Despite having never done proper guiding, Ye-sol was convinced as he endured the throbbing pain.
“Mmm…?”
It was while he was keeping his eyes tightly closed, barely holding onto his consciousness that hadn’t yet flown away. He felt soft hands supporting under his breasts. Ye-sol slowly lifted his heavy eyelids, which were wet with tears.
“Huh…? You two, why…”
Before his eyes, Team Leader Sung-gi and Esper Jae Gi-chan were holding each side of his breast flesh. While Ye-sol was bewildered, without anyone taking the lead, they both opened their mouths wide and latched onto his swollen nipples.
‘Huh? Wh-why is it not Min-hwan…?’
Ye-sol was confused. Due to the pain, Ye-sol, who had been nearly unconscious until just a moment ago, hadn’t heard anything the Jibural team members were saying. Now with both men suddenly pouncing on his breasts, he felt perplexed and embarrassed.
Moreover, as far as Ye-sol remembered, these two had never caressed him this gently. So, naturally, he felt this way.
Suck, suck…
“Ungh, it, it hurts…”
“What? You say it hurts?”
“Y-yes…”
Especially with Gi-chan, perhaps because he had either played with Ye-sol’s chest teasingly or slapped it hard with his hands, his caresses were not at all gentle.
“Ah, shit… Then what should I? How should I do it?”
“……”
At his irritable and annoyed demeanor, Ye-sol said nothing. It wasn’t so much that he was angry, but rather that he felt deeply hurt.
Perhaps noticing this, Gi-chan, with his brow deeply furrowed, glanced sideways.
Slurp, suck…
Sung-gi, who had taken Ye-sol’s left breast, caressed the plump, protruding nipple. Then he gently licked it using his tongue and lips. As he warmly wrapped around the aching area where milk had accumulated without being able to come out, a sigh escaped from Ye-sol’s lips.
“Huaang, huu… th-there… hmmm…”
Ye-sol seemed extremely pleased receiving caresses from Sung-gi, who was no different from a robot. Watching this made Gi-chan feel like his insides were twisting.
“Hey, I can do it too!”
Gi-chan, feeling competitive, began to actively target Ye-sol’s nipple. He stopped painfully sucking on the nipple and gently licked it using his entire tongue like Sung-gi. Fortunately, Ye-sol’s voice changed.
“Hm, hmmmm…”
Ye-sol moaned nasally and trembled. Gaining confidence, Gi-chan opened his mouth wide and took a handful of the soft, fresh breast into his mouth. Slurp slurp, he sucked, and feeling satisfied as if eating a large steamed bun, he slightly bit the nipple with his teeth.
“Huuh! That hurts…!”
“W-what…?”
He immediately removed his lips, surprised at Ye-sol’s shrill cry. He had assumed it was because of Sung-gi, but glancing sideways, he found that he was the culprit.
“Huuh, ha…. suck, suck…”
Sung-gi, with his gaze fixed on Ye-sol’s face, circled around the areola with the tip of his tongue or exhaled warm breaths. This seemed enough to satisfy Ye-sol, who drooled and panted.
Sung-gi put his lips together and lightly nibbled on the swollen, bright red nipple, almost touching it but not quite.
‘Shibal, what kind of act is that…’
That’s how it looked to Gi-chan. He snorted, thinking it wasn’t even proper caressing, but he could feel Ye-sol’s breasts trembling and shuddering.
“Hm, aah, ang… so good…”
Contrary to Gi-chan’s thoughts, Ye-sol seemed very satisfied, muttering with a weakened tongue. Gone was his painful expression, replaced by half-closed eyes directed at Sung-gi.
‘Crazy. With something like that… hah, these tits really…’
Gi-chan cursed inwardly. The arrow of resentment was directed at Ye-sol. His pride was hurt. Never in his life had he had unsatisfactory sex with a partner, and they usually enjoyed his rough caresses more…. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
Of course, the difference now was that they weren’t caressing but struggling to extract the clogged milk, though this distinction seemed lost on Gi-chan.
Sung-gi, who had been fondling Ye-sol’s nipples for a while, glanced sideways. When his eyes met Gi-chan’s, he gave a look suggesting that experience couldn’t be ignored.
“Ha…!”
Gi-chan pulled his mouth away from the nipple and made a sound of disbelief. The frustration he thought had subsided twisted inside him again. He clenched his fist as anger rose. He couldn’t shamefully lose here. No, more than winning or losing, he didn’t want to bear the disgrace of failing to unblock Ye-sol’s milk duct alone.
Though with Dong-jeong and Min-hwan still remaining, that was uncertain, but he especially didn’t want to lose to Team Leader Kye.
Clunk.
“Mmm…?”
Gi-chan repositioned himself, seemingly having steeled his resolve. Ye-sol, comfortably lying on the bed, opened his eyes at the presence. He met Gi-chan’s gaze.
“Milk jugs. Look at me.”
“U-Okay…”
Rustling, as Gi-chan swept his hair behind his ear, Ye-sol stared entranced at his beautiful face. Opening his mouth, this time caressing the breast near the armpit rather than the nipple tip, he occasionally raised his head to make eye contact with Ye-sol.
Ye-sol felt his face heat up each time. Though Gi-chan’s temper was terrible, his face never grew tiresome. Moreover, the sight of him earnestly sucking his chest was incredibly beautiful. It was touching to see someone who usually couldn’t control his temper approaching this so seriously.
“Haah, mm…”
Perhaps because of this, Ye-sol felt Gi-chan’s caresses, which had only felt painful, gradually becoming more pleasurable.
Seeing Ye-sol’s noticeable response, Gi-chan also gained confidence. He licked around the bulging areola with his tongue, then sucked on the nipple with a slurp. He carefully sucked to avoid pain, then exhaled warm breath with a “whoosh.”
“Mmmmm…”
Seeming to feel pleasure, Ye-sol closed his eyes tightly, trembled his waist, and moaned. Hearing Gi-chan whisper not to close his eyes, he met his gaze.
Slurp, slurp.
Gi-chan left a dense cluster of bruises on one side of Ye-sol’s chest, as if deliberately showing off. Though it left unsightly red marks, he was very satisfied with leaving his traces like this.
‘What a petty bastard…’
Feeling irritated at Gi-chan using his beauty, Sung-gi decided to use his hands this time. When he gently grabbed the softened breast flesh that had been diligently caressed, Ye-sol blinked and looked back. His eyes said not to touch, but that was because he was afraid pain would overwhelm pleasure.
Sung-gi knew that pleasure and pain were separated by the thinnest of margins.
“Mmmm…”
The bright red tongue occasionally visible between those plump lips looked incredibly delicious. It was the first time he’d wanted to kiss someone while looking at them, but Ye-sol was different. Even with a dazed face and drool streaking from his mouth, he felt lovable.
He fully understood why Min-hwan desperately clung to Ye-sol’s chest, why Gi-chan was so persistent. Of course, anyone would have such crazy thoughts when looking at Ye-sol.
But Sung-gi hadn’t easily accepted this. Having always been rational in any situation, he felt guilty every night after meeting Ye-sol.
‘Ha Ye-sol, what exactly are you…’
Strangely, the problem was that he felt both sadism and an embracing compassion toward Guide Ha Ye-sol. It was clearly visible that not just him, but all the Jibural team members had such contradictory desires. Perhaps if they fell deeper for Ye-sol, they might never escape.
Though his mind knew that Ha Ye-sol himself was dangerous and should be avoided, his heart wouldn’t follow. For Sung-gi, who had always believed that the heart existed within rational thought, this was a truly shocking conclusion.
“Mm… T-Team Leader…”
While Sung-gi was thinking this, Ye-sol called to him. He had clearly told Ye-sol to address him casually when they were alone, but Ye-sol seemed to have forgotten.
“What, does it feel good?”
Sung-gi squeezed the breast until the clogged milk lump protruded, then gently massaged it. Ye-sol nodded while tears trickled down at the painful sting. Seeing this unbearably cute sight, he felt heaviness below.
If the Jibural team members weren’t there, he would have first thrust into that bewitchingly tempting hole, clogged milk ducts or not.
Rrrrrrrr…!
While Sung-gi was having such violent thoughts, an alarm rang loudly.
“Time’s up.”
Beep.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
