Tragic Loss, Lasting Torment


In a bedroom specifically decorated for kids, Kotonoha carefully cradles an infant from the bassinet, and comforts him: "What's wrong, Koto-chan? Hungry? Want okaa-san's milk?"

This is her son, Kotonari, only a few months old. As if responding to his mother's cooing, Kotonari stops crying and, with a coo of his own, extends his tiny arms to her, or rather, to her prominent bosom.

"You're smiling, so cute." Kotonoha smiles back: "Just a second." Sitting down and unwrapping the towel, the mother reveals the sweet-scented "milk-tanks" to her son, and he quickly latches to the left nipple. A gasp and a low groan from the mother as the tender nub and a small part of its surrounding are enveloped into warmth and wetness, Kotonari seems always prefer the left one despite his mother gives equal opportunities of breastfeeding to both breasts all the time, one of the many traits he takes from his father.

The baby starts suckling, swallowing the first gulp of the nectarous milk and immediately goes for more without a pause, Kotonoha feels her left nipple is being gently pulled and released in a cyclical manner, way more exciting and comforting than her own fingers and palms, and she can't help to start trembling and moaning in a low voice.

"Good boy, good boy, drink as much as you can. Okaa-san has more than enough for you."

Kotonari keeps helping himself, guess that's why this infant is so healthy and strong, must be fed very well by his mother. Kotonoha senses her left breast is responding to the sensations channeled from her son's oral, as more mammary fluid moves through the hypersensitive mountain of tender flesh, brushing the mammary gland lobules and the lactiferous ducts from inside, stimulating the milk-pores too. The right breast also is showing signs, albeit being less pleasant, mainly a mild swell, and the discharge of milk seems a little stronger due to being not in use. The outcome of such ice-and-fire feelings is another orgasm is building up, instead this one should be rated as "moderate" instead of minor.

Kotonari is still suckling his mother, swallowing milk as much as he can and letting the excessive to dribble from his mouth's corners, thanks to Kotonoha for emptying her breasts beforehand, otherwise the output would be too overwhelming for him to handle. Occasionally the baby-boy unintentionally licks the rock-hard nipple, grazing its surface with his tiny tongue's warm, wet, slightly rugged coating. Kotonoha moans louder and trembles more as an electrification-resembling sensation is spreading from her left nipple to the entire body, which is heating up in an alarming rate, not to mention feminine fluid is dipping from the private sector between her thighs, which are rubbing against each other. The mother's mind is also sliding into some trance-like status, and in her eyes, the suckling baby's face gradually melts away, changing to a teenage male's face of tremendous familiarity.

Makoto Itou, Kotonari's father.

Then just a few seconds to the flashpoint, suddenly Kotonoha's eyes snap open as the stimulation is abruptly cut off, because Kotonari, having had enough milk, detaches from the "refueling node". She sighs lamentably, but feels lucky for the "pulling the fuse" at the last minute, despite being in a…unfulfilled condition, for the "sequence" is canceled just before "completion" like pushing the kill switch button: Torso is hot and itchy, breath and heartbeat are disordered, love-juice is spreading on thighs…last but not least, both breasts are uncomfortably distended and are leaking, while the left one is more numb than aching, especially its nipple, being overly rigid and feels like paralyzed from inside. She immediately left for bathroom with the baby in arms, after carefully wiping the spilled milk from his face and gently patting his back for promoting digestion, for cleansing themselves.


Night. Heavy rain is hitting the windows from outside, but the noise is effectively muffled thanks to the thick layers of glass. Inside the windows, everything is dyed yellowish orange by the light from the lamp, and the milky fragrance adds fervent vibes to the coziness of the in-door atmosphere. Kotonoha, in an off-white, sleeveless and backless nightgown with a frontal low-cut, is singing a cradlesong and is patting Kotonari to sleep, then watches the sleeping little boy with blissfulness: "Koto-chan, you look more and more like Makoto-kun." Indeed, Kotonari is born to her and Makoto, of course he bears the chromosomes passed down from both of them, and in fictional universes it seems quite easy to identify an infant's biological parents by facial recognition. Gently kissing the baby's forehead, Kotonoha prepares herself to bed, and the last item on the pre-sleep checklist is…bathing. More beautiful and voluptuous a female or a bishoujo (びしょうじょ/美少女) is, more frequently she takes baths, especially in summer, this is an established axiom in fictional universes, or just call it a fundamental component of fan-servicing. An objective truth is this franchise of media exists primarily for fan-servicing, or explicit sexual contents, nothing more and nothing new. Of course the in-universe reason says otherwise, that is, letdown reflex, a common phenomenon seen among lactating women, generally a (uncontrollable) release of milk in response of an infant's presence or any sexual stimulus, and in Kotonoha's case even merely thinking about her son or her son's father can put her overproduction in further overdrive, hence validating the necessarily of more densely-arranged body-cleansing.

After testing the temperature of the water in the bathtub, mixed with bath-spices, and with petals of roses floating on the surface, the goddess lets the nightgown to slip down her torso. Her current lingerie is consisted by a pair of black lacy triangle-knickers, plus a black lacy shelf-bra unfitting like the previous one, yet its cupless design, for exposing the breasts as much as possible, leaving majority of the mammary flesh unconstrained, which definitely feels a lot more comfortable, also looks way more erotic for being strained on a tiny portion of each boob's underside, around the inframammary fold, making these twins to be even more forward-protruding than usual. After removing milk-pads, Kotonoha places her hands under the milk-laden mammary-mountains as if to examine the swell and the weight, her son's extremely good appetite is insignificant next to the capacity she offers, and her body never bothers adjusting this imbalance, now she just wishes Makoto being here to help like her father helping her mother. Sighing ruefully, the ultra-busty belle feels her gigantic and firm boobs start to ache internally, and the air is oversaturated with the fragrance of the milk spraying out from the tips of stiffening nipples like fountains, if it weren't for Koto-chan or Makoto-kun, she may never make peace with such hypertrophy and hyperlactation, genetic signature of being an epitome of both femininity and maternity, encoded in the chromosomes run through her family, according to Manami's words.

Sitting in the bathtub and soaking herself to the elbows, Kotonoha has her hair bound in a large bun behind her head, leaving only two threads cascade from temples to collarbones, then slide sideward along the curves of her bosom. Having been affected by the watery hotness for a sufficient duration, her flawless skin shows a slight pinkish hue, and is dotted with pearl-like beads. Listening to the sound of falling rain that amplifies the tranquility of night, the bearer of the goddess-grade body leans backwards as her mind drifts back in time.


Her menarche came months before entering the fifth year of elementary school, premature or belated, Kotonoha never knew, but she do acknowledged herself is different from others, since her physique initiated metamorphosis way earlier than the arrival of the first menstruation, especially the rapid growing breasts that made the clothes for little girls too strained on chest, training bras were phased out quickly, then domestic ones. Anticipating this, Manami brought her a number of foreign-made brassieres, luxury European and North American brands, their extra-large cups absent among Japanese products solved the size issue temperately, and raised new ones, as their "adult" designs were obviously out of place on a pupil, thus attracted unwanted, even hostile notice from female classmates, in changing rooms before and after PE lessons; as for the boys, they just ogled her with lechery, further increasing the hostility from other girls. One more pivotal factor also gravely impedes Kotonoha's in-campus relationships, that is, the galactorrhea, another gifted curse passed down genetically and she doesn't want anyone to know, and to do this she often disappears during the recesses between classes, for self-milking, changing milk-pads even bras, in hidden places, and to excuse herself from activities of PE lessons all the time, inadvertently making every female student to believe she's too good to be with them.

So as her bust-size, cup-size and lactation increase, Kotonoha further and further takes refuge in her own little world, suppressing and concealing all social demands inside herself, which in turn, causing the external hostility to be worsened to make her even more introverted, and the vicious circle went on…until Makoto Itou entering her life, the one who confessed his feelings to her and coincidentally, she also harbored feelings to him. Their relationship as lovers quickly progressed, and on that particular day, she offered her virginity to him.

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A weekend in the second semester of the first year in Sakakino Gakuen, Kotonoha and Makoto carry out a plan to spend their private time in a famous hot spring hotel located in deep mountains. An activity not approved by her parents, but not relevant since they're in a business trip in China, and Kokoro agrees to say zip, not to mention Makoto's mother is also always absent for working as medical staff.

Normally, by using her parents' connections, Kotonoha can summon a free transportation, book the best suite and service with fees nullified, but since her parents aren't going to acknowledge how their firstborn daughter spends this weekend, also acting out of being her boyfriend, Makoto does all arrangements and pays all bills himself — don't be fooled by his rather "generic" specs in appearance, this boy is an accomplished and award-winning tailor and jeweler with years of participation in fashion and jewelry designs as highly profitable part-time, resulting himself being sufficiently wealthy to sustain an above-average living standard of a nuclear family, maybe even better.

Makoto is sitting in the private hot spring pool associated to their suite — generally a yard on a hilltop surrounded by a chain of rock formation in order to guarantee both a good view and an excellent seclusion. Faint footsteps, Kotonoha makes her entry and sits next to the boy, also unwraps herself from towel during the same process, the direct outcome is her boyfriend's instant memorization by the nudity of the nude goddess unrevealed in front of his eyes…especially to her breasts both rumored and proved unchallengeable among all females in the campus.

A pair of objects of nonesuch, with perfect shape and flawless skin of the snowiness of top-tier chinaware, emanating both an ambrosial feminine aroma and an ambrosian milky fragrance, also firm enough to refuse succumbing to gravity, suffering neither ptosis nor pseudoptosis despite not supported by a brassiere. Blushed by her lover's stare, the non-blonde Super-Barbie tries to shield her chest with her arms, only to bring adverse effect, as her arms are only good in contrasting her bosom's massiveness. Speak of massiveness, even a stalwart adult male's fully-extended hands can only cover a minimum fraction of her boobs' superficial areas and if observe from straight behind to her back with her arms raised and her hair lifted, more than half of these priceless entities can be seen, not to mention the tightly-closed, unfathomable canyon between the heavenly twins, seems they're competing with each other for superiority and are locked in a stalemate. Before going into the hot spring, Makoto inspected Kotonoha's bra when she was changing, its tag said "Bust: 102, Cup: K", now he's absolutely positive it should be added with another four centimeters and two cups — it's natural for someone so talented in tailoring and jewelry-making to have the uncanny ability of ascertaining others' body measurements via merely visual confirmation or hand-contact. He also wonders how a waist less than fifty-five centimeters in measurement can afford a bust of this magnitude, maybe life is just more mysterious than he thinks; but one thing is for sure that not only males' rationalities will be pulverized in an instant, females' are critically endangered too.

After repositioning the goddess' arms to more "convenient" positions via grabbing and moving her wrists, Makoto beams even further, for discovering long and large nipples with the color of rubies, like fully-ripen strawberries, are standing in the very center of the modestly puffy areolae which have the same color and are three-and-a-half-times-wider in diameter. On the other hand, he's not surprised about the milk flowing from the tips of her stiffen nipples, either a response to the stare from him, the heat from hot spring or the pressure unintentionally added to her breasts when she tried to shield her bosom by arms. In fact Makoto will think it's strange if Kotonoha doesn't lactate given her "assets".

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That day was so wonderful… A blissfully smiling Kotonoha places both hands on her crimson cheeks like a maiden in love.

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The couple is sharing a kissing frenzy, and the female seems is enjoying the activity more than the male, judging from her trance-like expression. Suddenly Kotonoha's eyes widen since Makoto no longer kisses her lips, but pecks on her chin, neck, shoulders, collars…something she never experiences yet doesn't feel like to resist. The boy slowly and gently pins the goddess backwards, resulting her lying on a large flat rock with her flexible torso to bend slightly backwards, looks like a sheep on altar or a fish on chopping board. A side effect of such posture is Kotonoha's already-spectacular breasts are even more alluring, too much for one's sense can handle, so Makoto decides to succumb himself into her cleavage.

Kotonoha almost can't help exclaiming upon feeling the sudden invasion initiated by her lover between her breasts, and her breasts are too large and too firm to compromise, since no matter how hard he forces his way in, still too far from reaching the mysterious bottom of the mammary abyss. Inhaling the integration of the feminine and milky fragrances, plus another intoxicating redolence spreading from the girl's mammary-mountains, the meaty rod on the boy's groin turns into a towering petrous pillar; and on the other hand, the pressure and temperature from his nuzzling cheeks, his burning breath, warm kisses and wet licks, are excessively sufficient to give her organisms, for sensitivity-wise, the sectors of a female's breasts inside the cleavage ("intermammary cleft" to be formal in anatomy) is only next to nipples and areolae, also for she's completely new to such stuff, both physiologically and psychologically.

Makoto shifts his targeting again, sticking out tongue to administrate stimulation on the mountain-top of Kotonoha's left breast — simply poking against the areola for starters, followed by slowly circling around the nipple and avoiding contacts it during the process, also savoring the indescribable daintiness of the milk and the unique sweetness from the tit. Kotonoha moans loudly, can't keep up her lover's pace as her voice is in discontinuousness with her flexible spine bends further backwards as if to proactively offer her milk-tanks to him. Time to change the technique again, Makoto uses his tongue to fiddle the nipple like playing with one of the sticks on a game controller and in turn, Kotonoha keeps moaning louder and louder, with her body burning like an oven and shaking violently, her head also shakes with eyes tightly closed, both nipples are stiffened to the maximum extent with more milk pouring out, and it's not difficult to picture how lubricated her vagina is at this time.

After the ensuing organism of the female side, the couple looks intently into each other's eyes as cooling themselves down, and both of them want more, clearly expressed by their expressions. Wasting no time, Makoto captures Kotonoha's left nipple and inner section of left areola into his mouth, immediately is awarded with a mouthful of mammary fluid, as if dedicated to him for the swallowing and he does so — finally her milk which never functions as it's meant to, finds a life to nourish, even not her offspring — at least this is how Makoto interprets and subsequently opts to suckle her left nipple like a starving infant, prompting even more milk to be unleashed either spontaneously or forcedly, either into his oral or into the air, driving his lactating girlfriend into orgasms one after another.

The boy keeps suckling, switching between the breasts in rotation and supplementing with groping, and she's completely stripped of strength, trapped in the trance of unprecedented and unceasing pleasure originated from her bosom. Makoto's penis has gotten even more vicious, like a darkened crimson column raising from the dense bush of pubic hairs, directly facing Kotonoha's tender, hairless, love-juice pouring labium majus (greater lips of pudendum). Then he proceeds inside her, after acquiring her permission. The sudden plugging of penis resulting Kotonoha to scream and to further bend her torso backwards again, it's a miracle her spine is still holding, meanwhile Makoto is forced to stop feeding because of the overwhelming momentum and excessive volume of her erupting milk, therefore being solely focused in raking her virginity. Feminine fluid and succus prostaticus splash from the contact area of the piston movement, mixed with virgin blood, every push her lover makes feels like crucifixion, the combined sensation of milk-unleashing and vagina-penetrating has overtaken her brain activities, heating up her head like scrambling eggs.

Suddenly the goddess screams as her cunt tightens up as if having thoughts of its own, at the same blink searing-hot semen is eject into her womb, once, twice, thrice…as well as the jets-forming amrita squirts from her nipples. Both of them are covered by milk, sweat, and to a lesser extent, fluids secreted by their genitals, and they immediately move forward to the next round of physical communion since…well, since his "blade" is still conveniently sheathed in her "scabbard". They have a ton of sex until midnight and find themselves obsessed to it, probably can be attributed to a particular position of him having both her nipples sucked simultaneously while thrusting his penis inside her vagina, doing so not only doubles, even triples the pleasure for both, also effectively replenishes himself for the much needed nutrition for the protracted warfare.

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After a discussion following the fleshliness of that day, Makoto and Kotonoha agreed to satisfy each other whenever a need arises. However the exceedingly frequent intercourse had its consequence, even both of them took protections, but one can't keep shoes dry if walking on riverbanks all the time, months later Kotonoha found herself pregnant.

Makoto was willing to take the responsibility after acknowledging his girlfriend's pregnancy, and his mother was overjoyed for going to be grandmother, so be Itaru for going to be aunt. On the other hand, Kotonoha's parents, although initially unhappy, greenlit the marriage between their daughter and their future son-in-law, after analyzing pros and cons, while Kokoro was very excited for her "moving up in the ranks". In order to avoid any complexities, the couple submitted requests of a one-year suspension of schooling and moved together, to a high-grade suite of serviced apartment Makoto purchased with his savings for cohabitation and upcoming parenting, also as a goodwill of faithfulness to his fiancée and her tycoon parents. In following days, Kotonoha rested in their new home and was being taken care by Makoto for his expertise of housekeeping, who was also continuing with the previous part-time for securing current and future finance. The wedding was planned to be held after their child's birth, the soon-to-be bridegroom even handcrafted both of them the clothes and rings for the ceremony.

For a time, it was good…until the day of tragic loss.

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Makoto is out to meet some clients, leaving Kotonoha alone at home, and she decides to do some exercises, which is good to both herself and the fetus, in the swimming pool. Yes, their apartment comes with a swimming pool, because it's actually a penthouse flat, naturally a roof-platform is included in the utilization area and already has a swimming pool and associated accessories installed before being sold. In the bathroom, Kotonoha is changing into a swimsuit Makoto specifically handmade for her — as a tailor and jeweler, it's undoubted for him to take over all her fashions and ornaments, including underwear and swimsuits (for example all outfits and lingerie mentioned previously), and in return, her goddess-grade body is a perfect model for testing these designs, some of them are even quite erotic for obvious reasons, like this bikini he handcrafted half a month ago. Both its lower and upper garments barely cover very little areas over her genitalia and breasts, respectively, not to mention the straps and bands are so thin, almost "stealth". In short, this is in fact a "microkini" and appears merely as three elongated and narrow triangles of marine blue, decorated with tiny sakura-like motifs of white.

In most cases a pregnant woman only starts to show her belly since the beginning of second trimester, or the fourth month of gestation, so observe closely, Kotonoha's abdomen is slightly swollen for being pregnant for fourteen weeks, and the perfect hourglass shape of her torso isn't distinctively compromised for the time being thanks to the default slenderness of her physique, still the lower garment of the microkini, also known as "thong" or "G-string", can be felt a little tight. Something other also explicitly reminds Kotonoha a new life is ripening inside her and her body is preparing for the offspring, like her hips already very round and firm before gravidity, are becoming more so, together with swollen abdomen and slim waist, such combination can be quite sexually excitatory to males from a certain point of view.

Of course the most blood-boiling factor to ignite a male's animal desire is none other than the goddess' breasts — although being constantly stimulated sexually by Makoto, especially erotic breastfeeding him and being milked/massaged by him, do enlarges their dimensions and amplifies their milk-secretion, still falls short of the influence brought by carrying a baby. Ever since entering the first trimester, Kotonoha feels her boobs grow at a phenomenal rate like two huge mounds of white dough undergoing fermentation, as if a new episode of puberty instead being way more potent. Now her bust-size and cup-size are same as Manami' s, maybe even a little bigger, resulting the upper garment of her current microkini, commonly known as "top", too strained to be worn, despite being ideally-fit just half a month earlier; mammary glands are further profoundly developing as well, enabling more and more milk to be produced and to inflate the internal tissue when the product is excessively accumulated, projecting through behind areolae to make them puffier than usual, also to automatically stream out from nipple-tips.

Under daylight's abundant illumination of natural origin, it's clearly seen although maintaining the perfect shape and firm loftiness, this pair of heavenly entities had already begun demonstrating signs of the readiness for motherhood, being fleshier and more elastic upon touch, the sensitivity also goes up for the nipples are always erecter than usual by themselves, as if simply brushing with air is a turn-on. Kotonoha admires her mammary organs in the mirror, and ponders how enormous they'll reach and how productive they can get, plus how the feeling of breastfeeding her child will be and how it differentiates from breastfeeding her lover, also is excited by the prospect of having them suckle her simultaneously. Meanwhile she's pleased to confirm that just like her mother, blood vessels and Montgomery glands remain invisible as always, so there're no veins under the snowy skin and no bumps/dots on the areolae, preserving their flawlessness and smoothness, which is undoubtedly magnificent.

The goddess is trying hard to close the straps after putting the top on, after an extensive self-milking to soften her breasts as best as she can, since it's the latest one Makoto tailored for her, if there's no joy from it, neither other options will do any good. The continued struggle of persuading her boobs to fit the top or convincing the top to fit her boobs ends in snapping the straps. Although this slight setback does little impact to the plan of using the swimming pool given its nature of being private, but Kotonoha immediately has an intuition of unpleasantness, something ominous is going to happen.

And her bad feeling is proved not superstitious. Local police station calls in late afternoon, the officer in the phone speaks with a grievous tone, telling Kotonoha that her fiancé Makoto Itou is dead, stabbed by someone named Sekai Saionji, who obviously is mentally challenged, claiming herself has an affair with him and is carrying his child. The perpetrator runs in panic after committing the murder and is squashed by an armored vehicle affiliated to JSDF, when she's crossing a street without paying attention to traffic lights. Autopsy reveals this Sekai Saionji's self-proclaimed "pregnancy" was nothing more than an endocrine system disorder commonly known as "pseudocyesis", ouch, that really sucks and what a creepy way to go.

Neither Sekai being flattened by a main battle tank, nor by a self-propelled artillery, will bring Makoto back, and after the funeral, both Makoto's mother and Kotonoha's parents suggest she should consider abortion and finding another man, for she's too young to be held back by a posthumous child, but Kotonoha insists to keep the baby since it's the most precious thing Makoto left for her. Six months later she gives birth to a boy and names him "Kotonari" in the memory of Makoto.

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Kotonoha wipes tears off her eyes and cheeks. Being a single mother is never easy, however the uneasiness in her case isn't finance-related nor schooling-related. As the cream of the crop in Sakakino Gakuen, catching up missed lessons and skipping grades to enroll in a university are a piece of cake; also being backed up by her wealthy family and inheriting the impressive fortune left by her deceased fiancé, she can literally buy anything she wants, meanwhile those can't be acquired by spending money, for example family bond, can be naturally supplied by her parents and sister. But there's one thing even loving relatives are unable to provide, that is, the comfort from the significant other, both mental and carnal, and there isn't a clear boundary between these two aspects. More importantly, Kotonoha and Makoto had long since tuned to each other's "pattern", not to mention due to her pregnancy, there have been a lengthy blank in their sexual life, and they planned to compensate it after her puerperium. Even the bathtub is designed for this purpose — being spacious enough for two adults, undoubtedly the couple would do more than mere bathing when taking a bath, now such convenience and prospect, along with all clothes and jewels Makoto handcrafted for her, are reminders of grave torment, speak of a cruel irony.

You promised to stay by my side forever…

Reeling from deep sorrow, Kotonoha looks to the ceiling and cries in silence, feeling her heart hurts so badly as if being gouged out and such psychological distress affects other organs too, for the breasts are also in pain — not only as a response to acutely fluctuating emotions, also as the result of the oversupplying milk is disturbing inside this double-set of icebergs like rioting lava in two volcanoes on the verge of eruption, further evidenced by the super-erected nipples and the mammary fluid auto-spraying from them, even the surrounding water is being gradually dyed the into milky opaque.

Makoto-kun would definitely go crazy upon seeing my current look…

Like mother like daughter, pregnancy and delivery never deteriorate Kotonoha's body, instead make it brimming with grandeur more than ever: Skin with top-tier chinaware-like flawlessness and snowiness, long and curvaceous legs, round and firm hips, flat belly with sexy navel and slender waist with a fabulous measurement below 55 centimeters, serving as the polar contrast to the stupendous bosom, where the Rule of the Progressing Specialization soundly manifests, in the form of 132cm bust-size and Z-cup at least, perfect shape with gravity-defying firmness and loftiness, exquisite and aroma-emanating flesh as if coagulated milk, alluringly tightly-closed and unfathomable cleavage, seductively beautiful nipples and areolae of ruby's color…above all, being constantly overladen with life-nourishing white nectar. It's a shame now there're no targets for this weapon of mass destruction of hers to make the most of its ever-amplifying lethality.

If…if Makoto-kun is here…

Unconsciously, Kotonoha's fingers touch her breasts, just a slight contact makes her moaning and shivering, and naturally far from satisfying. Well, a prolonged drought, longer than one year to say the least, indeed cannot be relieved by mere drip irrigation.

A little…just a little more…

Kotonoha gropes both the fully-ripen large-sized watermelons and constructs an imagination that Makoto is groping them from behind, gently and playfully.

This is…this is great! I want more…

Getting bolder, her fingers climb to the peaks and carefully kneads the super-hardened rubies. Immediately a mild pain is generated, mixed with tremendous pleasure scurrying to every single cell of her body. The direct outcome is jerking head upwards with a loud moan, both milk and feminine fluid gush to every direction like exploding from broken water pipes…to summarize, she just experienced an orgasm, a major one, perhaps the first time ever since Makoto's departure. During the following minutes Kotonoha is trapped in the aftershock, with dizziness, convulsion and malaria-like trembling, boob-juice and love-juice forcefully unleash in a pulsating manner.

Recovered but unfulfilled, Kotonoha resumes assaulting her own biggest weakpoints, with a different tactic: Squeezing both areolae by putting thumbs and index fingers around their boundaries in C-shape, one of the most efficient ways of hand-expressing milk, then switches to imitate suckling infants by gently pulling nipples cyclically with fingers. At the same time a new carnal fantasy is established in her brain: Makoto carefully places his hands on her breasts to push both nipples together, and suck them simultaneously and intently like he frequently did.

Makoto-kun…don't hold back, my breasts are only for you…of course the milk in them belongs to you too…maybe they're so big and so milky solely because of Makoto-kun?

Both physiologically and psychologically overwhelmed, Kotonoha moans loudly and her body twitches coquettishly like a mermaid stranded ashore. Milk squirts like derricks having blowouts and the greater lips of her pudendum open and close like shells of a mussel, adding more feminine fluid into the mixture in the bathtub.

Good boy! Good boy! Feast and milk me as much as you can like always, I have an endless supply…Makoto-kun…coming! It's coming!

In dozens of seconds, the next orgasm arrives as it should be, and probably the fiercest one to date, in her Makoto-less days. Kotonoha screams her lungs out and jerks her head backwards to the extent of on the verge of snapping her neck, with her body shakes violently as if bouncing on a trampoline, then suddenly gets tense as much as it can before paralyzing down like all stamina drained, jets of milk are shot almost to the ceiling before losing momentum and forming a rain of manna…

Am…am I really horny to this extremity?

That night, the resentful goddess indulges herself in hours of masturbation and orgasms, before completely exhausted, and agonizes over the collision of rationality and sensibility…or the conflict between feeling guilty for self-induced sexual pleasure and succumbing to the longing for such pleasure.