Chapter 1.6

After massaging for some time, Robert slipped his hands under her stomach and lifted her upper body. He positioned her into a posture resembling a cat’s stretch, causing her br*asts to hang downward due to gravity.  

Her n*pples, each the size of a baby’s head, nearly brushed against the bed sheets.  

Seeing her chest from this angle, they truly appeared enormous. The heavy flesh swayed lewdly, tempting him. He imagined thrusting between them wildly or burying his face in them, greedily drinking the milk that would gush out like rain.  

He wanted to squeeze her areolae, stimulate her milk ducts, and let the milk flow freely, wetting his mouth, tongue, and throat.  

But Robert restrained his raging impulses. There was no need to rush. His plan was to arouse her body gradually until Violet begged him to relieve her milk.  

There would be plenty of time to touch and savor her.  

To prolong the moment, he began stroking her stomach. Violet’s abdominal muscles tensed under his touch. Her slim belly didn’t have much flesh to grab.  

His large hands moved over her sides, upper abdomen, and navel, lingering just above the area where her pubic hair began.  

Each time his hand brushed against her lower abdomen, Violet let out shallow whimpers. Even she could tell that her moans were different from before.  

His tantalizing touch hovered near her groin but never quite reached it, causing Violet to clutch the sheets tightly with her thighs pressed together. Her entire body grew hotter, yet his movements were unusually slow today.  

Please, just get on with it.  

Robert’s hand circled her navel slowly before moving upward. But once again, his maddening hands avoided her chest entirely, instead caressing her ribs, armpits, and collarbone.  

His movements seemed designed not to relieve her but to torment her.  

Violet was growing desperate. On other days, he would immediately massage and suck her chest, but today he was taking his time.  

“That’s enough massage for now.”  

“There’s still more to release.”  

“I feel fine now. So, just…”  

Her voice trailed off, and she heard Robert chuckle softly from behind her. He knew exactly what she hadn’t been able to say.  

“As you wish.”  

His oil-slicked hands finally moved to her chest. Robert, despite having large hands for a man, found it impossible to grasp her swollen br*asts with just one hand.  

Instead, he used both hands to lift one br*ast, kneading it in a circular motion. The heavy flesh swirled lewdly in his grip.  

“Ahh.”  

Even though the pressure wasn’t strong, milky white drops leaked from her n*pples, falling beneath the blanket. Her n*pples were so swollen that they looked pitiful. Robert cupped her entire br*ast in his hand, gently kneading it while occasionally brushing against her n*pples.  

His movements were unhurried and relaxed. Violet shifted her body so that her n*pples were fully nestled in Robert’s hand, wanting him to touch them more.  

“Mmhh.”  

Yes, this was the feeling. Ah, so good.

The n*pples, flushed with ecstasy, tingled as if a faint current of electricity coursed through them. The br*asts, which had been leaking milk, no longer felt uncomfortable or unpleasant. She enjoyed the touch that caressed her now softened body. The thought of her br*asts being kneaded while she was in a posture akin to an animal only heightened her excitement.  

“Do your n*pples feel good?”  

The voice, laced with a smile, clung stickily to her ears. Perhaps because she couldn’t see his face, his voice sounded particularly languid.  

Violet nodded in honest acknowledgment, lowering her head. Her fine hair spilled down, fully exposing her flushed nape. Robert gazed affectionately at the rounded vertebrae of her neck that stood out prominently.  

“Ahhh, it feels so good, ahh.”  

“You’re quite honest.”  

“More, ahh, more, touch me more, Robert, ahh.”  

“You’re truly indecent.”  

Though his tone sounded as if he were scolding her, his voice was sweet. Her n*pples, drowning in the depths of pleasure, became even more er*ect. They seemed to plead for more touches, for more pinches, for him to pull them hard enough to hurt.  

Robert diligently fulfilled her unspoken requests, pressing his lower body against Violet’s hips.  

“Ahh.”  

At the unfamiliar sensation, Violet let out a shallow cry. Something large and foreign precisely pierced between the cleft of her b*ttocks. It felt like a long club, or perhaps a thick, solid branch.  

What is this?

Before she could think deeply, Robert’s hand squeezed her n*pple. At that, Violet twisted her body and couldn’t help but let out a series of moans.  

“Ahhh, ahhhng.”  

As her upper body collapsed, Robert helped her regain her posture. Once again, the large, sturdy object, like a thick rod, brushed between the cleft of her b*ttocks. Suddenly, Violet’s groin became unbearably hot, and she instinctively lifted her hips. The piece of fabric separating their contact points frustrated her.  

“Ahh, it’s… it’s so hot, Robert.”  

“Where exactly?”  

“Ahhh, between… ahh, between my legs, ahhhng.”  

Robert chuckled softly, spreading Violet’s knees apart with his thigh and sliding one of his legs between them. When the firm muscle pressed against her heated mound, Violet, without realizing it, clenched her inner muscles tightly and rubbed against him.  

The unknown thirst within her became clear. A desperate desire to rub against something below. It was the same sensation she felt every time Robert sucked on her br*asts over the past few days.  

Following her instincts, she ground her hips. The sensitive, intimate area inside was being crushed and rubbed. From the deep crevice, fluids dripped, soaking through her clothes.  

“You’re clamping down on my thigh and won’t let go.”  

“Ahhh, ahhhng.”  

“Is your p*ssy itching?”  

“I… ahh, I don’t… ahhhng, know.”  

“What should I do? I can’t possibly scratch it for you.”  

Violet, who had been shamelessly moving her lower body, was straightened and turned around by Robert’s hands.  

“Ahhh, why… why…?”  

Her voice, like a child whining after having candy taken away, followed. The heat and itchiness below were driving her crazy.  

It felt so good—why stop?  

As the pleasure she had been enjoying was interrupted, Violet fixed her gaze on Robert. Their faces were so close that his handsome features filled her vision.  

Unlike her, whose hair, clothes, and body were in complete disarray, Robert remained composed. His bangs neatly covered his forehead, his shirt buttons were fastened up to his neck, and his breathing was steady. However, there was one thing he couldn’t hide—the fiery passion swirling in his hazel eyes.  

“Move.”  

Robert, now seating Violet on one of his thighs, spoke.  

“…How?”  

“However your p*ssy desires.”  

Then, without hesitation, Robert bit down on the br*ast in his view. Her n*pple was crushed under his tongue, forcing milk to spurt out. The taste of milk filled his mouth. The movement of his throat as he eagerly swallowed the milk was pronounced. As he set his teeth and bit down firmly, Violet threw her head back and trembled violently.  

“Ahhhng, Ro… Robert, ahhhng.”  

Violet’s br*asts bounced up and down as she rubbed her p*ssy against Robert’s thigh. Compared to when she was on all fours and moving her hips in the air, her movements were much freer. Though the friction made her sensitive flesh sting, the overwhelming pleasure consumed her body.  

The solid muscles of his thigh made their presence known, and her body temperature soared. She felt as though she might die from the fever burning through her. Yet, she couldn’t stop grinding her hips and continued to rub against him relentlessly.  

“If you wish, you may release yourself.”  

“Ahhhng, release… what?”  

“Your p*ssy juices.”  

“Ahhh, I… I don’t… ahhhng, know.”  

“Or, you could even pee on me if you’d like.”  

“Ahhh, more… ahhh, it’s so… hot, ahhhng.”  

Even as she denied his words, Violet didn’t stop the motion of her hips. Robert extended his tongue and sucked on the ar*ola, further fueling her arousal. Her reddened n*pples, swollen and tender, still looked enticing.  

After drinking his fill of milk, Robert supported Violet’s waist with one arm while teasing her n*pple with the other. His index finger worked quickly and diligently, tormenting her as Violet shook her br*asts and hips in a display of ecstasy.  

“Ahhh, ahhhng, Ro… Robert, ahhhhhhng!”  

Her br*asts, now messy with saliva and milk, appeared indecent. Robert applied pressure to her br*ast with his hand, causing the milk ducts to spasm as they squeezed out every last drop. Streams of white milk flowed freely. Robert pressed his face into the peak of her br*ast at its climax.  

His cheeks were disgracefully soaked. It was pure bliss.