The apartment was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the mini-fridge and the occasional sigh from one of the two women curled against Haruto on his too-small bed.
Aiko lay on his left, head pillowed on his shoulder, one arm draped possessively across his chest. Her borrowed T-shirt had ridden up; the hem barely covered the tops of her thighs. Every slow breath she took made her heavy breasts press against his side, nipples still faintly damp and leaking tiny beads that soaked into his skin.
Mrs. Sato—Reiko, she'd whispered earlier between shaky kisses—was on his right. She'd shed her ruined blouse and bra sometime during the chaos; now she wore only her skirt (hiked up around her waist) and a pair of thigh-high stockings that had somehow survived the frenzy. Her newly expanded chest rose and fell in gentle waves, each exhale accompanied by a soft trickle of milk that ran down her sternum and pooled in the dip of her navel.
Haruto stared at the ceiling. Again.
He felt like he should be panicking. Instead he mostly felt… full. Warm. Strangely content. The system's "Enhanced Recovery" passive was working overtime—his body already felt rested, muscles loose, erection half-hard again despite the marathon. His mind, however, was still lagging several steps behind.
The blue screen hovered patiently, as if waiting for him to catch up.
**[Current Status]**
**[User: Haruto Tanaka – Level 3 – Journeyman Milker]**
**[Harem Count: 2 / ?]**
**[Active Bonds]**
**– Aiko Hayashi (Tier S): Loyalty locked. Daily craving threshold reached. Secondary aura emitter.**
**– Reiko Sato (Tier B+): Loyalty rising. First-session imprint complete. Lactation cycle stabilized.**
**[Milk Aura Radius: 10 meters. Ambient thirst probability: +38%. Building-wide contamination risk: Moderate.]**
**[Pending Notification: Unclaimed upgrade point ×1. New skill available for preview.]**
He mentally prodded the "new skill" prompt.
**[Skill Preview: Milk Transfer (Lv.1)]**
**Description: User can channel stored upgrade essence through bodily fluids (saliva, semen, breast milk if User develops lactation). Transfer potency = 30% of consumed volume. Cooldown: 2 hours per target.**
**Warning: Repeated transfers accelerate bond deepening and may trigger dependency loops.**
Haruto closed the window with a thought. He wasn't ready to think about "dependency loops" right now.
Aiko stirred first.
She stretched like a cat, back arching, breasts sliding against him with deliberate slowness. A fresh droplet of her milk rolled down and dripped onto his nipple. She noticed, smirked, and leaned down to lick it off with a slow swirl of her tongue.
"Morning wood already?" she murmured, voice husky from earlier screaming. Her hand slipped lower, fingers wrapping loosely around his growing length. "Or is it afternoon wood? Time's blurry when you're getting railed by your childhood friend and your landlady."
Reiko made a small, embarrassed noise and buried her face against Haruto's shoulder.
"I still can't believe… I just… walked in and…"
Aiko reached across Haruto to stroke Reiko's hair. "You didn't just walk in. You smelled the milk. Then you saw my tits leaking through your favorite tenant's shirt. Then you drank. Then you begged. It's a very logical sequence."
Reiko whimpered. "I've never… done anything like that. Not even with my husband…"
Aiko's expression softened—just a fraction. She leaned over and kissed Reiko gently on the forehead. "Hey. No shame here. This milk stuff? It's rewriting the rules. We're all in it together now."
Haruto finally found his voice. "Speaking of rules… we can't keep doing this in my room. Someone's going to hear. Or smell. Or… I don't know, spontaneously combust from secondhand thirst."
As if on cue, a soft knock sounded at the door.
Three gentle taps. Polite. Hesitant.
Then a voice—younger, female, nervous.
"Um… Haruto-senpai? It's me, Yuna. From 403. I… I think I spilled something in the hallway and it smells really good. Like… really good. Can I borrow your bathroom? Mine's out of soap and I don't want to track it everywhere…"
Aiko sat up instantly, eyes gleaming.
Reiko tensed.
Haruto groaned. "No. Absolutely not. We are not—"
Aiko was already off the bed, tugging her shorts back on (they barely zipped over her widened hips now). "Too late. Aura's at ten meters. She's already hooked."
She padded to the door barefoot, cracked it open just enough to peek out.
Yuna stood in the hallway in oversized hoodie, bike shorts, and messy twin-tails. Second-year at the same university as Haruto—art major, painfully shy, always sketching in the stairwell when she thought no one was looking. Right now her cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated, fingers twisting the hem of her hoodie.
She sniffed the air like a puppy. "Senpai… it's stronger here. Did you… bake something? Or… spill cream?"
Aiko smiled her sweetest, most predatory smile. "Come in, Yuna-chan. We've got plenty."
Yuna hesitated—then stepped inside without another word.
The door clicked shut.
The moment she crossed the threshold, the system lit up like a casino slot machine.
**[Secondary Target Acquired: Nakamura Yuna]**
**[Milk Aura Exposure: Prolonged (ambient residue + bonded targets emitting)]**
**[Current Thirst Probability: 94%. Craving intensity: Extreme.]**
**[Applying Initial Contact Bonus…]**
**[No direct consumption yet. Passive upgrade priming in progress.]**
Yuna's eyes went straight to the bed.
She saw Haruto (shirtless, boxers tented), Reiko (half-naked, milk-streaked, flushed), Aiko (grinning like she'd won the lottery).
Yuna squeaked.
Then her gaze locked on Aiko's chest—still barely contained by the borrowed T-shirt, nipples visibly hard and leaking through the fabric.
"Oh… oh wow…"
Aiko stepped closer. "You like them? They're new. Haru's milk did that."
Yuna swallowed hard. "M-milk…?"
Aiko reached out, took Yuna's hand, and guided it to her own breast. Yuna's fingers sank into soft flesh immediately. A tiny spurt of milk escaped around her palm.
Yuna gasped. Her free hand flew to her mouth—then, almost unconsciously, she brought the wet fingers to her lips and licked.
The taste hit her like lightning.
Her knees buckled.
Reiko was there in an instant, catching her under the arms and guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Easy, sweetheart," Reiko murmured, voice surprisingly gentle. "It hits hard the first time."
Yuna's breathing came in short pants. "I feel… hot. Everywhere. My chest… it's tingling…"
Sure enough, her hoodie began to tent. Slowly at first—then faster. The soft mounds beneath pushed outward, stretching the thick fabric. She wasn't wearing a bra (classic art-student move); nipples poked through like eager little points. Within thirty seconds she'd gone from modest B-cups to plush, bouncing DDs that strained the zipper of her hoodie halfway down.
She whimpered, hands cupping herself instinctively.
"So… full…"
Aiko knelt in front of her. "Let's get you out of that."
Together—Aiko and Reiko—they peeled the hoodie off. Yuna's new breasts bounced free, pale and flushed, areolas already darkening and spreading. A single bead of milk appeared at the tip of one nipple.
Yuna stared down at herself in disbelief.
Then she looked at Haruto.
"Senpai… please…"
Haruto had given up resisting thirty seconds ago.
He moved forward, gentle, careful. He cupped one breast—warm, heavy, trembling. When he brushed his thumb over her nipple, Yuna cried out and arched. Milk sprayed in a thin arc, landing on his chest.
Aiko laughed softly. "She's a natural."
Reiko guided Yuna to lie back. Haruto followed, settling between her thighs. Yuna's bike shorts were soaked through; he could see the outline of her swollen folds.
Aiko tugged the shorts down while Reiko kissed Yuna's neck, whispering soothing nonsense.
When Yuna was bare, Haruto leaned down and took one leaking nipple into his mouth.
Yuna screamed—pleasure, not pain. Her hips bucked. Milk flooded his tongue—thinner than Aiko's, sweeter, almost floral.
Reiko took the other breast. Together they drank while Aiko's fingers found Yuna's clit, circling slowly, teasing.
Yuna came almost immediately—back bowing, thighs clamping around Haruto's head, a gush of wetness coating the sheets.
But she didn't stop trembling.
"More," she begged. "Please… I need… inside…"
Haruto rose up. Aiko helped guide him—lining him up, stroking him once, twice, spreading Yuna's slickness over his length.
When he pushed in, Yuna's eyes rolled back.
"So… big… so full…"
He moved slowly at first—letting her adjust. Every thrust made her breasts bounce and leak; milk ran in rivulets down her sides.
Aiko straddled Yuna's face—facing Haruto—lowering herself until Yuna's tongue found her dripping core. Yuna moaned into her, lapping eagerly.
Reiko knelt beside them, kissing Haruto deeply while her hands roamed—stroking Yuna's clit, pinching nipples, collecting milk on her fingers and feeding it to whoever was closest.
The room filled with wet sounds, muffled cries, the rhythmic slap of skin.
Yuna came again—harder—walls fluttering around Haruto. Aiko followed, grinding down, flooding Yuna's mouth.
Haruto couldn't hold back. He buried himself deep and spilled inside her with a groan.
They collapsed in a sweaty, milky heap.
The system chimed—louder than ever.
**[Group Milking Session (Triple) Complete]**
**[User Level Up: Level 4 – Master Milker Initiate]**
**[Harem Count: 3 / ?]**
**[New Bond: Nakamura Yuna – Tier A]**
**[New Passive: Overflow Protection – Excess milk production now redistributes to nearest bonded target instead of external leakage.]**
**[Aura Radius: 15 meters. Building contamination level: High. External attention probability: Rising.]**
**[Urgent Alert: Multiple unbonded females now approaching. Prepare for containment or escalation.]**
Outside the door, footsteps echoed in the hallway—several sets.
Voices murmured.
"Is that… moaning?"
"Smells like a dessert factory exploded…"
Aiko lifted her head from Yuna's chest, milk glistening on her lips.
She grinned at Haruto.
"Guess we're out of time for subtlety."
Reiko sighed, already reaching for her discarded skirt.
Yuna just curled closer to Haruto, whispering, "Senpai… can we do that again? Soon?"
Haruto closed his eyes.
Somewhere downstairs, the building's buzzer rang.
He had the distinct feeling the milk supply in the entire apartment complex was about to become a very serious problem.
To be continued in Chapter 4: Cream Overflow
(End of Chapter 3)
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