may I request some Hinata lactation action? 😳👀
Yes!!!! I thought you’d never ask! Let’s milk Hajime’s yummy tiddies!
Let’s say there’s a glitch in the Neo World Program and Hajime’s tits just cannot stop leaking. Thankfully his girlfriend and boyfriend are here to assist him.
Lactation and general horny stuff ensue below the cut! 😏
“Why are you guys even in my cottage?!”
Hajime furiously covered his chest by wrapping his arms around himself, his knees nervously knocking against each other as he narrowed his eyes at the two troublemakers at his door.
“Oh…” Chiaki placed a finger to her lips, peering upwards in thought. “But your door was unlocked, Hinata-kun…”
“What?! That’s not a reason to just—“
Nagito waved him off with a widening smile. “Now, now…maybe you’re just a bit defensive about us overstepping into your privacy because of your wet shirt at breakfast?”
It wasn’t hard to see that Hajime had been fidgeting around all day, trying to cover up his chest when he was forced to meet up with the others on the first Jabberwock Island. His friends couldn’t help but to notice him groping his own chest awkwardly, mumbling half-baked excuses about some sort of injury. After breakfast, everyone had left and whispered about their dear friend and how weird he was acting. If anything, thanks to Ibuki and Hiyoko, everyone had already heard about Hajime’s guarded behavior over his “wet shirt” issues.
Even Nagito had picked up on it while spending time on the second island in the library and wandered over to peek in on his poor fellow student. As he had drifted back towards the Hotel Mirai, he bumped into Chiaki who was noticeably loitering across from Hajime’s cottage. After a quick confrontation, the Ultimate Luckster easily assessed that the Gamer was snooping around to try and cheer up their fellow chestnut haired student. So he offered assistance to back up the sleepy girl with his optimistic attitude after he made sure to grip her hoodie so she couldn’t walk off and reject his offer.
Of course, Chiaki knew a bit more than she was letting on. Thanks to Monokuma’s interference in the Neo World Program, a series of body altering glitches had plagued the system. The previous hour saw Mahiru losing her freckles and Fuyuhiko’s tie’s symbol melting off the fabric. Thankfully, neither of them or the others had noticed the glitches… but Hajime was not so lucky.
“I—It’s not wet!” Hajime stammered, his cheeks going surprisingly pink. He clutched the ends of his arms even tighter, trying to turn away.
But just as he turned away, Chiaki was already in front of him and bent over his lap to get a quick look at the problem. “Wah! Nanami!” How did she get in front of him so fast?! Did she teleport?!
“Hm…” Chiaki hummed, gripping Hajime’s shirt and lifting it up without any shame. “Is the problem coming from here? Is that why you’re so shy-?”
“Nanami! You c-can’t just—!” Hajime stammered, trying to grab her hand.
Unfortunately for him, the big, messy head of his pale-haired “friend” already ducked into his shirt next to Chiaki.
“Komaeda—-! Knock it off, both of you!” Flustered, Hajime tried to tug down on his shirt, but it only trapped both their heads close to his chest. He may as well have given it up… there was no way they couldn’t see it now.
Why were these two bullying him like this?! And worse, they actually stayed under his shirt for a few moments while Hajime couldn’t be sure why he was waiting patiently for them to leave. “Is this all…?” He heard a soft chuckle beneath the shirt and shuddered as the hot breath of Nagito coated his chest.
“Ah…Komaeda, Nanami… knock it off under there!”
“Oh… apologies!” In a cheery manner, Nagito took out his head from underneath Hajime’s shirt and tapped Chiaki’s shoulder to urge her back as well. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, Hinata-kun, but your breasts leaking is nothing to be ashamed about.”
“They-They’re not leaking!” Hajime squealed almost girlishly. “I… I don’t know why this is happening! It’s never done this before and I…”
“Komaeda-kun’s right… it’s not that bad though,” said Chiaki with a small tilt of her head. “You just gotta let it all out, right? Easy fix.”
“…What?”
Chiaki ignored him, staring forward with those dreamy eyes of hers. “Lots of men make milk if you stimulate them right. It’s normal… probably.”
“Could you sound a little MORE CERTAIN?!”
Hajime almost wanted to cry, letting both Nagito and a girl see him like this.
“Ah… I think Nanami is right though,” said Nagito, peering in close. His nimble fingers brushed the buttons of Hajime’s white shirt. “We just need to get all of it out of you somehow…”
Hajime knew that look on Nagito’s face. Hell, he could recognize his intentions just from how red the top of Nagito’s ears were. Nagito’s face was twisted into pure arousal as his own tongue slid suggestively across his bottom lip. One button slipped away, then the second way until his pale hands were cupping Hajime’s large, toned chest.
“Hinata-kun… you’re so strong and beautiful…” Nagito whispered to him.
Why wasn’t Hajime pulling away? His brain ordered him to, but his body didn’t want to react underneath Nagito’s and Chiaki’s eyes. They were fixated on his chest where his brown nipples were swollen and erect in their presence, wet with a lingering drop of hot liquid.
“You guys…” Hajime uttered. His hand weakly reached for Chiaki’s head as she pulled in close by Nagito’s as well to look at her lactating prey. Was he just dreaming? Why did they both have such hungry looks on their faces? He had thought Chiaki could always look so innocent, but she sported a watering mouth that could rival even Nagito’s.
“Hinata-kun…” Her cheeks were lit up with a rosy complexion. “May we milk you?”
Hajime felt his heart skip a beat. The burning, creamy liquid in his breasts seemed to sear all the more when his heard those words leave Chiaki’s full lips. “Wh…What?!” He breathed.
“Your chest is so beautiful, Hinata-kun….” Nagito acted like he was a child in a museum, admiring his first gorgeous piece of art that he had ever witnessed. His light digits circled around Hajime’s nipples, scooping up some of the excess milk leaking. “I know I’m worthless trash… but can I be allowed to lick and taste you here?”
A hot throb sparked its way to Hajime’s core. He shuddered as Nagito pulled close to him. Chiaki’s fingers had joined the other exposed nipple, rubbing it gently in little circles around his areola. Even if Hajime tried to escape, his limbs were pulled back by the two who kept close to his chest.
“You guys…” Hajime panted hotly. He wanted to shove them away. W…Wasn’t this weird? But they both seemed transfixed with groping and massaging his chest.
They utterly swarmed him. Hajime was like a brand new piece of steak laid out for a pack of dogs and he now found herself being stroked, caressed, and played with. “Ahnghh…” He sucked in a breath, arching his back to give the Gamer and the Luckster his breasts to play with. Those warm tongues washed over his pert cherries, suckling upon them like greedy children.
“Ahh-! It’s warm…” Nagito uttered.
Hajime squealed as a burning liquid squirted free from his chest and dribbled into Nagito’s lips.
“It tastes good, Hinata-kun..” Nagito nodded to Chiaki and let his tongue brush against hers to share the warm milk between them. Chiaki opened her mouth to accept his tongue and curiously licked his face like an eager kitten to taste her first helping of milk.
“Mhmm… it really is good, Hinata-kun…” Chiaki said, smiling warmly at him. Hajime’s cheeks were glowing. He couldn’t believe this! His own only milk that came from his chest was trickling down her pretty, pink lips. He felt like he was going to faint at such a sight…
Hajime wanted to pet their heads, to force them down to drink more of him. Never before had his breasts been shown so much attention… Nagito moved in to straddle his waist and kissed and licked his flat tummy, soothing the burning ache left by Hajime’s stiffening cock that was starting to tent in his pants.
Chiaki, meanwhile, took one of Hajime’s hands from Nagito and kissed each knuckle lovingly in turn. Hajime spilled moans from his lips, fighting in futility to steal his hand back and stroke her cheek. His friends … they did this all for him. Their warm bodies cuddled and mauled him until he fell back on the bed, their hungry tongues drawing shapes into his hot flesh. Hajime’s face was curled up in a lewd expression, his mouth watering from every whimper she gave. “It feels so… so…good-! You guys… please…”
As Nagito fixated on wrapping his lips around Hajime’s left nipple and sucking tenderly, Hajime could hear the subtle slide of his pants zipper going down. “N-Nanami, what are y-you doing..?” It was hard to focus as another freeing squirt of thick cream filled Nagito’s hungry mouth again. After swallowing his fill, Nagito switched immediately to the opposite nipple, plucking and teasing it with his teeth until he drew more whimpers from Hajime than coherent words.
After his cock had gone so long without any type of contact in their arms, the small Gamer was eagerly kissing down Hajime’s crotch as she pulled his pants down. “Nanami… you’re—!” Hajime breathed, rocking his hips back and forth. Chiaki went further, unable to help herself. Hajime groaned, taking ahold of Chiaki’s locks of hair, burying her head against his cock as soon as she released him from his underwear.
Chiaki understood. As her tongue lapped up his sticky essence and savored his sweet taste, her fingers traced the veins along his shaft. She stroked them with her tongue, teasing him, enjoying his gentle gasps as she jutted her tongue into the slit of his cock. Once her hands cupped Hajime’s balls, she took his cock’s head between her lips and suckled upon it while Nagito gave Hajime’s nipple a nibble. Hajime yelped and arched his back straight up, trembling from the sudden surprise.
“H-Hey-! That’s dirty-! And so rough…” Hajime sputtered, groaning and moving his hips in slow motions to pump himself through the warm depths of Chiaki’s mouth.
“It looks like we’re both getting milk from you either way, Hinata-kun,” said Nagito, pulling away from his sensitive nub for a moment. Keeping his piercing eyes trained on Hajime’s, he gave the nipple a few more licks. “I personally hope it never stops flowing… you taste so amazing… drinking from Hinata-kun is like a dream come true…”
“F…Fuck… don’t stop…” Temptation felt like it was etched into Hajime’s body now. So rough… Hajime was lulled by Nagito’s and Chiaki’s moans, by the overwhelming heat in the air. The scent of their arousal had possessed him. He felt like wasn’t human anymore. Just a mere animal who needs his tits and cock sucked more than anything else. He was throwing herself away just to melt with their flesh and become one with the two of them. Chiaki himpered against him as he pumped her throat, dancing her tongue around teasingly to drive him closer and closer to the edge.
“K-Komaeda—! Nana…Nanami….!!!”
In and out, in and out, Hajime pumped Chiaki’s mouth relentlessly as the Gamer was now working her voice to hum along his length to get him to orgasm.
This, coupled with Nagito‘s assault on his puffy nipples, made Hajime unable to keep from convulsing in a hot mass of pleasure.
“N-NANAMI-!” Hajime wailed. His hot and heavenly fluids splattered across Chiaki’s cheeks, lips, and hair as he pulled free from her lips. “Nghhh… ohhhh…”
“Looks like Nanami-san got her full helping of your special cream first,” purred Nagito in his ear, watching Chiaki lick the salty cum from her lips. “Nanami’s such a delicate kitten and you got her all dirty… shouldn’t you be punished for that?” His mail sharply pinched Hajime’s right nipple, eliciting a sharp howl from his throat.
Another quick squirt of hot milk shot out from his abused nipple and dribbled down his tanned areola until Chiaki’s tongue joined the party. She quickly lapped up the bittersweet liquid, panting from her facial just moments before.
“Don’t worry, Hinata-kun,” she whispered proudly, her thumb stroking his left nipple. “We’re going to stay with you until it stops… we want so much more…”
Hajime wanted to pass out as the two crawled over him again like animals. There was no possible way this was a human feeling. The two mated with him and squeezed and nourished his breasts without hesitance. They made pure, unadulterated, unhindered love to one another. They were hungry like wolves and they took what they wanted. Filthy… so filthy. By the end of it, Hajime didn’t feel clean anymore and didn’t think he ever would again.
Eventually, he was left to lie there in a daze as the two insatiable beasts he had for classmates squeezed his breasts and drank his milk throughout the day and then long into the night…
—
Thankfully the body altering glitches in the program had stopped by the next morning. No matter how much Nagito and Chiaki suckled on his nipples, Hajime couldn’t give milk anymore.
“This really sucks…” Chiaki said with a yawn. “We were going to make you cow ears and a bell…”
Hajime’s eyes shot open just as Nagito was pleasantly stroking his hair. “I’m sorry. You were what—?!”