A Forest flowing with Milk and Honey - Chapter 2.3

“Where is it?”

“Over there… in the second drawer…”

Even pointing in the right direction took effort. Woo-rim whimpered, almost gagging, as she lay on her side. Her tear-streaked eyes followed Tae-oh, who was now kneeling by the drawer, his broad back filling her view.

Tae-oh found the small, cream-colored br3ast pump and looked at it with disdain before walking back over to her.

“I can’t do it by myself…”

Woo-rim whispered weakly.

“Do you want me to call someone?”

“No… it’s embarrassing…”

“Then what do you expect me to do? Don’t get the wrong idea. This is just a medical necessity. There are professionals who specialize in this kind of thing.”

Woo-rim tried to imagine who Tae-oh might call.
Would he bring in a postpartum care masseuse? It wasn’t impossible, but it would take time.
Maybe he would ask Mrs. Kim, the housekeeper. She was a middle-aged woman with three children and probably knew what to do.
But Woo-rim didn’t want either option. She felt she couldn’t trust anyone else.

“Woorim…”

Groaning softly, Woorim tugged at Tae-oh’s sleeve. He had just placed the br3ast pump beside her, already poised to exit the room.
“Fine. I’ll send someone in, so let go.”
“Who?”

“Mrs. Kim.”

Of course, Woorim thought, letting out a faint, resigned laugh.
“You said it was a medical issue. Isn’t it the first responder’s job to provide immediate care?”
“…How comfortable are you with me, really?” Tae-oh muttered, frustration seeping into his voice.

Comfortable? Woorim silently disagreed. If she truly felt at ease around him, she wouldn’t have taken such a long, roundabout way to ask for his help. Her heart wouldn’t be pounding like it was about to burst, and she wouldn’t be hesitating and struggling like this.

“You’re not out of breath, and you can still speak just fine. If you have the energy for that, you can do it yourself,” he said, coldly pushing away Woorim’s hand when she hesitated, biting her lip. But she quickly grabbed hold of him again, desperate.
“It hurts. I’m not pretending. It really hurts…”

The pain felt like her chest was being ripped apart—literally. It was so intense, inside and out, that tears began to roll down her cheeks.
“Director… Please, help me. I’m begging you…”
Tears streamed down Woorim’s face as she weakly clutched at his clothes. Her delicate, trembling hands had a way of driving even the calmest person to the edge.

“This girl… always knows how to mess with people…” Tae-oh growled through gritted teeth. He regretted his harsh words the moment he spoke, but still, he angrily yanked up Woorim’s shirt.
Stop it. Just stop, you idiot. What are you doing? His rational side screamed, but it was no use. At that moment, he couldn’t hear any reason.
“Ah! It hurts, slow down…”

“If you had any sense, you’d at least try to stop me!” he snapped.

Woorim simply looked up at him with clear, innocent eyes. She had asked him for help, so why would she try to stop him now?
“Why is it always me who ends up like this…” Tae-oh muttered under his breath, biting back his frustration as he quickly pulled off her t-shirt and unclasped her bra. Now that he had started, he was determined to finish this quickly, his actions swift and resolute.
Woorim was beautiful. Her delicate frame carried a certain allure that caught the male gaze, and Tae-oh found it maddeningly captivating. It twisted his expression even more as he glared at her delicate, rosy n1pples, pressing the pump against her br3ast.

The br3ast pump was straightforward to use. Attach it, turn it on, and let it do its work. He started on the lowest setting.

A soft hum filled the room as the clear suction cup latched onto her br3ast, causing the tender flesh to tighten and her n1pples to perk up sharply.

“Ah! Director, aah! Ah…!”

“Quiet.”

“It hurts… it really hurts…!”
Woorim’s face went pale, and she began to gag slightly. Tae-oh, who had been determined to finish this quickly, found himself unable to push forward after seeing her in such distress.
“This damn thing! Who the hell designed this? Which manufacturer is it?” he grumbled, tossing the pump aside. It landed softly on the bed, unharmed. A few drops of milk trickled into the transparent container, clouding it with a milky hue.

“I can’t do this… It hurts too much. Please… just suck it instead,” she pleaded, voice weak.

“What?”

“Dads do it… sometimes,” she stammered.
“You little…! Do I look like your dad?” he snapped.

Woorim knew her request was shameless, which is why she couldn’t meet his eyes as she spoke. But despite her embarrassment, she timidly pushed her chest forward, wordlessly asking him to take care of her in the only way she thought might work.
“What a mess… You were born just to drive me crazy, weren’t you?”

Even as he softened his words, he still held back his harsher thoughts. He could have easily called her worse names, but he restrained himself.

“Director…”

Once more, Woorim offered her chest to him, her swollen, milky n1pples gently swaying, exuding a sweet scent.

“I’ll do it, but stop rushing me.”

Damn it. Tae-oh silently cursed as he tried to figure out the best way to proceed.
He placed a thick pillow on his lap and positioned Woorim on top of it. The height was just right, bringing her pale, round br3asts right in front of his eyes.

“Hmm…”

Woorim blushed as she looked down at him, her dark eyebrows furrowing as she shyly averted her gaze. Tae-oh noticed for the first time how her eyelashes, long and delicate, framed her eyes so beautifully.

Underneath the smooth bridge of her nose, her lips wrapped around her n1pple, sucking softly. The slightly dry lips quickly became moist with milk, stirring a sense of forbidden pleasure within him.

Tae-oh was often perceived as cold and distant, but his mouth was hot. His tongue, slick and warm, enveloped her n1pple, while his lips sealed around it. The warmth melted the painful tightness in her chest, and she let out a soft, sweet sigh.

“Ah… hmm…”

He wasn’t sure how hard he should suck, so he started gently, careful not to hurt her. Though he tried to stay composed and avoid inappropriate thoughts, the way she made no effort to hide her moans only served to ignite his irritation.
“Don’t make a sound,” he warned sharply before resuming. He sucked, sometimes nipping lightly, unsure whether he was soothing or teasing. He struggled to find the right pressure, worried about causing her pain.

“Harder… yes, harder…” she whimpered, unaware of how her pleas only provoked him further. The bright flush on her face, so different from the earlier pale, pained expression, was entrancing.
“Woorim, shut up,” he growled, his tone harsh, like a beast sensing danger. But Woorim wasn’t afraid.

“It hurts… use your hand, please…”

While the right side, where he was focused, was relieved, the left side ached from neglect. The cold, tight feeling prompted her to guide his hand to her other br3ast. His large hand twitched at the contact, the sensation both ticklish and arousing.

“Just a bit harder… please…”

Without warning, his hand clamped down like a bear’s paw, squeezing her br3ast. Flesh bulged between his fingers, and a spurt of milk shot out from her n1pple.
“Ahh!”
Woorim gasped, her lips parting slightly. The rush of relief brought on a near-ecstatic sense of freedom, sending shivers down her spine. His strong hand continued to knead her br3ast, coaxing out more milk.

“Ah, yes… it feels good… yes, this side too… ah!”
She clung to Tae-oh’s neck, her slender arms wrapped tightly around him. Tae-oh, now face-deep in her br3asts, licked up the milk streaming down her cleavage, his tone gruff.

“I get it, now let go.”

The visual and physical sensation was overwhelming, the kind of pleasure he hadn’t expected. He was surprised by how sensitive and responsive her chest was, and she kept rubbing her br3asts against his face, craving more.

“Ah… director… director…”

Her voice was so teasing, so sultry, that it drove him to the brink of madness. With a sudden burst of frustration, he pried her hands off his neck and shoved her onto the bed.
“Stop moving around and stay still!” he snapped.
Gathering her wrists in one hand, he loosened his tie and used it to bind them together.

Woorim’s eyes widened as she looked up at him, sunlight streaming through the window, highlighting her milk-soaked, glistening br3asts. Her heart pounded so hard that she was sure he could hear it. Embarrassment flooded her, making her face turn bright red.

“Let me go!”

“Not until I’m done. If you had just listened, it wouldn’t have come to this.”
Honestly, this was probably the best outcome; if she hadn’t been restrained, things might have escalated even more.

With a wry smirk, Tae-oh resumed his task, focusing on her br3asts. He gently squeezed from the top down, sucking at her n1pples to release the tension. Even though he was careful, his mouth quickly filled with milk.

“More than enough milk for a baby. Why the hell is there so much?” he grumbled, gulping it down. Despite his words, the cool, refreshing sensation felt good as it went down his throat. Woorim stared at him, almost entranced.

“Is it… good?” she asked, voice barely a whisper.
Tae-oh froze, eyes narrowing at her. “Didn’t I tell you to keep quiet?”

“I was just curious… ah… mmmph?”

He clamped his hand over her mouth, stifling her voice.