He should take her some place private

Edward’s heart slammed against his ribs. Panic spiked. He grabbed her arm firmly and yanked her toward the nearest corridor. “Come on,” he muttered, voice hoarse, dragging her away from the stares.

They stumbled into the quieter hallway leading to the restrooms, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Edward leaned against the wall, panting, phone still clutched in his free hand. The NeuYou screen glowed faintly, camera view idle, like it was waiting for his next move.

He stared at it, then at her.

Ji-yeon stood beside him, breathing steady, eyes wide and loving, completely unbothered. Her shorts rode up from the quick walk, the curve of her ass peeking out. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, her touch gentle, possessive.

This couldn’t be real.

But it was. She was here. His perfect, twisted wet dream made flesh, calling him baby, offering her tits like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Before he could speak, she tugged his arm, surprisingly strong and pulled him sideways. Edward stumbled after her, catching only a flash of the sign above the door before she yanked him inside:

‘Private Feeding/Diaper Changing Room’

The door clicked shut behind them.

Ji-yeon twisted the lock with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the small, sterile room. Edward stumbled back as she pushed him inside, his heart hammering like it was trying to break out of his chest. He didn’t know what the fuck to do, run? Apologize? Wake up from whatever hallucination this was?

He didn’t have to decide.

The second the door sealed, she pounced.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, strong and sure, her body slamming into his as she jumped him. Edward staggered backward, his ass hitting the counter behind him hard enough to rattle the baby-changing station. Her massive tits were right in his face now, eye level, smothering him as she motorboated him without shame, the soft, warm weight of them pressing against his cheeks, his nose, his mouth.

He inhaled deep, involuntary, her scent flooding him, warm skin mixed with vanilla and rose perfume, sweet and intoxicating. His head spun. His cock throbbing hard against his slacks.

The silence shattered when she pulled his head back by the hair, gentle but firm, her eyes locked on his, smiling like he was her entire world.

“Is baby hungry?” she cooed, voice low and loving, her thumb brushing his lip.

“Yes!” Edward yelled, the word bursting out raw and ****. “YES, I am!”

Her smile widened and she gave him a light, playful smack on the cheek, like a mom correcting her boy, but with heat behind it. Then she slid down his body, her tits dragging against him, and sat on the marble bench protrusion nearby, patting the spot beside her.

Edward didn’t think. He just obeyed.

He lay down, his head sinking into her lap, the soft flesh of her thighs cradling him. Looking up, he could barely see her face, her massive breasts blocked most of it, looming like warm, perfect pillows, her smile peeking over the top as she gazed down at him with pure adoration.

Then she grabbed the hem of her crop top and pulled it up slow, deliberate.

Her tits tumbled out, heavy, full, spilling free with a soft bounce that landed right on his face. So soft. So warm. The weight of them pinned him gently, her skin silky against his cheeks.

On instinct, his mouth found her nipple, hungry and ****. He latched on hard, sucking deep, the taste of her skin flooding his tongue.

Ji-yeon moaned loud, unrestrained, her hand cradling the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair.

“There’s my good boy,” she whispered, voice thick with pleasure, her hips shifting slightly beneath him. “Drink up, baby. Mommy’s got plenty for you.”

No milk came out, of course.

Edward hadn’t really been into lactation, he’d never even mentioned it in the prompt. But as he sucked harder, tongue swirling around her stiff nipple, he realized the app had somehow read him perfectly. Ji-yeon wasn’t leaking; she was just warm, soft and perfect. Exactly like the wet dreams he’d buried for years: a young, beautiful mom who dressed like a slut and lived to spoil him.

He felt her hand patting his head, slow and soothing, fingers threading through his hair. For the first time in years, he felt… safe. Comforted. Like nothing else mattered but this, his face buried in her massive tit, sucking greedily while the world outside the locked door didn’t exist.

Then he heard her voice, low and amused: “Oh, what do we have here?”

Her free hand brushed his thigh, sliding higher, grazing the bulge straining against his slacks.

Panic flashed through him. Fuck. His hard cock, he hadn’t meant to ruin it. He started to pull away, mumbling an apology, thrashing to sit up.