As expected.
You can't get full on the first bite.
While I was checking the numbers and feeling gloomy, Cecil, who had drawn the black paper, opened her mouth.
"Shaa-nim, please hug Cecil..."
Her face was flushed as if drunk. It seemed to be due to the alcohol content in the chocolate. Cecil, giggling as she clung to me, was extremely hot.
Her clingy, spoiled behavior was cute, but we were in the middle of a game. So, that meant breaking the rules.
"Cecil... you're supposed to call out numbers, not names."
Cecil, who had been nuzzling her face, looked at me with drowsy eyes and whined.
"Then... can't you just hug me?"
"...But rules are rules... Hmm... Let's do this. I drew number 3, so you can ask number 3 to hug you."
At those words, Cecil, who had been squirming in my arms, pulled away and picked up the chocolate. Carefully unwrapping it, she placed it in my mouth, then...
"In that case... I want number 3 to feed Cecil chocolate."
She said, opening her small mouth.
The other two just watched me with drunken eyes, not stopping Cecil's actions. They stared only at my face, as if monitoring whether I would follow the rules.
Eventually, after hesitating briefly, I kissed Cecil. I felt like I had dug my own grave, but I hadn't expected Cecil to change her words.
The chocolate melted from body heat and saliva. Along with the alcohol flowing from the chocolate, it met Cecil's soft tongue. Cecil, making slurping sounds as she licked the chocolate, greedily swallowed my tongue, rolling it around in her mouth.
While I was flustered, she sucked on my tongue until all the chocolate was gone.
Soon, the chocolate was finished, and Cecil, having licked it all up, slowly pulled away. The alcohol-scented breath tickled my nose.
It was indirect proof that Cecil was drunk. Cecil sat down with a bashful smile.
"Thank you for the meal, Shaa-nim."
Could this even be called feeding her? Coming to my senses and looking around, all three were staring only at me. I wondered if this was really necessary.
What did I do wrong?
Somehow, I felt like we shouldn't continue the game any longer.
"Um... should we call it a night?"
A man should know when to retreat. Even though I hadn't won even once, it couldn't be helped.
But it didn't work.
The group shook their heads, took the lottery slips from my hand, and began preparing to draw again.
"We just started, what are you talking about?"
"...Exactly."
"Hehe..."
"..."
Suddenly, the table rattled and shook. Wondering if the train had departed, I looked out the window, but it was just as it had been during the day.
"What are you doing, not drawing?"
The others, seemingly unaware, scolded me for not drawing a slip.
...Was it just my imagination? Reluctantly, I drew a slip. The slip I drew while praying fervently had the number 2 written on it. As I gritted my teeth, Claudia chuckled.
In her hand was a black lottery slip.
"Then... I'll take a drink with my mouth. Let's see... number 2 sounds good."
Whether it was luck or something else, Claudia pointed to my number and said that. Reluctantly, I took a sip of alcohol into my mouth. My tongue tingled.
Burdened by holding it in my mouth, I hurriedly approached Claudia, who smiled mischievously.
"Being proactive?"
"..."
To transfer the bubbling, stinging alcohol from my mouth, I grabbed Claudia's cheek and kissed her.
With gulping sounds, the alcohol gradually transferred from my mouth to Claudia's. Of course, I had no choice but to drink some too.
As the alcohol in my mouth decreased, Claudia slowly began inserting her tongue. The softness wrapping around my tingling tongue felt like it was cooling the heat, so I clung slightly.
I could hear puffing breaths and smell her scent. In the end, it became another kiss, but by now, I was resigned to it. My head was spinning. I had done more than this, so I thought there was no reason to be embarrassed by each kiss now.
Looking back, it was a ridiculous thought, but that's how it was at the time.
The game continued.
...This time, too, I didn't draw the black slip. Cecil, holding the black paper, pondered for a moment, then smiled brightly.
"Cecil wants to drink number 1's milk."
"...?"
Blinking, I checked my slip; number 1 was the number I had drawn. I felt something was off. Even if it was just bad luck that I didn't draw the black slip... it was strange that I kept getting picked.
And what was this about milk?
First, I revealed that I was number 1 and asked Cecil.
"...Cecil, did you know I was number 1?"
Cecil shook her head and answered.
"I didn't know... But, if it wasn't Shaa-nim, I was thinking of canceling..."
So... it was a coincidence? But I had no evidence to press further. I also trusted Cecil.
"Let's say that's true, but what about the milk...?"
"I wanted to drink... Shaa-nim's milk from last time."
At Cecil's drunken mumbling, Veronica, who had been keeping her eyes half-closed, opened them and muttered.
"...Milk?"
"Ah, that was delicious."
"Delicious...?"
Claudia, giggling, began explaining the incident involving the breast-enlarging medicine. Hearing the story, Veronica looked at my face with a complicated expression. When I averted my gaze, Cecil clung to me and whimpered.
"Is it... not allowed? Cecil... drew the black paper."
"No... it's just... it's not coming out now..."
While feeling both troubled and relieved in a situation where I wanted to give but couldn't, Veronica, staggering to her feet, rummaged through her backpack and brought over a familiar box.
It was the box containing the improved breast-enlarging medicine.
"Perfect timing...! We can carry out the penalty and test it at the same time, killing two birds with one stone, right?"
"W-wait—"
Perhaps annoyed that I had intended to test something with such side effects on myself, Veronica roughly shoved a pill into my mouth. Even though I tried not to swallow, Veronica's fingers rubbed against my tongue, causing it to gradually melt.
...No, we haven't... tested it yet...
Soon, my chest began to itch, then feel tight. My slightly unbuttoned shirt was pushed aside, and my enlarged breasts popped out.
...The effect is amazing.
Still, it was better than the first time I took it. They seemed slightly larger than Claudia's. Unconsciously, the corners of my mouth lifted slightly at that fact. Seeing this, Veronica snorted and grabbed my breasts. Her fingers, heated from alcohol, dug into my flesh.
"W-what are you doing...?"
"Helping with... the penalty?"
She gently scratched the nipple hidden within the plump mass of fat, then began digging it out.
"Ugh, uh..."
Soon, the hardened nipple was exposed to the air. The fact that something moist was on it... seemed to indicate that milk was still coming out.
"...It really does come out."
Veronica, muttering blankly, placed it in Cecil's mouth. Cecil's hot breath moistened the area around the nipple.
"Then... shall we carry out the penalty...?"
As Veronica muttered, Cecil began sucking on the breast with a murmuring vibration. She sucked eagerly as if it were delicious, rolling her tongue softly. For some reason, my body trembled at her skillful tongue movements.
"Hah..."
I could feel the other side, which Cecil wasn't sucking on, hardening on its own. It was half-protruding, hardly hidden at all.
Veronica's fingers dug into it and pulled it out. Without giving me a chance to speak, Veronica took it into her mouth.
"Slurp... slurp..."
And she began sucking. Unlike Cecil, she was rough, as if venting anger. But that... gave me another strange pleasure, so I had to hold back my voice. With my body completely relaxed from alcohol, I couldn't do anything else.
I could feel the area between my thighs getting wet. Something hard began pressing against my lower abdomen. Before I could even figure out what it was, my head was tilted back. Claudia appeared upside down in my vision.
"Leaving me out feels unfair, doesn't it?"
She said, then took a sip of alcohol and kissed me. With gulping sounds, the alcohol went down my throat.
Once the alcohol was gone, it immediately turned into a kiss. My head was spinning. What exactly was being done to me?
It was hard to keep thinking. My tongue was being sucked by Claudia, my breasts were being sucked by the other two... and something kept rubbing against my lower abdomen. Amidst it all, the hazy feeling was pleasant...
I couldn't tell how much time had passed. The sensation of my breasts being sucked disappeared. With a puffing sound, Claudia's face moved away. After glancing around briefly, Claudia picked up Veronica.
Judging by her closed eyes and steady breathing, she seemed to have fallen asleep. The corners of her mouth were smeared with a pale liquid. After laying Veronica on the bed, Claudia returned.
Picking up Cecil, she, too, was asleep like Veronica.
The difference was... that she was stiffly erect.
Claudia, chuckling, placed Cecil on the bed this time and approached me. While I blankly watched, my body floated into the air with a whoosh.
...But the position was... a bit embarrassing. I was lifted with my legs spread apart, like during spawning in the wild.
"...Can't you move me normally?"
"Pfft... Shaa."
"Why...?"
Contrary to my expectation that she would place me on the bed, Claudia carried me toward the train window. The outside scenery grew closer.
"W-what are you doing?"
Through the window, overlapping with the outside view, I could see inside the compartment. The messy table, Veronica and Cecil breathing steadily on the bed.
And... my own reflection—face flushed, panting, with large breasts exposed, smeared with pale liquid and bite marks.
I looked like I wanted something. Between my disheveled clothes, Claudia's stiff rod twitched in front of where my cleft would be. As if unable to hold back, drool dripped, drop by drop.
"..."
My lower abdomen tightened. As if anticipating what was about to happen, it trembled on its own, adding moisture to my already damp clothes. My head felt overloaded, spinning and steaming.
I had to explain to Claudia.
That it wasn't like that.
But... looking at my reflection in the window, I couldn't open my mouth.
Had I always... had this kind of expression...?
The face of the girl, blurred by drunkenness, seemed to answer, 'Yes.'
A word from the author (author's note):
Grow quietly.