The air beneath the covers was warm, still filled with the residual body heat from the night before. Asahi wiggled slightly, curling his toes and adjusting his position atop Aiko's bare chest. The soft skin cushioned him like a feathery mattress. The little boy's eyes sparkled now, fully awake but still deep within the haze of morning mischief.
"Maybe if I push both at once…" he mumbled, voice a soft whisper only the quiet morning would hear.
With an exaggerated squish, he pressed his palms over Aiko's breasts again, flattening them slightly under his touch before letting them rise back up like pudding. He gave a satisfied nod. "So soft… like mochi."
His tiny fingers gripped her nipples once more, thumbs twirling them as if adjusting knobs on a game console. "Hehe… this one makes a bounce… and this one makes her go 'nnn'," he said to himself, mimicking Aiko's soft, unconscious gasp from earlier.
Aiko's body stirred faintly. Her brow knit slightly, lashes fluttering—but she didn't wake. Her arm simply curled tighter around Asahi, snuggling him protectively into her chest. Her hand rested on his back, fingers twitching now and then as if reacting to a dream.
Asahi's voice lowered to a curious hum.
"Onii-chan said pressing them too much makes girls go red… but I think Amu-chan just goes more squishy."
He poked at one nipple again, now fully erect from all the attention. Aiko shivered a little in her sleep, a tiny sound escaping her throat—half sigh, half moan. Still, her eyes remained shut.
Asahi's head tilted. "She likes it?" He blinked, face adorably serious now as he tried to analyze her reaction.
"Mmm… maybe… if I…"
He scooted slightly, his cheek pressing right between her breasts again. With a gentle wiggle, he nestled in closer, nuzzling her soft skin with his nose. "Amu-chan smells like… strawberries and sleep…" he whispered dreamily, before licking his lips.
His hands moved again—this time more curious than playful. He poked a nipple, then leaned in and gently booped it with his nose.
"Boop."
He giggled softly to himself.
Then he did it again.
"Boop."
And again.
"Boop-boop."
He looked up. Aiko's breathing was still steady, peaceful. But the corners of her lips twitched slightly now, forming a faint, dreamy smile.
Asahi narrowed his eyes like a detective. "That's the smile she makes when she eats pudding…"
He brought both hands together again, cupping her breasts like squishy treasure. "Mmm… jello mountains…" he whispered. "I wonder if I can balance my head on them…"
He tried—resting his chin right between her breasts and balancing his forehead gently against her collarbone. His face squished adorably from the effort, but he held still for a whole ten seconds before tipping to the side and giggling. "Too jiggly!"
Still unsatisfied, he reached out again, his little fingers tracing the curve of her breast before gently tugging on one of the nipples. "Come on… milk mode…"
Aiko gave a soft groan, her legs shifting now under the blanket. Her arm curled tighter once again around Asahi's waist, tucking him close. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously.
Asahi blinked, watching her face closely. "Maybe she's dreaming about milk too?" he asked innocently, before nodding to himself. "Okay… I'll help Amu-chan dream better!"
He leaned in and gave her nipple a soft, silly kiss.
"Mwah."
Then another.
"Mwahhh~."
Still nothing but that same soft sigh and the faint curl of Aiko's lips.
Encouraged now, he poked again and whispered, "Activate milk cannon…"
He giggled quietly, hands going right back to squishing with more deliberate movements. His thumbs circled the areolas while his palms squeezed softly, then harder, then released. The flesh bounced like jelly beneath his tiny touch.
He whispered to himself with delight. "This is better than slime time with Onii-chan…"
Suddenly, Aiko twitched more obviously this time. Her hips rolled faintly, and her breath hitched just enough to make Asahi pause.
Her lips parted.
"Nnn… Taa-kun…" she mumbled dreamily, the name escaping in a sultry, sleep-heavy sigh.
Asahi blinked. "Taa-kun? Who's—ohhh. She's dreaming about Onii-chan again."
He pouted.
"Hmph. I'm the one hugging her. That means I'm her dream today!"
With childish determination, he gave both nipples a light slap. "Wake up, boobie buttons! It's Asahi time!"
The soft sound of skin on skin echoed faintly beneath the covers.
Then silence.
Then another sleepy moan from Aiko.
Asahi froze.
Did he… did he break her?
He poked again, gently this time.
Nothing.
He patted the side of her breast like he was apologizing. "Sorry…"
Then, slowly, a grin returned to his lips.
"…But also not sorry."
He settled in again, face mashed against her chest like it was the most sacred pillow in the world. His arms wrapped around one plush mound while his cheek nuzzled the other.
"Mmm… Amu-chan's boobies are like… warm mochi pancakes…"
He let out a dreamy yawn, his eyelids growing heavy again from the warmth and softness. His fingers gave one last sleepy squeeze.
"Squish… bounce… poke…"
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Asahi's curiosity bloomed even deeper, rooted in a quiet, innocent fascination that tugged at memory and wonder.
Mom's used to get hard like this before milk came out…
His eyes fixated on the soft pink peak before him, perked and glistening slightly in the dim light.
Do Amu-chan's do that too?
He bit down on his lower lip, unsure—but unable to pull his gaze away. Slowly, cautiously, as though approaching something sacred, he leaned forward. His breath warmed the skin of her chest before his lips met her nipple.
Warm. Soft. Strange.
His mouth closed around it, gently. There was hesitation in the first pull, as though his instincts were fumbling in the dark—like a newborn calf unsure how to nurse from its mother. His tongue darted out, giving a timid flick, brushing across the sensitive tip.
No milk…?
His brow furrowed slightly.
Maybe I need to suck harder…
He took a deeper breath and tried again. This time, his lips formed a tighter seal, cheeks dimpling with effort. Gentle, rhythmic pulls followed—tiny, wet sounds echoed in the quiet space, soft sucks and faint smacks that filled the silence with intimate curiosity. His eyes fluttered shut, as if the sensation transported him back—to something long lost but not forgotten. The warmth of milk, the comfort of safety… something he didn't know he missed.
Aiko's body gave the smallest twitch.
But her breathing stayed even, her face calm—still deep in sleep. Encouraged, Asahi shifted, his hand brushing the blanket aside to reveal her other breast. He blinked once, then leaned in again—lips parting as he gently suckled the second nipple.
Maybe this one has it… like a backup boobie.
He nursed again, now with more confidence. His tongue traced slow, curious circles around the areola, then drew the nipple in deeper.
Slurp. Suck. Lick.
Each motion was deliberate, not rushed, as if savoring the soft texture and warmth.
Nothing.
But Aiko's legs moved ever so slightly under the covers—a subtle shift, her thigh brushing his knee. A quiet, barely-there sigh slipped from her lips, breathy and hushed like a feather caught in a breeze. Still… she didn't wake.
Asahi pulled back slowly, his lips leaving her nipple slick and glistening. He stared down at her chest, his small fingers lifting one of her breasts and giving it a playful, curious jiggle.
"They're like… milk balloons," he murmured, lips brushing the curve of her skin as he spoke.
Why does Amu-chan have these if she's not a mom?
That thought lingered. Confused but enchanted, he leaned down once more, drawn by some soothing magnetism he didn't quite understand. His lips met the first nipple again, this time with less hope and more comfort.
He suckled softly, patiently, like he was waiting for a secret to be whispered through skin.
Still… nothing came.
But something inside him calmed. The soft press of her body, the warmth of her skin, the faint sweetness of her scent—all of it soothed him. Her nipple, slick with his saliva, peeked upward like a blushing cherry, and as he lay his cheek gently against her breast, his lashes brushed her skin.
He sighed—content, confused, and strangely at peace.
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END OF CHAPTER : 181 : SQUISHY... BOUNCHY... NIPPLE? : PART : 2
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