CHAPTER 3

Dian’s condition deteriorated rapidly, and accordingly, Rienn’s preparations proceeded hastily. Only the closest of friends knew he was ill, and even fewer were privy to her decision to heal him.

It was Dian, herself, and Herta, the Duke’s personal physician and a sorceress, along with the maid Angela and butler Philip. She had known all three of them since she was a child. Especially Herta and Angela, being fellow women, who had helped her a lot.

‘This magic potion is to be taken once a day, after lunch. You’ll notice secretion of br*ast milk starting from the first day of ingestion. Then you can start the healing ritual the next day and continue for a fortnight by taking it daily.’

The healing ritual.

They were using a euphemism for ‘breastfeeding’.

‘Got it, Herta. I can stop eating when the ritual is over, right?’

‘Yes. The milk will stop flowing in three or four days when you stop taking it.’

‘Ah…… Is there anything else I need to know?’

‘Due to the potion’s ingredients, you’ll probably feel more tired and drowsy than usual while you’re taking it. So, don’t push yourself, and make sure to rest and sleep well.’

‘If that’s all, I’m confident.’

Herta assisted with the potion intake and Angela…

‘Angela, where do you get these things?’

‘Haha, there are ways to obtain everything.’

Angela somehow procured a model of a woman’s chest and taught Rienn the feeding technique.

And so, she decided to stay in the ducal mansion for a while. She had thought about just going back and forth between here and her family’s mansion since it’s nearby, but then changed her mind.

‘It’s hard to get here before sunrise, Rienn. It’s dark and dangerous.’

‘What’s dangerous about it? Oh…’

Rather than the darkness, she was worried if she could wake up early. She’s not someone who sleeps a lot, but it’s still an early hour before sunrise, and with the potion possibly making her drowsy…

‘Just in case I miss the time, I’ll stay here.’

‘Okay.’

Dian smiled.

And so, two nights after her first dose, she found herself wandering around the spacious guest room.

“…….”

It was just as Herta said. Earlier in the day, Rienn felt a prickling sensation in her br*ast, and then milk began to flow out. The clear l*quid soaked both sides of her nightgown in circles around her n*pples. She was so appalled that she immediately put on shapewear and a cotton cloth. This was also something Angela had prepared for her in advance.

While taking the magic potion, milk could flow normally. So Rienn had to put a cloth on the inside of her upper underwear, just like when she had her period. The cloth had to be changed every 3 to 4 hours, or more often if the milk supply was large.

“Should we go now?”

She asked because she needed to sleep soon.

As she sat down at the dressing table, she saw her reflection in the large oval mirror. She unbuttoned her nightgown and pulled out the cloth in her underwear, one after the other. Cloths that are moist in the center. She was about to slip on a new pair when she caught sight of the mirror in front of her.

It would start as soon as the sun came up after this night. There were only a few hours left.

Should I practice…. and mentally prepare?

“Hah…….”

She slipped her arms out of the sleeves of her nightgown and unhooked her bra with both hands behind her back. She slides her bra down her arms, exposing her br*asts. She looked at herself in the mirror.

Golden hair, white skin, blue eyes. It’s a face she sees all the time, and she doesn’t mind it, but the problem is…….

His gaze traveled to her chest. Plump, milky br*asts with pink n*pples and ar*olas.

Tomorrow, she had to show her br*asts, which she had never shown to others, in front of Dian. They weren’t even her normal br*asts; the potion had made them bigger and puffier, even when they weren’t full of milk.

Following Angela’s teachings, she squeezed the milk… Droplets formed at the various n*pple pores. When she applied a little pressure with her fingertips, the droplets grew larger before falling off with a plop, plop.

“It’s painful…”

Her emotions were complicated. She couldn’t believe she was producing milk…

Not long ago, breastfeeding was a distant and vague territory for her. Just like pregnancy and childbirth. She had no experience with it, and so the idea of lactating……. This is also the first time she’s aware of the holes in her n*pples.

She pressed her fingertips together at her ar*ola and once again, droplets of milk formed. Some spurted forward in a series of lines. It splashed everywhere, farther than she’d expected, dotting the vanity mirror, the countertop, and her nightgown.

“Good grief…”

She stared at her br*asts in the mirror and then at the real thing, her actual br*asts.

She can’t even get used to them yet, and Dian would be shocked too. Even more overwhelming, these are the br*asts he’s going to have to suckle on…….

“Hah…….”

Just imagining it made her heart beat faster.

Dian sucking my br*asts, drinking my milk.

It felt unreal, like some kind of ridiculous dream. There was no way she could practice this.

Will tomorrow bring any answers if I try?

“Oh God, why would you test me like this…”

No.

“Thank you for showing me how to save Dian’s life…….”

This is just healing. Whatever the process, it’s just healing.