SIDE STORY 1 (Part 7)

“Final, huh? It’s kind of amazing.”

In the late afternoon, in a quiet bedroom. Rienn murmured as she sat in a comfortable chair and looked out the window.

“You’ve really worked hard for a long time.”

Dian said sincerely, kneeling in front of her. Rienn smiled slightly, seeming a bit tense.

“Yeah. Let’s do our best for the last one.”

“Okay.”

He closed his eyes and turned his torso away. He could hear Rienn undressing, and the smell of her milk grew stronger with each layer that fell. Just smelling it made his lower abdomen pull and his c*ck stiffen like a steel bar.

Ironically, Dian had been wearing something like a protective cup since the second healing ritual. It was to conceal any signs of ar*usal. He couldn’t afford to make Rienn more embarrassed than she already was.

“Dian.”

“Yeah?”

Feeling Rienn through closed eyelids, he skillfully raised both hands. One hand held a towel against one br*ast while the other traced up and down, searching for the ar*ola. The skin beneath his fingertips felt smooth and supple. With a sense of excitement that felt like his heart might burst, Dian lightly sucked on the central milk duct.

Ah…….

It was like licking a piece of soft candy. When he pressed his fingertips gently, sweet milk burst out. It warmly moistened his tongue and mouth, and it penetrated without any foreign sensation. Rienn’s milk was warm from her nap earlier.

Hoping she didn’t feel uncomfortable, Dian cautiously applied pressure with his fingertips. Squeezing harder elicited a strong flow of milk while releasing it caused a gentle trickle. The sensation of the cool, plump br*asts responding to his touch was addictive. He wanted to do more, but he stopped playing with his fingers and sucked harder.

Sweet.

The only remedy, as rich and nourishing as life-giving water, was Rienn’s milk—sweet, thick, and luscious. Although he wasn’t particularly fond of sweet foods, Rienn’s milk was delicious and flavorful. Even though he could now have a normal meal, hers was the most delicious, the only thing he wanted to partake of. After drinking a full mouthful of milk, his mouth would be filled with sweetness for the whole day.

Rienn had plenty of milk, and shortly after they started, an ejection began. He parted his lips like drinking from a water fountain. The milk pooled in his mouth, then slid down his throat, reaching deep within, relieving his thirst and easing his body.

The second ritual, done approximately 12 hours after the first, quenched his long-standing thirst and left his body feeling at ease.

Had she eaten strawberries today?

He had never mentioned it to her, but Rienn’s milk seemed to be influenced by the food she ate that day. After eating a lot of fruit, especially pineapple, which she loved as a dessert, her milk would have a tangy sweetness afterward. Today, she had eaten a basket of ripe strawberries from the garden earlier, and her milk was faintly sweet and fragrant.

The fact that her milk tasted subtly different each day according to what she ate, made Dian inexplicably happy, finding her more adorable.

However, it was the last ritual. After this time, he would no longer be able to taste her milk anymore. Maybe if they got along well and got married, and had a baby… it might not be the last time, but it was just his imagination and wishful thinking. Frustrated at the thought of it being the last time, he sucked eagerly as soon as the ejection stopped.

It wasn’t just the milk, but the licking and sucking of Rienn’s br*asts that made him happy. He felt the n*pples stiffen in his mouth, and he took a bite of the small, hard n*pple and the soft, smooth ar*ola and sucked it deeply.

Moving his fingertips gently over her br*ast and pressing the flesh, Dian tried to feel every sensation and etch it into his memory. Every passing moment felt precious, and he was reluctant to let it go.

“…….”

The ejection came again, widening the gap. Dian closed his eyes as he fed from the br*ast when suddenly Rienn’s hand touched his hair. He was slightly surprised. Rienn had never touched him consciously before, and lately, physical contact itself had been rare.

Had she loosened up a bit?

He felt the touch and stilled, pleasantly surprised.

At this moment, unexpectedly, Dian felt a desire stirring within him. He stalled to make it last as long as possible. Feeling the hand in his hair, he squeezed Rienn’s br*ast and suckled. The sun had already set, darkening the surroundings, and he could hear Rienn’s breathing in the still air.

When it seemed apparent to him that he shouldn’t linger any longer on one br*ast, Dian slowly detached his lips. Before switching to the other br*ast, he opened his eyes to gauge Rienn’s expression.

Ah.

Her cheeks, rosy with a hint of embarrassment, caught his attention. Although expressionless, Rienn seemed faintly flustered. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed shallowly. With azure eyes staring intently at him, she blinked.

“Do it quickly. The ritual …… is important.”

Even as the sunset had ended, Rienn remained steadfast. She was determined to adhere strictly to the Oracle placed in her to heal him. She had allowed ample time before and after to encompass the entire duration of sunrise and sunset.

“Yes.”

What was I doing to a woman like her?

Dian felt guilt, yet he had no intention of stopping. Now, to switch to the other br*ast, he grabbed a fresh towel and lightly pressed it against the br*ast he had just finished with. Feeling the lumpiness through the towel, he pressed his right hand and lips against Rienn’s left br*ast. He explored the br*ast with his lips, taking in the fresh milk. His er*ect*on threatened to burst through his pants at the center, but he ignored it.

Thinking that Rienn’s avoidance was due to discomfort or unease with the healing ritual, he initially intended to keep it brief. However, when faced with reality, it turned out to be the opposite.

Especially since today was the last, his heart was burning at the thought of the ritual coming to an end. Dian felt the pressure of time and tried to prolong the end somehow. At the same time, he focused his mind on remembering Rienn’s milk and br*ast for as long as possible.

Suddenly, Rienn’s hips jerked once. Dian thought it might be due to sitting for too long, but the hand that had been stroking his hair moved down.

“……!”

A small, delicate hand touched his back and tugged at his clothes.

What could it mean?

Dian felt somewhat confused. She didn’t know if she wanted him to stop or if she was bored. He tended to read too much meaning into Rienn’s innocuous gestures, and he found himself uncertain.

Then Rienn jerked her hips again, pulling him closer by touching his back. Dian was drawn in, pressed even closer, suckling. Rienn’s breathing became ragged.

“Aaah…….”

Soon, a faint moan escaped, and his heart sank a little.

What the hell?