His lactating lover

03

I started working at the warehouse. The job was simple, just responsible for the registration of products in and out of the factory. However, the warehouse supervisor, Ms. Wang, was a bit strange. When she first met me, she didn't care about my business ability, but instead, she groped my chest.

"Emily Yang, are you real or fake?" She almost made me overflow by touching me, which scared me and made me quickly dodge to the side.

"It's real, Ms. Wang. I'm going to work now." Ms. Wang praised me behind my back, saying that I was very good.

I didn't understand why she thought I was good, just because of my big chest? I usually don't get too close to the women in the warehouse, as I'm used to being alone.

One day, when I went to the canteen for lunch, I noticed something unusual. People were pointing at me and whispering. Some male workers even whistled at me.

"Emily Yang, you're getting prettier and prettier." "Your work uniform seems to have gotten smaller. Let me buy you a new one."

Samantha Ye looked at this with a smirk on her face. I knew it was her spreading rumors about me again. It was frustrating, but I tried to stay calm.

Michael Liu entered the canteen and heard the comments. He was angry, but I signaled him not to intervene. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me upset.

My calmness made Samantha Ye furious. She confronted me, accusing me of having no real skills except for seducing men.

"Just because you have two big breasts, you think you're special?" Samantha Ye taunted while eating.

I didn't want to argue with her, but she continued to provoke me.

"Emily Yang, I think you're hiding something. Why do you live in a single room when everyone else lives in dormitories? You must have some secret." She said loudly, making sure everyone in the canteen heard.

I stood up angrily.

"Why don't we switch rooms if you're so curious? You can live in that small, rundown temporary house." I was trying to protect my secret, fearing they would discover it if I lived in the dormitory.

Samantha Ye laughed.

"I know what your problem is. I saw you hiding in the toilet, squeezing your breasts. You're just horny." She said even louder, making everyone look at me.

Samantha Ye then tried to grope my chest, which made me panic. If she touched me there, I might lose control and overflow in front of everyone.

"Get away from me!" I shouted.

Just as we were about to fight, Michael Liu intervened. He pushed Samantha Ye away and warned everyone not to cause trouble in public.

Samantha Ye tried to stir up more trouble by complaining about me living in a single room. Michael Liu responded coldly.

"There's an abandoned restroom next to it. If you want to live in a single room, you can move there." He said, making everyone laugh at Samantha Ye.

She stomped off angrily, and I felt relieved. Michael Liu had promised to protect me, and he did.

To thank him, I decided to bring him some milk after my bath. However, as I left my room, I tripped over a large stone and fell, spilling all the milk.

Michael Liu rushed out to help me up. His hands touched my chest, sending an electric sensation through my body. My face turned red, and I quickly got up.

"I'll go get you another bottle," I said nervously.

Michael Liu helped me up and suggested I change clothes. He gave me one of his t-shirts, which smelled like him. I felt embarrassed but agreed.

As I changed, Michael Liu watched me, and I noticed his eyes lingering on my chest. My wet sleepwear had made my shape more visible than usual.

"Um, you can go outside while I get you another bottle," I said, feeling flustered.

Michael Liu's breathing became noticeably heavier as he placed his hand on my waist, attempting to pull me into his embrace.

I blushed and pushed him away, "Liu Team Leader, don't do this, I'll go back to my room to squeeze some for you."

Michael Liu finally released me and said, "I'll go outside to check if there are any abnormalities around the house. This stone wasn't here when I left for work, so someone must have deliberately put it there."

Left alone in the room, I finally relaxed.

Michael Liu's room was neat and tidy, which was surprising for a man. On his bookshelf, there was a photo of him with a refined-looking boy who resembled him. The photo was well-preserved, not a speck of dust on it. I hadn't expected such a rugged man to have such a delicate side.

Curious about him, I spent some time looking around the room before remembering my task. I lifted my clothes, trying to squeeze out some milk, but nothing came out. I had already given him a cup earlier, and now I was struggling to produce more.

Desperate, I decided to stimulate myself like before, hoping to produce enough milk for Michael Liu. I lay down on his bed, feeling the warmth and his masculine scent in the sheets. Holding the shirt he gave me, I began to rub against the sheets, trying to generate enough arousal to produce milk.

It worked! I felt my chest begin to swell, and the milk seemed ready to flow out. Determined to let Michael Liu drink the milk, I continued to stimulate myself, hoping to produce enough.

As I lay there, I thought I heard Michael Liu return, but when I called out to him, there was no response. I must have been imagining things. After getting dressed, I waited for a while before Michael Liu came back inside.

He mentioned that he hadn't found the culprit but would continue investigating. However, he avoided eye contact with me, looking somewhat unnatural.

Did he see me lying on the bed earlier? I couldn't bring myself to look at him, feeling embarrassed. I reminded him to drink the milk on the table and quickly left the room.

Just as I was about to leave, I noticed that Michael Liu's bedsheet and shirt were damp. Realizing that it might have been my arousal that caused the wetness, I felt immense shame and hurriedly exited the room.