CHAPTER 19

Dian was just the same. Whether it was when he was attending to the right br*ast a while ago or not, he was indulging in her milk without much difference compared to before.

But her pl*asure continued to escalate. It was like when she masturbates, she applies similar pressure to her cl*toris, but gradually builds up to a cl*max, and the pl*asure grows with repetition and slight variations.

I want more……

I wanted to sleep with Dian like this. Dian would still be tender and gentle during s*x, right? What would it be like to have s*x with him?

 The fact that this was the last ritual made her impatient. Once this time was over, he wouldn’t be sucking her br*asts. It could even be the last time in her life. That thought, coupled with it being the second br*ast, meaning he was close to finishing the ritual, made her restless and desperate towards the end.

Dian held onto her br*ast flesh, making the n*pple protrude even more, and sucked silently. She writhed with excessive pl*asure, unable to hold back even though she knew he would feel it. And impulsively, she lowered her left hand onto Dian’s back. Underneath the clothes, she felt his warmth and the firm muscles of his back.

“…….”

Dian didn’t respond much. 

He must feel something, though. Was it okay to touch him while he had his eyes closed, or was it difficult for him to express his intentions? But since he didn’t move my right arm like earlier, was it okay?

She clenched the hem of his clothes due to the continuing stimulation and pl*asure. A fireball churned in her stomach, and hot sweat trickled down, causing her to writhe her hips again, spreading her left palm flat against his back. His back was endlessly broad and strong. She gently stroked and pulled him towards her.

I don’t want it to end. If only it could last forever…

Dian seemed to be sucking harder, or maybe not. Not by much, but she couldn’t be sure.

“Aaaah…….”

A lustful moan escaped. She could have held it back if she wanted to, but now she didn’t. Moaning, writhing her hips, touching his neck and back, drawing him towards her. It was her own way of seduction. Dian didn’t push her away, but he wasn’t actively responsive either. 

Should I express more clearly, more explicitly?

But before that, there was one thing bothering her.

‘For a fortnight, from sunrise to sunset, take a virgin’s milk.’

If they have s*x, she won’t be a virgin anymore. She wasn’t sure if that would be okay still. The sunrise has passed, and if they do it after the last breastfeeding, would it matter? Still, she knew it would be safer to maintain her virginity throughout the fortnight. It was related to his health and life, so she wanted to do it as safely as possible.

On top of all that, Dian, the person concerned, showed no sign of interest in it. Rienn had thought that maybe she was just using the ritual as an opportunity to fulfill her own selfish desires. Dian had to do it to get better, to live, but…

If, by some chance, really, by some chance… Dian didn’t have any aversion like her and might even be enjoying it inwardly, but it wasn’t certain. Instead, being so unresponsive could be a polite refusal.

“!”

Suddenly, she snapped out of it.

This is not right. I shouldn’t force Dian.

As the caresses and touches continued on her chest, desire grew, and they had to stop completely. Hurriedly looking out the window, it was dark outside. It had been a long time since the sun had set, she wrapped her left arm around Dian and hugged him once more.

“I’m glad you’re well.”

Then she pushed his shoulders away with her palms.

His hand and lips fell away from her chest in unison.

“…….”

Pulled away abruptly, a trickle of milk dripped from Dian’s lips. He lapped it up, his eyes closed, his face faintly panicked. Milk dripped from both of her n*pples as she lost his lips and the towel he held. Quickly, she grabbed her clothes and dress and slipped them on.

“……Rienn.”

“Yeah.”

When she made a rustling sound, Dian turned to the other side. He didn’t open his eyes until the end, and he didn’t look at her either, which made her feel more frustrated.

With a quick sweep of her hand, she pulled her robe on and scrambled out of the chair. He followed suit.

“Are we done now?”

“Yes. Thank you so much, Rienn.”

Dian tried to meet her eyes, tilting his upper body to the side in an attempt to catch her gaze as she looked elsewhere. She turned away, avoiding his eyes.

“You’ve been through a lot, too. I’m going home now.”

“You’re going home?”

Dian asked, surprised.

“Yeah.”

She quickly walked towards her guest room. He followed along beside her.

“You were supposed to go tomorrow morning. Why the sudden change?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I’ll go pack my things tonight and head straight to our estate.”

“You haven’t even had dinner yet. At least have dinner first, and if you still want to go, I’ll take you.”

“It’s fine.”

She cut off Dian’s words, grabbing her sword and small pack.

“I’ve been away for over a fortnight, and I’m sure there’s a lot of business to take care of. You can eat your dinner, and I can go alone.”

“Rienn.”

Dian grabbed her arm and pinned her down. It wasn’t forceful, but it was subtle and she couldn’t break free easily.

“What’s wrong, huh?”

She forced herself to meet his gaze. He looked unusually perplexed. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him this flustered before.

“My task is done. There’s no need for me to stay here any longer.”

She said desperately, urgently.

“I want to go home.”

She pulled her arm from Dian’s grasp. He let go.

Hurriedly, she left the guest room. As she passed through the hallway and descended the stairs, she saw Angela on the first floor.

“Miss Rienn?”

She seemed equally taken aback.

“Angela, could you prepare the carriage, please?”

She could feel Angela glance at Dian behind her.

“Yes, my lady. I’ll have it ready for you.”

“Thank you.”

In a flash, she was outside the mansion and standing on the porch. The cool air calmed her raging emotions a little. She stared straight ahead as she waited for the carriage, feeling Dian’s intense gaze beside her.

“Rienn, tell me if I’ve done anything wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She shook her head.

“We’ll see each other again but I’m leaving now.”

It took an almost superhuman effort to say it nonchalantly.

“…….”

“The carriage is here. Goodbye, Dian.”

Without hesitation, she climbed into the carriage. As she closed the door behind her, she could see Dian standing there with a stern face.

With a creak, the carriage started moving. The vast garden passed by outside the window. Opening the window, she felt a sense of liberation and relief as the night breeze hit her.

I didn’t mean to run away like this, but I couldn’t stay there any longer.

She was heading somewhere she couldn’t confront Dian.