Love Him, Wholeheartedly So

　Her lover, Tsukasa Suzaka, ejaculated in the vagina of Mitsuka Katou, who could feel the cells inside being crushed to death. He pulled out his penis, cleaned it up quickly with wet wipes, and then returned to Mitsuka's body. Tsukasa caressed her meticulously, and when she let out a loud gasp as a sign of gratification, their sex was over. The fact that ejaculation seemed not the end of sex for him made Mitsuka think that he was better than other men.
　Mitsuka went to the bathroom, washing her vagina. Then she urinated, and her body trembled as she felt body heat being excreted with egg-yellow urine at the same time. Suddenly, she was surprised to hear a gurgling reverberation from her abdomen, like a ginormous rock gouging the ground, but it didn't last. Mitsuka looked at her bare legs for a moment, whose ten fingers move silently, promiscuously. She always felt during sex that sensual pleasure was amplifying when she was consciously moving her own toes, although she didn't know whether it's an illusion or not, and didn't think it's worth a Google search. Her fingers were wriggling, like, in the small box her father had bought at a dirty little store along the Kinugawa River, earthworms that had been being frightened at the presage of their body being penetrated with a fishhook.
　They spent time separately in Mitsuna's room, eating donuts that Tsukasa had bought from Mr. Donut. Tsukasa looked at his smartphone, while Mitsuka was in front of her laptop. Her favorite donut was its new product fluffy Uji matcha mochi donut with black honey, and Tsukasa was thoroughly spiteful about the fact itself that matcha existed in this world. Eating a mochi donut, Mitsuka was watching a live broadcast of a Youtuber named BBC, who is a video game player who specialized in APEX and Tekken 7, but also occasionally broadcasted petty chit-chat like a DJ of late-night radio. He was not a good talker, but his unique, kitten-like coaxing voice, innocent idiocracy, and the childish combination of theme made him highly popular with female viewers. There were regular broadcasts on Thursday's midnight, as well as irregular ones depending on his mood and free time, and Mitsuka ran into it, which was a pleasure to her. BBC said that he had met up with some of his friends, who were also video game players, although estranged because of the Corona disaster, played bowling at an amusement park named Round One. "Ore, maji saikyou dattane!" ("I was being fucking invincible!") sounded more infantile than Mitsuka, a high school student -- She'd heard rumors that he was in his late 20s although he hadn't revealed that by himself --, which made her love him wholeheartedly. In the comment section, viewers who probably feel the same way as Mitsuka was throwing their own words of affection to him.
　At that time, someone named Yawaraka Tonkatsu Teishoku (柔らか豚カツ定食, "Set meal with soft pork cutlet") sent BBC 500 yen as Super Chat.
　Naisu-pa, naisu-pa naisu-pa (ナイスパ, Japanese abbreviation for "Nice Super Chat")
　Mitsuka was annoyed as such words were dancing around her. Recently, She'd been witnessing this person, maybe female, splattering money impudently in an attempt to get BBC's attention, and she felt uncomfortable as if her brain had been pricked by thousands of small needles. The fact, that she used a picture, probably an unauthorized copy, from anime named "Zombieland Saga: Revenge" as her icon, aggravated her unpleasantness.
　Naisu-pa, naisu-pa naisu-pa.
　These words were also some kind of cliché or courtesy among the viewers, but not to Mitsuka.
　Supacha, tenkyou!
　BBC reacted to the 500 yen by Tonkatsu with mellowly idiotic words. So, Mitsuka sent a super chat for 1,000 yen as though she crushed a pork cutlet ruthlessly. Naisu-pa, naisu-pa.
　Supacha, tenkyou!
　BBC said in a tone that was completely the same as the previous one. Tonkatsu threw 2000 yen. Mitsuka gobbled up the third matcha donut which turned, in a moment, into specks of dust being crashed down her esophagus. Mitsuka threw 5,000 yen. In the comment section, the viewers suddenly began to make noise, and their murmurs, mixed with a guilty laugh, could be heard from the inside of LCD.
　"What the hell are you doing, hey"
　Tsukasa's bombastic laughter was echoing from behind her.
　"What, I just paid 5000 yen to a Youtuber. You can see that, hah?
　"That's not the point. No matter how much money your parents have, don't throw fucking wads of cash down the drain. Nasty as hell. How many donuts can you buy with that?"
　Although his words sounded blasphemous, Mitsuka found that he enjoyed her bizarre aspendicitis as some kind of entertainment. Without turning around, she lightly slapped Tsukasa's cheek while looked at the comments section. There was still no Super Chat by Tonkatsu. I've won, she thought, not many people can afford to spend more than 5,000 yen on such a shitty battle, well that's true, but this shittiness matters now, this fucking shittiness. Mitsuka chuckled.
　10,000 yen hit Mitsuka's cheekbone vehemently. And Tonkatsu, who usually didn't add any comments to Super Chat, write one word this occasion -- Mommy's milk.

"Mommy's milk."
"Mommy's milk, LOOOOOOOOL"
"Oh no, she's in ESTRUS"
"Mommy's milk, awwwwww"
"Mommy's milk pyuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Mommy's milk."

　At this point, Mitsuka realized that the tide had suddenly turned to the side of Tonkatsu. Seeing her vulgar comment, BBC laughed so hard that he couldn't say "Supacha, tenkyou!". Tsukasa, behind Mitsuka, also laughed abhorrently. A complete defeat. She took a bite of the mochi donut, but could not feel its taste. Still, Sanka devoured it.
　What appeared from the side suddenly was Tsukasa's engorged penis. He slapped Mitsuka's left cheek with it, making her skin almost suffocated with dry stickiness.
　"Her milk is fake but yours is real because I creampied in you."
　He pressed the penis against her cheek.
　"Lick it, lick mine. I'm sure you'd like my cock with pure Japanese blood than your ex-boyfriend's. Where is Venezuela, hah?"
　As she was licking his dick, a vision popped into the head. Mitsuka was naked in the dark, but suddenly her abdomen and breasts become swollen. The weight of her abdomen was considerable but more intense is the explosive sensation emerging from her breasts. Inside, the mammary glands were producing milk at an accelerated velocity, the breasts were stretching like a volcano on the verge of explosion, the nipples were becoming flattened and eerily hard, and the skin was gradually being covered with an unpleasantly oleaginous glare.
　"What the hell is this? Fuck!"
　Although shouting, she realized that BBC was right in front of her. He was tied to a chair with a rag shoved in his mouth, struggling helplessly. As her pity for him strangely prevailed over astonishment at her physical transfiguration, a laser-like stream of breast milk shot out from her breast. BBC screamed as it hit him in the face directly, which was like a masterpiece film. When Mitsuka, starting to enjoy this absurdity, squeezed her own breasts, its momentum became even more fierce. BBC's ludicrous screams echoed in the darkness, and then the gloomy blackness cleared up, where many women appeared, shouted with glee, scattered large amounts of money to the air which were shining like a group of scattered meteorites at the time of the world's apocalypse. BBC collapsed with the chair, almost drowning in the liquid. But that didn't stop Mitsuka from spewing out her milk. She wanted him to die, just die.