Chapter 2.1

“A telegraph arrived from the capital. The Marquis mentioned he would stay there a bit longer. It seemed the plans were progressing well. He intended to sell off a small estate in the south to raise funds, so the related documents had been prepared and could be sent immediately upon request.”

“……”  

“He also instructed me to ensure that you, Young Lady, don’t cause any trouble before the wedding, so I reassured him. Lily has returned from her vacation. Since she couldn’t stay by the your side, I sent her to the laundry room. When I pointed out her mistake in brushing your hair last time, she admitted her fault immediately.”  

“……”  

“As for that street vendor, it wasn’t hard to find him since there were several other victims. However, the solution is still pending. It turns out he simply acquired defective goods and sold them for profit. He had no knowledge about the ingredients or manufacturing process of magical potions. He seemed completely unaware of the treatment formula as well.”  

“……”  

“I handed him over to the Imperial Department on charges of illegal sales. He’ll pay the price for his crimes. Fortunately, I managed to obtain a potion identical to the one you consumed. I’ll discreetly investigate mages who’ve been expelled for breaking the rules. If we show them the potion, they might be able to create a treatment.”  

The detailed report, delivered in a precise manner, didn’t register in her ears at all. When Robert entered the room less than 30 minutes after helping express her milk, she had hoped it was for the same reason. But it turned out to be for something else.  

It had been two weeks since Violet had confided in Robert about her side effects and started receiving regular massages.  

Like a puppy drooling while waiting for mealtime, Violet now lived for the moments when Robert would help express her milk. Invitations to lavish banquets piled up, and precious gifts arrived, but none of it excited her anymore. Her father’s business updates, the maid’s reassignment, even the treatment potion—none of it mattered.  

There was only one thing that stirred her heart.  

Robert’s gentle yet firm hands. His lips, teasing and tormenting. His tongue, melting into her skin. The sticky mix of saliva. The damp breaths.  

If only he could suckle until her br*asts were completely dry. No, even if there was no milk, if only he would touch her. Until her n*pples were swollen and sore from being overused all day long.  

That was all she could think about.  

“Young Lady?”  

“Hmm?”  

“Are you listening?”  

“Oh, yes. You handled it well, then.”  

Of course, he must have done well. It was Robert, after all.  

“You seem distracted.”  

“Do I?”  

Violet replied indifferently. Her voice and expression were both filled with boredom.  

“You must have been at home for too long. You’ve always been quite active.”  

Robert poured tea into her empty cup while observing her mood. However, Violet didn’t even glance at the table, let alone bring the cup to her lips. She simply stared absentmindedly at his lips, which opened and closed as he spoke.  

“Don’t worry too much. As long as we regularly express the milk, you won’t face the same difficulties as before.”  

His lips were redder than most women’s. The outline was moderately defined, with few wrinkles. Even when expressionless, the slight upward curve of his lips gave off a kind and delicate impression, perfectly matching his personality.  

However, those usually soft lips took on a stubborn and unyielding nature when expressing Violet’s milk.  

When they transformed into greedy lips, they treated her br*asts as if they belonged to him, biting and suckling to his heart’s content. If the milk didn’t flow as he desired, he would roughly knead and crush them. No matter how much the Young Lady cried out, he never showed mercy.  

He would drain every last drop, as if determined to dry her out completely. It was as though his lips existed solely for the purpose of suckling.  

“Why don’t you host a party, chat with friends, and enjoy yourself as you used to?”  

That wasn’t the issue.  

He seemed to believe that Violet’s lack of vitality stemmed from something else. After all, the Violet he knew had always loved a lively and extravagant lifestyle.  

Playing card games with modest stakes, inviting opera singers to perform, splurging on luxury items to adorn herself, basking in envious gazes, and finding joy amidst scattered laughter and cheers—that had been her daily life.  

But now, she had distanced herself from social gatherings and confined herself to her room. Even she felt like a different person.  

But what could she do? Her desires had shifted away from such things.  

As Violet pondered how to soothe her heated body, a brilliant idea struck her.  

“Robert.”  

“Yes, Young Lady.”  

“About what we discussed last time.”  

As a sudden spark of life returned to Violet’s eyes, Robert calmly listened.  

“You said other noble ladies read erotic novels, didn’t you?”  

“Yes, I did.”  

“Can you get one for me?”  

Her eyes sparkled so brightly they seemed to glimmer. The anticipation on her rosy cheeks was palpable to anyone who saw her.  

“Being cooped up at home is stifling.”  

“……”  

“And boring.”  

“……”  

“…And I’m curious.”  

As she finally confessed her true feelings, her lips trembled slightly, trying to appear nonchalant. Robert’s lips curved into a faint smile.  

The Young Lady, unsatisfied with simply being nursed, now sought to explore a new world.  

Since that time when he had seated her on his thigh, Violet had been eager to climb onto him every time he expressed her milk. Whenever Robert, unable to resist, offered his thigh between her legs, Violet would grind against it until the fabric heated from the friction.  

She would always end up soaking her underwear as if she had wet herself, but it seemed even that wasn’t enough anymore.  

“Such things aren’t befitting of a lady’s refinement.”  

“I don’t care.”  

Even though he knew how this would end, Robert tried to dissuade her. But her response was as expected. Her voice was firm, her expression filled with curiosity.  

Other noble daughters had long indulged in erotic novels, but Violet, under Robert’s protection, had grown up untouched by such things. Now an adult herself, Violet could no longer be shielded from her desires.  

“Having your butler nurse you isn’t exactly ladylike either.”  

Violet looked up at Robert, her tone sharp as she stated her case. Her sparkling eyes awaited his next words.  

“Do you really need to read one?”  

“Yes, yes!”  

Violet nodded enthusiastically. Knowing that other noblewomen enjoyed them, she was determined to experience it herself. Above all, her overwhelming curiosity consumed her, and she couldn’t rest until she saw it with her own eyes.  

“I absolutely must. So don’t argue and just bring me one.”  

Seeing her determination written all over her face, Robert let out a long sigh and shrugged.  

“It can’t be helped. I’ll find something suitable for you, Young Lady.”  

“Really?”  

Violet’s face lit up with a radiant smile. Her already large eyes seemed even bigger.  

“Yes.”  

“Then, will you go get it now?”

“It seems you’re in quite a hurry.” 

Robert remarked with a faint smile.  

“It’s better to act as soon as the topic comes up.”  

“I do have other tasks, but I’ll prioritize fetching the book first. After all, your orders take precedence over my duties, Young Lady.”  

After practically pushing Robert out the door, Violet sank deeply into her chair and sipped her tea with satisfaction. A hum escaped her lips, and her toes wiggled in rhythm. Her cheeks flushed, and her chest swelled with excitement. She kept glancing at the wall clock, eagerly anticipating the moment.  

Hurry back, Robert.  

* * *  

Wow!  

Unbelievable!  

My goodness!  

What a treasure trove!  

Ever since Robert brought her an erotic novel, Violet couldn’t stop exclaiming in awe.  

She had truly been a frog in a well, oblivious to the world. 

So, everyone had been secretly enjoying such things all this time? 

She was so astonished that she was at a loss for words. 

Such precious books should have been shared! How selfish of them!  

As she mentally attached words like “bad,” “mean,” and “disappointing” to the names of noble ladies that came to mind, Violet became utterly engrossed in the erotic novel.  

The first book she picked up was titled ‘The Duke Regrets It’, a story centered around a contractual marriage. Among the three books Robert had borrowed, this one was the most tattered and well-thumbed, clearly a popular choice.  

The female protagonist, a noblewoman, was forced into marriage with the male lead due to her family’s downfall. The male lead, misled by false information, mistreated his wife, believing her to be unfaithful. Judging by the title, it seemed the male protagonist would deeply regret his actions and beg for forgiveness.  

[…….  

“P-Please, don’t do this. Hic, sob.”  

The young lady pleaded tearfully, but her cries were swallowed by the Duke’s mouth. As if punishing her, he devoured her lips and tongue. When her breathless struggles grew more frantic, the Duke pinned her to the floor and lifted her dress without hesitation.  

When her pale b*ttocks were exposed, he struck them, eliciting a scream from the young lady.  

“Stop pretending to be innocent and spread your legs.”  

…….]

By the time she reached that passage, Violet gulped hard. The saliva that had pooled in her mouth slid down her throat.  

Such raw words!  

Her heart pounded so fiercely she could feel its rhythm. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the page. Instinctively, Violet knew that the scenes to follow would be even more intense. They would contain knowledge about intimacy that far exceeded what she currently understood.