CHAPTER 15

She stood there, bewildered, and put her aching hand down on the armrest. There was a light sound.

He pressed his lips to her n*pple. Slowly sucking, he raised one hand. The hand, which had lingered in the air for a moment, now moved closer. His hands touched her br*ast.

“……!”

Pink n*pples and milky skin. His fingertips lightly grazed at the boundary and both sides. Like she used to do, Dian positioned his hand in a C-shape, with his thumb below and index and middle fingers above. He applied gentle pressure in that position.

Ha…….

This was no dream. Dian is touching my br*asts, biting and sucking them. I vividly felt his touch.

She knew that Dian minimized the contact with his hands as he did with his mouth. He touched them crampedly, with his fingertips raised, as if reluctantly touching something dirty. But his hand itself was large, and so were his fingertips, and they reached both her n*pple and br*ast.

Her ar*ola, w*t with milk, and her flesh, warm and soft. Dian applied gentle pressure, simultaneously pressing up and down. Milk shot out like a water gun in his mouth.

“…….”

They used to synchronize their breathing, but now Dian did it alone. He pressed down with his hand and sucked with his mouth. His hands were new to her, and she was dazed. The hand that held the sword was callused and firm, and even when he didn’t exert any pressure, she could feel a faint strength.

Actually, using a hand to squeeze wasn’t necessary. She had plenty of milk, and sucking alone was enough. But at first, Dian sucked too gently, so it became a habit for her to squeeze with her hand. Maybe it was because of the mood, but doing it both ways felt refreshing.

But she didn’t expect it to turn out like this…

‘You do it then.’

I blurted out impulsively, was it my subconscious……?

The secret desire she’d been harboring for his touch had burst forth, and the result was more than she could have imagined. The psychological excitement and physical pl*asure from Dian touching and pressing her chest with his bare hand. Her heart raced, and she struggled to breathe.

“Ah.”

Her br*asts tingles and then ejects. He released the pressure with his mouth and hand. He widened the gap between her n*pple and his lips and drank in the stream of milk. Only his breath touched her hollowed chest.

She felt a mixture of relief and regret. Taking a deep breath during the pause, she adjusted the towel in her left hand. There was a huge amount of milk coming from this br*ast too.

“…….”

In the silence, the sound of flowing and the continuous swallowing were heard. Milk spurted out of the many holes in her n*pples, hitting Dian’s palate, tongue, and inner cheek. The milk quickly gathered, and Dian swallowed it.

She felt the reality of feeding him her l*quid, nutrient-rich milk.

Ha…….

After a while, the strong streams of milk subsided, and the ejection stopped.

His mouth and hand, which had been waiting, clung as if on cue. His tongue and lips were on the swollen n*pple, his hand pressing against the flesh of her br*asts, gently squeezing and unclenching as he lapped at her n*pples.

The feel of his tongue on her er*ect n*pple, his fingertips pressing against the flesh outside her ar*ola, was…… insanely erotic and good. A hot sensation spread in her belly, and soon her juices were flowing. Deep between her thighs tingled, wetting her down below.

I shouldn’t…… I’m going crazy.

“…….”

Her eyes kept closing, and her face contorted. To her relief, Dian still had his eyes closed. Watching him move his hands and lips with a serene face, she closed her eyes too. The sensation and stimulation transmitted to her chest tickled her uncontrollably. Her knees threaten to lift and she wants to rub her legs together, but Dian is between them, so she holds it in.

Distraction. She tried to think of something else. She was getting w*t down there, and she didn’t think she could hide her reaction.

Today is the 10th day. Only 5 days left. After these finishes, I could go back to our estate. Oh, right. I need to buy a birthday present for Yan. What should I buy? A watch? Clothes? Artwork? Is it too late to order?

Turning her attention to various thoughts, she was caught off guard for a moment.

“……!”

His fingers slid to the center. Following her method, Dian pushed forward around the n*pple. Milk came out vigorously, and the sensitive area tingled with pl*asure. Her mouth opened wide, and her body stiffened.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Dian only did it a couple of times and didn’t do it anymore. With his fingertips spaced apart and held loosely, he sucked on it, occasionally squeezing it, but mainly sucked with his mouth. He sucked so hard that her cheeks were pitted, and her milk came out in puffs.

Then there was another ejection. Her br*asts throbbed, her ut*rus contracted, and milk gushed out like a fountain. His mouth and hand were separated as he sighed. After a brief rest, the contractions stopped and he started sucking again. 

Oh, my God, my v*gina was contracting and relaxing and fluttering.

Was it about 20 minutes on the right side?

Dian slowly removed his lips and hand completely. She quickly put on her normal expression.

He lifted his upper body, w*t with milk, and raised his eyelids. His deep blue pupils looked up at her face.

“…….”

“…….”

An unspoken dialogue.

Silently locking eyes with each other, she was the first to look away.

“Do you want to do the other side?”

She casually asked, glancing at the towel below.

“Yeah.”

Dian replied, his gaze fixed on her face. She switched the towel from her left hand to her right hand, now covering her right br*ast and exposing the left one. He looked like he wanted to say something.

“Why?”

“If it’s okay, I’ll hold the towel too.”

“…….”

Anyone would think her right arm was broken.

“Sure.”

She hesitated to refuse over something so trivial. Dian raised his left hand to grab the towel. Their fingers briefly intertwined, then she smoothly withdrew her when he had fixed his grip on the towel. It wasn’t a big deal since she was already doing more, but was it really?

Dian pressed down lightly on the towel, and she felt his hand spread out beyond it. His large hand rested across her chest, her n*pples meeting his palm more than when he squeezed and drew milk.

“…….”

Now it was her left br*ast’s turn. Dian closed his eyes and leaned in. He raised his right hand and cupped her br*ast, sucking on the n*pple.

…My left hand is perfectly fine, so why did he insist on doing it himself?

She thought about telling him she could do it, but she just stayed quiet. For some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to speak.