CHAPTER 7

Day 5 of the healing ritual.

Humans are said to be creatures of adaptation, and it seems that’s not far from the truth. She had grown accustomed to the morning and evening rituals.

“I’m up!”

“Yes, Miss.”

Today, Angela’s knock on the door woke her up at dawn. After washing up and changing her modest garments, she headed to Dian’s room.

“Did you sleep well? Are you sleepy?”

“No, not really.”

However, that doesn’t mean she’s not nervous.

As she sat down in the chair beside him and reached for her buttons, Dian closed his eyes tightly. With a straight face, she peeled her dress down to her chest. She pulled out the cloth, which was still as good as new, and pulled on her corset and set it aside.

But…….

Her chest felt full and firm from the cooled milk overnight.

She didn’t have time to bathe in the early morning, so there was a faint scent of milk. It wasn’t unpleasant, somewhat similar to a b*by’s scent, but it bothered her since smell is a subjective matter. She ignored it and called out to Dian.

“Here.”

“Okay.”

To Dian, whose eyes were closed, her hand was his eyes. He groped for her chair with both hands and grasped the edges. She lifted both legs and bent them under the dress, tucking them beneath.

“Pull me closer.”

“Okay.”

Dian pulled her chair close to the bed. Initially, she stood while he sat and nursed, but they changed positions recently. He seemed uncomfortable with her standing, so she just sat down. With her in the chair and him on the bed, Dian leaned over.

“Here.”

She guided his hands to cup her br*asts. Starting from her right n*pple, Dian lightly suckled. Moist tongue, soft lips. He applied gentle pressure, drawing a bit at a time. Near his lips, she ran her fingertips over the flesh outside her ar*ola and squeezed the milk. Dian comfortably received the l*quid that flowed out under pressure. After a few squeezes, the flow eased, and she withdrew her hand. Dian increased his sucking in time with his breathing.

“It’s refreshing…”

Ah!

Without realizing it, she exclaimed before covering her mouth with her hand. 

This mouth, this mouth!

Rienn felt Dian smile faintly. His lips parted slightly, and his breath touched her n*pple.

“Refreshing?”

“Uh, uh.”

He continued what he was doing with his lips. 

Was it because of the mood? 

He seemed to suckle more vigorously, as if relieved. It felt truly, truly refreshing as the milk flowed out.

“…….”

On the fifth day of this ritual, there have already been many changes.

It seems they were doing the right thing; Dian’s health deterioration has stopped, and his body has improved considerably. The cough that troubled him has decreased, and his vomiting has become lesser. He still doesn’t have much energy and spends most of the day in bed, but he’s been able to walk around with support.

She noticed a change in her too. Perhaps due to the frequent sucking, her n*pples have become sensitive, and, most importantly, the milk supply has increased. More milk ducts seem to have opened up with each nursing, and her entire chest feels stimulated. She didn’t understand the mechanism, but she felt like she was producing more milk.

So, she’s come to quietly anticipate the nursing sessions in the morning and evening. Throughout the day and night, her br*asts feel heavy and swollen with milk, but after the ritual, they become light and soft. It’s so refreshing when he suckles…

“Ah.”

Milk dripped from her left n*pple too. Milky droplets dangled down the n*pple, grew larger, and dripped out. She pressed the towel she had prepared on the other hand to her left br*ast. A handkerchief wasn’t going to cut it anymore, so she used a bathroom towel.

There was a popping sound from both sides and then the ejection happened. Dian opened his lips wider and took in the stream of milk. She pressed the towel firmly with her left hand. The flow was strong due to the abundant milk, and it continued for a while. It’s Dian, so he just receives it as it comes out, but a b*by wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“…….”

Damn it, when will it stop?!

She couldn’t get used to the ejections, and it was frustrating every time. Once it started, there was no stopping until it stopped on its own.

Looking somewhat tense, she gazed straight ahead for a moment before lowering her chin. Dian had his eyes closed slightly and his face tilted as he drank. Milk flowed out from various ducts around the n*pple in different directions. It felt like it was splattering everywhere—front, up, sideways, diagonally… like a squirt gun. Dian gulped down the rapidly gathering milk.

The right side was relatively neat with Dian lapping it all up, but the left side was a mess. Even as she changed the towel momentarily, milk splashed around randomly. She didn’t want to press the n*pple too tightly, so she held it loosely, and the milk flowed down her br*ast. The scent of milk filled the air.

“It looks like the sun is about to rise.”

She muttered, looking out the window. Dian nodded slightly. He couldn’t say anything as he was busy drinking the milk.

Finally, the ejection stopped, and Dian sucked directly. The n*pple was pulled out and then returned to its original state. The sensation of his soft tongue and the saliva different from milk felt vivid. Somehow, she found herself gripping the towel with her left hand and the edge of the dress with her right.

The light slowly crept into the dark bedroom. She felt the passage of time in the stillness of the air.

Dian slightly detached his lips and straightened up his upper body. His eyelids lifted for a moment and he looked at her. In between nibbling on her br*ast, he’d check her expression like this.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, drink up quickly.”

“Okay.”

He glanced at her with a calm face before closing his eyes and leaning forward again. His lips touched the spot where she had removed the towel. Her right n*pple, now exposed to the air, stood er*ect. It was tinged with red from the stimulation, and saliva glistened lightly on the surface. As milk was about to come out, she held the towel with her right hand.

“…….”

No sooner had Dian sucked on her left n*pple than there was another ejection.

Damn it…

Let’s not be shy, let’s not be shy!

She left the n*pple turned into a fountain to him and distracted herself by eye-wandering around the room. Things that had been hidden in the darkness were revealed.

After the ejection stopped, Dian nursed directly again, and then another ejection occurred. After about 20 minutes on each side and 40 minutes in total, they were done.

“Thank you, Rienn. Give me the towel.”

“Uh-huh.”

She hesitated for a moment before handing him the towel.

This was a long-standing habit. Whenever she held something like trash, some sort of load, or an outer garment, he would take it. But this was a towel soaked with her milk… Dian took it from her as usual, holding it himself and turning away.

With both hands now free, it was easy to get dressed. Although the cloth touched the sensitive n*pple slightly, her chest felt much more comfortable. After putting on her clothes, when she cleared her throat, he would turn around.

“Uh… you know I’m going to Armie and Leroy’s wedding later, right?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s at noon, so I’ll be back well before sunset.”

While it was necessary to be at the mansion when the sun rose and set, there was relatively more freedom in between.

“Yeah, it’s a shame we can’t go together. Have fun and come back safely.”

“Yeah.”

It’s a bit awkward right after the ritual. With a quick goodbye, she ran out of his bedroom.