SIDE STORY 1 (Part 6)

It was a blur.

Though many acts were impossible, simply sucking on her br*asts was something lovers would do. It was part of what he always wanted to do with Rienn. He never forgot the original purpose of healing, but Dian thought it felt like a dream.

As the surroundings brightened, he continued to drink the milk as time allowed. After ample time had passed since sunrise and it couldn’t be considered healing anymore, he released his lips.

“…I think that’s enough.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Rienn stood and dressed, facing the nightstand.

There was a somewhat awkward, brief exchange between them. Seeing Rienn holding a handkerchief in one hand, he reached out his hand.

“Give it to me.”

During the ritual earlier, milk had also come out from the opposite n*pple, and she handed it to him.

“Oh, I don’t have pockets…”

“Yeah.”

Rienn put down the handkerchief with a flustered expression. The white cloth was wet, darkening in color, and soaked with lukewarm milk.

“You’re up early and tired. Maybe you should go back to bed and get some more sleep.”

“Yeah, I’ll sleep a bit more.”

“Rest, Dian.”

Rienn smiled softly and left the bedroom with light footsteps.

“Ha…….”

Left behind, Dian sighed softly and closed his eyes. It felt like waking up from a long dream. As he felt Rienn’s footsteps recede, he opened his eyes and gently clenched the handkerchief in his hand. It felt like if he applied a little more pressure, the milk would drip down. Each drop was precious, and he couldn’t let it go to waste.

His heart, relieved of pain, beat vigorously. As he lifted the blanket covering his lower body, one side of his pants bulged.

Though he knew it, Dian felt a sense of disillusionment. Despite his limbs being weakened by illness, his c*ck stood stiffly without any influence. Impassively, he gripped the bedpost and rose to his feet. Clutching a handkerchief in one hand, he staggered to the bathroom, unsteady on his feet.

“Huh…”

Sitting on the marble bench in the bathroom, Dian pulled his c*ck out which showed no sign of relaxing until he released his c*m. It was in stark contrast to Rienn’s chest, which he had been surrounded by just a while ago.

It emitted a sweet aroma of milk and a pleasant scent of flesh. It was as smooth and white as a new, pale pink br*ast. He grabbed his c*ck with bulging veins and bobbed his hand up and down. Pleasure flashed across his face at the friction, and soon his face contorted. He cupped it with his right hand and wiped his face with the handkerchief in his left.

“…….”

He breathed deeply through his nose and lips sealed. The damp smell of milk filled his nostrils, and his mind became hazy. It was a l*quid from Rienn’s chest, from her body. Dian’s strokes became more rigid, roughly stroking his c*ck.

The sound of hands and flesh colliding echoed in the bathroom. His mouth tasted sweet and thick with milk. The damp handkerchief felt wet against his skin, and of course, he thought of Rienn’s br*asts. The scene was etched in his mind, and he could vividly recall it.

m*sturbating while thinking of Rienn was a daily occurrence for him. He’d been doing it since he was a teenager, his guilty conscience long since numbed, stroking his c*ck hard enough to make his flesh crawl and stimulating his gl*ns with his thumb. He heightened his senses to feel Rienn’s presence within the mansion. She was on the same floor, just beyond several walls.

When would I be able to have s*x with her instead of just m*sturbating? Would such a day ever come?

The timeframe didn’t matter; waiting was inconsequential. 

As long as I could hold Rienn someday…….

After a vigorous act, a large amount of c*m shot out.

***

The healing ritual healed both his body and soul.

Day by day, his body recovered, returning to its former state. The pain, coughing, and weakness that had troubled him ceased, and his body felt light again.

The ritual became a part of his daily routine as it transitioned into a period of stability. Dian thought of it as akin to a newlywed life. He and Rienn lived in the same house and spent all their days together. Morning and night, they did private, secret things in his bedroom. Though he couldn’t fully indulge in joy, knowing her sacrifices and discomfort, he felt secretly content.

However, around ten days later, Rienn subtly changed. Her usual smiling, energetic demeanor became somber, and she sighed heavily. She ate dryly as if she had no appetite.

Crucially, Rienn was avoiding him. Though she tried not to show it, he, being observant, couldn’t ignore it. She seemed reluctant to be around him, preferring to go back to the guest room immediately.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You look so serious. Is something bothering you?”

Rienn shook her head in vain.

“Nothing’s bothering me.”

Even when he hesitated to ask, no sharp answer came back.

As Rienn distanced herself from him, Dian’s mind raced with a million thoughts.

Had Rien been by my side initially because I was gravely ill, and now that I was almost fully recovered, she didn’t feel the need anymore?

Or was she regretting volunteering?

Given the circumstance, Rienn had to make a hasty decision. Perhaps, once they entered the healing ritual and as the duration prolonged, she began to feel the drawbacks and regret. While the healing ritual was beneficial to him, it was a sacrifice for her, enduring all the discomforts. An inconvenience.

The healthy Rienn was suffering the side effects of the potion, fatigue, and drowsiness, and worst of all, her milk was coming in. The last time she attended a wedding, it leaked unexpectedly, causing her embarrassment. She couldn’t comfortably go out, and it disrupted her favorite training sessions.

Nursing was more inconvenient than expected. Since this was Rienn’s first time, she probably hadn’t expected it to be this uncomfortable.

Not only that, but…….

Dian tried to see things from her perspective. How unpleasant and rejecting it would be…… to be touched and even sucked by someone who wasn’t even her lover, even though they had been close for a long time.

Even worse, ever since Rienn had injured her wrist during the duel, he found himself squeezing milk from her br*asts. The plump, resilient br*asts filled him with indescribable emotions, but for Rienn, it was likely the exact opposite.

“Ha…….”

Still, it had been fine just last week. Except for feeling awkward around him before and after the healing ritual, Rienn had been her usual self. She even thought positively that the nursing experience would help her later on when she had a baby.

Of course, thoughts could change, and even so, Dian could fully understand her. All the discomfort and unpleasantness were tolerable at first, but the longer it went on, the harder it became. His condition fluctuated from serious to rapidly improving. Rienn didn’t know if she could endure the things she had to put up with any longer, or if she might even want to stop the healing ritual altogether.

Or perhaps, she simply didn’t like him touching her br*asts.

Looking back, it seemed like Rien had been avoiding him since he started touching them directly when she hurt his wrist. But that’s the only way to get her wrist to heal quickly. Plus, he had always directly nursed using his mouth and lips, so it didn’t seem like adding touching with his hands would suddenly make her avoid him.

Maybe it was just a coincidence that the timing overlapped…

His thoughts tangled endlessly. Rienn avoiding him made him anxious. Not knowing the reason made him frustrated, and there were days during the healing ritual when his heart raced. As each precious ritual passed by, it eventually came to the last one.