Chapter 1.2

“How?”  

Her tear-streaked eyes opened wide with curiosity.  

“Don’t worry. I’ll look into that stall owner later.”  

Robert lightly tapped Violet’s head to reassure her.  

“For now, I’ll ease the discomfort in your chest. That’s more urgent.”  

His gaze lingered briefly near Violet’s chest before returning to her face.  

Beads of sweat, formed from her earlier distress, clung to her forehead, slightly dampening her bangs. The added moisture on her flushed cheeks stirred a peculiar imagination in the man. Meanwhile, Violet wore an innocent expression, completely unaware of what was about to happen.  

“Will I… Will I be okay?”  

“I’ll need to confirm exactly what kind of potion you drank, but based on your symptoms, it seems similar to the condition of a nursing mother after childbirth. A nursing mother needs to breastfeed to release milk, but since it’s accumulated, your chest must be in pain.”  

“……”  

“So, we need to extract the milk quickly. Otherwise, the pain will worsen.”  

As Robert perched on the edge of the bed and carefully pulled back the blanket, Violet quietly watched his actions.  

It seemed she had temporarily layered several pieces of cloth over her chest, as the area around her nightgown’s chest bulged noticeably. Since it wasn’t an absorbent nursing pad designed for such purposes, the milk had leaked out, filling the air with a sweet scent.  

The moment Robert caught the scent, he felt a tightness in his groin, and his body tensed. The blood in his entire body seemed to rush downward in an instant. However, as this wasn’t the first time he had secretly lusted after her, he skillfully maintained his composure by managing his facial expressions with a practiced smile.  

“I’m going to remove your clothes now.”  

“That… That’s too embarrassing…”  

Violet widened her eyes and stammered, her cheeks and neck flushed red.  

“There’s no other way to resolve this situation. Think of it as a treatment.”  

Though he spoke with a calm expression, Robert’s throat felt parched. While part of him genuinely wanted to ease Violet’s discomfort by relieving her swollen chest, another part of him harbored a long-standing desire to see her bare br*asts.  

Robert carefully slipped his hand behind Violet’s back to untie the knot of her nightgown, slowly pulling it downward toward her navel. Beneath her delicate collarbone, her chest, still covered by fabric, came into view.  

“I’m going to undo it now, Miss.”  

His voice grew lower. Violet turned her head to the side and tightly shut her eyes. His hands moved cautiously as he removed the fabric covering her chest.  

At last, her swollen, milk-filled chest was revealed. The overwhelming scent of milk, far stronger than before, filled the air, making Robert feel momentarily dizzy.  

The sight before him was indescribably beautiful. Her entire bosom was damp from the milk that had leaked out, leaving the area glistening white. Particularly around the areolas, a glossy sheen made them look irresistibly enticing.  

Whenever Violet’s shoulders flinched, her pudding-like br*asts jiggled lightly, as if beckoning him to consume them.  

This was the body he had imagined countless times while stroking himself, and now it was right before his eyes.  

Suppressing his arousal with great effort, Robert carefully examined Violet’s chest. Judging by the taut shape and the hardened n*pples, it seemed she hadn’t properly expressed the milk and had only wiped away what had leaked out.  

“I’m going to place my hands on you now, Miss.”  

Robert placed both hands gently on her chest, pressing softly from the outside inward. A white liquid beaded at the tips of her er*ect n*pples. Violet, sensitive to pain, burst into tears.

“Sniff.”

“Shh, just bear with it for a little longer.”

A gulp echoed from Robert’s throat as he swallowed his saliva. The mere scent was enough to drive him mad; he couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would taste like on his tongue.

He continued to massage her chest with a circular motion, applying slight pressure as he kneaded. The soft, pale flesh squished and shifted under his hands like dough, pliant and yielding.

Handling her as if she were a precious treasure, Robert’s hands moved with delicate precision. Violet’s skin was naturally fair, but her chest was especially white. At the center, her n*pples stood proud, a deep pink hue, resembling ripe fruit basking in the sunlight, ready to be plucked.

At the very edge, honey-like milk dripped and flowed down the curve of her chest, tracing its way along her ribs. Robert scooped up the falling liquid and used it as a lubricant. The large mound of flesh slid smoothly within his palm. Each time, the er*ect n*pple swayed back and forth, drawing his gaze irresistibly.

‘Such beautiful and lewd n*pples.’ 

He thought. If only he could touch, bite, and taste those n*pples.

Ah, even just looking at them made him feel like he might release.

His manhood strained as if it would burst through his trousers at any moment, and his tightened t*sticles ached painfully, but Robert maintained a calm smile.

“Young lady, your n*pples are so adorable, aren’t they?”

“Ugh, uh, don’t say such things…”

“They look like they’d melt in the mouth.”

Violet furrowed her brows and bit her lips tightly, too embarrassed to open her eyes.

Thanks to this, Robert was free to explore her chest to his heart’s content. Every area he touched grew warmer. When he pressed firmly against the hardened center, the n*pple sank into the flesh and then sprang back up, spurting out white liquid.

“Tickling the n*pples seems to make the milk flow more easily.”

“Ahh, ugh, p-please, be gentle… sniff.”

Robert pinched her right n*pple between his thumb and forefinger, gently pulling upward. This seemed to stimulate the milk ducts, as more liquid oozed out. It was an obscene sight, as though her n*pples were actively releasing milk.

Delighted by the flowing liquid, Robert kneaded the other side in the same way. Her overly sensitive chest responded to his every movement. When he pulled, it stretched; when he pinched, it tightened; when he pressed, it yielded. In short, it was satisfying to squeeze.

“To extract all the milk, I’ll need to massage for quite a while.”

“Ahh, I can’t take it anymore, it hurts! Sniff.”

Violet bit her lips tightly. Large tears rolled down her temples. Having been sensitive to physical pain since childhood, the manual pressure of the massage seemed particularly unbearable for her. Even her slender hands, clutching the bedding, turned pale, amplifying the pitiful sight.

“In that case, I’ll extract it with my mouth.”

“What?”

Violet’s eyes widened in shock.

“It can’t be helped, can it? I’ll do it as if feeding a baby on its mother’s milk. That way, it should hurt less.”  

“But, still…”  

Robert bent down without waiting for Violet’s permission and enclosed her n*pple in his mouth. His patience had already reached its limit, unable to resist the desire to taste her milk. The moment the taut fruit touched his tongue, a shiver ran down his spine, and a suppressed groan escaped from his throat.  

To think that Violet’s n*pple, something he had only imagined tasting, was now in his mouth. The cherished only daughter of the noble Laurent Marquis family, the young lady he adored beyond words—Violet’s n*pple.  

And it was leaking milk so obscenely.  

Robert hurriedly licked up the milk that spilled out. The rich flavor filled his mouth, almost numbing his sense of taste. 

Was this what it would feel like to crush a honeycomb and pour it into the mouth? No, even honey couldn’t be sweeter than this. 

The taste of Violet’s milk, something he was experiencing for the first time, was indescribable.  

“…Haah. It’s delicious, My Lady.”  

“Ahh, mmph, ugh.”  

“It’s so delicious that I can’t stop.”  

After glancing at Violet’s expression, Robert resumed sucking. This time, with more force. As his cheeks hollowed deeply, Violet felt the strong suction and twisted her waist. She could feel her slender abdomen contracting tightly.  

“Hngh, ahh, mmph.”  

Robert pressed Violet’s br*asts together, taking both n*pples into his mouth at the same time. When he applied pressure with his palms, two streams of milk gushed into his mouth.  

He greedily licked and drank, determined not to let a single drop go to waste. His throat moved rapidly as he swallowed. The ar*ola, now wet with milk and saliva, glistened with an increasingly lascivious hue. Robert seemed utterly absorbed in the act, like someone addicted to a drug.  

The louder the sound of his tongue rubbing against her milk, the louder Violet’s moans grew.  

“Ahh, Ro-Robert… I feel strange.”  

In truth, Violet had been tormented by an inexplicable pleasure for a while now.

When the massage first began, the pain brought tears to her eyes. However, as Robert started sucking her br*asts, a dull sensation spread through her lower abdomen, and an unfamiliar yearning arose from deep within. Her entire body grew hot, as though she were suffering from a fever, and her nerve endings became acutely sensitive. Her n*pples tingled incessantly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.  

The massage was focused on her chest, yet her entire body felt strange. The muscles in her thighs and b*ttocks involuntarily contracted and relaxed repeatedly, and she found herself rubbing her knees together without realizing it.  

There was a clear change in her body—something even stranger than leaking br*ast milk.