Chapter 1.1

Violet opened her eyes and, once again, stared blankly at her chest. She wished it were just a dream, but nothing had changed.  

It was all because of that potion.  

Violet, who possessed noble status, exquisite beauty, and a bright and cheerful personality, had only one regret: her small chest. It wasn’t much of a flaw, but unfortunately, her arranged marriage partner, Duke Antoine, preferred women with large chests.  

Violet’s only wish was for her chest to become just a little bigger. Just a little.  

So, when she discovered a magical potion that promised to enlarge her chest, she didn’t hesitate to pay a hefty sum and gulped it down in one go. As a result, Violet ended up with a chest far larger than she had expected.  

And then—  

…Milk started flowing.  

Yes, it was a side effect.  

Her once small, pomegranate-like n*pples had noticeably grown, and droplets of milky-white liquid began to spill from them. At first, she was so shocked that she doubted her own eyes. She pinched her cheeks and even poked her thighs, but there was no denying it—milk was coming out of her chest.  

From the chest of a maiden who had never even held a man’s hand properly, let alone been married.  

When the startled Violet tried to wipe the milk away with her hands, her round n*pples twitched and released even more milk. Some days it spurted out; other days it flowed in a steady stream. It was like an unending spring.  

She had been thrilled when her chest grew as round as a full moon, but who would have thought it would be completely filled with milk?  

Violet wanted to cry. The milk flowed out at all times, tormenting her. She stuffed thick layers of cloth inside her clothes to hide the fact that milk was coming out, but once the milk started flowing, it was all in vain.  

It flowed so forcefully that it soaked the front of her dress, leaving visible water stains. And the smell of milk—how strong it was! Even now, the scent of milk wafted up from her nightgown, which was drenched in milk, stinging her nose. It made it hard to be around people.  

What should I do?  

If anyone found out that she was leaking milk without even being married, her reputation as the “White Butterfly of the Social World” would plummet to ruin. Not only that, but she would bring shame to the Marquis Laurent family, becoming the target of gossip.  

The news would surely reach her arranged marriage partner, Duke Antoine, and she would be branded as an immoral woman who had secretly borne a child with another man.  

Who would believe such an absurd story—that she had taken a potion and ended up producing milk?  

Thus, Violet strictly confined herself indoors. She avoided the parties and casual tea times she usually enjoyed, as well as the garden, the parlor, and the dining room. She stayed locked in her room to avoid running into any of the servants and risking her secret being discovered.  

And so, six days passed.  

Knock, knock.  

There was a knock at the door, but Violet pulled her blanket tightly up to her neck and didn’t respond. It was undoubtedly Robert, her personal butler, bringing her breakfast. Every day, he brought her favorite steak and persimmon desserts in abundance. But with her mind in turmoil, Violet had no desire to eat or move.  

“It’s Robert, my lady.”  

The sound of the door opening was followed by a gentle voice. Light footsteps approached the bed. Even then, Violet continued lying with her back turned. There was the sound of a dome dish being placed on the bedside table.  

“This cannot continue. It’s been six days since you’ve left your room.”  

A low sigh accompanied a firm voice. Although Robert wasn’t the type to forcibly pull the blanket away, Violet clutched it tightly, her heart pounding at the thought that he might notice the changes in her body.  

“What is wrong, my lady?”  

“Nothing. Just leave.”  

Her words were curt, but Violet didn’t realize that to Robert, they sounded like nothing more than an adorable pout.  

“Please, tell me what’s troubling you.”  

Robert gently placed a hand on Violet’s shoulder. His cautious gesture carried a sense of worry. Knowing his nature, Robert must have been deeply distressed during the five days Violet had locked herself in her room.  

After all, this was the man who sang lullabies to her all night if she had trouble sleeping and comforted her as if it were a grave matter whenever she choked on juice.  

Though Violet was aware of all this, she couldn’t bring herself to confess the truth. No matter how trustworthy Robert was, she simply couldn’t say it.  

“Please, Robert.”  

As Violet moved her arm to push away the hand on her shoulder, she accidentally hit her chest. At that moment, an indescribable pain shot through her, causing her small shoulders to curl up.  

“Ahh!”  

Violet clutched her large chest and screamed. Tears welled up in her eyes from the unexpected pain, dampening her long, thick eyelashes.  

“My lady!”  

Robert’s voice rose in alarm.  

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”  

“Nothing, it’s nothing… ugh…”  

The potion’s side effects didn’t stop at milk production.  

At first, her chest swelled, filled with milk, and leaked constantly. By the third day, her once soft chest began to feel sore. A day later, it hardened, and by this morning, it had started to ache.  

It didn’t feel like a simple side effect anymore; it felt as if she had contracted some terrible illness.  

The uncertainty left her feeling frustrated and scared. She even began to imagine absurd scenarios, like her chest turning to stone.  

Why was my chest causing so much trouble? Was it so wrong to want a slightly larger chest? Why did it torment me in every possible way?  

It felt like she was receiving a massive punishment for a crime she hadn’t committed.  

“Are you really not going to tell me?”  

Unable to speak, Violet shook her head. She wanted to come up with a plausible excuse to end the situation, but no convincing lies came to mind. Even as she racked her brain, she let out groans of discomfort from her aching chest.  

“I will call the physician.”  

Having run out of patience, Robert made a decision. His tone and voice left no room for negotiation. While Robert usually indulged Violet’s every whim, he was firm when it came to matters like her not eating properly or refusing to see a doctor despite being unwell.  

Her secret was on the verge of being discovered.  

“No!”  

Violet raised her voice in protest. Though her voice was quick, her movements were slow. When she finally turned around, she saw Robert, dressed in his neat butler’s uniform, with his clean-cut shoulders in view. His expression was as calm and composed as ever.  

“Then, please tell me.”  

Robert knelt slightly to lower himself to her eye level, speaking in a softer tone than before. His kind gaze was filled with concern.  

“…Robert.”  

Her voice trembled, and the end of her sentence dragged out. Her expression resembled that of a child seeking comfort, and a faint smile curved Robert’s lips.  

“Yes, my lady?”  

“It’s not the kind of pain you’re thinking about.”  

“If it’s not pain, then what is it?”  

His long, almond-shaped eyes curved deeply.  

“…Well.”  

Should I tell him?  

“Well, you see…”  

Or not?  

Her mind wavered.  

“What could be troubling you so much that you’re hesitating like this, my lady?”  

His voice was unhurried and gentle. The soft curve of his eyes and his faint smile were so kind that he seemed like someone who would forgive and comfort her even if she had committed a crime.  

“You’re keeping secrets from me. I’m very curious.”  

A glimmer of curiosity flickered in Robert’s hazel eyes. His thick lashes cast shadows as they moved.  

Gazing into those eyes, Violet finally began to speak in a voice that was barely audible. She explained everything that had happened in detail.  

Her hands and feet curled in embarrassment, and tears welled up. Robert listened attentively to her story with a warm expression.  

When she finished, he smiled gently.  

“So that’s what happened.”  

Hearing the soft laughter that flowed out quietly, Violet felt as if what had happened to her wasn’t such a big deal after all.  

“Where did you purchase it?”  

“At a stall on Avenue No. 5.”  

“You’ve been deceived.”  

Magical potions with special functions, crafted by mages, were strictly regulated under imperial law. Even high-ranking nobles could not easily obtain such potions, so the very idea of them being secretly sold at a street stall should have raised suspicion.  

For Violet, 40 crowns wasn’t a significant amount of money. She drank it with the mindset of taking a gamble, holding onto a small hope. Little did she know she would end up suffering from such side effects.  

“What should I do now?”  

Violet’s voice trembled slightly at the end of her sentence. After agonizing over it alone, finally speaking up made her feel like she wanted to act a bit spoiled. The fact that her companion was Robert made her feel even more inclined to do so.  

“Don’t cry.”  

Due to her sensitive skin, even a brief moment of crying left the corners of Violet’s eyes reddened. A large hand wiped away the moisture from her pale cheek. The small movements of his thumb made Violet’s cheek feel ticklish.  

“I will take care of it for you.”