“…Ah, mmm.”

A moan escaped reflexively when Kian’s mouth engulfed both her n*pple and ar*ola.

Vivianne lowered her head and quietly watched Kian as he devoured her br*ast. He gripped the full flesh to make it easier to suck, taking the luscious mound into his mouth like biting into ripe fruit.

His sharp nose repeatedly pressed and buried itself in her soft br*ast. Each time he made sucking sounds and drew her in, the sensation of her n*pple being pulled taut made her impatient. Simultaneously, the space between her legs felt itchy and hot, making her squirm.

Kian sucked tenaciously like an infant while kneading and teasing the other br*ast as though playing with a toy.

He looked almost childishly innocent in his actions. The disconnect between this and the man who had mounted her so predatorily gave Vivianne a strange sense of reassurance and mental excitement.

She had thought he was just teasing her, but his claim that she liked having her n*pples sucked seemed to be true after all. His caresses perfectly targeted Vivianne’s preferences.

She wished he would keep sucking. It might even feel better if he sucked harder.

When she shifted her hips impatiently, he looked up languidly with her n*pple still in his mouth.

Their eyes met, and with a soft pop, her n*pple slipped from his full lips. His gaze remained fixed on her.

“Looks like our Vivi gets more excited when she watches while being sucked?”

When Vivianne hurriedly turned her face away, he whispered wickedly in her ear.

“N-no, that’s not it…”

“Why deny it? You’ll hurt the feelings of someone who worked so hard sucking.”

This is embarrassing. Despite her continued avoidance, he tilted his head and insisted on making eye contact.

“Well? It wasn’t a lie, was it?”

“I still… don’t know for sure.”

How did he know? Had she responded this way before? She decided to play innocent out of embarrassment.

“Ah, you’re asking me to suck more.”

“What? Ahh…”

A gasp escaped her when his prominent nose brushed against her wet n*pple.

“My lustful Vivi.”

Kian playfully flicked her glistening n*pple with his index finger while whispering teasingly.

“What am I going to do with you loving to have your br*asts sucked so much?”

“P-please stop saying things like that…”

“Your body is so sensitive. Do you pleasure yourself when bathing, rubbing with soap?”

“No! Are you a pervert? I don’t… pleasure myself alone! Is that all you think about?”

She shot back fiercely, genuinely indignant.

“What can I do? I am indeed a pervert, and yes, I think about you all day.”

So what? Her attack had no impact whatsoever.

“Today I spent the whole time thinking about how to naturally kiss you again.”

Kian gently caressed her well-shaped br*asts. Whether from the alcohol or arousal, Vivianne’s body felt hotter than usual.

What made her breathe so heavily while lying still and receiving his one-sided caresses? Her round flesh rising and falling with each labored breath looked particularly adorable.

“I-if you’re tired, you can stop… sucking.”

“Like h*ll I would be tired.”

Pretending to be considerate while clearly enjoying himself immensely. Her once pale br*asts were now so transparent that veins were visible. They had taken on a peach-like blush, showing her excitement.

“I could suck all night if you wanted.”

“But there’s no milk coming out.”

She said the same thing again. It seemed to be bothering her.

“You said that before too. You must really want to nurse me.”

Her cuteness made him tease her again, just like when she had confessed wanting to have his child.

“Th-that’s…”

“You need to be pregnant for milk to come.”

“…”

At the mention of a child, Vivianne suddenly became silent.

Now she no longer expressed her desperate wish to bear his child.

Had her desire for children disappeared along with her memories? Well, she even questioned their passionate relationship, so it made sense.

Now that he thought about it, Vivianne’s body had changed slightly. Her already full br*asts had become even more plump than before. Her once dainty n*pples had grown fuller, and her areolas had widened. These were traces of pregnancy.

Perhaps not much time had passed since her miscarriage. Kian’s gaze grew heavy.

Maybe everything had already changed, but he alone wanted to believe things remained the same.

At least Marchioness Baldwin had taken good care of her. Not just her br*asts, but her entire body had gained some healthy weight.

The body that had once grown thin from constant nausea without eating, refusing meals, and lying like a corpse, now looked healthier and more radiant.

She must have been comfortable. While this was reassuring, the thought that she might be better off without him brought a bitter taste to his mouth.

He had read that a miscarriage was equivalent to giving birth. He worried that making her pregnant again to prevent her from turning to sea foam might be too hard on her body, but there weren’t many other options.

Selfishly, he was grateful that Vivianne had made such a contract. His inherently flawed nature made him want to keep her by his side by any means necessary.

“Is something wrong?”

With his gaze fixed on her br*asts, he had momentarily drifted into thought. Now she asked with a sad expression.

“What?”

“…Angela said my br*asts are too big.”

“They are big.”

Not the answer she wanted, judging by her dejected face.

He realized she had misinterpreted his blank stare as dislike for her larger br*asts, rather than his thoughts about her pregnancy.

“They’re beautiful. D*mn s*xy.”

He deliberately repeated the same words he had said in the carriage that day. He remembered how Vivianne had blushed intensely when hearing she was beautiful for the first time.

“…I like it.”

That entranced whisper.

“I’m so happy that Kian says I’m beautiful.”

What had made her so happy? She had hugged him tightly, burying his face between her br*asts.

“…You’re the only male for me, Kian.”

“I love you, Kian.”

Was it greedy to want to hear that sweet confession again?

Vivianne merely blinked slowly, not showing the same overwhelmed expression as before.

But did that mean she disliked him? Surely not.

“To have lost something so beautiful. I must have been crazy.”

It didn’t matter. He would be the one to take action.

Just having her here, being able to hold her soft body again, was enough.

“Not only am I worthless, but I’m also stupid.”

Kian lowered himself and kissed her trembling lips.

“I like you. No… ‘like’ isn’t enough.”

He murmured in an entranced state, just as she had done that day.

“I love you, Vivi.”

Was the confession too sudden? Her widened eyes trembled slightly. He didn’t expect an answer, so it didn’t matter.

“I’ve always loved you. Because you’re… impossible not to love.”

Even so, saying such things while she was half-undressed was rather tactless.

She might think he was trying to manipulate her.

That wasn’t entirely wrong. But so what? He would embrace her by any means necessary. He would save her.

“No matter how you feel about me, I’ll continue to love you.”

Kian positioned himself at her chest again and cupped her br*asts in his hands.

“I love these so much. How dare anyone say such things.”

They were so luscious that just looking at them made his mouth water.

When he gently sucked her n*pple, her subtle body scent wafted up. She still uses rose-scented soap. It was the soap he always chose when bathing her.

Resuming his caresses, he licked her n*pple with more pressure. When he laid his tongue flat and circled her ar*ola with his saliva, her chest rose with a moan.

“Haah…!”

When he lightly bit her n*pple between his teeth, she whimpered and scrunched her eyes in pain.

What should he do with this precious thing? Part of him wanted to grip her so hard it would leave marks, to torment her until her entire body trembled.

Kian suppressed these wicked urges and gently took her n*pple in his mouth again. He wrapped it with his tongue soothingly and licked it slowly.

He could feel her heated breath scattering above his head. After sucking for a while, he released her n*pple and traced the contours of her droplet-shaped br*asts, sucking on her skin. With each mark he made, she curled her toes and shrank her body.

Red bruises formed from her cleavage to the underside of her br*asts and just below her armpits.

Seeing her reactions, it seemed that not just her n*pples but her entire br*asts were erogenous zones.

Kian raised his upper body and looked down at Vivianne’s flushed face while fully gripping both mounds, circling and rubbing her wet n*pples with his thumbs.

Each time he did this, Vivianne squirmed helplessly and tightened her knees around Kian’s waist.

“Does it itch?”

“…Hmm?”

“I’m asking if it itches down there.”

“I don’t know.”

Playing innocent again. Previously when he caressed her br*asts, she had said she wanted to rub between her legs.

Back then too, she had raised her hips and squeezed his waist with her knees. He had tormented her, wanting to hear dirty words from those cute lips, but she had consistently denied it out of embarrassment.

Finding her unbearably adorable again, he pressed his lips against hers. Wet, slippery sounds filled the air as their tongues and lips mingled moistly while he pulled her skirt up to her waist. Smooth legs and snow-white thighs were revealed. The sensation under his fingertips was as soft as velvet.

His already hardened c*ck grew even more engorged with blood.

Feeling the cool air on her lower body, Vivianne squirmed and broke the kiss.

“K-Kian… th-this is too e-embarrassing.”

“Is it?”

He smiled slightly and hooked his finger into her panties, pulling them down.

“Maybe because you’re wet.”

His slick finger began to stroke along the split of her s*x.