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Diana grasped the edges of the sink, stared into the mirror, and heaved a long sigh. A pearlescent mixture of who-knows-what decorated the front of her uniform, seeping into the fabric and onto her skin. If it was anything else, she could simply magic the mess away and get on with her day. But this wasn’t one of those cases, because of course it wasn’t. Nothing was ever easy when it came to Akko or anyone in her orbit.
Stupid Advanced Potions class. Stupid Sucy Manbavaran. Stupid Akko Kagari! It was all so pointless. No one else was going to keep the peace when the red team started goofing off again, so of course it had to be her to step in and stop Akko from drinking whatever insane (and potentially deadly) concoction Sucy had cooked up when the instructor wasn’t looking. She swore the Luna Nova faculty intentionally looked the other way when the red team was involved. But she should have known better. Akko was an absolute menace in the presence of anything fragile, and her bad luck was legendary at this point. When the bottle slipped, tipped, dipped, and then shattered, it came as no surprise, even if Diana was absolutely livid it stained her uniform. While Sucy ensured her it was harmless, Diana knew her Potions 101, and any potion could produce side effects if not administered properly.
And something told her soaking her entire chest in a potion meant to be taken orally would have at least some effects. But, like the diligent student she was, she calmly (at least, on the outside) returned to her dorm room, changed into a fresh uniform, and proceeded to her next class like nothing had happened. Was this the best possible course of action? Probably not, but she would not let Akko drag her down to her level yet again and make her miss class.
So there she sat, listening to Professor Badcock lecture the class on something Diana had already read about months ago. It wasn’t so bad, she could do with a review of the more obscure aspects of magical formulae. Not the most pleasant of classes, but far from her worst. At least she could partially tune out and—
Well.
Her period wasn’t due for another two weeks at least, and yet her breasts ached when she accidentally pressed against them while taking notes. Either her period was concerningly early, or…
Sucy. Akko. Of course. If either of them had actually dumped a concerningly-early-period-potion on her, she swore she would make what little time they had left at Luna Nova as miserable as possible. But for now, she just had to endure.
And what a struggle it turned out to be. The ache only grew stronger as class went on, until she was certain something very wrong was happening. As discreetly as possible, she glanced down at her chest and hefted one breast in her hand. Bad idea! Bad idea! It was firm, much more than she’d ever experienced, and unbelievably tender. She disguised her wince with a hand and tried to focus on her notes. What was the last thing Professor Badcock said?
Thankfully, nothing else changed for the rest of class, but that didn’t stop her from glancing around to make sure no one else noticed her behavior. Her breasts weren’t inflating like a balloon, at least, because that would be just what she needed. But something else was happening, and she just needed to get the day over with so she could return to the privacy of her room and investigate.
But she knew she wasn’t lucky enough for that. Halfway down the hall, while she was trying her best to chat normally with Hannah and Barbara, an odd tingling spread through her breasts. It wasn’t powerful, but just enough to grab her attention mid sentence and send a jolt of sensation between her legs. She stumbled over nothing, and Barbara caught her by the arm.
“You okay?” she asked, looking up at her with those big green eyes.
Diana gritted her teeth and nodded, trying to collect her scattered thoughts enough to finish the conversation. But all she could think about was that feeling, like static deep inside her breasts.
“Yeah you’ve been acting weird since last class.” Hannah took her place on Diana’s other side and gave her a once-over. “Damn, Diana. Your ti—”
“Don’t!”
Hannah shot her a smirk and walked on ahead, hands clasped innocently behind her back. She looked over her shoulder at Barbara, who gave Diana an apologetic shrug before hurrying after Hannah. Diana just groaned and stepped off to the side of the hallway right before the stairs, weaving through the throngs of other Luna Nova students in the process. Some of them politely waved while others pointedly ignored her; the expected highs and lows of the Cavendish name. Once she reached the wall, she allowed herself a slight slump against it. Her bra wasn’t cutting it anymore. Every step up would be painful, and she needed to mentally prepare herself to endure it with a straight face.
“Diana?”
Sweet Beatrix, please.
She took a deep breath. “Yes, Akko?”
The last person she wanted to see stepped out of the river of students and paused in front of her. “You changed.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Your clothes, that is.”
“What are you getting at? Just say it.”
Akko grinned. “I’ve just never seen you slouch before, that’s all.”
“I’m not slouching!” Diana said, no longer slouching.
“You tired or something? Weak? Side effects from the… thing?”
Diana crossed her arms over her chest (ouch) and turned to walk up the stairs. “No! Nothing has happened at all!”
And yet, it had never hurt like this. And there was the… other feeling. The one she ignored and placed into the “too busy worrying about my boobs exploding, deal with later” box inside her mind. She had class to get to! She refused to let her body stop her.
And so there she sat, listening to Professor Finnelan lecture the class on something Diana had already read about months ago. It wasn’t so bad, she—Okay, no, it was pretty bad. Thankfully, her breasts hadn’t changed all that much since class started, but her nipples itched. What kind of thing caused that? What kind of accursed potion did Sucy even make? She did her best to ignore it, opting instead to write out every rune of the Luna alphabet. It worked. For a short time. She was halfway through when something wet pressed against her chest.
Or, not something wet. Her chest itself was wet and sticking to her bra! She fought the instinct to stand and bolt from the classroom. Doing so would just draw more attention to herself, and that was the last thing she needed. With enough luck, her bra would contain whatever was happening to her and she could escape to her dorm unnoticed.
As if anything Diana Cavendish did could go unnoticed. The instant class ended, students swarmed her, asking for notes, her help, or just a scrap of her attention. She managed to ward the worst of it off with a cold stare before Hannah and Barbara could swoop in and run interference. They were usually pretty good at giving her space as she walked through the halls, but they couldn’t be expected to stop an unstoppable force.
“Dianaaaaa!”
She barely had time to steel her resolve before Akko careened into view. She held a glass bottle in one hand, and a stack of books in the other. Hannah tried to intercept her, but she slipped past her like water through a sieve.
“Akko, what—”
In Hannah’s valiant attempt to keep Akko away, she only managed to trip her. The bottle flew out of Akko’s hand and spun through the air. (Honestly, what other outcome could she have expected?) If the last one did… whatever it did to Diana’s chest, she didn’t want to find out what this one had in store for her! So she dove for it, arms outstretched, looking like an American football player, and caught the bottle just before it hit the ground. Which meant she followed suit shortly after. Luckily, Akko was there to break her fall, and she only landed with a solid thump, a groan, and the most horrifying surge of relief as something shot out of her nipples and soaked the front of her shirt.
She propped herself up on her hands. The tension in her chest had abated ever-so-slightly, but now she had bigger problems. Whatever had come out of her had soaked through her bra, shirt, and the rest of her uniform. And Akko laid underneath her, eyes fixed on her chest.
“Oh!” Akko covered her mouth with both hands, a look of horror across her face. “The potion! Please tell me it didn’t spill on you again!”
Diana looked down, pretending to be surprised at the wet front of her uniform. There was no plausible explanation, the bottle was in her hand, intact. “Um… It’s alright. It’s here.” She handed Akko the potion and scrambled to her feet, making a show out of smoothing her skirt and fixing her hair. Maybe if she acted like nothing was amiss, no one else would notice. (As if anyone could miss the fiery blush spreading over her entire body.)
“Oh but something’s still on your uniform! Here, let me clean—”
“Absolutely not!” Diana took off at a pace bordering on improper. She just needed to get to her dorm. She just needed to get some real privacy and everything would be okay.
Akko hollered down the hall, waving the bottle over her head. “But Diana! Sucy made a counter to whatever we spilled on you!”
“Absolutely not!” She left it at that, practically slid down the stairs, and thundered into her dorm room. A flick of her wand slammed the door shut behind her, and another incantation cleansed her clothes of the mysterious liquid. Her breasts still ached, but at least everything felt relatively dry for the first time in a while. But it wasn’t long before she felt that tingling sensation again, and her bra dampened once more.
Now that she was safely ensconced in her dorm room, she stripped out of her uniform and bra and underwear and examined herself in the mirror before she had to clean everything yet again. Sure enough, her breasts were considerably larger than they had ever been before. Large and swollen, nipples stiff even in the warm air, everything still tender to the touch. But what had happened earlier? She gave her breasts an exploratory squeeze, and nearly leaped out of her skin in shock when a considerable amount of white fluid spurted from her nipple. It looked exactly like…
She refused to think about it. Perish the thought! That is not what was happening to her! Diana Cavendish did not spill potions on herself, she did not allow magic to alter her body unwillingly, and she absolutely, positively, emphatically did not… lactate.
Nine help her, she thought about it. The explanation was just too perfect. The swelling, the tenderness, the wetness. All signs pointed to lactation. But she wasn’t pregnant, that was quite literally impossible, unless she was now on the fast track to joining the ranks of Catholic Saints. So it had to be the potion, it had to be a side effect of the mystery liquid touching her skin directly. Which was great! Magical effects like this were child’s play to dispel, even if said effect had been delivered by one of Sucy’s admittedly impressively potent concoctions.
A flashy whip of her wand and an incantation should have done the trick (the flashy little whip more for her own sake than anything else), but when the brilliant blue glow faded from her breasts, they hadn’t changed. In fact, all she’d managed to accomplish was giving herself enough time to start leaking again.
The damage was already done. The spell didn’t work because the magical effect had already happened. It made sense, but didn’t make her predicament any less frustrating. Spells to remove milk from one’s breasts weren’t exactly part of the core curriculum at Luna Nova. She would have to get creative, and fast, before she dripped all over the floor again. But did she really have the time or wherewithal to invent a milk removal spell? And besides, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant when she’d landed on top of Akko…
No. She couldn’t think like that. She couldn’t imagine Akko in relation to her breasts at all. That was just asking for trouble. She just needed to sit, try to calm down, and think. But sitting at her desk with aching, leaking breasts wasn’t conducive to productive thinking. She found her hands drifting towards her breasts and, before she could stop herself, squeezed.
Milk ran down the curves of both breasts, and a pleasant tingling spread through her. It ran all the way down her spine and between her legs, and she shuddered. Another squeeze brought another pair of streams, and it just felt so good. The smallest release of so much pressure. A third squeeze, and she moaned. A mortifying experience, for sure, and she frantically looked over her shoulder to make sure she was still alone in the dorm. She was, but that didn’t stop the blush from coloring her cheeks when she noticed the puddle of milk in her lap. The white fluid ran down her bare legs and pooled on the floor.
This was a terrible idea. She was making a mess. But it just felt so good, she didn’t want to stop. And, in all honesty, she couldn’t deny she was curious. A swipe of her finger and a timid stroke of her tongue brought a new level of shame to her already burning cheeks, but that didn’t change the facts: she liked the taste. It was quite strange. Much different from cow milk or oat milk or almond milk or whatever else they milked these days, but not horrible.
She couldn’t stop herself now. She kneaded her breast with one hand, sighing with what little relief she could wring out of herself as her other hand drifted between her legs. Her clit throbbed with need, spurred on by the fading taste on her tongue and the warm fluid trickling from her nipple. It was like an electric shock when she finally pressed her fingers against herself, and she knew better than to hold back. Her orgasm came fast, but it faded to hardly a memory soon after. The immense pressure remained. The pulsing desire continued. It wasn’t enough. She was still too full, still too needy.
More milk ran down her stomach, and she collapsed back against the chair with a frustrated groan. This was humiliating. Diana Cavendish, forced to resort to milking herself. She briefly considered hunting down a breast pump, but where in Luna Nova could she possibly find that? And the questions she would face! No, she had to do it manually.
A small knock on the door jolted her back to her senses.
“Diana? We’re coming in.”
Oh no! Diana shot to her feet and searched for clean clothes. The doorknob rattled just as she pulled a fresh uniform on, and then opened just as she finished casting a spell to clean the milk from the floor. Hannah and Barbara entered the dorm, and Diana tried to play it cool. Tried to play it as cool as she could when she was leaking into her bra.
She pretended to be deep in thought hunched over her desk, and the girls didn’t bother her. And she really did need to study, too! Maybe that’s what she needed, a distraction. She would leak regardless, might as well try to ignore it and get something of value done. Her… problem could wait for later.
And it was a valiant effort on her part. She really did try! But there was only so much a woman could do while her breasts insisted on soaking her bra every half hour. By the time lights out rolled around, Diana was sweating with the effort of maintaining her composure. She hurt, and it was hard to endure when she knew the solution was right there, a squeeze away.
“Hello, girls. I’m heading to take a shower.” Diana grabbed a towel from her shelf and her bag of toiletries. It was as good a cover as she could manage, and she knew neither of them would question her. And it was late! A perfectly normal time to take a shower!
Barbara looked concerned, but didn’t speak.
“It’s really close to curfew. You sure you’re feeling okay?” Hannah gave her another scrutinizing once-over, and Diana did not miss how she lingered a touch too long on her chest. “If Akko did something to you…”
“Don’t worry. Everything is okay. Just one of those days; you understand.”
Hannah nodded. “Let us know if you need anything.”
Barbara concurred.
Diana slipped out of the dorm and prayed she was late enough for everyone else to be gone. Sure enough, the communal bathroom was empty, and the furthest shower stall was open. She locked herself inside and sat on the bench with a sigh. Her clothes came away damp with milk, and she just sat for a minute, watching it drip out of her. Sweet Beatrix, she ached. She rolled her breasts in her hand, and let out a long, low moan as more milk flowed. It was a relief, but only a small one. She tried to squeeze harder, and more came out, but it still wasn’t enough. Something was missing.
The bathroom door opened, and then shut. Diana sat still as a statue, still clutching her breasts. Her hands were slick with milk, however, and she was just desperate enough to slide her fingers forward and pinch a nipple.
Milk sprayed out of her, enough to force a squeaky, breathy, “Oh!”
She clapped a damp hand over her mouth and begged the universe to let whoever else was in this bathroom remain clueless. But the universe hated her, apparently, because that’s not what happened.
“Diana, is that you?”
Why? Why was this her life? Of all the people, of all the students in Luna Nova, why did it have to be her?
“Go away, Akko.” She swallowed hard and bit her tongue to suppress another moan as she squeezed her other nipple. More milk, but her breasts were still as swollen and tender as ever. She was making no progress, and now she had to deal with the nosiest witch in all existence!
“Are you okay? You sound like you’re in pain.”
“I’m fi—” Her hips jerked forward of their own accord as her fingers found her nipples yet again. Nine, she had to get it together. “I’m fine,” she repeated, without moaning this time. “Just go away.” She just needed to get this milk out! But no matter how much came out, there was always more! And if she tried harder, she was too sensitive to focus!
“Listen, if that potion did something to you—”
“Nothing’s wrong Akko!” It came out more strained than she expected. Not her most believable performance.
“Diana, open this door or I’m getting help.”
“Nothing’s—Ugh, why do you even care, anyway? You just want to torment me more?”
“So what if I do? You telling me I get to you? Is the great Diana Cavendish flustered?”
“Flustered?!” She kept kneading her breasts and prayed Akko couldn’t hear the steady drip of milk on the floor.
“Okay, that’s it. Something weird’s going on in there. Open. Up.”
“Weird? I’m trying to take a shower!”
The door handle rattled. This was actually happening, wasn’t it? Akko actually chose now of all times to be the most annoying witch at Luna Nova, possibly in the entire world, even.
“Don’t make me blast this door open.”
“Like you even know how!”
“Do you really want me to try?”
Diana paused. No. She absolutely did not want Akko to attempt an explosion spell! And… her efforts weren’t working. The pressure was getting to her now. She could barely think about anything else. What exactly was she willing to do to get relief?
She hated how easily the answer came to her.
“Akko, I swear, if you speak a word of this to anyone, I will put you through more suffering than you can comprehend.”
“Whatever. Hurry up.”
Diana begrudgingly unlocked the stall door and sat back down. It was too late to clean up the mess. It was too late to do anything, really. Akko stepped in and took a look around.
First, the pile of Diana’s clothes in the corner.
Second, the white puddle on the floor.
Third, Diana on the bench, arm draped across her breasts in a failed attempt to preserve her modesty.
“Jennifer’s tits!” Akko exclaimed.
“Akko! Don’t be crass!”
“Diana, you’re literally sitting naked in the shower in a puddle of milk! And you call me obscene?”
“Just sh-shut up.”
Akko took a step forward and looked down at her shoe splashed in the puddle of milk. “So… this was the potion, right?”
“What do you think?”
Much to Diana’s chagrin, Akko seemed to legitimately consider the question. “I don’t recall you getting knocked up any time recently.”
“That should be obvious!”
“And I’m not aware of a spell that could cause these effects.”
“Of course not! You think… milking is part of the Luna Nova curriculum?!”
Akko shrugged. “I’ve never read a syllabus in my life, I wouldn’t know. You tell me.”
A droplet of milk fell down to Diana’s thigh, and then slid off and landed in the puddle with a tiny, pitiful plop. “Just… shut up.”
“What am I even supposed to say in a situation like this?!” Akko threw her hands in the air and paced the shower stall. “I find perfect Miss Cavendish holed up in the shower well after curfew covered in milk!”
“Well? Are you going to take responsibility for it? This is humiliating enough as-is; I expect compensation!”
They both remained silent for a long while; Akko wouldn’t take her eyes off her. She stopped pacing and stared, drinking in every inch of Diana’s body. Diana shivered under her attention. It hardly passed her notice when her breasts continued to leak, all she could see was Akko. This was divine punishment. Karmic retribution for some imperceptible slight against the universe.
“You’re asking for my help?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Akko just stood there again, letting her squirm in place. Until finally, she broke the silence. “Okay. I’ll go get the other potion Sucy made.” She put her hand on the door handle, and Diana’s body screamed to not let her go. This was her only chance. If she let Akko walk out that door, the humiliation would only increase tenfold if she came crawling back to her. What was worth more? Her pride or her comfort?
“Akko, wait.”
Akko paused, door handle depressed just enough to allow the door to swing open the tiniest amount. She didn’t turn to look at her, but she didn’t make a move to leave.
Diana took a fortifying breath. “The magical effects are gone. No potion or spell could help with this. It’s… The milk is already in me, I just need to get it out.”
“And why haven’t you?”
“It’s…” She let out a frustrated groan and tried to wring more milk out of herself. With a wet squelch, she managed to get a good stream out before she got too sensitive and had to stop. Just touching her nipples like that made her want to curl up into a ball. Somehow, she couldn’t force her way through the discomfort. “It’s not enough. By myself.” She couldn’t look at Akko for the next part. It was just too embarrassing. She would never live this down, but she needed to deal with it before it started to impact her studies. “I…” Jennifer preserve her soul, she really was desperate enough, wasn’t she? “I need you to…” She would obliterate Sucy for this! “I need you to do it. For me.” She let her arms fall away from her swollen breasts and spread her milk-damp legs open. “Please.”
Akko shut the door with a soft click, locked it, and approached. “Did you just say please?” She knelt in the puddle of milk between Diana’s legs, heedless of it soaking through her tall stockings. “Diana Cavendish just asked for my help? And said please?” She flashed a cruel smile. “If only the rest of Luna Nova could see you now. You’re pathetic.”
“Akko…” Diana whined, bracing her hands on the bench. “Don’t.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to ask things of me. You need me.”
“No. I don’t.”
“Then why are you begging me to milk you? Is this some sort of cow roleplay?”
“Don’t speak to me like that, Kagari.”
“Right. You would rather I use my mouth in other ways.”
Diana pouted. She wished it looked more dignified. “Are you going to kneel there and run your mouth or are you going to make yourself useful?”
Akko moved to stand. Diana panicked. She was losing control of the situation, and she just couldn’t tell Akko what she wanted to hear. So she just reached up, grabbed Akko by the tie, and dragged her back down onto her knees. Before Akko could mouth off again, she yanked her forward, sending her mouth crashing against her right breast.
It was like being struck by lightning. Her shoulders went stiff, and her hips bucked forward involuntarily as milk dripped out of her aching nipple and into Akko’s mouth. “Please,” Diana begged, moving her hand from Akko’s tie to the back of her head.
She thanked any divine that came to mind when Akko didn’t pull away. She prayed for forgiveness from those same deities as Akko began to suck and milk began to flow. And she apologized to her ancestors, to the Luna Nova faculty, and to herself as she arched her back into the sinful pleasure racing through her breasts. Her head buzzed, her thoughts went hazy, and she let out a long sigh. Akko’s rhythmic sucking brought blessed relief to the tension in her chest. Every spurt of milk shooting across Akko’s tongue sent more slick rushing between her legs.
“Just like that,” Diana breathed. “Oh, Nine forgive me, just like that.”
Akko drank deeply and greedily and messily. She swallowed every drop, eyes squeezed shut, hands resting on Diana’s bare thighs. Her fingers bore into her flesh harder with every suck, until she pulled away and swallowed one last time. Milk dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.
“Like that?” she asked quietly. Diana nodded. Akko reached out and cupped Diana’s other breast. “Looks like this one feels left out. She’s dripping like crazy.”
“D-Don’t talk like that.” Her pride lay in a puddle at her feet. What more would she lose if she asked Akko to touch her? Her reputation was already ruined, how much worse could it be if she begged Akko to relieve all her most desperate carnal desires?
“Or what? Afraid you might like it?” As if to punctuate her accusation, Akko reached up and massaged Diana’s neglected breast, sliding her fingers down and in until she squeezed her nipple. A jet of milk squirted out, and Diana let out a completely irresponsibly loud groan as hot liquid pleasure filled her veins.
“Diana!” Akko sputtered. She wiped milk off her soaked face. It ran down the side of her mouth and dampened the collar of her uniform. “You—You squirted on me!”
“What did you expect!” Diana cried, face already burning with a white-hot mixture of shame and desire.
“Well, for starters, I didn’t expect you to like it.”
“It’s not my fault! You have no idea how much it hurts to be this full. Maybe if you stopped to consider how others felt—”
“Oh, that’s rich, coming from you. You’re sitting here using me and have the gall to lecture me on empathy. You know what? Maybe I should leave after all.”
Akko pulled her hand away, and Diana whimpered. “No! Please don’t.”
Akko glared. “Then stop complaining. I’m going to milk you how I want, and you’re not going to say a word. You’re lucky I’m even entertaining this sick fantasy of yours in the first place.”
“It’s not—” Diana snapped her mouth shut.
“That’s more like it.” Akko looked so smug, Diana wanted to hex that infuriating smile right off her face. But her breasts and clit throbbed in equal measure, and she knew better than to jeopardize her chances of finally getting this problem resolved.
Thankfully, Akko was done playing games. And she seemed to have given up on staying dry throughout this process, as she grabbed Diana’s breasts with both hands and squeezed. Diana shivered, and milk poured out of her in twin streams. It ran down her breasts, across her stomach, and between her legs. She pressed her breasts forward, encouraging Akko to squeeze harder, and moaned even louder in response when Akko took the hint.
How was there this much milk inside her? It soaked the front of her body now, and Akko’s uniform was thoroughly ruined. Akko looked up at Diana with wonder, marveling how each pump of her hand somehow brought more and more out of her. “Diana…” she whispered, squeezing particularly hard on one breast and aiming the stream directly into her mouth. She swallowed. “Do you want to taste?”
“Yes.”
Akko took a nipple into her mouth and sucked until her cheeks bulged with milk. She pulled herself up on the bench between Diana’s legs and pressed her lips against hers. The kiss caught her so off guard she opened her mouth to protest and received a mouthful of milk in return. It was thick and creamy and filled her mouth beyond its limits. It spilled out between them, running down both of their chins to pool in Akko’s lap. But neither of them stopped. Akko still had milk in her mouth, and she kept kissing Diana, offering up more each time Diana swallowed.
Akko didn’t break contact even after all the milk was gone. She kept kissing her, licking into her mouth as she brought her hands up to Diana’s breasts and resumed milking her. Diana groaned into Akko’s mouth and shifted back on the bench, allowing Akko to kneel between her legs and continue covering them with warm, sticky milk. The smell mixed in with the obvious arousal dripping between her legs, and all she could think about was how badly she needed friction. Akko wouldn’t mind, right? She was already kissing her.
She elected to ask for forgiveness rather than permission, and slid forward on the bench until her pussy pressed against Akko’s knee. She let Akko lean her back against the wall, and then ground herself down, milk adding to the already obscene wet sound.
It was almost as big a relief as Akko’s hands on her breasts. Neither of them could focus on kissing anymore, but neither of them wanted to pull away either. They just pressed their foreheads together and Diana panted into Akko’s open mouth, the taste of her own milk still heavy on her tongue. Her breasts tingled, and sweet, sweet relief followed with every stroke of Akko’s hands and thrust of Diana’s hips. She soaked the bench with slick and milk; it trickled down the drain at the center of the room.
Diana moaned loudly and grabbed Akko’s hips for support, and then they both froze.
The bathroom door had opened. Someone was inside. Footsteps sounded outside, and then the door to the stall next to theirs shut and locked. Diana’s head was clouded with lust, she met Akko’s eyes and pointedly ground her clit against her knee again. The wet fabric of Akko’s stockings squelched with each motion, and a thrill raced down Diana’s spine. Someone was next door. Akko was milking her and letting her grind on her, and there was a chance this person could catch them.
“Diana,” Akko hissed. “Wait.”
She did not. Her nails dug into the skin of Akko’s hips, and she chased her pleasure on Akko’s knee. “Suck,” she whispered, guiding Akko’s mouth down to her breast with a hand on the back of her neck. Surprisingly, she obeyed and managed to stay relatively quiet throughout the process. Diana fought back moan after moan as tension built up inside her. At the same time, Akko sucked like she was trying to drain her completely dry (and Diana sure hoped she was!). It wasn’t long before it was all too much. And then Akko reached up and massaged her other breast, and everything fell apart.
She clapped her hands over her mouth as she came, trying her best to muffle the moans Akko ripped out of her chest. Her arms and legs quivered, and warmth filled her chest as Akko milked her through it. Her hips jerked one last time, and she fell still against the bench.
She was distantly aware of the door opening and closing. The sink ran, and the bathroom door finally latched shut. Neither of them moved or spoke; they just listened and prayed whoever it was hadn’t heard them. After two agonizing minutes, Diana couldn’t help it anymore. She laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Akko asked, brushing a milk-slick lock of hair out of her face.
“I just… I can’t believe this actually happened.”
“Haha. Y-Yeah.” Akko stumbled back from the bench and sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. “I, uh, got a little carried away there.”
“Me too.”
“I’m just gonna—”
Diana grabbed her wrist before Akko could flee. “You’re covered in milk. Your uniform is soaked. Where do you think you’re going?”
Akko arched a brow. “To change?”
“Come on, don’t be silly. Wash off with me.”
Akko shrugged her agreement and stripped out of her uniform. It was the first time Diana had ever gotten a glimpse of Akko so close. And so naked. She was thin, but all lean muscle. It surrounded her arms and legs, rippling with every movement as she dropped her sodden clothes in a pile in the corner of the shower stall. Diana turned the shower on and continued to stare as a thin sheen of water covered Akko’s muscles.
“You’re staring, Cavendish.”
“And you milked me dry, Kagari. Let’s call it even.”
And what sweet relief it was. She never thought she would appreciate her small breasts, but now she was just so glad to see them back at their normal size. The swelling had gone down, and they weren’t so tender anymore. She ran her hands over her chest and watched the water cloud with milk as it rinsed off her skin. Akko joined her under the water, and neither of them got much washing done.
“Your skin is so smooth,” Akko marveled, reaching out to trace a line down Diana’s sternum.
Diana blushed. Why did this feel more intimate than Akko sucking milk out of her? “Th-Thanks?”
Akko turned away and ran her hands through her wet hair. “Whatever.” She didn’t stay under the water for much longer. She stepped away from Diana and bent over to retrieve her clothes.
Why did she wish she had more milk left in her?
“Wait.”
Akko turned around, clothes dripping milk onto the floor. “What is it now?”
Diana reached for her wand and cast a spell on the pile of clothes in Akko’s hands. A loud splash followed, and the water around the drain turned bright white. “There. You shouldn’t put wet clothes on. You’ll catch a cold.”
Akko dressed in the one remaining dry corner of the shower stall while Diana finished washing. Her clit still throbbed insistently, but Diana wasn’t about to ask more of Akko than she already had. She could take care of it herself.
“You get what you needed?” Akko asked ruefully, once again stationed by the door. “Can I leave now? Or are you going to stop me again?”
Diana shut the water off and cast her drying spell again. She dressed without giving Akko an answer, and was surprised to see her still standing by the door when she finished.
“Um… I think that’s all.”
“Good. I’m going to sleep.”
But Diana’s fickle heart still ruled her, and she grabbed Akko one more time before she could leave. She pressed their lips together one last time, and then pushed Akko toward the door.
“Now you can go to sleep.”
Akko rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Whatever, princess,” she said with a genuine smile.
Diana was alone in the bathroom. She tucked her wand in her waistband and headed back to her dorm. She entered as quietly as possible and snuck back to her bed to strip and wriggle under the covers, breasts blissfully empty.
She came a second time with the taste of milk on her tongue and the memory of Akko’s lips fresh in her mind.