The apartment had become a war zone of discarded clothing, milk-soaked sheets, and the lingering scent of vanilla-tinged sex. Five women lay in various states of undress across the bed, the floor, and the single rickety chair Haruto had dragged over earlier to keep someone from rolling off the edge. The mini-fridge door hung open, mocking them with its empty interior.
Haruto sat on the floor with his back against the bed frame, knees drawn up, staring at the system screen like it personally owed him an apology.
**[Current Status – Level 5 – Master Milker]**
**[Harem Count: 5 / ?]**
**[Active Bonds Summary]**
**– Aiko Hayashi (Tier S): Craving cycle stable. Aura emitter strength +20%.**
**– Reiko Sato (Tier B+ → A): Maternal imprint deepening. Lactation output +45%.**
**– Nakamura Yuna (Tier A): Sensitivity threshold critically low. Recovery time minimal.**
**– Fujimoto Mika (Tier A+): Physical endurance synergy. Post-session stamina boost shared.**
**– Aizawa Rin (Tier A): Observational bond. Empathy link detected – feels others' pleasure at 60% intensity.**
**[Milk Aura Radius: 15 m (Dampening available – 6 hr duration remaining: 0/1 today)]**
**[Building Contamination Level: Critical. External inquiries logged: 7 (neighbors, delivery personnel, building manager).**
**[Resource Alert: Consumable milk reserves: 0 L. Upgrade fuel depleted. Emergency procurement recommended within 4 hours or bonded targets enter withdrawal phase.]**
"Withdrawal phase?" Haruto muttered.
Aiko, sprawled on her stomach beside him, chin propped on folded arms, answered without opening her eyes. "Means we get cranky. Then achy. Then really, really needy. Like period cramps but everywhere and also horny. Lasts until we get more milk in the system."
Mika snorted from the bed. She was lying on her back, one arm flung over her eyes, the other lazily circling a still-leaking nipple. "Great. So we're all gonna turn into feral cats in heat if we don't get more of your magic moo-juice soon."
Reiko sat cross-legged near the headboard, attempting to look composed despite being topless and streaked with drying milk. "We can't just order it online. The delivery boy already knocked twice. He said the hallway smelled like 'a bakery exploded in here.'"
Yuna giggled weakly, curled into Rin's side. "He's not wrong…"
Rin, ever quiet, traced idle patterns on Yuna's thigh. Her voice was soft. "The konbini down the street has a dairy section. It's only ten minutes on foot. We could… go together?"
Five pairs of eyes turned to Haruto.
He rubbed his face. "All of us? Together? In public? With the aura at fifteen meters and all of you leaking through your clothes?"
Aiko pushed herself up on her elbows. "We use the dampening skill. You've got one charge left today. Pop it, we go out, buy like twenty cartons, come back, drink, fuck, repeat. Easy."
Mika sat up suddenly, breasts bouncing with the motion. "I'm in. I need to move anyway. My legs feel like jelly and my tits are so full they hurt."
Reiko nodded slowly. "I'll come too. I have the building master key. If anyone asks questions, I can say we're… doing inventory or something."
Yuna bit her lip. "I… I don't have anything clean to wear."
Rin looked down at herself—her oversized sweater was salvageable, but the front was dotted with wet spots. "We can share. Layer up."
Haruto sighed the sigh of a man who knew resistance was futile. "Fine. But we go fast. In and out. No detours. No flirting with cashiers. No… incidents."
Aiko grinned like a shark. "No promises."
Twenty minutes later they emerged from the apartment like a bizarre, overly affectionate study group.
Dampening skill activated:
**[Aura Dampening (Lv.1) – Active. Radius reduced to 7.5 m for 6 hours. Thirst probability -50%. External detection chance: Moderate.]**
They'd done their best with wardrobe. Aiko wore Haruto's hoodie (zipped only halfway because her breasts refused to cooperate) over bike shorts. Mika had on her volleyball jersey again—now stretched to comical proportions—and track pants borrowed from Reiko. Reiko herself wore a loose cardigan over a camisole that was already darkening at the nipples. Yuna and Rin layered two sweaters each, hoping the bulk would hide the constant faint leaking.
Haruto led the way down the stairs, hyper-aware of every creak.
The lobby was mercifully empty. Mrs. Tanaka—no relation to Haruto—from 101 gave them a curious glance from behind her peephole but didn't open the door.
Outside, the late-afternoon Bengaluru air hit them—warm, humid, carrying faint smells of street food and exhaust. The konbini was a five-minute walk down a busy side street lined with small shops, parked scooters, and the occasional stray dog.
They walked in a loose cluster. Haruto in front. Aiko and Mika flanking him like bodyguards. Reiko and the two younger girls bringing up the rear.
Halfway there, Yuna whimpered softly.
"Senpai… it's starting. The ache…"
Rin took her hand, squeezing. "Just a little longer."
Mika muttered, "If we don't get milk soon I'm gonna start lactating in the middle of the street. That's a new low even for me."
The konbini's automatic doors whooshed open.
Cool air washed over them. Fluorescent lights. The familiar chime.
The cashier—an older uncle with a bored expression—barely looked up from his phone.
They fanned out like a military operation.
Reiko headed straight for the dairy cooler. Aiko and Mika grabbed baskets. Yuna and Rin hovered near the snacks, pretending to browse while keeping an eye on the entrance.
Haruto went for the biggest cartons he could find—two-liter jugs, the premium Hokkaido brand if possible. He loaded his arms until he could barely see over the top.
At the cooler, Reiko was methodically stacking. "Whole milk only. The system seems to prefer full-fat."
Aiko appeared beside her, dropping six more into the basket. "And some chocolate. For variety. And because I want to lick it off someone later."
Mika snorted. "Priorities."
They moved to the counter in shifts—trying not to look like they were panic-buying for the apocalypse.
The uncle finally glanced up when Reiko set the first load down.
"Big party?" he asked mildly.
Reiko smiled her landlady smile—the one that said don't ask questions and I won't raise your rent. "Family gathering. Everyone loves milk."
He shrugged and started scanning.
Halfway through the second batch, Yuna made a small, distressed sound.
Haruto turned.
She was standing near the magazine rack, thighs pressed together, one hand subtly cupping her chest. A dark spot was spreading across the outer sweater layer.
Rin noticed too. She stepped in front of Yuna, blocking the view from the counter, and whispered something. Yuna nodded shakily.
Aiko caught Haruto's eye and mouthed: Hurry.
They paid—Haruto's debit card groaned under the total—and hurried out with six bulging plastic bags.
The walk back felt longer.
Halfway, Mika stopped dead.
"Fuck."
She looked down. Twin wet circles had bloomed on her jersey, right over her nipples. Milk was already trickling down the fabric.
"Shit, shit, shit—"
Aiko grabbed her arm. "Alley. Now."
They ducked into a narrow service alley between a tailoring shop and a closed internet café. No one around. Just overflowing dumpsters and a stray cat watching them with disinterest.
Mika leaned against the wall, breathing hard. "It hurts. Like… pressure. Everywhere."
Reiko set the bags down. "Let it out. We'll catch what we can."
Aiko knelt in front of Mika, unzipping the jersey just enough. Mika's breasts spilled forward—swollen even larger than earlier, veins faintly visible, nipples dark and dripping steadily.
Aiko latched on without hesitation.
Mika groaned, head thumping back against the brick. Milk flowed freely; Aiko swallowed in audible gulps.
Yuna whimpered again. Rin guided her to sit on an overturned crate, lifting both their sweaters. Yuna's smaller breasts were leaking too—steady streams now.
Haruto knelt beside them. He took one of Yuna's nipples in his mouth while Rin handled the other. Yuna keened softly, fingers in his hair.
Reiko watched for a moment—then joined Aiko with Mika, taking the second breast.
The alley filled with wet sucking sounds, muffled moans, the occasional drip hitting concrete.
The cat blinked slowly and walked away.
When the immediate pressure eased, they straightened clothes as best they could, wiped mouths, grabbed bags, and hurried the rest of the way home.
Back in the apartment, they didn't even make it to the bed.
Bags hit the floor. Cartons were ripped open.
Aiko poured a liter straight into a mixing bowl and set it in the center like a communal chalice.
"Drink," she ordered.
They knelt around it—five women and one increasingly overwhelmed man.
Hands dipped in. Mouths followed. Milk splashed. Clothes came off again—faster this time.
What followed was less structured than previous sessions—more desperate, more primal.
Mika straddled Haruto on the floor, sinking down while still gulping from a carton. Aiko sat on his face, grinding while drinking directly from the bowl. Reiko and Rin took turns feeding Yuna from their own leaking breasts, then switching to Haruto's mouth.
Milk poured over skin, mixed with sweat, ran in rivulets across the floor.
Orgasms came in waves—some slow and shuddering, others sudden and screaming.
When the first two liters were gone, they moved to the bed and kept going—passing cartons mouth-to-mouth, licking spills off bodies, using fingers and tongues to chase every drop.
Hours blurred.
Eventually—exhausted, sticky, sated—they collapsed together.
The system chimed softly.
**[Emergency Procurement Complete]**
**[Reserves Restored: 12 L remaining after session]**
**[User Level Up: Level 6 – Dairy Sovereign]**
**[New Passive: Lactation Induction (Group) – Bonded targets within 5 m gain +30% milk production during shared sessions.]**
**[Harem Count: 5 / ?]**
**[Aura Radius: 15 m (Dampening recharged). Contamination Level: Stabilized (for now).]**
**[New Alert: Local dairy supplier inventory dropping. Larger procurement may be required soon.]**
Aiko curled against Haruto's side, one hand lazily stroking his chest. "We need a bigger fridge."
Mika laughed breathlessly from the other side. "And a cow."
Reiko murmured, half-asleep, "Or a farm…"
Yuna whispered, "Can we keep doing this forever?"
Rin just kissed Haruto's shoulder—soft, reverent.
Haruto stared at the ceiling.
The empty cartons surrounded them like fallen soldiers.
Outside, the city hummed on, oblivious.
For now.
To be continued in Chapter 6: The Dairy Conspiracy
(End of Chapter 5)