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Chapter 12: Breast Milk, White Silk, and a Singular Connection
A day off, inside a love hotel...
"Wait, stop for a second."
Yoshida rested one arm behind his head while the other held Ms. Goto's head steady, struggling to pull his already-throbbing member from the warm, slick depths of her mouth.
"What's wrong?"
Ms. Goto looked up from between his legs, her moist eyes narrowed as she gazed at her lover. Her hazy expression screamed for his release; she pressed her cheek against him, and a few stray hairs tickled the sensitive tip, bringing him dangerously close to the limit.
"If you keep going, I'm going to come."
"Then just do it. Or... do you want to do it inside? I don't have the strength left to move, though. Is it okay if you stay on top, Yoshida-kun?"
"That's not the point," Yoshida said, half-laughing, half-exasperated. This was supposed to be the "after-care" cleanup, yet it looked like they were about to start a second round. Ever since they made their adultery relationship, Ms. Goto managed to maintain her dignified, refined persona in public, but in private, she acted entirely like a young girl in the throes of a passionate first love.
She didn't wait for his permission to continue. Her tongue darted out, swirling around the sensitive underside of his head before she plunged her face back down. This time, she took him in deep, her throat muscles pulsing against him in a tight, velvet rhythm. She used her hands to pull his hips closer, her lips forming a perfect, vacuum-tight seal. The wet, sloppy sounds of her suction filled the room, and Yoshida felt his resolve crumbling. She was using her tongue to tease the opening, swirling and flicking with a dexterity that made his vision go white.
"Just one more time? Just once, please?" she murmured against his skin, her breath hot and smelling of him.
"You already said that a moment ago..."
"Really, the last time!"
Unable to win against her, Yoshida let go of her head.
"Here, Yoshida-kun's favorite—a titjob~"
Ms. Goto gave a fawning smile, pressing her upper body down between his legs. She cupped her massive, heavy H-cup breasts with both hands, sandwiching his member between the pale, soft mounds. She squeezed them together so tightly that his shaft was completely buried in the "flesh-tunnel" of her cleavage.
"I don't actually like it that much..." Yoshida truly loved large breasts, but he preferred burying his face in them over a titjob.
"But you always ejaculate so much?"
"No, what I mean is..."
The mixture of sweat and saliva made the gap between her breasts incredibly slippery. She began to slide her torso up and down, the friction of her skin against his sensitive glans creating a dull, heavy heat that traveled straight to his core. Her large, pink areolae rubbed against him with every pass, and she watched with a lewd, triumphant grin as his tip turned a deep, angry red.
Splurt, squelch, squish...
The sound of the friction was primal. Yoshida gave up on his weak defense. He reached down, gripping the tops of her heavy breasts and pulling them even tighter against him as he began to thrust his hips. The sensation of being encased in such soft, hot weight was too much. With a ragged groan, he let his essence spray deep into the valley of her chest. Pulse after pulse of white heat coated the space between her breasts, some of it splashing up toward her chin.
"Thanks for the hard work~"
Ms. Goto sat up slowly, her breathing shallow. Before the steaming fluid could slide down her stomach, she used her palms to spread it across her chest like a luxurious bath lily, coating the pale skin and her hardening nipples until she shimmered with a lewd luster under the hotel's dim lights.
"That smell is going to be hard to wash off." Yoshida tried to steady his breathing.
"It's better if I'm stained with your scent."
As she spoke, she began taking post-sex selfies. He didn't even have to ask to know she was sending them to her "official" boyfriend. Yoshida suddenly felt a wave of emptiness.
"I'm going to shower first."
"Ah, wait for me to finish these and we'll go together!"
Inside a mobile phone store.
"What color do you think little Sayu would like?" Ms. Goto asked, excitedly flipping through the brochure. They had already set up a plan in Yoshida's name; now it was just a matter of picking the model.
"Um... I'm not really sure."
Yoshida was stumped. He realized that ever since he met Sayu, her style—and even her accessories—seemed to be entirely aimed at catering to his preferences.
"You don't pay enough attention to your girlfriend, Yoshida-kun. Minus one point."
Being lectured so seriously by Ms. Goto made Yoshida scratch his head. In the end, they decided on white—the safest bet. After paying at the register, it was still early.
"Thanks for today. Want to grab something to eat?" Yoshida wanted to compensate his "advisor" for her help.
"Then... Ramen!" Ms. Goto linked her arm through his, grinning.
"Ramen is okay?"
"I used a lot of physical strength today, after all. And it's easier to go into a shop like that if I'm with you."
Back at the apartment.
"Here, this is for you." Yoshida handed the paper bag to Sayu.
"What is it? I told you not to waste money... Eh, a phone?"
"It'll be easier to stay in touch. Like, if I'm not coming home for dinner, you can just call me."
Sayu took the phone, her lips curving up into a small smile as she twirled a strand of hair. "Honestly, I meant that literally."
She shifted forward into a kneeling position, her clear eyes staring intently at him.
"Don't feel any extra pressure, Mr. Yoshida. To me, you seeing Ms. Goto is just like overtime or a business dinner. Do you understand?"
"What did you eat today?"
"Ramen. The shop was pretty greasy; I'm sorry I'm giving you more laundry to do."
"It's fine, but taking a girl out for ramen is a bit..."
As they chatted about the day, Sayu finally lunged into his embrace.
"Great, now you have to wash again." Yoshida hugged her back, his tone a mix of helplessness and affection.
"Let's go together then~"
"I respectfully decline."
"Hmph..."
After squirming around to find a comfortable position, Sayu leaned against him and started playing with the phone. Yoshida's gaze instinctively drifted downward. Her oversized T-shirt barely covered the tops of her thighs, worn like a dress. Her shapely legs were encased in low-denier white silk stockings, with the thin fabric at her knees and toes revealing a tempting hint of pink skin.
"Do you want to feel them?"
Yoshida succumbed to his desire and reached out to stroke the silky white fabric. Sayu slowly spread her legs, allowing him to massage her knees and thighs. The hem of the T-shirt had hitched up to her waist; as he suspected, she was wearing nothing but the white stockings underneath.
"I'm wearing these just for you."
"I never knew I had this kind of fetish..."
Yoshida was beginning to wonder exactly when Sayu had started wearing stockings at home when a phone was shoved in his face.
"Let's add each other!"
On the Line app, her name was simply "Sayu." Her friend list was empty, save for one name: "Yoshida-man."
"My only friend is you, Mr. Yoshida. I've decided to be your 'exclusive' Sayu."
Her snow-white arms wrapped around his neck. Her pure face suddenly seemed to carry a trace of seduction. They kissed, confirming their feelings for one another.
Sayu slowly began to lift her shirt, her breasts unfettered by a bra, but Yoshida firmly pressed his hand over hers.
"You don't have to do this, Sayu. It's okay even if you don't do anything."
He wanted her to know she no longer had to trade her body for a place to stay.
"Geez, you're such a dummy. I'll go start the bath."
Sayu hummed a song as she headed to the bathroom, stopping halfway to look back at him.
"Are you really sure you won't join me?"
"Give me a break," Yoshida smiled wryly.
While waiting for the water to run, Yoshida's phone buzzed. It was a message from Mishima—another "status update" from her business trip.
He clicked the image. He saved it. Tonight seemed like it was going to be exceptionally long. Yoshida sat in silence for a moment, then looked down at his right hand...