Chapter 1.3

“Ahh, wh-what is happening… hngh, to me?”  

“Nothing at all.”  

“Th-then why… ugh, my-my body… hngh.”  

It became difficult to hold onto her senses, and even speaking coherently was a challenge. Her brain felt as though it was soaked in something hot, making rational thought nearly impossible. All she could register was how strange she felt, and soft, moaning sobs escaped her throat as her hips twisted involuntarily.  

“That’s because you’re letting me suck your br*asts.”  

“Wha…?”  

“It’s an erogenous zone, isn’t it?”  

“Hngh, wh-what does that mean?”  

“You’re so innocent, My Lady.”  

Robert chuckled softly, gazing at Violet’s flushed face.  

“And yet, you were planning to drink a potion to make your br*asts bigger without even knowing that?”  

“Hngh… I-I didn’t kn-know… ahhh.”  

“How many more men are you planning to captivate?”  

Her disheveled expression and the heaving of her chest contrasted with her helpless demeanor, making her appear incredibly provocative. As Robert gently stroked her n*pple with his index finger, he continued speaking.  

“I’ve heard that the young ladies of other noble families awaken to their desires by reading erotic novels.”  

“Hngh… th-those things… hngh, you told me not to read them!”  

“Yes, I did. Because you should only see good things, Miss.”  

The Verona Empire was relatively open about matters of intimacy, and most noble daughters enjoyed reading erotic novels. However, Violet had trusted and followed Robert’s guidance since she was young, and she hadn’t even been curious about such books because he had told her not to read them.  

The reason Robert hadn’t recommended erotic novels was simple: the young lady he served was far too pure, while the acts described in those novels were excessively vulgar. The erotic novels circulating in the capital often featured multiple participants or scenes involving various tools.  

Robert didn’t want Violet to awaken to such a world. After all, human nature tends to make one want to try out intriguing ideas after encountering them. He wanted the young lady he served to remain as untouched and precious as a flower in a greenhouse.  

Unaware of Robert’s true intentions, Violet found herself drowning in the unfamiliar sensations of s*xual pleasure. She wished he would suck harder, twist her n*pples, or do something more. Even though his suction wasn’t weak, she longed for him to suck with more force.  

“Hngh… Robert… hngh, Robert…”  

Her chest, now hot and sticky, burned with desire, and she couldn’t remain still. Following her primal instincts, Violet began moving her chest on her own, pushing it further into his hot mouth.  

Her spine arched like a flexible bow, and her n*pples quivered. That indecent movement caused Robert to lose the last shred of rationality he had been holding onto.  

“You’re so indecently alluring.”  

“Ahh… hngh… mmph.”  

“Even if you say it hurts now, I won’t stop.”  

With those final words, Robert sucked on Violet’s chest as though to devour it, leaving red marks behind. Her ripened n*pples continued to release milk into his mouth. The once-thick milk gradually thinned as the stimulation continued.  

Violet felt the dampness spreading between her legs and instinctively squeezed her thighs together. But it wasn’t enough. She was overwhelmed by the urge to rub something between her legs, yet all she could do was twist her body helplessly.  

All she could do was call out Robert’s name endlessly, pleading with him.  

“Hngh… ahhh, Ro-Robert… hngh…”

“You’re just like a cat in heat.”  

Robert, who had long since noticed Violet’s condition, chuckled softly as he gently stroked below her navel with the palm of his hand. Her wide hips shot up toward the ceiling and trembled uncontrollably.  

It was obvious what her body desired, but he dared not touch her intimate area. Instead, he continued to suck on her chest without pause. Her glistening n*pples stiffened completely, blatantly expressing her arousal.  

Violet’s panting grew louder, and her movement of rubbing her thighs together became more frantic. Robert rolled his tongue around her ar*ola, focusing on her n*pples, and increased the pace of his suction. Pressing his lips firmly against her n*pple, he applied pressure and shook his head side to side a few times before releasing it with a popping sound.  

“Aaaahhh!”  

At that moment, something hot spilled out from between Violet’s legs. She let out a piercing cry and collapsed helplessly. Her white neck, exposed as her chin tilted upward, revealed faint veins, and her arched back convulsed in tiny spasms. The firm grip she had on Robert’s arm left deep marks.  

Even though no more milk flowed from her chest, Robert carefully continued his caresses to let her savor the afterglow of her climax.  

Eventually, her slender body went limp. Lifting his head, Robert gazed with satisfaction at her heaving chest, slick with his saliva, and her trembling lips. She had such a sensual and sensitive body.  

“To think you could climax just from having your br*asts sucked.”  

His smooth lips curved into a deep smile. Though his lower body clamored to release its pent-up desire, simply admiring the sight of the exhausted Violet was enough for him.  

“Miss, you are both indecent and adorable.”  

* * *

Completely drained, Violet quickly fell asleep. When she regained consciousness, she found herself dressed in fresh clothes. Her chest had been a mess of saliva and milk, and sticky fluid had spilled from between her legs, but Robert had cleaned her up thoroughly, leaving her body feeling fresh and dry.  

“Did I fall asleep?”  

“Yes, you slept for about thirty minutes.”  

Now that the discomfort in her chest had been relieved, her br*asts and shoulders felt much lighter. As a result, her appetite, which she had forgotten, returned, and she felt a pang of hunger.  

“It’s time for your meal now.”  

Having precisely gauged her needs, Robert moved swiftly, setting up a table with food in no time.  

Violet sat up carefully and followed his hands with her eyes as he opened the domed dishes one by one. Soon, a spread of appetizing dishes—potato soup, cheese salad, salmon steak, raspberry pie, and lemon soda—was laid out before her.  

Her stomach, which had gone unfed for days, growled in demand, and she began eating quickly, chewing and swallowing at a rapid pace. She had never eaten so hastily in her life. No matter how luxurious and delicious the food presented to her had been in the past, she had always been a picky eater, taking only small bites. But today, even large chunks of steak slid down her throat effortlessly.  

“Please eat slowly, My Lady. You’ll get indigestion.”  

Though his words expressed concern, Robert’s voice and gaze were dripping with affection, as if he found her enthusiastic eating utterly endearing. Occasionally, he would clean up crumbs she dropped or wipe the sauce from the corners of her mouth. Every movement was so precise and seamless that it didn’t disrupt her meal in the slightest.  

“You need to eat your vegetables too.”  

Even amidst this, Robert noticed her skillfully avoiding the vegetables and, as always, began to nag.  

“I did eat them.”  

“And what is this pile over here?”  

The colorful heap at the edge of her plate was unmistakably a collection of various vegetables. Violet, pretending not to notice, averted her gaze.  

“Perhaps I’m the only one who can see it.”  

Robert let out a soft hum and continued, 

“I suppose I have no choice. I’ll have to inform the Marquis to include Logan’s special vegetable juice in your breakfast again.”  

“……!”  

The lively expression on Violet’s face froze instantly. Her delicate white hand clattered as she set down her cutlery with a loud clang.  

“Are you trying to kill me?”  

The “special vegetable juice” Robert mentioned was a health drink created by Logan, the head chef, who prided himself on the concoction. It was made by grinding and blending countless vegetables—many of which she had never even heard of—and was something he was particularly proud of.  

Violet had only tried the drink once. Far from feeling healthier, she had felt as though her tongue was being poisoned. It tasted like stagnant water from a decayed pond—or at least, what she imagined that would taste like, not that she’d ever tried it.  

In any case, it was the worst. She never wanted to experience it again.  

“Nooo, I hate it!”  

She shook her head vehemently. This was unfair—bringing her father into this.  

In truth, Violet had been born frail and had suffered from frequent illnesses throughout her childhood. The Marquis Laurent, wanting his only daughter to grow up healthy, had tried to give her anything that might be good for her, and Logan’s special juice was one of those attempts.  

The problem with the special drink was that its taste was far too “unique.” One experience had been more than enough for Violet. She had clung to Robert, crying and begging not to drink it again, and Robert, succumbing to her pleas, had persuaded the Marquis to remove the special drink from the table.  

Logan, whose concoction had failed to gain recognition for its benefits, had since been scheming to reintroduce his creation to Violet’s meals. In such a situation, if Robert, who had the Marquis Laurent’s trust, were to say a few words to persuade him, Violet might very well have to drink that wretched beverage again.  

No matter how headstrong she was, it was difficult for her to go against her father’s words.  

“Then hurry and eat your vegetables.”  

“They taste awful.”  

“You still need to eat them.”  

Even though Violet was now an adult, Robert still treated her like a picky child, persistently pressing her until she gave in and did as he wished.  

Fine, it was easier to just give up.  

With a deeply furrowed brow, Violet stabbed a piece of the detested carrot and chewed it begrudgingly before swallowing.