Chapter 227: Milking at Rooftop (R-18)
"Then shall we limit it to the upper half?"
Rohit’s hands left the soft curve of her ass and rose to her waist instead.
He kept her body locked against his, the hard line of his cock still pressed firmly through their clothes, but his touch grew lighter—more deliberate.
One palm slid slowly up her side, stopping just beneath the gentle swell of her breast, applying the faintest pressure to keep the tension alive.
He guided her backward until the cool metal of the rooftop railing pressed against her lower back, sealing any chance of retreat. The night wind moved across them again, sharper than before. Neither stepped away.
Seo-yeon’s eyes were half-lidded, lips slightly swollen and glistening from their kiss.
Her fingers remained curled tightly in the front of his shirt.Conflict flickered across her face—the careful part of her still whispering caution, the deeper part already past the line.
Then a quiet resolve settled in her gaze. She had imagined this more times than she cared to admit. A little further... what real harm could it do?
She gave the smallest nod, a soft "hmm" escaping her throat.
A smug smile curved Rohit’s mouth.
He leaned in, kissed the tip of her nose, then flicked his tongue across it just enough to make her flinch.
In the same fluid motion he caught the hem of her oversized t-shirt and dragged it upward, all the way to her neck.
Cool air rushed over newly bare skin.
Seo-yeon immediately crossed her arms over her chest, but Rohit caught both wrists in one hand and pinned them gently above her, using the other to finish pulling the shirt free.
"What’s the rush?" he murmured, voice low and amused. "We’re only getting started."
Her face burned a deeper red.
She tried to turn away, voice small. "It’s so embarrassing... please don’t look."
Rohit only smirked, draping the shirt neatly over the railing.
His hands returned to her waist, sliding upward along the slim, curved lines of her torso before he suddenly yanked her flush against him.
Her soft, plush breasts pressed into his chest, the only barrier left the thin red fabric of her bra.
He kissed her cheek in quiet approval. "Good girl. Now open your bra yourself. I want to see it."
His hands settled on her shoulders, easing her back just enough so he could look.
His gaze dropped shamelessly to the deep cleavage framed by the red straps.
Seo-yeon bit her lower lip, then reached behind herself.
The clasp gave way with a soft click.
She peeled the cups forward, revealing the full, round weight of her 32D breasts—pale, heavy, and already tight with cold and anticipation—before her hands flew up to cover them again. Only the glowing press of skin between her fingers remained visible.
"You won’t laugh, right?" she asked, voice uncertain. "I’ve never shown this to anyone."
Rohit chuckled. "Oh, I remember. Last time I only got to squeeze them from behind when a certain someone decided to take care of herself without telling me first."
Still covering herself with one arm, she smacked the empty bra against his chest. "Shut your stupid mouth."
He winced theatrically, then brought the warm fabric to his nose and inhaled with exaggerated delight. "Ah... memories. Is this a gift, then?"
Seo-yeon lunged to snatch it back, but he caught her wrist and, in the same motion, pulled her other arm away.
Her breasts spilled free—two proud, perfectly round mounds of soft flesh, crowned with small pink nipples and matching delicate areolas that tightened further under his stare.
"Let go," she pleaded, though the words lacked real force.
Rohit’s eyes lingered on the size of her breasts. He had seen bigger ones before, but most of the Korean partners from his past life had capped at a C-cup. She hasn’t even crossed twenty, yet they looked so full and ripe. One thought immediately filled his mind — how good a titjob would feel. It was one of his favorites.
But he cooled himself down quickly. A refined girl like Seo-yeon probably wouldn’t be ready for that on the very first day after confessing her feelings. I should let her get used to this first.
He shook his head, eyes dark with open hunger as he answered her earlier question.
"Nope. They’re beautiful. I want to taste."
Before she could protest further he bent and closed his mouth over one peaked nipple, tongue dragging slow and wet across the sensitive tip before he sucked it deeper.
At the same time his free hand claimed the other breast, squeezing firmly, fingers sinking into the warm, heavy flesh and lifting it against his palm.
A sharp wave of pleasure shot straight through Seo-yeon’s body. Her back arched against the railing as a weak, broken whimper left her throat. "You’re really going to do it..."
Rohit pulled back just long enough to smirk up at her, breath warm against the glistening nipple he had just claimed.
"Absolutely."
He drew her nipple deeper into his mouth, tongue flattening against the soft peak before curling around it in a slow, wet swirl.
The flesh was impossibly yielding—warm, silken, almost melting against the heat of his tongue.
Every gentle pull made the soft weight of her breast shift and jiggle in his palm as he pressed upward, kneading the full, heavy curve, watching the pale skin flush under his fingers.
’Damn... these are on a different level.’ The thought hit him hard.
The texture was unreal—smooth as warm silk, the skin so fine it seemed to drink in the heat of his mouth.
He squeezed again, slower this time, letting the soft mass spill between his fingers, then pressed his palm flat and rolled it in a deliberate circle, feeling the whole breast move and bounce lightly against his hand.
*Boing*
A low thrill ran through him at how easily she filled his hand.
Seo-yeon’s knees weakened with every firm pull of his lips. His tongue circled her nipple in slow, wet strokes before sealing around it and sucking hard. Each focused tug sent a sharp shiver straight down her spine.
Her fingers clenched and unclenched helplessly at her sides. The cool night air kissed the wet skin he left behind, only making the next pull stronger.
Her breath grew short. The railing was the only thing keeping her upright.
"Rohit..." Her voice came out soft, almost dazed. "I’m feeling a little weird..."
Rohit’s reply came muffled against her skin as he brought both breasts together, pressing the soft mounds close so he could take both nipples into his mouth at once.
His tongue flicked and twirled over the twin peaks while he sucked, the wet heat sealing around them.
"It’s fine," he murmured between slow pulls. "You’ll feel like you want to cum without me even touching you there."
Seo-yeon’s pulse tightened. The hard heat of his crotch rubbed steadily against her groin through the denim, each small shift sending a low ache through her.
She hugged his head closer, trapping him between the soft weight of her breasts, and began to rock her hips against him in a slow, searching rhythm.
Rohit’s hand dropped between them.
The soft sound of a zipper opening cut through the night air.
A moment later he guided her fingers around him—thick, heavy, and somehow fuller than she remembered. The hot, velvet-smooth length pulsed once in her palm.
He never stopped sucking. His mouth worked greedily at her nipples while his hands kept kneading the soft flesh, and Seo-yeon felt the same familiar pulse of thrill roll through her body.
She stroked him in time with the pulls of his mouth, feeling every ridge and the steady throb of his cock against her fingers.
He sucked harder, almost greedily, and a low, frustrated curse left him.
"Fuck... still no milk."