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🕑 Added 2025-01-17 02:05:11 +0000 UTCChapter 15: Is Your Order Milk? (2)
The sudden milking challenge began. I smiled contentedly at the line of waitresses following my orders.
"The common sense-altered world is the best!"
As an ordinary man, I was surrounded by beautiful women, freely milking them and ejaculating inside without consequences. My penis hardened at the thought. Seeing them compete for my attention made me feel like a king.
"Next is... you!"
"Thank you for choosing me! I'll work hard to produce milk for you!"
The waitresses' reactions were divided by my choice. The others started masturbating enviously, watching the chosen one approach me.
"I wish I could produce milk well too."
"I can squeeze tightly around your penis too."
"So jealous!"
Squelch squelch squelch.
Amidst the lewd sounds all around, the chosen waitress presented her bottom. I gently caressed her beautiful behind before thrusting in fully.
"Ohh! It's reaching my womb!"
"You're tighter than I expected."
Squelch! Splash! Splash!
Milk sprayed out as soon as I entered her. The rich scent of breast milk filled the air before I even started moving. I began with gentle thrusts as she adjusted, letting out soft breaths.
"How's my penis?"
"It's amazing! Should I be paying for such an incredible penis? It doesn't seem right to just receive it."
Money? That's worthless to me now. With my A++ grade penis, I'll receive support payments anyway. I care more about women than money - they're needed to satisfy my arousal.
"I think you're used to it now. I'll put it all the way in."
"Eh? You mean it wasn't fully in yet...?"
"That's right!"
"Ohhh!"
Splash! Splash! Splurt! Splurt!
As I thrust in to the base, milk and fluids sprayed out simultaneously. The sensation of pressing against her womb made my penis throb with male superiority and dominance. I slowly pulled back before slamming in again.
"Ungh! My womb is breaking!"
"It's fine. None of the women I've impregnated have broken yet."
This was true. Though they all claimed their wombs were breaking, days later I'd receive happy photos of them naked, holding positive pregnancy tests between their teeth. From my sister to the gyaru duo to the four urinals - I'd impregnated them all without fail. So I could confidently say:
"I'll prove it's safe by impregnating you today."
"C-can I really get pregnant? Really?"
"Of course!"
"Ahh! I got permission to get pregnant!"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
After giving permission, her womb clung tightly to my glans. I could feel her desperate desire to become pregnant and a mother. I pounded her roughly to fulfill her wish.
"Ohh! I'll become a mother! Please give me your thick semen!"
"Hurry up and think of a name for the baby!"
"Yes! I'll raise them to be a good child!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
I poured a womb full of potent semen into her.
Splash! Splash!
Her milk exploded out as if she sensed she was pregnant. After emptying my last drops, the waitress smiled and said:
"If it's a girl, I'll raise her to be a good onahole and send her to you!"
"I look forward to that."
I smiled wryly at her bold declaration of human trafficking - or rather, human transfer. It was insane to talk about raising her daughter as an onahole to send to the father, but I'd reached the point of accepting even this situation.
After pulling out, I admired how not a single drop of semen clung to my penis.
'What a greedy one.'
Her womb must have greedily devoured every last drop of semen. I wiped the remaining fluids on her bottom as I looked for my next partner.
'Hmm, they're all so good it's hard to choose.'
They were all beautiful enough to be celebrities, making it difficult to pick. Though I planned to do them all eventually, choosing the order was part of the fun. My eyes fell on the waitress with the smallest breasts. Even the smallest were still orange-sized due to the overall increase, but she stood out as noticeably smaller than the others.
"You're next!"
"Me? But there are better choices than me..."
Her hunched shoulders showed her lack of confidence. I was surprised by her hesitation after she'd boldly exposed her breasts earlier. But actions speak louder than words. When I rubbed my penis between her thighs, her unconfident face flushed red.
"So you don't want my penis?"
"N-no! If you'll use my pussy, I'll give it to you right away!"
The waitress finally presented her bottom at my urging. Honestly, I wasn't expecting much milk, planning to just enjoy her pussy. But as I entered her:
"Oh!"
"Huh?"
Splash! Splash!
An unbelievable amount of milk sprayed out. Even Jung Sahwa seemed surprised, setting down her coffee to look at the waitress impaled on my penis.
"Impressive. Even I don't produce that much."
"How desperately must you want to be a mother to gush out so much?"
"Ungh."
Becoming the unexpected milk queen, the waitress lowered her head shyly. But when I pounded her womb hard, she threw her head back.
"Ahh! Penis! Penis!"
"Tell me how badly you want to be a mother."
"Yes! Actually, I've wanted to be a mother since I was young!"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
The waitress sprayed milk as she revealed her lifelong dream of motherhood. Her lewd milk production seemed to stem from her desire to be a mother even before getting pregnant. As a man, I had to fulfill her wish. I embraced her and whispered in her ear:
"You're getting pregnant right now."
"Eek! Thank you! I'll definitely get pregnant!"
"Ungh!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
I hugged her tightly and ejaculated, filling her with semen. My penis seemed moved by her overflowing milk, pouring out an abundance of semen in return. After finishing my irresponsible creampie and pulling out, a final spray of milk burst forth.
"Ohhh!"
Splash! Splash!
The waitress who'd produced enough milk for four people now had a confident expression to match her swollen womb. I wiped my penis with her long hair before she asked breathlessly:
"Are you alright?"
"Hmm, I'm not particularly tired. Why?"
"I was worried you might get bored doing the same position repeatedly."
"...Huh?"
I hadn't considered that. The milking sex required the same position. We could try other positions if we gave up on the milk, but that wasn't an option!
"Or we could milk first and then have sex..."
"Rejected. Maybe if we'd done that from the start, but it wouldn't be fair to treat someone differently at this point."
It wouldn't be right for some to have milking sex while others had regular sex afterwards. I didn't want to create such unequal experiences. I kneaded the breasts of a waitress I hadn't taken yet, licking the drops of milk that leaked out. Embracing her, I declared:
"I'm going to have milking sex with every single one of you, without exception."
"I-is that okay?"
"Never mind that, just focus on squeezing my penis."
"Ah!"
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
The waitress came at my words, spraying fluids. I wasn't sure why she reacted that way, but I knew what I had to say:
"I won't leave a single drop behind, so be prepared."
"Yes! Milk me as much as you want!"
***
After milking sex with 10 waitresses, we'd filled two 15-liter pots. That's right, two. In other words, 10 waitresses produced 30 liters of milk.
'Did I come to a dairy farm instead of a cafe?'
The production was so high, they probably didn't need actual cows. I entrusted the milk to Jung Sahwa, who promised to pasteurize it and send it to my home later.
'Fresh milk is good, but I want to enjoy it for a long time.'
It was a bit disappointing, but necessary for long-term storage. Now that I'd taken all the waitresses, I was about to head home when one grabbed my hand.
"Thank you for helping us, customer."
"It was my pleasure."
"If you have time..."
She suddenly handed me a menu. Unlike the regular menu, this was a luxurious leather-bound book. Curious, I opened it to find a list of plays I could enjoy with the waitresses.
"This is...!"
"It's a secret menu for special customers. What do you think?"
"I have lots of time today!"
This was worth making time for even if I didn't have any. How could any man refuse such an intriguing menu? Accepting the offer, the waitress immediately led me away.
"Then I'll show you to the VIP room."
"Oho..."
We entered a hidden room through the staff area. Pink lighting, a unique atmosphere, and even alcohol that seemed out of place for a cafe. This was clearly a hostess club.
"Please choose your waitress on the tablet and tell her what you want. Then I'll be going..."
"Wait."
I stopped the waitress who was about to leave after her explanation. If I could choose any waitress, why not pick her? She happened to be the one with the largest breasts, perfect for the play I was most interested in. I pointed to an item on the menu.
"I'd like the waitress topping service."
"Yes, customer! I'll prepare right away."
The waitress left with a happy expression at being chosen. Looking around the room, I was shocked by the expensive alcohol prices.
'500,000 won for one bottle?'
That was half my monthly support payment for a single bottle of alcohol. I was stunned.
'Well, I don't really like alcohol anyway.'
That wasn't just an excuse - I'd never been much of a drinker. But the high price had definitely intimidated me. As I carefully avoided breaking any bottles, the waitress returned.
"Sorry for the wait! You can top me with these now."
"Oh, I can do it myself?"
She brought a cart with all kinds of toppings - whipped cream, chocolate syrup, caramel, even fresh fruit. I frowned at the mint chocolate syrup.
"Do you dislike mint chocolate? I can remove it."
"Yes, please."
It wasn't that I hated seeing it, but better to remove it to avoid accidentally using it. With the toppings prepared, I started applying whipped cream to the waitress lying on the bed. Though my technique couldn't compare to a professional's, I felt increasingly excited as I added more toppings.
"Alright, it's done."
The fully topped waitress looked sweet enough to induce diabetes just from looking. But even if I got diabetes today, I was determined to enjoy this full topping waitress!
"Then please enjoy, customer!"
"Thank you for the meal!"
I eagerly dived in, licking the cream-covered breasts. Her erect nipples greeted me beneath the toppings. I swirled my tongue around them, savoring the contrast of sweet and salty flavors.
"The toppings are good, but you taste delicious too."
"Fufu! Even if that's just flattery, I'm happy."
Sweet and salty is a classic combination. In other words, this full topping waitress might be the ultimate dessert. With that thought, I savored the toppings - starting from her breasts, moving to her armpits, groin, and finally sharing a cream-covered kiss. After enjoying all the toppings, the waitress smiled seductively and said:
"Did you enjoy? Then shall we move on to the next service?"
"What are you talking about? There's still dessert left."
"Dessert? Ah!"
How could I finish with such a delicious dessert still waiting? This was just the beginning. As I vigorously kneaded her breasts, she finally understood my meaning and spread her arms.
"Then please enjoy your final dessert, customer! Ohh!"
Squelch!
I thrust in to the base without hesitation. Her pussy tightened in surprise before quickly molding to my shape, as if declaring itself my property. I held her hips and started moving slowly, making her large breasts bounce dramatically.
"What lewd breasts. Just how big are they?"
"Ohh! They're K-cups!"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
I buried my face in her K-cup breasts as I thrust. The lingering sweetness from the toppings tickled my nose. Intoxicated by the scent, I pounded her roughly. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, panting:
"Ahh! Customer! Please pour your thick penis milk inside me!"
"Ungh!"
"Eek!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
At her request, I filled her womb to overflowing. I held the twitching waitress close as I squeezed out my last drops. Feeling slightly drained, I pulled out. Semen flowed from her gaping pussy.
"Hehe, thank you! My belly feels so full now!"
"Oh? Then I guess you can't eat this?"
I drizzled chocolate syrup over my penis and presented it to her. Like a dog seeing a treat, her tongue automatically darted out.
"Penis! Chocolate topped penis!"
"Didn't you say you were full? Then I guess you don't need..."
"Mmph!"
Slurp!
She hurriedly took my penis in her mouth, not wanting to miss out. Though the chocolate was gone after the first pass, she continued sucking eagerly, clearly more interested in the penis than the topping.
"Your penis tastes so good! I want to keep sucking!"
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Even after the chocolate was completely gone, the waitress didn't stop. If anything, she sucked more greedily, as if the syrup had been a hindrance. Thanks to her efforts, I felt my climax approaching rapidly.
"Here's one last topping - semen!"
"Mmph! Mrgh! Mmm!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
I thrust deep into her throat, pouring semen directly into her stomach. After finishing, I pulled out my penis that had been blocking her throat. The waitress swallowed hard before speaking:
"Thank you for the meal. Burp"
A good semen burp echoing on my penis. Now that I'd enjoyed the topping service, it was time to move on to the next item. As I had the waitress continue sucking my penis, I leisurely perused the menu for our next activity.
