At Haruka’s offer, I didn’t pounce on those massive tits right away...
Normally, I’d have lunged the second they ca into view, but one detail stopped cold when the towel dropped.
"Inverted nipples?"
To my surprise, Haruka had them.
She smiled sheepishly, ears flushing deeper with embarrassnt.
"Yeah... they’ve been like this since they grew bigger..."
Her expression turned anxious, as if fearing I’d reject them.
’Holy shit! Mommy vibes doubled!’
Inverted nipples were a heroine’s ultimate cheat code—doubling charm and maternal allure.
Plain big tits? Just a busty girl.
Big tits with inverts? A devoted mom ensuring her baby never starves. Basic logic.
I even tear up when they pop out for the protagonist.
No way I’d dislike sothing packed with my favorite tropes.
Haruka’s worries were groundless.
’So damn hot.’
I reached out and cupped her enormous breasts.
Squish~♥
"Hnn...♥"
A soft moan slipped from her lips the instant I made contact.
Usually, I’d savor that and tease slowly, but these tits had hooked.
Their jumbo size delivered unmatched softness and fullness.
The feel was unreal...
’Miyuki would retreat a step... no, two, on tits alone.’
Even Miyuki—my benchmark for breeding perfection—conceded two steps here.
She’d dominate elsewhere, but breasts? Haruka reigned supre.
As I ntally ranked them, I adjusted to their scale and caressed gently.
After a while, her nipples stirred, gradually erging.
She was clearly enjoying it.
"Uhhnn♥ Takuya, it tickles...♥"
Her moans and the plush give fueled my thoughts.
I explored those tits endlessly, then wondered.
’She’s letting go this far—maybe more’s on the table?’
Washing together could be her naivety, but even she wouldn’t allow breast play without feelings.
She harbored affection...
’Sex might be off, but a handjob...?’
Ti to push, just a bit.
Trashy? Sure, but bla that lewd body.
As I sched,
"Takuya..."
Haruka, still offering her chest, spoke up.
I glanced questioningly; she nodded at my raging erection.
"Is it uncomfortable there?"
Her words shocked , but she continued.
"If it hurts, want to help?"
"That..."
I nearly blurted, "What the fuck?" but sex-opportunity instincts kicked in.
I pivoted smoothly.
"...Then, a lactation handjob?"
Impressed by my own spin, I watched her tilt her head, puzzled.
"Lactation handjob? What’s that?"
Her childlike innocence sparked guilt, but I explained steadfastly.
She listened, then eyed suspiciously.
"Will that make it feel better?"
"Uh, yeah?"
Had I underestimated her sexual ignorance?
Shit, was I in trouble?
Heart racing, she finally nodded.
"Okay. If it helps, I’ll do it."
Before I could cheer, Haruka knelt neatly on the tile.
She patted her thighs.
"Lie here."
I dropped onto her lap before she reconsidered.
She cradled her breasts toward , mother-to-child style, as instructed.
No pregnancy, no milk—but tasting these tits? No issue.
’Just devour the milk tanks.’
I latched on.
Slurp. Lick. Suck.
As I worked her nipples diligently,
Haruka tentatively touched my cock.
’It’s huge...’
Her first glimpse of male anatomy stunned her.
Sex ed never ntioned this size.
It barely covered n at all—only won guarding purity.
No warnings, no details on acts or sizes.
Had she any interest in sex, she’d know it was abnormal.
But uninterested Haruka assud all were like this.
Facing the beast, she gathered courage and gripped my dick—as I’d called it.
"Hyaah...♥"
The hot, rigid feel drew an involuntary cry.
Pure first-ti reaction.
’It’s like... sothing alien attached to a person...’
Curiosity mixed with the organ’s primal energy.
Of course—how could she not fascinate over what n possessed that she lacked?
She stroked gently, face alight with wonder.
Amusingly, my cock twitched at her feather touch.
Her delicacy unexpectedly aroused .
After satisfying initial curiosity with light exploration,
Recalling vague tales, she spat on it and slid her slender hand up and down.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-
Slow at first, my cock jerked in pleasure; she relished it and continued.
As the lactation handjob progressed,
Thump-♥ Thump-♥ Thump-♥ Thump-♥
Her motions grew lewdly adept, producing fitting wet slaps.
After a sustained session,
I, still nursing, felt the surge.
"Haruka... I’m gonna cum..."
She lowered her head, murmuring as taught.
"Cum as much as you want♥"
Her speeding hand and husky voice triggered release.
-Sploosh! Sploosh! Sploosh!
Hot sen erupted, splattering her hands, face, body.
The sudden spray flustered her briefly, but she scooped so and mused.
"It’s sticky...♥"
Then strangeness hit.
Down there—itchy, soaked; breath quickening. And...
’Why am I obsessed with Takuya’s dick?’
The fixation once reserved for computers now craved cock.
As that odd sensation puzzled her,
-Whisk.
I rose and flipped her over.
Reason: obvious.
’I’m fucking Haruka now.’
Punishnt for riling my cock.
Originally, no penetration—just the handjob, progress later.
But that insane body changed everything.
’She’s begging with this slutty figure!’
Allowing a lactation handjob? That scread "Fuck ."
As I positioned to claim her pussy,
[Haruka! Where are you!]
Her mother’s voice echoed outside.
Reason slamd back; I halted the lunge.
’Too risky.’
Instinct scread: fuck now, get caught 100%.
No pounding Haruka today.
Her mother was searching.
As I pulled away,
"Don’t go..."
Haruka clutched my hand.
I opened my mouth to warn of danger.
"Haup♥"
She silenced with her lips.
Tongues danced until hers swelled; she withdrew, eyes smoldering.
No—precisely...
"It’s all... all... Takuya’s fault."
Squelch~♥
"So..."
She spread her dripping pussy.
"Take responsibility♥"
Escape vanished at those words.
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