During the precious time among the HunterKiller members, the most cherished time is with Hayang. It’s not because I favor her more than others, but because we can only meet once a week.
Aside from my part-time job, I also spend personal time with Yura just once a week, but since it’s not during my work hours, it feels somewhat odd.
I meet Hayang after my Sunday evening shift at the part-time job. One might think I could just meet her more often if I want to, but unfortunately, I’m currently in a state where I have to be very sensitive about how I manage my time.
Even changing a casual meeting time requires a lot of consideration, and while I feel sorry for meeting her only once a week, I also feel fortunate to have that time.
The most concerning aspect when meeting Hayang once a week is her mood. She greets me with a joyful smile every time, but this only makes me feel more guilty.
Given the situation, I couldn’t find a way to resolve it, and Hayang never brought up the idea of meeting more often either. I think she respects my lifestyle patterns.
“Did I fail the application again?”
“It seems so. I haven’t heard back.”
As usual on Sunday evenings, I went to Hayang’s place, found her wearing an apron preparing dinner, hugged her from behind, and watched her cook.
“Why don’t you take any jobs? That’s too much.”
“There’s no other choice.”
While I meet Hayang once a week, we regularly communicate. Recently, Hayang was looking for jobs outside of meetings and confrontations on weekdays and had submitted applications for various part-time jobs.
However, her self-introduction mentioned her as a hyper-human, which may be why she hasn’t received any responses.
If not for the hyper-human detail, she could find a job, but knowing why she wrote it, I didn’t bring it up.
Hayang learned that there are people like me who don’t have prejudice against hyper-humans. Although I knew such people existed, I was the first to meet one directly.
And she now openly doesn’t hide being a hyper-human because she believes she will meet more like me and become friends.
“I believe we’ll find a solution soon.”
Hayang put down the knife she was using to cut vegetables, untangled herself from my hug, turned around, and faced me. She buried her face in my chest, and due to her smaller stature compared to other members, she fit perfectly in my embrace.
“And because I’m here, I’m not discouraged by application rejections. There’s no need to worry too much right now.”
Instead of worrying, Hayang’s words comforted me, and I caressed her, then lowered my head to kiss her.
“Proud of you, my dear.”
It was heartfelt, and seeing her smile made me happy.
Hayang picked up the kitchen knife again and resumed cooking, while I continued to hold her. I slipped my hand under her apron and started touching her chest.
“Huh, while cooking?”
I said sharply, but contrary to my words, she leaned into me and didn’t pull away from my hands kneading her breasts. I continued to massage her large breasts through her sky-blue T-shirt.
Enchanted by the softness felt through her clothes, I continued to fondle her, and despite her faint moans, she didn’t stop.
“It’s a bit wet?”
I noticed her T-shirt was slightly damp while massaging her chest.
“That’s because you’re kneading it so sensually.”
When Hayang’s milk flowed due to the breast stimulation, her T-shirt got wet immediately because she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wanted to immediately remove her apron and check the wetness of her T-shirt, but I couldn’t disturb her cooking any further.
“Can I drink it later?”
“Even if you say no, I would do it anyway.”
Knowing me well, Hayang didn’t refuse when I offered to feed her breast milk, and I waited politely at the dining table after hugging her goodbye.
Although I wanted to share a meal with her, she seemed more satisfied with feeding me her cooked meals rather than making them together.
“Is it okay to shower first?”
Since cooking over a stove inevitably causes sweat, she seemed to prefer doing it in a cleaner state after a shower.
“What about showering together?”
Of course, I meant it as a suggestion for sex in the bathroom, and Hayang, placing the spoon on the table, lightly tapped my forehead with her finger.
“No. If we go to the bathroom together, who knows when we’ll come out.”
I couldn’t argue. As she said, once we start having sex in the bathroom, we wouldn’t think about coming out, and it would likely last a long time.
Every time I visited her place, we always had sex, and given our previous experience in the bathroom, I was confident in saying this.
“Yes.”
Though disappointed, I understood Hayang’s desire to share a happy moment on the bed, so I decided to postpone what I wanted.
We had dinner together, enjoying the meal Hayang prepared. Even though we communicated daily, having dinner together provided ample topics to discuss.
I told her fabricated workplace stories based on SpaceStro headquarters, while Hayang shared stories about the HunterKiller members. Though many of her stories were things I already knew, hearing them from her perspective made them interesting.
Listening to Hayang’s stories was enjoyable, and she listened intently to mine as well.
“Really, won’t you help?”
“It’s fine. Just shower and come.”
After finishing the meal, I suggested Hayang go shower, and while she was in the bathroom, I cleaned up the dishes on the table.
Traditionally, women take longer to prepare for bed, and this was no different. Every time we met and had sex, it was the same, and waiting for her to finish showering was a habit formed out of impatience.
Of course, there was anticipation in waiting, wondering how happy and enjoyable the time would be. Waiting for your partner to shower while filled with such anticipation was itself a pleasant experience.
Opening the refrigerator to put the side dishes away, I noticed a plastic tumbler filled with white liquid. Feeling thirsty, I took it out.
Opening the lid, I smelled it and found it was ordinary milk. Perhaps someone left leftover milk here?
Eating food from another person’s fridge is inappropriate, but Hayang’s place felt like another home to me.
Each visit gave me a sense of a nearly married life, and I felt at ease in her house, drinking the milk without hesitation, assuming she wouldn’t mind.
Soon, Hayang emerged from the bathroom in her pajamas, her face flushed from the warm water. Her hair wasn’t fully dry, and she wiped the remaining moisture with a towel. Our eyes met as I sat waiting for her.
“You’ve been waiting long?”
“With joy.”
Though the wait was a bit long, it wasn’t unbearable anymore.
Approaching with a smile, Hayang paused when she saw the empty tumbler on the table.
“Dear, that…”
“Huh? Oh, I drank it thinking there was milk in the fridge.”
Just as I wondered if it was something I shouldn’t have drunk, I realized Hayang was standing there with a bright red face, unable to hide her embarrassment.
Her face wasn’t just flushed; she was clearly embarrassed. I couldn’t understand why she was acting this way.
The milk tasted like regular milk, so why was she so embarrassed? Was there something wrong with it?
“Was it something I shouldn’t drink?”
“No, it’s not that.”
I hesitated and asked Hayang, who blushed and whispered.
If it’s fine to drink, then why is she blushing so much?
I understood when she spoke next.
“That… was breast milk.”
Time seemed to stop as we stood still. After a moment, a short “Ah” escaped from my lips.
Drinking breast milk during sex with Hayang was a common occurrence. If I didn’t drink her breast milk during sex, she would find it strange.
Hayang’s embarrassment wasn’t because I drank her breast milk. It was because she was embarrassed that I saw her expressing her own breast milk.
More precisely, she was embarrassed that I saw her express her own milk.
Next, I added fuel to her embarrassment with a single sentence.
“You did it yourself?”
“Aaah! Don’t say it!”
Hayang sat down, covering her face in embarrassment. While I had seen her blush during sex before, this was the first time I saw such a strong reaction.
“Alone?”
“Eeeeh!”
Curious about the unusual sight, I approached Hayang, who was sitting down, and asked. Despite her non-verbal response, she nodded in agreement.
I grabbed her hand, revealing her flushed face. The contrast between her blue hair and red face was striking, and our eyes met, causing me to laugh.
“Why, why?”
“Cute.”
Seeing me grin, Hayang asked nervously. I lifted her up and expressed my sincere admiration, noting that she was still blushing.
“How about it? You can express milk. It’s not bad.”
“But… it’s embarrassing.”
I kissed her cheek and walked with her to the bedroom. Her face gradually returned to normal, and she sat on the bed, followed by me sitting beside her.
“Why breast milk?”
Suddenly, I wondered why she stored her breast milk in the refrigerator. With her face returning to normal, she took a deep breath and spoke slowly.
“Recently… it’s been quite a lot.”
From her words, I understood immediately. I was the one who drank most of her breast milk. It was true that recently, Hayang’s milk production had increased significantly compared to the first time we had sex.
Perhaps she naturally produced a lot, but during our first encounter, her tension prevented her from producing as much. Alternatively, her milk production might have genuinely increased over time.
“So you did it by hand?”
“No.”
My gaze naturally shifted to her chest, and as I felt the urge to touch her, she answered and opened a drawer under the bed. She reached into the neatly arranged clothes inside and pulled out something.
A transparent funnel connected to a plastic container, with a small rubber pump attached to the end of a hose. Seeing this unfamiliar device, I instantly understood its purpose.
Returning to normal, Hayang blushed as she showed me her hidden breast pump.
“Using this alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Show me.”
“Yeah… huh?!”
Blushing, Hayang replied to my request. Realizing she was asked to show it, she was startled. Half-jokingly, I looked into her eyes, and she blushed, taking off her pajama top.
Without underwear, her white skin and large breasts were exposed, and my gaze was fixed on her nipples, which I usually sucked on.
“Really, really show me?”
“Yeah, I want to see you express milk.”
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
Worried that I might find her milk expression funny, she pleaded not to laugh, and I nodded.
“I promise I won’t laugh.”
Laughter was inevitable. Just imagining Hayang expressing milk on her own was enough to make me laugh, considering the erotic scene. But I wouldn’t laugh at her, as there was no reason to.
Moreover, my presence might have contributed to her increased milk production.
Finally, Hayang held the bottle connected to the funnel.
Seeing her attach the funnel to one breast, my already erect penis twitched in my pants.
Then, holding the pump, Hayang began to squeeze it.
“Huh!”
Squeezing the pump, she released a slight sound, continuing until milk came out, but no matter how hard she squeezed, milk didn’t flow.
It was puzzling that milk, which usually flowed easily when I sucked on her nipples, wasn’t coming out. Hayang continued to pump without making eye contact with me.
“Eeeh, it’s because you’re watching.”
She seemed tense due to my persistent gaze.
“There’s no choice.”
I sat behind her, hugging her, and squeezed the chest covered by the funnel. Her large breasts made the unfunneled part much larger, and I could comfortably massage her without discomfort.
“Huuu!”
Sensitive to breast stimulation, Hayang let out a moan as soon as my hands touched her chest. Soon, she started massaging both breasts.
“Keep pumping?”
I urged her to continue pumping while she moaned, and upon hearing my instruction, she reflexively squeezed the pump, focusing on expressing milk.
“Haaah, ah, aah! Your touch is too sensual.”
“Because you like it.”
Hayang’s body, fresh from the shower, smelled good. I inhaled her scent and continued to massage her chest.
“Huuu, aah, ee, huuh! It’s coming! Haaah!”
As Hayang continued to express milk, it flowed from her uncovered breast and collected in the funnel. Milk flowed freely from her breast into the plastic container connected to the funnel.
Initially, only a few drops came out, but the amount gradually increased, and more milk flowed than expected.
Usually, I only sucked on her nipples without knowing the exact amount, but seeing her express milk made me realize how much she produced.
In other words, I had been sucking on her abundant milk constantly without rest.
“It’s flowing a lot.”
“At home, it flows even when I just sit… haaah!”
“How often do you do it?”
“Every 2 or 3 days. Huuk, ugh!”
I gently touched the nipple of her unfunnelled breast, enjoying the moist sensation. Currently, Hayang’s milk production was so high that she needed to express it every 2 or 3 days to prevent overflow.
Excluding Sundays, she expressed milk at least once a week, sometimes twice.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Embarrassed. How could I tell you that my milk production increased and I had to express it myself?”
While it seemed fine to me, Hayang found it too embarrassing to mention.
“…Cow.”
“Eeee!”
Hesitating to speak, I blurted out the word, and Hayang stopped pumping, turning to look at me with flushed cheeks. Her eyes were moist, almost ready to cry.
“Sorry, sorry.”
Smiling, I stroked her hair and apologized, and although she wasn’t angry, she calmed down when I petted her.
“Then we should start soon?”
I stopped caressing her chest and revealed my erection in front of her face. It was an unexpectedly lewd sight; my penis was stiff, and a clear fluid covered its tip.
“Yeah.”
Smiling, Hayang touched my erection, and her gentle touch made it twitch.
“Since you drank my milk, give me yours.”
Comparing semen to milk, Hayang put my penis in her mouth, and as she did, I thought, “Where did she learn such things?”
