Under Milk Boss

by TangTangBall

"I didn't want to have to say this, but— I know your secret, sir." *** "Boss is sensitive here. Playing with his nipples should do it." "President Jeong, have your nipples been trained too?" He shook his head. When he opened his mouth to protest, cloth was stuffed inside. "Dogs don't speak human words. Bark if you want to bark." "Ngh, mmph." The scent gave it away immediately—his own cologne. A scrap from the clothes they'd just cut off him. "Those are quite luscious tits. Hard to call that a man's chest." Rough hands cupped Taeseok's chest from below, pushing the flesh together until cleavage formed between them. "His tits have gotten big enough to stick a c*** between them." "Hmm." The Young Master sounded bored. This method of torment apparently failed to impress. An unidentified rod poked at Taeseok's chest, tapping the upper curve of his chest before trailing down to jab at his nipples. Warm liquid beaded and trickled down his skin. "Practically a dairy cow. Are you nursing puppies? The only thing that would enjoy milk dripping like that is offspring."

Officially licensed English translation