Fat Chance, Wet Dreams

The university is kind enough to provide boarders single dorm rooms, despite not spacious, also devoid of beds and toilets, yet the privacy is appealing enough for some students, for example game-nerds like Yuuki, to take the offer, not to mention the price tagged to each room being reasonable, not to mention it even comes with a desk and a swivel chair for free! Sitting in his own dorm room, the bespectacled lad is still awake and is browsing his personal computer, and the content he's looking at being photos about a certain female who used to study in Sakakino Gakuen — Kotonoha Katsura, the campus goddess, also the one he secretly has a crush all the time. Bearing goddess-grade beauty, she was always the focal point of discussions among males, even females, and many topics around her might not be, for lack of a better word, morally appropriate, especially among males. Something even more immoral was a few boys, driven too far by hormones, sneaked photos of her, needless to say those photos became a popular commodity throughout the "campus underground society", even Yuuki himself had "procured" some, kept in a hidden, password-protected folder.

Most photos in his possession are generic — Kotonoha in senior high-school uniform — due to her shy nature, she always wore the thick winter uniform, or coat, over the thin summer uniform, or blouse, despite it did little to no good of making her curves less sexually excitatory, not to mention these photos were taken from the inconvenient rear and rear-flanks. A couple of shots were snapped when the goddess was in the PE shirt or in the school swimsuit, but that's it, the rest is for imagination.

Dammit! Can't see more of her! Yuuki curses silently. There were attempts to capture this bishoujo in lens when she was changing, but such stunts were never successful due to all female changing rooms in his high-school being windowless and one-door-only, perhaps deliberately designed to be so for denying peepers. Frustrated, he throws himself backward, only to sense something wrong: This is a single room, but he's not alone here.

A silhouette, shrouded in darkness of the midnight, appears out of blue and approaches him, showing an eminently feminine outline as it gets closer. Just several steps away, it abruptly stops and is lit by an unknown light source, shellshocking Yuuki in an instant.

Katsura?! Here?! How?!

It's definitely Kotonoha Katsura, in the identical outfit saw that day at the gas station. Yuuki is completely frozen for his brain is not used to process such a sudden flow of info of this magnitude, on the other hand, the goddess seems is waiting for something, as there's a subtle smile on her face and both her hands are held behind torso.

Finally regaining his consciousness, Yuuki gets off the chair and walks to his all-time crush to better savour the sight, blushing like running a fever. Of course mere eyeing won't be enough, so he raises hands…to her breasts, and she doesn't show any signs of resisting during this process.

Shall I grope them first? Or undress her before groping? Maybe pinch those sticking-out tips atop mountains?

Then he's woken up on the chair, with his occiput leaning against its back, by the ear-piercing alarm clock. Eight o'clock, rise and shine you lazy bastard!

It was a dream? A goddamn dream?! More frustrated than ever, he rudely throws himself backward, making the chair to topple over, luckily it falls on the soft mattress serving as the resting place of his.

…

Inhaling deeply, Yuuki almost can't help jumping in corridor, one of the many corridors on the first floor of the teaching building — not a big deal even if he really jumps, since every student and teacher in this university should've been rounded up into different lecture theaters constructed in different teaching buildings, respectively, for attending the final class before summer vacation — a tediously long speech given by the headmaster as a summarization of everything happened in the campus during this semester — live streaming, on the screen-walls. The boy feels sorry to those who endured two hours of such insipid spiel, while he napped it through; he also commiserates them for the torment will last for another one hundred and twenty minutes…at minimum, while himself happens to have a seat too convenient for an unnoticeable exfiltration — coincidence-led luck, instead of foresight — ever since that unexpected sighting of Kotonoha on the other day, Yuuki had several sleep-deficient nights fruitlessly searching for whatever information he could find about her, only to find she having no accounts for any social media, and her social life is slim as before, if not even slimmer. Too deprived of bedtime, he pounded his ear during the headmaster's self-amazed spewing of meaningless stuff, and he arrived the scene early to pick a seat in the rear-most row in order to better conceal his slumber, which later favored his escape…"geographically".

What to do next, after returning to my room? The bespectacled lad asks himself. He'd like to continue searching for a certain senior high-schoolmate's whereabouts, but most likely with zero findings as before. Hiring a private detective is off the list for being over-budget and the questionable legality. Why wasn't me more active when I still had the chance? At least asking her for a cellphone number! Trying his best to refrain from slamming his head against the walls, Yuuki sighs deeply with profound regret.

Maybe I'll just sleep over and force myself to forget what had happened, and let time to…

Then he catches a glimpse of a figure receding at a hurried pace, immediately the world around him stops. Before the subjective flow of time coming back to normal, said figure, still in hasty, has turned a corner — yet already sufficiently imprints her unmistakably recognizable goddess-grade assets into his retinas.

No way!

Yuuki is completely frozen for his brain is not used to process such a sudden arrival of info of this magnitude…again: Kotonoha Katsura, here, as a fellow student?

The first thing he does after snapping out from trance is slapping himself twice to confirm himself being awake, thankfully he is, and now his cheeks are red-hot — not completely because of the slapping: Why haven't we ever bumped into each other? Yes, the university covers a vast land and houses two or three thousand students, but still…

That's what you get for gluing your eyes to the screen, you four-eyed nerd.

Chie's voice echoes in his skull and he furiously shakes it off with an imaginary "Shut up, nee-chan". However it does no good to prevent a Grand Central being set up in his mind.

What the big rush is all about? And what's with the anxious look? Something school-related? Or something with that Itou guy? If he dares to hurt Katsura, I swear I'll…

Yuuki clenches his fists in anger, but suddenly a sense of dread cramps up from the depth of his thought.

What if it's not about Itou, but that horse-faced pervert Taisuke Sawanaga? Had he managed to track down…no, NO! That's not happening!

Furiously shaking head again, Yuuki follows Kotonoha unnoticeably, to find out what happened to her since her disappearance from Sakakino Gakuen, and ends up in witnessing her entering the infirmary.

Is she unwell? Yuuki tiptoes to the closed door for eavesdropping. Nothing, curse the overdone sound-proofing architecture, but he's not going to give up so soon. When it comes to hormones, the brain takes a back seat, yet under very few circumstances it can yield favorable results to the behavior subject — turning his sight to the map on the wall and studying it for a while, Yuuki plots an alternative route and runs off.

The alternative route leads him to an isolated courtyard, surrounded by outer walls and windows of this teaching building from all four sides, and one window which belongs to the infirmary, is open. Entering the courtyard via the window closest to himself, Yuuki approaches his destination ninja-like, climbing in and it turns out to be the a small-sized bedroom, must for the medical staff to rest up. Beyond the door on the opposite side of bedroom, is a tiny T-shaped intersection with two other doors, one is straight ahead at the far end of the corridor, and the other one is on the right. Hearing voices rising from the rightward door, he tiptoes and eardrops again.

"…medically, you're completely healthy. Ultrasound returns no hyperplasia, no fibrosis, no hemorrhages, and no cysts, also no calcification, in your breasts." It's the chief school-nurse. Yuuki once heard her remarking health-related subjects in PA system, but never meets her in person, even has trouble to recall her name, still he's heard rumors about male students deliberately get themselves hurt or ill, in order to be tended by her. For her, like Kotonoha Katsura, also being a bishoujo bearing goddess-grade beauty.

"Thank you, sensei." That's her! The voice from the unobtanium, whom Yuuki has longed for so long! Overexcited, he almost expose himself by accidentally making noises, meanwhile also being relieved upon hearing the statement that she's not unwell, especially those heaven-sent entities on her chest, not a single male wants them to suffer any physiological disorders.

Chief School-Nurse: "Kinda tough to be a mother this young, I know the feeling."

What?! She's already a mother?! Then who's the father?! That Itou guy?! Yuuki's heart immediately sinks, but keeps listening intently whatsoever.

"I can handle it myself, sensei. The only problem is I'm having too much milk for Koto-chan, so my breasts are always engorged, especially in this season."

Koto-chan? Is it the kid's name? A boy or a girl? Ouch, seems her postpartum days are somehow uneasy. I want to know more…

"I know the feeling too." The chief school-nurse echoes understandingly: "Mothers who have to squeeze the last drop of milk from their breasts are jealous of us, but we also have to squeeze the last drop of milk from ours, for the polar opposite reason."

"I eat little nutritious food, drink as little water as I can." The other one in the conversation continues in a self-mocking tone: "I even take lactation-depressant pills, to the extent of doctors can't prescribe more dosage, for the consideration of health risk."

"How's the result? I'm sure some approaches should've worked, at least the medication should be working, right?"

"Yes sensei. The pills work. Now I only need to self-milk every two classes to avoid being too full."

Damn! I know it's inappropriate, but I envy that Itou guy and the baby! A lifetime guarantee of milk for them!

"…well, better than nothing. But observe the bright side, because of this, you can enjoy a lot of associated eroticism with your…" Chief School-Nurse abruptly stops and the two go silent for a couple of minutes, until she speaks again apologetically: "…forgive me Kotonoha-san, I don't mean to…"

"It's fine, sensei." Kotonoha affirms her: "It'd been long enough since." The two fall silent again, thus giving Yuuki some leisure to digest the acquired info.

What does that mean? That Itou bastard got her pregnant and ditched her? How could he?! The bespectacled lad is champing with rage, but also feels lucky at the same time — since Makoto Itou is no longer with her, then he may have a chance. Actually according to a non-official survey among male students in Sakakino Gakuen, more than 90% of them would still be glad to marry her even she's no longer a virgin, and more than 80% would do the same even she's pregnant with other men's children or already has delivered the offspring. Yuuki himself is among the 80%, by the way.

"It may be a bad timing, but please allow me to say." Chief School-Nurse breaks the ice: "I once fell in love with someone, but our relationship didn't end well. Instead of lamenting about the past, I walked out from it into a new life, then I met my husband, had children with him, and live happily after ever. You should do the same, the path in front of you is too long to be done lonesomely, you're entitled to find your second spring."

"I understand, thank you very much, sensei."

"So how 'bout start with this summer vacation? A trip? It's said there's a high possibility of a romantic encounter during a trip."

"I will think about it. I can have a short leave in a villa, either on a hill or by the sea."

"Don't merely think about it, go for it. Be brave to make the first step, then the rest is on a silver platter for the taking."

…

The atmosphere of conversation is lightening up thanks to Chief School-Nurse's suggestion and encouragement. Yuuki's heart is also lightening up: If Kotonoha goes to travel and meets a new guy, he can be the one, that's once in a lifetime opportunity! Still he can't get ahead of himself now, better learn more to make his next move planted wisely.

Cellphone in hand, the spying boy puts down critical info extracted from the continued dialogue between the two goddesses, especially how Kotonoha plans to go vacationing, like when and where she would go. Suddenly he hears her gasping: "Excuse me sensei, I…"

"You can always use this place for your convenience. I had given you keys, so make it your home. Just remember locking the door."

"Thank you very much, sensei." Approaching footsteps.

Crap! She's coming this way! A panicked Yuuki escapes, but since he's panicked, he escapes to the wrong direction, namely into the door opposite to the bedroom's door in the corridor. Inside the door there's a bathroom, also a dead end, because the "window" by the bathtub turns out to be a window-sized vent covered by misleading double-shades.

I'm toast.

…

Later that afternoon, in the dorm room, Yuuki is resting his overexerted body on the mattress and is staring into the ceiling. Today has been really a roller coaster, but do has its merit, for he acknowledged his senior high-school goddess' existence in the same campus and more importantly, she's single again so he may have a chance, not to mention having a (subjectively) pretty good handling of her summer vacation schedule, which would (theoretically) work to his advantage.

But there's more. The boy's hand is clenching an upper undergarment, black-colored and motif-decorated, also is emanating aromas of pleasantness, especially to males, not to mention it comes with Texas-sized bra-cups — each being approximately forty centimeters across even not being a full-cup. This undergarment's design, on the other hand, is somehow difficult to determine, looks like a long-line bra, but also incorporated with elements of halter-strap and highneck.

【Scene Reconstruction】

I'm toast…no, not yet! Quick wit kicking in and ignoring the pain, Yuuki forces the double-shades open by using fingernails to unscrew nut bolts, climbs in, and closes it behind him, before Kotonoha entering the bathroom. Luckily in fictional universes, ventilation shafts are always wide enough for even a Wookiee to move back and forth at will, and it's even luckier that he possesses a "smaller" build for a male, also the running fan is installed at the other end of the shaft and is not powerful enough to suck him away to be cut into ribbons.

Now he just need to be patient, wait until this place is vacant, then make his own egression. But — a very big "but" — he soon will find his patience pays off way more gorgeous than he anticipates. Through the grate, Yuuki watches the goddess walks in, closes the door, and starts striping.

What's she doing? Milking herself here? Bathing? He genuinely wishes it'll be both.

As Yuuki is being anxious for the possible development, Kotonoha has taken off her shirt and skirt, leaving only the black, fitting lingerie on, which in turn, further intensifies the peeper's anxiety.

Quick! Take it off! Now being more anxious, Yuuki even fails to notice the aromatic smell of milk which is spreading to anywhere, despite his penis has turned into a meat pillar following the male sexual instinct.

"Just less than an hour and they're this swollen…" Sighing and talking to herself, she bends forward, taking off the briefs to expose the round and firm hips plus the hairless genital area which are already enough to catalyze a male to nosebleed, then undoes the upper undergarment by unclasping the joints located on her back and the back of her neck.

One…two…three…with each button loosened by her ivory fingers, Yuuki's heartbeat accelerates. Finally in a sudden, this last line of defense is compromised, and in another few seconds, the milk-pads are removed too. Kotonoha shivers and moans for the unavoidable stimulation to her nipples and areolae, then turns around to confirm she's truly alone, even knowing she should be. By doing this, she inadvertently grants Yuuki a fleeting but clear view of her bare bosom, and the outcome is he almost betrays his whereabouts via howling in utmost joy.

I see them! Katsura's boobs! After so many years!

Yuuki is utterly infatuated with the sacred sight. This is the first time for him to observe a female's breasts unobscuredly, by naked eyes, not to mention observing goddess-grade ones! Against what he has expected, being this voluminous and without supported by a bra, they refuse to sag downward and reject sagging sideward, instead proudly maintains their loftiness and retains the fathomless cleavage tightly closed in-between, prompting him to wonder how strong the Cooper's ligaments of hers are, let alone the unrivalled shapeliness. Also contrary to his thoughts, the skin is flawlessly snowy, no veins visible, and both nipples and areolae are ruby-colored, instead of being black or brown; and the areolae themselves are smooth as the rest of the breasts, without being dotted by tiny bumps of Montgomery glands, so are the nipples, with no wrinkles marring their surfaces… For a moment the boy suspects if the goddess is truly a breastfeeding mother, however such suspicion is soundly invalidated by the white fluid flowing from her nipple-tips.

It's milk! Katsura's precious milk!

The goddess in nudity walks to the bathtub, leaving two sparse trails of milk splatters on the floor. The bathtub is constructed as a semi-secluded space, separated from the rest of the bathroom by a wall of glass, with a glass slide door. Sitting on the edge of one end of the bathtub and backing the wall, Kotonoha bites on a handkerchief and prepares to milk herself, starts from the left. She places her right hand under her left breast to hold it steady, then, with a suppressed but still loud groan, also with a slight exert of strength around the peak of this breast administrated by thumb and index finger of her left hand, milk surges from left nipple, so powerful even impacts on the wall at the bathtub's opposite end. Her right nipple also auto-unleashes milk at the same time, albeit much weaker, yet still has sufficient momentum to fly beyond a distance halfway the bathtub's length. The entire bathroom is oversaturated by milky, luscious sweetness.

As for Yuuki, apart from completely succumbing to the unfolding divinity and salacity in his proximity, less in one meter, suddenly sense a wield, numb-resembling sensation is generated inside him, flaring up uncontrollably, in a nick of time, such sensation rushes to his genital and blows off, the first time in his life — shame of him from a certain point of view.

Like life-nourishing fountains originated from mammary glands, milk keeps discharging as Kotonoha keeps squeezing. After over ten minutes of self-milking and several orgasms, she switches to her other breast. And after emptying both breasts as best as she can, the goddess takes a bath, dons in replacement clothing, and cleans the scene, then leaves. Reckoning she's gone sufficiently far, the lucky peeper leaves his hiding place to check laundry baskets. There're several of them, each is filled with a specific category of lingerie, for example one containing three bras and judging from the size, they belong to the chief school-nurse, however Yuuki doesn't give a damn since the sole object of his quest being Kotonoha's upper undergarment.

Spoils in hand, he escapes without detection. This bespectacled lad also had recorded everything transpired in bathroom by his cellphone, although he do wishes to use a real camera instead, for 4K or even higher-defined footage, maybe next time.

【Scene Reconstruction Ends】

"I must have been used up all luck of my following sixty years in advance." Yuuki puts head into one of the bra-cups of the goddess' undergarment and his head is completely swallowed inside it. Everything he sees through the fibers is a blur, yet also is in a layer of faint, dreamful gleam; and the fibers themselves smell so good, the scent of milk, sweet and thick, clearly indicating how much breast-nectar they had absorbed, of course there's also an aroma of femininity, but only counted as secondary.

As if being affected by Viagra, the boy has an erection again, and despite there's little to no moisture remaining, he still makes an attempt of accumulating any traces of the luscious secreta produced by the goddess' mammary glands, with his taste bud, from the inner side of this bra-cup, especially from where the nipple should've been. His effort is returning positive results, at least subjectively, meanwhile since it's objectively inconvenient to use a cellphone, so he closes eyes to relive what he had witnessed in that bathroom. Agreed, he's infatuated with Kotonoha like Taisuke and other perverts, but he's never the material of a rapist, if an opportunity presents itself, he'll try his luck for her affection, then her permission of sex; otherwise he'll just keep his distance and wait.

Still, it doesn't hurt to rip a few "souvenirs", much less to have some "mental activities"…

…slim waist and flat belly showing no marks of pregnancy, nor any traces of delivery, sexy tiny navel, erogenous hips and legs, pink and hairless pussy…

…superlative breasts inapproachable by any other females in every single aspect…

…ambrosial milk, milking and orgasms…

Yuuki's breath heats up and speeds up with heartbeat, his cheeks are red-hot too, not to mention the rod between his legs gets harder and harder. Gotta stop…or I'll lose it again… Snapping himself out of his erotic reminiscence, the boy hastily suppresses his arousal, for during the past hours, after back to dorm, he took a hard look into the recorded footage in his cellphone, video and photos, and masturbated hard to ejaculate several times, filling the waste basket with quite a quantity of tissues. He's also surprised for being physiologically capable to sustain a drain of this magnitude. Well, more than a game-nerd, Yuuki actually has practiced martial arts for years, that's saying a lot.

Then without a warning, he sees a blurry figure, through the undergarment still veiling his head from all directions. After removing this fibrous "spacesuit helmet", the figure turns out to be Kotonoha, with her super-large-watermelon-sized breasts cladded by a black adhesive bar and her genitalia hidden in a pair of black knickers, sitting on Yuuki's waist in a posture of straddling.

"Another Katsura dream? Well, can't say I dislike it. At least I don't feel any weight of hers." He contemplates, failing to notice her expression, unlike last time, is upset, very very upset.

Then the goddess speaks coldly, without a trace of her usual meek demeanor: "It was you who stole my underwear?"

"I…I'm sorry!" Even knowing he's dreaming, but Yuuki still apologizes instinctively.

"And you peeped me when I was most defenseless, even ejaculated! How nefarious!" Kotonoha accuses sharply: "You're no better than those perverts before you, even worse for the stealing, peeping and cumming!"

"P…please listen to me, Katsura! I…" Before Yuuki can say more, a harsh slap lands on his cheek, effectively shutting him up. Immediately following that, he lets out a painful groan, because his dream girl, who's more sarcastic than angry now, repositions her arms behind her torso and grabs his penis, squeezing it mercilessly.

"No! Wait! Don't…" For every male, penis is both the major gender signature and the primary anatomical vulnerability. The boy, with his very "lifeline" in her grip, exclaims in both pain and pleasure, for her also begins to handjob him, as the direct result, he ejaculates.

Yuuki gasps for air for being overwhelmed by this new "first experience", also for he has had too many "past experiences". On the other hand, it's lucky his semen doesn't land on his goddess…maybe some has ended up on her hands but he can't see for they're behind her torso.

"Cumming so soon? You surely aren't strong-willed type, do you?" Kotonoha continues to taunt sadistically: "Let's say how you prevail this." She takes a deep breath and slightly arches her back to emphasize the prominent bosom of hers. Immediately something odd happens, as the obscenely colossal mammary mountains are inflating in a literal sense, synchronized with her breathing, or to say they get obviously a little bigger every time she inhales, subsequently rendering her bra more and more strained.

What…what the hell?! Even it's a dream, but this is too surreal!

The goddess-turned SM queen's bust keeps expanding in a pseudo-pulsating manner, her upper underwear's edges snap deeper and deeper into the skin, literally compelling each breast to be more and more calabash-shaped. Meanwhile her nipples and areolae are also enlarging proportionally, poking the cups from behind. Thankfully the bra is still capable of holding in place…for a while.

But — a very big "but" — Yuuki's "little soldier" can't hold itself and re-erects to its limit, then ejaculates, earning the comment "Looks like you've failed the test" from Kotonoha.

What "test" you're talking about?! The subject of masochism thinks angrily and tries to retort, but as before, inexperienced and overwhelmed by the exhaustion of post-orgasm, he can't make a voice from throat.

With a chuckle, the perpetrator of sadism takes another deep breath, her breasts inflate abruptly and even faster, with a sequence akin to Bruce Banner transforming into Hulk, the adhesive bar, incapable to honor its duty anymore, pulverizes to expose the mammary organs, which are more monstrous than heavenly now. Larger than even the largest globe Yuuki has ever seen, this pair of entities, still retaining their gravity-defying loftiness, completely blocks Kotonoha from her groin to her shoulders, and soon their undersides make contact with Yuuki's chest. Milk-pads also fall off by themselves for too unfit to cover the milk-drooling, table-tennis-ball-sized nipples standing in the centers of areolae, which have the width of a basketball, filling the entire room with intoxicating fragrance of the white nectar.

Although really wants to enjoy the sight, smell and touch to heart's content, but the bespectacled lad, barely recovers from the exhaustion brought by ejaculation, is in status of fright, and is futility attempting to halt the hypertrophying boobs by hands, also is shouting in fear.

"Stop! No more! Please, not any more!"

"Why? Don't you love my boobs so much?" Kotonoha says calmly, and watches her bosom literally swallows Yuuki's hands, and is nearing his face in an alarming rate. Flailing for his survival, the teenager grabs something solid and sized as a tennis ball. He pushes it back with full-strength unconsciously.

With a loud exclaim, milk unleashes from this rock-hard object like spray irrigation, soaking Yuuki's clothes, mattress and floor. The dreaded pressing sensation disappears abruptly, allowing the suppressed male a window of relief, he strenuously decides to make the most of it, via sitting up and moving backward, until backing against the wall. After putting himself together, the boy finds Kotonoha, having left his stomach and have been retreated to the opposite side of the room, is sitting on the floor and is forced to bend her torso forward to let the floor to sustain some of her jugs' weight, which are still progressively growing, even the nipples are now sizable as a mug.

Speak of nipples, the goddess…SM queen is soothing the left one with her hands: "It hurts! I'm very weak at here, you should've known better!" Obviously Yuuki just clutched and kneaded her left nipple, inducing a sudden pain to force her off, also forced out a substantial quantity of milk, even a minor orgasm. "So you resisted, now I'm serious." More excited than enraged, she resumes her siege, by inflating her already-titanic racks again — yup, siege, because soon these two chunks of flesh are expanded to the extent of each of them being at least two meters in height, not to mention the width.

"Mon…monster!" Yuuki is really scared. He attempts to back off further, only being compelled into the room's corner. From his perspective, the entire sight in being rapidly occupied by nothing but breasts, in a manner resembling the Advancing Wall of Doom.

"How do you feel about being crushed like this?" Kotonoha's joking voice, from the behind of the bosom-wall.

"One thing's for sure: I'm going to be very dead before a lot thinner." Yuuki thinks, bitterly. There's no escape, because the door to salvation is located on the wrong side of the room, exactly behind Kotonoha.

That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over!

And the game might end even sooner, as something other than the breasts now is threatening the cornered boy — on front of him, right on the wall of white-jade, sweet-scent, warmth, smoothness and elasticity, erecting a pair of ruby-colored, bucket-sized nipples, and are pointing at him straightly, dangerously less than one meter in distance and is shortening.

Fearing for his head sandwiched and subsequently flattened between the wall and this super-hardened protrusion, Yuuki shivers, yet immediately remembers the SM queen is "weak" on nipples, maybe he can…

Kneeing on floor, the corner-backing teenager extends arms forward, pressing both hands against one of the advancing and still-largening nipples' tip, left nipple-tip to be precise. He doesn't know why he chooses her left nipple over her right nipple, perhaps a subjective preference of himself. He also knows it could be algesic to her, but there's no other way.

Moreover, since it's a dream, he can be a little sadistic. After all, the she in this dream is sadistic enough, so it's reasonable to return fire, right?

Self- persuaded, Yuuki not only pushes, also squeezes and rubs. And Kotonoha moans and trembles: "My nipple…feels great."

She feels great? Shouldn't it be "excruciatingly painful"? For a second he believes himself has misheard her. Despite that he keeps fighting back, feeling inadequate in strength in spite of being engaged in practicing martial arts for years.

"No! If you tease too hard, my nipple will…my nipple will…" The SM queen exclaims both in pain and pleasure, while the resisting male senses quickening pulsation and vibration from the nipple by his hands, originated from the depth of the very breast it affiliates, as the nipple itself widens from buckle to barrel, elongates proportionally too. He even can see her milk-pores which are used to be invisible, since they've also been enlarged too much like nipples have — the inside of them looks like pipes with subtle, vertical folds on inner walls, although he's not sure if that's what the interiors of lactiferous ducts really appear to be since he's in a dream. Observe the bright side, at least the goddess here isn't suffering a lactiferous duct ectasia, for her nipple discharge being the divine milk, white, clean, smooth, delicious and nutrition-enriched, instead of the disease-indicating pus, dark, tainted, sticky even blood-tinged; and the discharging itself being fluent not clogged.

Once again the bespectacled lad loses the battle, but still attempts a last-ditch struggle — when the nipple-tip pins his face against the wall, quick wit kicks in, he retaliates in an unexpected way.

"Arghhhh!" Kotonoha squeals abruptly, because the soon-to-be victim of her boobs suddenly kisses and licks her left nipple-tip, even sticks his tongue into one of the milk-pores, probing the inside of the opening of the pipeline which leads to a series of mammary gland lobules. However such counterattack works too well, for her high-pitched yell indicates an imminent orgasm — milk erupts in a manner of a tsunami. Drowning in the sea of white amrita, Yuuki finally gives up completely, in seconds he's surrounded by mammary flesh from every direction except from behind, and is literally "assimilated" into it. Being mercilessly ground all over the body, he ejaculates an unprecedented amount of semen.

Then he wakes from this rather…eccentric dream of eroticism, and finding himself still lying on mattress, head still in one of the bra-cups of the stolen undergarment. Removing it and sitting up, Yuuki looks around, and looks down to himself, no Kotonoha Katsura, and he's not soaked by her milk — instead the underpants are full of substances produced by his prostate glands and testicles, some of them had spread even farther, wetting a small patch of mattress,. The air is lingered not only the redolence of milk and feminity, also mixed with odors of semen and masculinity.

The bespectacled lad throws himself back to his resting place and stays rested for another day, as the payment of overexerting himself, both physiologically and psychologically.