The Story: After the guy I was crushing on shot me down, I went on a commenting rampage in the replies of a male lactation thirst trap. 「Dude, if you’re lactating, go to a hospital.」 「P.S. I’m a doctor.」 A few minutes after I posted it, I got a DM from a stranger. The profile picture was the same as my crush’s. The message said: 「Hi. Can you… can you really fix this?」 1 Ethan had rejected me. Again. It was early fall, that perfect, crisp weather, but he was drowning in a heavy black hoodie, completely hiding his frame. His handsome face, usually framed by nerdy-cute black glasses, looked exhausted. His eyes were downcast. “Chloe,” he mumbled, “I told you. We’re just… not a good match.” I could feel the tears welling up, and I hated it. I looked at him, my vision blurring. “Where are we not a good match? You like me, I know you do…” Ethan looked helpless, his shoulders slumping. He pursed his lips, his voice barely a whisper. “Please don’t cry…” His hand hesitated, then lifted as if to wipe a tear from my cheek. The moment his warm fingertips brushed my skin, he froze, like he’d been electrocuted, and tried to pull back. But I was greedy for the contact. I grabbed his hand, pressing my whole face into his palm. It didn’t last. With a muffled grunt, Ethan yanked his hand away and stumbled back a few steps, clutching his arm to his chest. He saw the hurt on my face and let out a heavy sigh, turning away. He looked… ashamed. “Chloe, you deserve someone better,” he said, his voice raw. “Not… not a freak like me.” He whispered the last two words like a curse. Then, after one last, deep look at me, he turned and practically fled. 2 I went home and bought a six-pack. As I nursed a beer, I replayed every moment with Ethan. We met on a rainy day. He was working part-time at a campus coffee shop. My payment app crashed, and he just paid for my latte himself. He was wearing the standard black employee polo, but on his tall frame, it looked good. He glanced at me, his dark hair falling over his forehead, and then immediately looked away as if I’d burned him. “It’s still pouring out there,” he’d said. “You can take my umbrella.” “What about you?” I’d asked. He kept his eyes down. “It’ll stop soon.” I spent the next week hanging out at that coffee shop until I finally caught his shift again. I gave him back the umbrella and the money for the coffee. Just as I was about to leave, the sky opened up again. I turned around, and he was standing there, holding the umbrella, having taken off his thick glasses. Without them, his eyes were stunning—big and gentle, like a deer’s. He walked me home. Watching his back disappear into the rain, I knew I was a goner. After that, I, a connoisseur of shirtless men on the internet, deleted all my thirst-trap apps. I was going to get Ethan. And I was so sure he liked me, too. When I had cramps, he’d show up with ibuprofen and my favorite takeout. When I was in a bad mood, he’d take me to the movies or to a cat cafe. I thought we were a sure thing. But the first time I confessed, he started pulling away. Rejecting my invitations, taking forever to text back. I considered every possibility. Maybe he was aromantic. Maybe he had a crippling avoidance complex. Maybe, just maybe, he was a giant jerk. But then I got a nasty cold, and he appeared at my door without a word, taking care of me until my fever broke… I just didn’t get it. Why? I took another swig of beer. The image of him running away made my chest ache. I didn’t believe his excuse. You deserve someone better. What a line. It was probably him who wanted someone better. What an asshole. With that thought, I picked up my phone, re-downloaded TikTok, and started scrolling through an endless stream of muscular men in very little clothing. When I landed on a video from the weird “male mommy” niche, something in me snapped. I couldn’t resist leaving a comment. 「Dude, if you’re lactating, go to a hospital.」 「P.S. I’m a doctor.」 After that, I passed out. 3 In the days that followed, my chat with Ethan remained dead silent. It sucked, but life, and my residency, went on. After a soul-crushing week at the hospital, I collapsed onto my couch, and, like an idiot, opened his chat history. 「Hey… what’s up?」 No reply for a long time. I sighed and opened TikTok, ready to lose myself in meaningless eye candy. I noticed my comment from a week ago had blown up with likes. Then I saw a DM notification. A user from my city. Their profile picture… it was the same as Ethan’s. A black cat, curled up asleep. My finger hovered over the message. I tapped. The message read: 「Hi. Can you… can you really fix this?」 I was confused. 「Fix what?」 The reply was instant. 「What you said in the comments.」 I rolled my eyes. It had to be a troll. Still, I played along from a clinical perspective. 「Okay, ma’am, how long has it been since you gave birth?」 Postpartum lactation issues were common. He took a moment to reply. 「I’m a guy.」 I stared at the screen, my patience gone. This was just some weirdo. I typed back three words. 「You’re a creep.」 He didn’t message back. 4 I was missing Ethan like crazy. That weekend, I went back to the coffee shop to see him. But when I asked the manager, she said he’d quit. “It was so sudden, too. He was a great worker. We got way more customers after he started…” I walked out before she could finish, a sour feeling in my stomach. He quit without telling me? Was he really trying that hard to avoid me? Was it all in my head? Did Ethan… never actually like me? I pulled out my phone and typed a message I knew I’d regret. 「You quit without a word.」 「I guess you really hate me that much.」 「I’m done liking you, Ethan.」 I went home, fell into bed, and slept like the dead. 5 When I woke up, still no reply from Ethan. I was used to it by now. I opened TikTok. Before I could even start scrolling, a few red dots popped up on my DMs. It was the same guy. 「Hello. I’m sorry to bother you again.」 「It’s just… I really don’t know what to do.」 A moment later, a picture came through. It was a black t-shirt, tossed on a bed. It looked weirdly familiar. Everything about it was normal, except for a patch of fabric on the chest. It was darker than the rest, a circular stain, like it was soaked with water. I went silent, my medical brain kicking into gear. Theoretically, male lactation could occur, but it was incredibly rare. It was usually linked to severe, prolonged malnutrition, where reintroducing food could trigger hormonal chaos. But the cases were almost nonexistent. 「How long has it been since you ate a proper meal?」 I typed. He replied, 「I eat on time every day. Balanced diet.」 That was strange… 「How long has this been happening? When did it start?」 It took him a minute. 「A while now. I have to change my shirt multiple times a day. If I go out, I have to wear a thick jacket. There’s a lot… and it hurts.」 He paused, then sent another message. 「It started… right after the girl I like confessed to me.」 I slowly typed out a single question mark. 「She told me she liked me, and I was so happy. But then… it started. It wouldn’t stop. My shirt got soaked. I was terrified she’d notice.」 「I thought it was a one-time thing, but it’s been happening ever since. Whenever I think about her, or when we touch… it just… flows.」 I was speechless. I sent back three dots. This had to be a story he was making up. 「I know it sounds fake, but I’m out of options. I’m scared to go to a hospital. I don’t want people to find out, to think I’m some kind of freak…」 I took a sip of water. I must be overtired and hallucinating. Logic wasn't going to work here. 「Then just stop thinking about her,」 I typed, exasperated. 「I can’t.」 「I thought if I just avoided her, it would get better. But I can’t stop thinking about her.」 I sighed. The fact that I was still engaging proved I wasn't entirely sane either. 「Then just tell her what’s going on.」 「No. I can’t. She’ll be disgusted…」 I didn't know if I was going crazy or if the world was. I shook my head, put my phone down, and decided to ignore him. 6 I tried to sleep, but my mind was racing. Male lactation… My thoughts drifted to another galaxy. If this was real, wasn't this guy basically a fanfiction trope come to life? A "male mommy"? And it only happened when he was around the person he liked? It was so ridiculous it sounded like something straight out of an AO3 tag. It had to be fake. My thoughts slowly drifted back to Earth. And then, I thought about Ethan. He really wasn't going to message me again. I missed him so much. He had such beautiful, kind eyes. He was always so reserved, so quiet. But when he looked at me, I felt like I was the only person in the world. Sometimes, just looking into his eyes made the exhaustion from a 12-hour shift at the hospital melt away. God, I missed him… What was he doing right now? Was he thinking of anything? I thought I was tough, but tears started to slide down my cheeks. In the hazy space between waking and sleeping, a series of glowing words appeared in the air. 【Ugh, is this all just pining? This is supposed to be smut! I need the plot to move forward!!!】 【Right? Why is the male lead still avoiding her! They need to meet and just DO IT already! I’m getting impatient!】 【Calm down, guys. The female lead doesn’t know he’s avoiding her because he’s literally lactating. She’d lose her mind if she knew. She’s a total sucker for this trope. Once this part of the plot is over, the good stuff is coming!!】 【If she finds out, she’s gonna drain him dry!】 【He’s got such a repressed, sensitive vibe, it’s so hot. Gets all flustered and wet just thinking about her, but he’s terrified she’ll think he’s gross. Little does he know, she just needs to suckle him to stop it!】 What? 7 I shot up in bed, my heart pounding. The words were gone. I closed my eyes, trying to convince myself it was a dream. This is a fanfic? The main characters? And Ethan is that… guy? Impossible. I fell back onto my pillows. It had to be a dream.
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