sensitive walls.
“How’s it feel inside me?” you ask.
“It’s, uh, hot and sticky, and twitching, and…” Mokou loses her train of thought and starts panting instead. She tries sliding her fingers in and out and produces a loud squishing sound when they stir up all the juices you’re letting out.
“Try doing that for a while. Have some more milk, too.” You plug Mokou’s mouth with one of your breasts and thrust onto her fingers to encourage her. Mokou makes a sound of acknowledgment and settles into a steady rhythm of sucking and thrusting. Breathing heavily, you spread your legs further and lean back to enjoy her. Her mouth is fantastic, but she could be doing better with her fingers.
“You can thrust a little harder. Bury them inside me every time.” Mokou nods and speeds her movements up to two full thrusts a second. Her fingers aren’t hitting any sensitive spots, but the sheer speed of her hand is making your pussy tremble. A really nice orgasm’s starting to well up inside you.
You pull Mokou’s head off your breasts and get a bit of milk on her lips by accident. Without thinking, you dive in and kiss it off, slipping your tongue into Mokou’s mouth for a while afterwards. Her mouth is coated in the creamy taste of your milk.
“My pussy’s nice and excited now. I want you to finish me off with your tongue.”
“Ah…” Even though Mokou’s been drinking from your breasts for close to ten minutes, the thought of licking your pussy makes her a little nervous.
“Remember how I did it to you?” you say reassuringly.
“Mm.”
Mokou gets on her knees and watches with a heavy blush as you spread yourself open with two fingers. She gives your dripping pussy a hesitant lick and pausing to consider the taste. She likes it enough to lick you again, and soon she’s steadily working her tongue up and down the sensitive slit.
“Stick it inside me,” you order. Mokou obediently pushes her tongue straight out to penetrate you. It only goes in an inch or so, but it slips over and carresses the folds of your pussy in a way that makes you shiver with pleasure.
You pull on Mokou’s head to encourage her to lick even faster and deeper. She does her best to obey massages her breasts with both hands while you keep yourself spread open with one and tease your clit with the other. Your breasts are still leaking milk and throbbing almost as intensely as your pussy.
Mokou buries her face in your pussy and brings you over the edge. Your pussy clamps shut and fills your body with heat, which gathers at your nipples and makes them shoot out two hot streams of milk. You fall back onto the bed and moan happily through the last few throbs of pleasure. Mokou watches closely and keeps rubbing her breasts through her shirt.
You reach your arms out to Mokou, but she’s too busy taking off her shirt to notice. Underneath is a sarashi with two damp spots. “Why’s my chest feel so weird?” she mumbles. She unwraps the bindings to reveal a small pair of breasts; pressing on one of her nipples makes a bit of something white spurt out.
“Mokou, are you…?” You get off the bed to inspect Mokou’s breasts. They’re lactating, alright. You press your mouth onto one of her nipples and start to drink over her moaned protests. Her milk’s really hot and kind of bitter. Smooth, too. You lay her down on the bed and lap it up while she trembles and moans quietly until the flow stops a few minutes later. She’s flushed and panting when you look back up at her face.
“Are you sure you don’t want to cum?” you ask.
“Y-yeah. That’s enough for now.” She’s kind of uncomfortable, so you don’t press it. Instead, you lay down next to her and give her a long kiss, letting her taste of the milk in your mouth while you lick your juices off of hers. You pull her on top of you and give her a gentle hug once she’s finished, but she seems to be getting depressed again. She buries her head in your breasts like last time.
“You did really good, Mokou,” you say cheerfully.
“Fnks.”
You stay put and cuddle with Mokou for a while. She’s not as soft or as smooth as the other girls you’ve been with, but she has a lean firmness that’s attractive in its own way. Her slightly nervous breathing is nice to listen to as well, even if she’s not in a good mood.
“Is something wrong?” you finally ask.
Mokou lifts her head up and sighs. “Well, it’s just, it was nice of you to do this, but I don’t think it’ll change anything. I’m still going to be alone here once you leave.” Her head plops back down and gives your breasts a half-hearted nuzzle.
You don’t like to see her sad like that. Maybe she’ll brighten up if you give her something to look forward to.
[ ] Offer to introduce her to your friends sometime.
[ ] Tell her you’ll try to hook her up with a nice girl.
[ ] Promise to take care of her yourself.