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The apartment smelled like home, warm garlic from the dinner they’d just finished, the sharp tang of Chi Cheng’s fermentation shelf, and the faint trace of Suowei’s vanilla cedar body wash.
Chi Cheng lounged on the couch in nothing but loose sweatpants, one thick arm slung along the backrest. At 26, he was all dense, gym honed muscle - broad shoulders, heavy pecs, and a carved 6-pack that flexed every time he shifted.
His hair was still damp from his post workout shower. A strict eater by nature, his fridge was a temple of controlled chaos - rows of mason jars filled with homemade kimchi in varying stages of funk, bottles of kombucha with thick scobies floating like jellyfish, kefir grains multiplying in milk, and several experimental yogurts.
He poked at the half eaten store-bought yogurt cup in his hand with a scowl.
“This shit is weak,” he muttered, setting it on the coffee table. “Barely any tang. My gut’s been off all day. I swear the commercial stuff is getting worse day by day.”
From his spot curled against Chi Cheng’s side, Suowei let out a soft, amused hum. 24, pretty in that delicate, almost ethereal way – doe eyes, full lips, and silky hair, he was the perfect contrast to his boyfriend’s bulk. He wore one of Chi Cheng’s oversized tanks and nothing else, the hem riding high on his smooth thighs.
“Poor baby,” Suowei cooed, nuzzling into the crook of Chi Cheng’s neck. His voice was light and teasing, the way it always got when he smelled an opportunity to be a brat. “All that fermented dedication and the big bad grocery store still lets you down.”
Chi Cheng snorted, but his hand slid down to rest possessively on Suowei’s hip, thumb brushing under the hem of the tank top.
Suowei shifted, swinging one leg over Chi Cheng’s lap so he was straddling his thick thigh. He leaned in close, lips brushing his ear.
“Why don’t you just use me as starter then?” he whispered, half jokingly. “My pussy is full of the best Lactobacillus, you know. Way stronger than anything in those jars. I can make you the most personal probiotic yogurt ever”
Chi Cheng froze for half a second, then barked out a loud laugh, head tipping back against the couch.
“You’re disgusting,” he said, still chuckling, but his hand had tightened on Suowei’s waist. “Absolute menace.”
Suowei grinned, clearly pleased with the reaction. He rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, grinding his bare cunt against the firm muscle of Chi Cheng’s thigh.
“I’m serious,” he purred, even though they both knew he wasn’t. “Think about it. Fresh, warm culture straight from the source - no preservatives and weird additives. Just me..leaking all that goodness into your milk. Personal probiotic, limited edition.”
Chi Cheng’s laugh faded into something lower, rougher. He tried to play it off, squeezing Suowei’s ass.
“You’re such a fucking tease.”
But the idea had already hooked him. Suowei could see it in the way his boyfriend’s eyes darkened, the subtle flare of his nostrils.
For the rest of the evening, Suowei didn’t let him forget.
They tried to watch a show, but Suowei kept shifting positions. First he was curled against Chi Cheng’s chest. Then he was lying back with his legs draped over Chi Cheng’s lap, knees falling open. The oversized tank rode up, revealing the smooth, pretty slit between his legs, already glistening.
“Look,” Suowei murmured sweetly, reaching down to spread himself with two fingers. His pussy was puffy and slick, the inner folds shiny. A thin string of clear arousal stretched and broke as he parted them. “Already producing fresh culture for you”
Chi Cheng’s jaw tightened and cock twitched visibly in his sweatpants, thickening against the soft fabric.
“WeiWei,” he warned, voice low.
“What?” Suowei asked innocently, circling a fingertip around his clit before dipping it just inside his entrance. He pulled it out slowly, showing off the glossy sheen. “I’m just trying to help with your gut health. This stuff’s alive and potent. It would turn your milk thick and creamy in no time.”
He brought the glistening finger to his own mouth, sucking it clean with an obscene little moan, eyes locked on Chi Cheng the whole time.
Chi Cheng’s breathing had grown heavier. He was half hard now, the thick outline of his cock obvious. One of his hands had drifted to Suowei’s inner thigh, gripping the soft flesh like he was fighting the urge to push those legs wider and dive in.
Suowei kept going, playful and relentless. He rolled onto his back fully on the couch, planting one foot on the backrest and the other on the floor, spreading himself. His fingers returned to his coochie, lazily stroking through the slick lips.
“Mmm..feels extra wet tonight,” he sighed. “Must be making extra bacteria just for you. Imagine scooping all this warm discharge into a jar of milk....stirring it in with your fingers..letting it sit and ferment”
Chi Cheng let out a shaky exhale. His free hand adjusted his cock through his sweatpants, palming the growing hardness. His gaze kept flicking between Suowei’s flushed face and the greedy, glistening coochie on full display.
“You’re really getting off on this, huh?” Chi Cheng muttered, voice rough with reluctant arousal.
Suowei bit his lip and smiled, coy and filthy all at once.
“Maybe. But I think you are too, big guy.” He dipped two fingers inside himself, fucking them slowly so the wet sounds filled the quiet living room.
Chi Cheng stared, pupils blown wide, the muscle in his jaw flexing. The reluctant curiosity was written all over his face -part disbelief, part raw hunger.
Finally, he reached out and grabbed Suowei’s wrist, pulling those slick fingers away from his pussy before he could push any deeper.
“Enough,” he growled, but there was no real heat in the command. His thumb brushed over Suowei’s swollen clit, making the smaller man shiver. “You’re gonna drive me fucking crazy tonight.”
Suowei’s eyes sparkled with triumph. He leaned up, pressing a sweet, deceptive kiss to Chi Cheng’s lips.
“Good,” he whispered against them. “That’s the idea.”
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It was well past midnight when the last pretense of “just joking” finally crumbled.
Chi Cheng stood in their dimly lit kitchen, the low hum of the fridge the only sound besides their breathing. He’d changed into a tight black tank that clung to his muscular chest and those same sweatpants, now tented obscenely. Suowei sat on the edge of the dining table in nothing but the oversized tank, legs already dangling open, watching his boyfriend with bright, hungry eyes.
“You’re really sure?” Chi Cheng asked, voice low and rough. One last out.
Suowei bit his lip and smiled, bratty as ever. “You’ve been hard for three hours thinking about it. Just admit you want to milk my cunt into your precious yogurt.”
Chi Cheng’s jaw flexed. “Fine, just once and only for fun.”
He moved like it was a sacred ritual.
First, he pulled out a fresh glass jar and a tetra of whole milk. He measured exactly 500ml into a small pot, then set it on the stove over the lowest flame. One hand hovered near the thermometer he’d retrieved from his fermentation drawer, eyes flicking between the rising temperature and Suowei’s spread thighs. 42°C. Perfect for mesophilic cultures.
“Take the tank off. Lie back on the table.”
Suowei shivered at the commanding tone and obeyed, peeling the fabric over his head. His pretty body was fully exposed - smooth skin, perky nipples, and that greedy little cunt already glistening under the warm kitchen lights. He leaned back on his elbows, planting his heels on the table edge and letting his knees fall wide open.
Chi Cheng stepped between his legs, towering over him. He ran both large hands up Suowei’s inner thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive crease where leg met cunt.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick. “Already leaking. Such a good starter culture.”
He sank to his knees, face level with Suowei’s dripping slit. The scent was warm and slightly musky. Chi Cheng inhaled deeply, then dragged his tongue slowly from perineum all the way up to Suowei’s clit in one long, filthy stripe.
Suowei moaned, hips twitching.
Chi Cheng ate him out like he was starving. Long, deliberate licks, sucking the puffy outer lips into his mouth, tongue fucking deep into the silky heat. He groaned against the wet flesh.
“Fuck..your sweet and tangy pussy. This is where my probiotics are coming from tonight.”
He pushed two thick fingers inside, curling them up against Suowei’s front wall. The wet, squelching sounds echoed in the quiet kitchen. Suowei’s head fell back with a whimper, thighs trembling.
“That’s it,” Chi Cheng growled, pumping his fingers steadily. “Let it build. I want it thick and cloudy. All that good Lactobacillus cream. I’m gonna milk this greedy pussy until it gives me everything.”
He added a third finger, stretching Suowei open while his mouth latched onto the clit, sucking hard. Suowei’s slick grew thicker, creamier, coating Chi Cheng’s fingers and chin. Every time he pulled his fingers out, strings of cloudy discharge stretched between them.
“Fuck, Chi Cheng..I’m getting so wet,” Suowei panted, voice breaking.
“Yeah? You like being my little yogurt maker?” Chi Cheng pulled his fingers out and held them up, showing off the thick, opaque strands. “Look at this, perfect. So fucking nasty and hot.”
He pushed the fingers back in deeper, scissoring, thrusting, relentlessly working Suowei’s cunt until the smaller man was shaking and leaking steadily onto the table.
After nearly twenty minutes of relentless oral and fingering, Suowei was a mess- flushed, sweating, thighs quivering.
“Chi… I’m close-”
“Don’t cum,” Chi Cheng ordered, voice dark. He pulled his fingers free and stood up. “Save it. I want you to push it all out into the milk.”
He checked the pot - exactly 42°C. Perfect. He poured the warm milk carefully into the glass jar, filling it about three quarters full. Then he lifted Suowei’s hips slightly, angling hispussy right over the open jar.
“Push for me, baby. Give it to me.”
Suowei moaned in embarrassment and arousal, bearing down. A thick, cloudy gush of creamy discharge slid from his used hole and dropped directly into the warm milk with a wet plop. Another followed, then another. Chi Cheng watched with rapt hunger, one hand slowly stroking his own massive erection through his sweatpants.
“More, harvest it all.”
Suowei reached down, spreading his cunt open with trembling fingers as he pushed again. A long, viscous ribbon of slick poured out, swirling into the milk. The surface of the milk clouded, taking on a faint opaque tint and that unmistakable musky scent.
Chi Cheng dipped three fingers back into Suowei’s dripping cunt, scooped up more thick discharge, and stirred it directly into the jar in slow, deliberate circles. The milk thickened visibly as he mixed their combined filth into it.
“Perfect starter,” he whispered reverently. “My boyfriend’s coochie yogurt.”
He sealed the jar with a lid, gave it one last gentle swirl, and set it on the counter beside the other ferments. The faint musky sweet aroma already began to fill the kitchen.
The moment the jar was down, Chi Cheng’s control snapped.
He grabbed Suowei’s hips, yanked him to the edge of the table, and shoved his sweatpants down. His thick, heavy cock sprang out, flushed dark and leaking. Without another word he pushed inside Suowei’s sloppy, stretched pussy in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck!” Suowei cried out, back arching.
Chi Cheng fucked him like an animal - deep, feral strokes, hips slamming forward. The table creaked under them. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds as Suowei’s slick coated his cock.
“Gonna eat that yogurt tomorrow,” Chi Cheng snarled against Suowei’s neck, pounding harder. “Gonna taste your cunt in every bite. My personal probiotic slut.”
Suowei came hard around him, clenching, gushing. Chi Cheng followed soon after, burying himself deep and flooding Suowei’s insides with thick ropes of cum. They stayed locked together, panting, for a long minute.
Chi Cheng kissed him slow and deep, then whispered, “Jar stays on the counter all night.”
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Sunlight streamed into the kitchen. Chi Cheng woke first, cock already half hard from the memory. He walked straight to the counter.
The jar had transformed.
The milk had set into a soft, creamy yogurt with visible slight lumps and curds. The color was a little off white with a faint ivory tint. When he cracked the lid, a strong, heady aroma hit him - rich, tangy, sour, with a deep underlying musk that was unmistakably Suowei.
His mouth watered.
He grabbed a spoon and scooped a generous amount. It was thicker than store bought, almost custard like, with that perfect slight graininess from the fermentation.
Chi Cheng brought it to his lips and took a big mouthful.
The taste exploded on his tongue.
Sharp, alive tang, creamy richness and a faint underlying sweetness. And then the distinct, filthy aftertaste of Suowei’s coochie - musky, intimate and addictive.
“Fuck..” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut. His cock surged to full hardness instantly, tenting his sweatpants aggressively.
He took another huge spoonful, then another, eating with shameless greed right there in the kitchen. Low, satisfied growls escaped his throat between bites.
Suowei padded in a minute later, still naked, hair messy. He froze when he saw Chi Cheng devouring the jar.
“Oh my god..” Suowei whispered, cheeks burning bright red. But his own cock was twitching, and fresh slick was already glistening on his thighs. The sight of his muscular boyfriend so blatantly addicted to yogurt made from his cunt was unbearably hot.
Chi Cheng looked up, lips shiny with yogurt, eyes dark with lust.
“This is the best fucking yogurt I’ve ever had in my life,” he said, voice hoarse. He scooped another large bite and licked the spoon clean. “Tastes like you – tangy..creamy….perfect.”
Suowei whimpered, embarrassed and horribly turned on.
Chi Cheng set the jar down, crossed the kitchen in a few strides, and pulled Suowei into a deep, yogurt flavored kiss.
“We’re doing this again tomorrow,” he said against his lips, no room for argument. “Every night if I can.”
Suowei shivered, then smiled shyly, pressing his forehead to Chi Cheng’s.
“..yeah. Okay.”
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By the third night, the jar on the counter had become the focal point of their evenings.
Chi Cheng came home from the gym earlier than usual, still sweaty from his heavy lift session. The moment the door clicked shut, he dropped his gym bag and stalked straight toward Suowei, who was lounging on the couch in nothing but a loose tshirt.
“Kitchen, now.”
Suowei’s heart jumped. The playful brat from a few nights ago was still there, but something had shifted. He stood up, already feeling the familiar throb between his legs.
“Yes, Sir,” he teased, but his voice came out breathier than intended.
Chi Cheng didn’t smile. He simply grabbed Suowei by the wrist and pulled him into the kitchen, bending him over the counter without ceremony. Strong hands spread Suowei’s ass cheeks, and a thick finger pushed inside his already slick clit.
“Fuck, you’re wet already,” Chi Cheng growled. “have you been leaking all day thinking about this?”
Suowei whimpered, pushing back onto the finger. “a little..”
Chi Cheng pulled away only long enough to retrieve a medium sized black plug from the drawer they’d started dedicating to “production tools.” He slicked it with a generous amount of Suowei’s own arousal and pushed it in slowly, twisting it as Suowei moaned.
“You’re wearing this tomorrow while I’m at the gym,” Chi Cheng said, voice low and authoritative. “All day. I want this cunt marinating and producing thick, creamy culture for me by the time i get home.”
Suowei’s face burned. The fullness made his clit throb. “You’re turning me into your little yogurt factory..”
“Exactly” Chi Cheng kissed the back of his neck“ and you fucking love it.”
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The new ritual took shape quickly.
Every morning, Chi Cheng would wake Suowei with slow, worshipful kisses along his inner thighs before removing the plug from the night before. He’d inspect the slick coating it, sometimes licking it clean while Suowei squirmed in embarrassed arousal.
During the day, Suowei tried to work from home, but the plug made it impossible to focus. By hour three, he was constantly leaking. Clear, viscous strands would drip down his thighs if he moved too suddenly. His body was already conditioning - his coochie producing more slick than ever, as if learning exactly what Chi Cheng wanted.
When Chi Cheng came home that evening, he found Suowei in the kitchen already, legs shaky, a visible wet spot on the chair.
“production time,” Chi Cheng announced, voice thick with hunger.
He spent the next hour and a half edging Suowei mercilessly on the dining table.
Suowei lay on his back, legs held wide by Chi Cheng’s strong hands. One, then two, then three thick fingers pumped slowly in and out of his dripping cunt while Chi Cheng’s tongue worked his clit in lazy circles. Every time Suowei got close, Chi Cheng would pull back, stroking his thighs soothingly.
“Not yet, baby. I need it thick tonight. Hold it for me.”
Suowei cried and begged, tears pricking his eyes. “Please..I’m so full..it’s leaking so much..”
“Good. That’s what I want.” Chi Cheng scooped the thick, cloudy discharge already pooling beneath Suowei’s ass and stirred it into the warm milk with deliberate fingers. “Look at all this perfect Lactobacillus cream. Your pussy is getting so generous for me.”
When Suowei was a trembling, leaking mess , Chi Cheng finally let him ride their thickest dildo while positioned over the jar.
“Ride it. Fuck yourself open and push everything out.”
Suowei moaned brokenly as he sank down onto the toy, hips rolling desperately. The wet sounds were obscene. Thick globs of creamy slick fell directly into the milk below. Chi Cheng stood behind him, stroking his own massive cock and occasionally pushing Suowei down harder.
After Suowei produced a particularly large gush, Chi Cheng pulled him off the dildo, dipped his cock into the jar to coat it, and then fucked Suowei hard right there on the table, using the mixture as lube.
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The recipes evolved each night.
One evening Chi Cheng came home, immediately dragged Suowei to the counter, and made him lie back with his legs spread. He warmed the milk, then drizzled golden honey in slow spirals over Suowei’s pussy, clit, and inner thighs. While edging him for nearly two hours, Chi Cheng would occasionally scoop the honey slick mixture with his fingers and stir it into the jar.
“Sweetened cunt yogurt,” he murmured filthily, licking honey and discharge off Suowei’s folds. “My favorite dessert.”
Another night, Chi Cheng made Suowei ride his cock first, refusing to let him cum. When Chi Cheng finally pulled out and came thick ropes directly into the warm milk, Suowei had to watch as his boyfriend stirred fresh cum into the jar, then harvested more slick from his denied, fluttering hole to mix in.
“Cum and cunt culture,” Chi Cheng groaned, feeding Suowei a small taste from his fingers afterward. “Tastes like us.”
Suowei was mortified at first. The constant leaking, the plugs, the hours of denial -it was humiliating. But the way Chi Cheng looked at him.. like his pussy was the most precious, delicious thing..it broke something in him.
By day five, Suowei was addicted!
He started anticipating it. He’d send Chi Cheng teasing photos during the day - closeups of the plug nestled between his cheeks, or a glistening strand of slick dripping down his thigh with the caption “Your culture is ready, Daddy.”
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Mornings became almost as filthy as the nights.
Chi Cheng would wake up, walk to the counter, and open the new jar. The scent had grown stronger each time- deep, tangy, musky, unmistakably Suowei. The yogurt was always thicker now, creamier, with beautiful lumpy curds.
One particular morning, Chi Cheng scooped a huge spoonful and brought the jar over to the bed where Suowei was still half asleep.
“Breakfast,” he said simply.
He straddled Suowei’s chest, thick cock already hard and resting against Suowei’s lips. While Suowei obediently sucked him, Chi Cheng ate the yogurt straight from the jar with shameless moans.
“Fuck, baby.. it tastes even better today,” he groaned around a mouthful, hips gently fucking Suowei’s warm mouth. “So tangy. So much of your flavour.”
Suowei whimpered around the cock stretching his lips, his own pussy clenching and leaking fresh slick onto the sheets. Watching his boyfriend devour yogurt made from his cunt while face-fucking him was unbearably arousing.
Chi Cheng finished the entire jar, then flipped Suowei over and fucked him senseless, growling praises the whole time.
“Your pussy is my favourite food now. Nothing else comes close.”
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Suowei’s feelings had completely shifted.
What started as playful teasing had become a deep, needy craving. He loved how Chi Cheng’s obsession made him feel worshipped and filthy at the same time. Every time Chi Cheng dropped to his knees to “check the marination” or spent 40 minutes eating him out just to collect more starter, Suowei felt a rush of embarrassed pride.
One night, after a particularly long edging session where Suowei had produced almost double the usual amount, Chi Cheng was stirring the jar with a look of pure reverence.
Suowei, flushed and still trembling on the table, whispered shyly, “You’re really addicted to my cunt now..aren’t you?”
Chi Cheng looked up and set the jar down, leaned over Suowei’s body, and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of his own slick that still lingered on his tongue.
“Yeah,” he admitted hoarsely. “I think about it all day at the gym. I jerk off in the showers thinking about coming home and milking you into fresh yogurt. Your pussy is better than any probiotic on the market. I’m never going back.”
Suowei’s heart fluttered. He wrapped his arms around Chi Cheng’s neck and pulled him closer.
“..good,” he whispered. “cuz I don’t want you to.”
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Over the next few days, the domestic filth only deepened.
Chi Cheng would come home, immediately push Suowei against the fridge, plug already in, and finger him roughly while the milk warmed. Suowei leaked constantly now - a thin sheen of slick always present between his thighs.
Sometimes Chi Cheng would make him wear panties just to watch the wet spot grow throughout the evening.
They developed a rhythm - long, intimate production sessions filled with dirty talk, worship, and denial, followed by feral fucking while the jar fermented on the counter.
Suowei had never felt more desired.
And Chi Cheng had never been more satisfied.
But both of them could feel it - they were only getting started.
The line between ritual and obsession had completely dissolved.
By the second week, their apartment no longer smelled like a normal home. It carried a constant undercurrent of warm milk, sharp fermentation, and the rich musk of Suowei’s overworked pussy. The fermentation shelf had expanded. Multiple jars now sat in different stages, each one labeled with the date and the “recipe” used.
Chi Cheng had grown insatiable.
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One Thursday, Chi Cheng came home from the gym with a feral glint in his eyes. The moment the door closed, he pushed Suowei against the wall, yanked up the oversized shirt he was wearing, and shoved two thick fingers straight into his already leaking cunt.
“Three batches tonight,” he growled against Suowei’s ear. “You’re going to fill three fucking jars for me.”
Suowei whimpered, knees buckling. “Chi Cheng.. I’m already so sensitive..”
“Good.”
He dragged Suowei to the kitchen and laid him out on the dining table like a feast. The plug from the day had already done its job - Suowei’s pussy was puffy, swollen, and drooling thick strands of cloudy slick the second the toy was removed.
Chi Cheng warmed three separate jars of milk, each one treated like a sacred offering. Then the edging began.
For nearly 2 hours straight, he tortured Suowei with his mouth and hands. Three fingers stretched him wide while his tongue flicked mercilessly over the swollen clit. Every time Suowei approached the edge, Chi Cheng pulled back, slapping his cunt lightly, making the slick splatter.
“You’re crying already?” Chi Cheng mocked lovingly, licking tears from Suowei’s cheeks. “Cry harder. I want this cunt producing the thickest cream you’ve ever made.”
Suowei was a mess -sobbing, hips jerking, thighs shaking uncontrollably. His pussy clenched and leaked nonstop, long viscous ropes dripping onto the table and into the waiting jars. Chi Cheng positioned him over each jar in turn, spreading his folds obscenely and ordering him to push.
The first batch was pure pussy discharge - rich, opaque, and heavy.
The second included fresh loads of Chi Cheng’s cum pumped deep inside Suowei then milked back out.
The third was the nastiest - Chi Cheng made Suowei ride a thick dildo until he was screaming, then harvested the frothy, mixed fluids straight into the warm milk.
By the end of the night, Suowei was leaking constantly, even when nothing was inside him. A thin, steady trickle ran down his thighs as he lay exhausted on the table.
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The next night, Chi Cheng took it further. He warmed the milk, then had Suowei lie back with his legs pulled up to his chest. Instead of harvesting directly into the jar, Chi Cheng scooped generous amounts of the fresh, potent yogurt from the previous night and smeared it thickly over Suowei’s body.
Thick globs were spread across his puffy pussy lips, rubbed into his clit until it glistened obscenely. More was painted over his perky nipples, then down his smooth thighs in long, sticky trails.
“Look at you,” Chi Cheng murmured, voice reverent and filthy. “My personal yogurt bowl.”
He ate it all off Suowei’s skin with slow, hungry licks. He buried his face between Suowei’s legs, sucking the tangy musk mixture straight from the source, tongue fucking deep while Suowei thrashed and moaned.
He spent long minutes on the nipples, biting and licking until Suowei was whimpering. Then he dragged his tongue up the trails on his thighs, cleaning every drop.
Suowei was mortified and unbearably aroused. “You’re disgusting..fuck, don’t stop-”
Chi Cheng only growled and smeared a fresh layer on, repeating the process until Suowei’s entire lower body was sticky and trembling.
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The depravity escalated further when Chi Cheng started combining everything.
One evening he made Suowei ride his cock first, edging him mercilessly for over an hour without letting him cum. When Chi Cheng finally unloaded deep inside, he stayed buried and reached for the previous night’s jar. He scooped out several thick spoonfuls of the pungent yogurt and fed them to Suowei on his tongue while slowly fucking him.
“Taste it,” he ordered. “Taste how good your cunt yogurt is mixed with my cum.”
Suowei swallowed obediently, whimpering at the overwhelming flavour - sharp tang, creamy musk, and salty seed all together.
Later, Chi Cheng pulled out, mixed fresh discharge, fresh cum, and a big scoop of fermented yogurt in a small bowl until it became a nasty, chunky paste. He used it as lube to fist fuck Suowei’s stretched hole with three fingers, then four, pushing the filthy mixture deep inside before fucking him brutally. The wet, squelching sounds were filthy. When he finally pulled out, the creamy mix oozed from Suowei’s ruined pussy in thick, pearlescent globs, which Chi Cheng scooped up and fed back to both of them.
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The apartment became their private playground of filth.
Chi Cheng bought Suowei a short, pleated skirt. Suowei wore it around the apartment constantly now -no panties and easy access.
One lazy Sunday afternoon, they were watching TV on the couch. Suowei sat in Chi Cheng’s lap, skirt flipped up, legs spread wide over his thick thighs. Chi Cheng’s hand was between his legs the entire time, two fingers lazily pumping in and out of his slick hole while they pretended to watch the show.
Every few minutes, Chi Cheng would pull his fingers out, coated in thick strings of discharge, and wipe them into a small open jar sitting on the coffee table.
“Building a special mid day batch,” he murmured casually, as if commenting on the weather.
Suowei’s face was burning red. He was leaking steadily onto Chi Cheng’s fingers, the wet sounds mixing with the TV dialogue. By the end of the episode, the small jar was half filled of cloudy, warm slick.
Chi Cheng brought the jar to Suowei’s lips and made him lick the rim clean.
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The peak came on a Friday night. Chi Cheng had been thinking about it all day. He texted Suowei instructions - plug in, no touching, stay desperate.
When he got home, he spent nearly 3 full hours edging Suowei.
The dining table was covered with towels. Suowei was a sobbing, overstimulated wreck. Chi Cheng used every trick - fingers, tongue, the thickest dildo, a vibrator on his clit, then pulling away right before orgasm.
Suowei cried openly, thighs quivering violently, pussy swollen and gaping, leaking an absurd, continuous flood of thick, creamy discharge.
“Please.. please let me cum..I can’t- I’m losing my mind-”
“Not yet,” Chi Cheng growled, voice wrecked with lust. “I want you ruined. I want this jar overflowing with your cream.”
When he finally allowed Suowei to push everything out over the largest jar, the amount was obscene. Thick, opaque, almost paste like discharge poured out in heavy waves, filling more than half the warm milk. The scent that rose from the jar was overwhelming - intensely pungent, sour tangy, deeply musky. Potent enough to make both their heads spin.
Chi Cheng sealed it, but he couldn’t wait.
He lost control completely.
Grabbing the still-warm jar, he scooped a massive spoonful of the fresh, barely-fermented mixture and shoved it into his mouth while yanking Suowei onto his cock. He fucked him with brutal, punishing strokes - the table slamming against the wall while devouring the yogurt straight from the jar with animalistic groans.
“Fuck.. it’s so strong tonight,” he panted between bites, yogurt dripping down his chin onto Suowei’s chest. “Tastes like pure concentrated pussy. My perfect little probiotic whore.”
Suowei screamed as he finally came, gushing hard around Chi Cheng’s pistoning cock. Chi Cheng followed moments later, flooding him with cum, then immediately scooping the mixed yogurt-cum-discharge from Suowei’s overflowing hole and eating that too
By the end of this phase, Suowei was fully broken in the best way. His body had been conditioned to produce slick almost on command. He leaked constantly and pussy stayed puffy and sensitive. He craved the way Chi Cheng worshipped and degraded it in equal measure.
Chi Cheng, for his part, was completely addicted. His strict diet now revolved almost entirely around Suowei’s cunt yogurt in its many filthy variations.
They were past the point of no return.
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The apartment reeked of sex and fermentation. The counter was cluttered with half empty jars of Suowei’s yogurt in various stages of ripeness. It had been weeks since their first “joke,” and the ritual had consumed them both.
Suowei was on the couch in nothing but the short pleated skirt, legs spread lazily, a thick plug still nestled in his sloppy cunt. He watched Chi Cheng emerge from the kitchen with a fresh jar in hand, already scooping a thick spoonful into his mouth with a low, satisfied groan.
Suowei’s voice came out half teasing, half shaky.
“You’re actually addicted to my pussy yogurt!” He bit his lip, cheeks flushed. “Like..seriously addicted. You’re eating it every day and get hard the second you smell it.”
Chi Cheng paused, spoon still in his mouth. He slowly pulled it out, licked his lips and looked at Suowei with dark, shameless eyes.
“Yeah,” he said, voice deep and rough. “I’m fucking addicted. Your cunt is my favorite food source now, WeiWei. Nothing else comes close. Not kimchi, not kefir, not any storebought shit. Just your warm, tangy, musky pussy cream. This-” he lifted the jar, “is better than anything I’ve ever tasted. You’re my perfect little probiotic whore. My personal yogurt factory.”
Suowei’s breath hitched. The words hit him like a punch to the gut - filthy, possessive, and undeniably loving. His pussy clenched hard around the plug, leaking fresh slick.
“..good,” he whispered, voice cracking. “cuz I love being your dirty little cunt yogurt maker.”
Chi Cheng set the jar down and stalked over, pulling Suowei up into a deep, yogurt flavored kiss.
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Chi Cheng dragged Suowei to the kitchen and cleared the entire dining table. He warmed the biggest jar they owned -nearly a full litre of whole milk to the perfect 42°C, treating it like a holy sacrament.
“On your back and legs up.”
Suowei obeyed, skirt flipped up, knees pulled to his chest. His pussy was already puffy and glistening from the day’s plug. Chi Cheng removed it slowly, watching thick strings of slick stretch and snap.
“Fuck.. look at this greedy hole. Already so creamy.”
He started slow, working Suowei open with three fingers, then slicked his entire hand with a mix of fresh discharge and leftover yogurt from the previous night. Suowei’s eyes widened.
“Chi Cheng-”
“Relax, baby. Just light fisting tonight, i need maximum discharge.”
Chi Cheng pressed his hand against the slick entrance and pushed. Suowei cried out as the thickest part of Chi Cheng’s hand stretched him wide, sinking in slowly up to the knuckles. Chi Cheng didn’t thrust hard -he just held it there, gently twisting and pumping, massaging Suowei’s insides while his thumb rubbed the swollen clit.
“That’s it.. let it all out. Flood for me.”
Suowei sobbed and shook. The pressure was overwhelming. His pussy gushed thick, cloudy cream around Chi Cheng’s wrist in heavy pulses. It poured out in waves, dripping messily onto the table and into the waiting jar below.
For nearly an hr Chi Cheng kept him there -slowly fisting, licking his clit, whispering the filthiest praise.
“Your cunt is so fucking sloppy tonight. Look at all this cream you’re making for me. Best Lactobacillus in the world. My perfect yogurt slut.”
Suowei was a broken, crying mess by the end, leaking nonstop, thighs quivering violently. When Chi Cheng finally pulled his hand out with a wet pop, an absurd gush of thick discharge flooded directly into the warm milk. The jar was already more than half full of pure pussy cream.
Chi Cheng stirred it in thoroughly with his cum coated fingers, then added two fresh loads jerking his thick cock and shooting heavy ropes straight into the mixture.
“biggest batch ever,” he said proudly, swirling everything together. The yogurt-to-be already smelled insanely sharp, sour, deeply musky and filthy.
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Next day, Chi Cheng scooped a huge, warm spoonful of the fresh mixture and brought it to Suowei’s lips.
“Open.”
Suowei whimpered but obeyed. Chi Cheng fed him the nasty blend, pushing the spoon deep into his mouth.
“Taste how good your curd is,” he ordered, voice thick with lust. “Taste what your greedy cunt makes for me.”
Suowei moaned brokenly as the overwhelming flavor hit him - tangy, creamy, salty, musky. He swallowed, cheeks burning with humiliation and arousal.
Chi Cheng fed him three more big spoonfuls, kissing him sloppily between each one, sharing the filthy taste.
“You like that? Eating your own cunt yogurt ?”
“Yes..” Suowei gasped, voice wrecked. “Fuck, I’m disgusting..I love it.”
Chi Cheng grinned darkly and smeared more of the warm mixture all over Suowei’s pussy, rubbing it into his folds and clit until he was glistening and sticky.
He used the rest of the fresh mixture as lube.
Chi Cheng coated his massive cock liberally, then slammed into Suowei in one brutal thrust. The yogurt-cum-discharge mix squelched loudly with every thrust, oozing out around his cock in creamy white rivulets.
He fucked Suowei senseless -hard and deep strokes that made the table slam against the wall. Suowei screamed and cried, legs wrapped around Chi Cheng’s waist, nails digging into his muscular back.
“Take it, baby. Take my cock while your pussy yogurt is everywhere.”
Chi Cheng reached for the jar repeatedly, scooping more of the warm filth and smearing it over Suowei’s chest, nipples, and stomach, then licking it off while still pounding him.
The wet, nasty sounds filled the kitchen. Suowei came twice, gushing hard, adding even more slick to the mess. Finally Chi Cheng roared and buried himself deep, pumping thick ropes of fresh cum into Suowei’s ruined hole.
He didn’t pull out right away.
Instead, Chi Cheng grabbed the jar and positioned Suowei’s hips higher, legs pushed back. He scooped the overflowing mix straight from Suowei’s gaping cunt and ate it greedily.
“Fuck yes.. best meal of my life.”
He buried his face between Suowei’s thighs, licking and sucking noisily, tongue fucking deep to devour every drop of the filthy cocktail.
Suowei whimpered and twitched, overstimulated beyond words, as Chi Cheng cleaned him out with long, hungry strokes of his tongue.
Only when Suowei’s pussy was licked shiny and trembling did Chi Cheng finally pull back, lips and chin covered in their combined mess.
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They ended up on the couch, both utterly spent and covered in yogurt, cum, and slick. Suowei curled against Chi Cheng’s broad chest, skirt long discarded, legs loosely spread. Chi Cheng mindlessly licked at his puffy, used slit -slow, gentle laps, not trying to get him off, just tasting and soothing.
“I meant it,” Chi Cheng murmured against the warm, sensitive flesh. “This is our new normal. Every day. Your pussy curd is part of my diet now. Breakfast, snack, dessert..all of it.”
Suowei let out a tired, affectionate laugh, running his fingers through Chi Cheng’s hair.
“You’re so fucking gross..I love you.” He shivered as Chi Cheng’s tongue dipped inside him again. “And yeah....tomorrow’s batch is gonna be even bigger.”
Chi Cheng smiled against his cunt, gave one last long, slow lick, and pulled Suowei closer.
“Tomorrow I’m edging you for 4 hours.”
Suowei groaned, but his pussy fluttered with fresh interest.
They fell asleep like that - ticky, filthy, exhausted, and completely satisfied. The biggest jar of the night sat on the counter, already beginning its slow, delicious fermentation, promising another day of depravity.
They stayed tangled together on the couch, breathing slowly returning to normal. The apartment was heavy with the combined scent of sex, cum, and that unmistakable tangy musk of fresh yogurt.
Both of them were a complete mess - streaks of creamy yogurt, thick cum, and cloudy discharge drying on their skin, matted in Suowei’s hair, smeared across Chi Cheng’s broad chest and chin.
Chi Cheng held Suowei close, one massive arm wrapped around his smaller boyfriend’s waist, the other hand gently cupping his puffy, well fucked pussy. His thick fingers lazily stroked the swollen, leaking folds, not with intent to arouse, but with tender possession. Every so often he’d dip a fingertip inside, scooping up a slow trickle of their mixed filth, then bring it to his lips with a low, satisfied hum.
Suowei shivered and let out a soft, exhausted laugh, nuzzling his face into Chi Cheng’s neck.
“You’re still licking me..” he mumbled, voice hoarse from screaming.
“Can’t help it,” Chi Cheng whispered, pressing a slow, open mouthed kiss to Suowei’s temple. His tongue flicked out again, lazily cleaning another smear of yogurt from Suowei’s inner thigh. “Tastes too good. This perfect little cunt..my favorite flavour in the world.”
Suowei’s cheeks burned darker, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he spread his legs a little wider, giving Chi Cheng better access. The gentle, mindless licking felt soothing after hours of brutal overstimulation.