Chapter 5: Milking The Maid
Milk is love, I always say.
Milk is life.
That is why, even though I'm supposed to be an innocent virgin eighteen-year boy with restricted movements, I can't help but get incredibly aroused just thinking about it.
Something hard is bulging in my crotch, and I can feel it strain against my pants.
But I control myself.
Even as I salivate as I look at Lana's captivating form under the moonlight, I maintain my composure.
As a man... as a noble... I have my dignity, you know?
'Time is running out! Let's get this started quickly!'
Before activating my Skill, some conditions have to be met. One of those is contact with the area of interest; that is, Lana's meaty knockers.
'Let's get rid of this!' I yank her very elastic nightgown downward, easily letting it slip down her shoulders.
The downward stroke of the loose linen instantly releases the two bubbly mounds underneath.