"Mmm~"
As Alistair's hands gripped her twin peaks, Tomomi Sakurazawa trembled violently. She felt the tightness in her chest finally begin to give way to relaxation.
In an instant, the tips of the two "marshmallows" Alistair was squeezing acted like showerheads, erupting with several fine streams of white liquid. They splashed all over Alistair, leaving several white streaks across his face.
After those few seconds of forceful eruption, the pressure slowed, turning into steady rivulets that flowed down onto Alistair's hands and along his forearms, eventually dripping from his elbows onto the floor.
Slurp~
Alistair licked the "milk" that had trickled down his face. A light, sweet flavor—unlike any commercial milk—instantly filled his mouth. A primal desire to use his mouth instead of just his hands surged within him.
Since his hands were already busy, surely using his lips wouldn't be crossing a line?
With that thought, Alistair lowered his head and took one of the small, blushing "cherries" into his mouth, sucking forcefully to draw out the rich supply of milk.
"Ah~!"
Tomomi had been blissfully closing her eyes in relief, but Alistair's sudden assault left her disoriented. His warm mouth enveloped the peak of her "mountain," and the sensitive tip was being toyed with and sucked greedily.
Alistair used his tongue to repeatedly flick and scrape against her nipple, occasionally nipping the hardened bud with his teeth. Every flick of stimulation caused the steady flow to turn back into a high-pressure spray of sweet nectar.
"Ha... ha... Alistair-kun, don't do it like that... it's too much..."
Despite saying it was "too much," her hands were locked onto Alistair's shoulders, pressing him deeper into her bosom.
Sensing her rising arousal, the "faucets" seemed to loosen further. The volume of milk increased drastically. The other breast he was squeezing looked like a literal avalanche; the milky-white "sugar water" erupted on its own without him even needing to apply pressure.
On the side he was biting, it was no longer like drinking a beverage; it felt like he was being force-fed. Massive amounts of milk poured down Alistair's throat, making him feel bloated and full.
"Gah—cough! cough! That's... that's way too much!"
Alistair suddenly choked. He tried to pull away to catch his breath, but Tomomi's hand was still pressing the back of his head into her chest. He had to physically pry her hand off before he could breathe properly.
"Ah! Gomen nasai! (I'm so sorry!) It was my fault! I just felt so relaxed... it felt so good I couldn't help myself..."
Tomomi was riddled with guilt for making him choke. She bowed repeatedly in apology. She had interpreted his use of his mouth as a way to increase the efficiency of the "extraction," and she felt terrible for her lack of self-control.
"It's fine. But why do you have so much? Also, stop bowing! You're swinging them everywhere, it's making a mess."
Alistair watched her heavy, bountiful fruits swinging wildly with every bow and quickly reached out to catch the soft, heavy globes.
However, the "juice" sprayed during her bows had already gotten everywhere. Alistair, who previously only had a few spots on his shirt, was now covered in dark wet patches. The floor and walls were splattered as well.
"How do you feel now? Better?" Alistair asked, gently kneading the breasts as the spray slowed to a faint drip.
"Mmm, I feel so much lighter. Arigato gozaimasu (Thank you very much)," Tomomi replied with a blissful smile.
"Good. Let's head to the infirmary to rest for a bit. It'll be easier to explain things to Ms. Shirakawa that way." Alistair wrung out his shirt, trying to smooth out the damp fabric.
"Okay!" Tomomi chirped happily, her hands behind her back, bouncing slightly in her step. The long-awaited feeling of comfort made her genuinely cheerful.
"Hey, put your clothes back on. You can't go out like that." Alistair looked at her exposed chest and felt a wave of exhaustion. Is she really this much of an airhead?
He wondered if she truly had a split personality. How else could a girl this ditzy be the class president? Was it just "dumb luck"? He subconsciously ignored the sharp, insightful Tomomi he had met earlier; his brain was currently too occupied with the girl who had just given him free milk.
"Huh? Oh! Right, I'm putting them on. Sorry, I forgot because it felt so good." Tomomi looked down. She was only wearing her unbuttoned white undershirt. She quickly grabbed her pink bra and school blazer, buttoning herself up.
"Phew. It still feels a bit tight. I should have bought a size larger. It's a bit uncomfortable." She tugged at her collar.
"You didn't mention that before. But yeah, it looks pretty tight." Alistair helped her straighten her clothes, taking the chance to brush against her and confirming the tension of the fabric.
"I don't know why. Since starting high school, they just keep growing. At my last check-up, I was already an H-cup." Tomomi pouted, clearly distressed by her growth.
"If other girls heard that, you'd be the most hated person in school. Every girl wants to be bigger, and here you are complaining," Alistair joked, casually switching to calling her by her first name, Tomomi.
"I think I already am. I'm definitely the biggest in our class." She glanced at him, noticing the change in address but not objecting to it.
"Not necessarily. If you count everyone in the room, there's one person who could give you a run for your money." Alistair thought of Ms. Shirakawa. Her size was also staggering—visually even more shocking than Tomomi's.
"You mean Ms. Shirakawa? She's a teacher; she's a whole generation older than us. You can't compare us. Wait... do you have a thing for the teacher?" Tomomi guessed instantly, sounding a bit annoyed. She didn't think a woman in her late twenties would be "competing" for Alistair.
"Maybe. But your potential is much higher," Alistair said, feeling a bit embarrassed at being caught.
"Hmph. Well, let's go. We'll sit in the infirmary for a bit. You probably don't know where it is, so I'll lead the way." Tomomi smirked, looking pleased. She straightened her uniform and led him out.