Vivianne hesitated for a long time after reaching the door.

She had planned to return if the pain showed any signs of subsiding, but it only grew worse until her knees began to tremble.

Right, this was something she needed to face and resolve anyway. Squeezing her eyes shut, she knocked on the door. Tap, tap.

“Vivi?”

Seemingly surprised by the unexpected visit, Kian greeted her with a somewhat startled expression. Judging by his disheveled appearance in his nightgown, he had been awakened from sleep.

“Why do you look like this? Are you feeling unwell?”

Kian’s face instantly transformed with confusion and fear.

“W-well…”

At his question, Vivianne’s lips moved slightly, but she couldn’t continue speaking.

“I’ll call for a doctor right away.”

…Absolutely not!

She frantically shook her head and firmly grabbed Kian’s arm with both hands.

Feeling the burning heat from her palms, he thoroughly examined her condition.

She looked up at him with eyes brimming with tears, suggesting she was in pain, yet she wouldn’t allow him to call a doctor. Something difficult to explain had clearly happened.

“Let me see.”

Kian pulled her waist close, embracing her, and pressed his lips to her round forehead.

It was damp, possibly from cold sweat. The way she immediately curled up when their upper bodies touched suggested she was feeling pain somewhere.

Come to think of it, he had heard from Matilda before. That Vivianne occasionally suffered from “br*ast engorgement.”

“Is your milk clogged and causing pain?”

Vivianne lowered her eyelashes and reluctantly nodded. Kian carried her trembling body inside and first sat her on the bed.

He quickly prepared a wet cloth from the bathroom and took out a glass bottle containing fragrant oil, placing it on the bedside table.

She must have rushed out in pain while sleeping, wearing only a negligee with a shawl draped over it.

Thud, the shawl fell away with Kian’s touch. When he immediately tried to lift her skirt, Vivianne flinched and moved her body backward.

“…W-why?”

“I need to apply the oil, so you need to undress.”

“Can’t you just pull it down a bit at the top? When Matilda massages me, she only exposes the top…”

Kian let out a soft sigh.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not possible with this garment.”

What did he mean?

Vivianne quickly looked down at her clothes. Why did she have to wear this, of all things?

The negligee had a closed front, making it difficult to expose only the br*asts.

She hadn’t even thought about what she was wearing, rushing over in pain. Just as Kian said, it would be better to take it off completely for the massage.

“Do I really have to take everything off?”

“Is there another way?”

She knew. She knew, but…This was awkward. If she removed her negligee here, all that would remain was her panties.

“…If I undress, you’ll s-steal my panties again.”

“I hadn’t even thought that far, but you came prepared with all sorts of ideas.”

“Well, l-last time you…”

Before she could finish her excuse, Kian whispered gently in her ear.

“You must have been storing up quite a lot.”

“…I’m leaving.”

He thought about teasing her a bit because her confused expression looked cute. But she wasn’t so easily handled.

Kian caught Vivianne’s shoulders as she tried to leave the bed and sat her back down.

“I won’t do that.”

“You’re lying. You’re going to tease me.”

“I genuinely want to help. I mean it.”

Looking at his rather desperate expression, it didn’t seem like he was lying. Seeing this, Vivianne’s attitude softened slightly.

“…Really?”

“Yes.”

“T-then… could you turn around for a moment?”

Kian promptly turned around to lower Vivianne’s guard.

Rustle, rustle.

The sound of fabric friction was heard before gradually subsiding.

“…I’m ready.”

When Kian turned back, he couldn’t help but laugh at Vivianne’s fully armored appearance.

Having removed her negligee, Vivianne had wrapped the blanket around her waist and covered her upper body with the shawl. She looked exactly like a mermaid pulled from the sea.

When he approached and sat down, Vivianne’s shoulders twitched.

“No one’s going to eat you. Why are you so startled?”

“J-just… it feels a little awkward.”

“But what can I do? I need to see to help you.”

“……”

“Hmm?”

Vivianne slowly removed the shawl. Embarrassed, she kept her gaze lowered. When her milk-white br*asts were revealed, the scent of milk wafted strongly.

Perhaps because they were full of milk, her already ample br*asts had swollen even more enticingly. When he tried to touch them, she instinctively curled up again.

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Y-you’re staring so intently that I c-can’t lift my head.”

“Alright. Would it be less embarrassing if you couldn’t see my face?”

“What are you planning to do?”

“I have a way. Come here.”

Kian sat with his back against the headboard and beckoned to her. When Vivianne awkwardly approached, he helped position her comfortably. Thanks to this, Vivianne ended up sitting with her back against him, almost like a doll being embraced from behind.

Even in this position, Kian didn’t touch her inappropriately or try anything mischievous. He seemed completely sincere, but she was being too sensitive after asking for his help.

She grumbled despite having woken him up to ask for assistance. She knew her attitude was ridiculous.

Although the power dynamic in their relationship had completely shifted to her side since he had knelt and begged for forgiveness, she knew her behavior bordered on tyranny.

Despite her fussiness, Kian tried his best to cooperate. Seeing this made her feel somewhat sorry.

Glug-glug.

As he poured enough fragrant oil to pool in his palm, a familiar scent tickled her nose.

“Is this the same oil Matilda uses? The scent is identical.”

Feeling awkward, Vivianne tried to break the tense atmosphere by pretending to know.

“Yes, it’s the same.”

“I like this one. After the massage, it leaves a subtle fragrance all day.”

“I’m glad you like it. I chose it with great care.”

“You chose it yourself?”

“Yes. I imported it from far away because I heard it was good for br*ast engorgement.”

Thinking about it, many of the things she enjoyed had Kian’s touch.

For instance, the food she ate during morning sickness and the maternity clothes she wore when her belly grew.

According to Matilda, even the wet nurse taking care of the twins was someone Kian had found. At first, everything felt burdensome, but perhaps she had come to take it for granted over time.

While they were engaged in this trivial conversation, taking advantage of her momentary relaxation, his large hands slid over and fully grasped her br*asts.

“Ahh…”

“Bear with it for a bit.”

When she unconsciously let out a moan, he seemed to have been waiting for it and gently coaxed her.

His attentive touch continued. Kian supported one br*ast from underneath by sliding his hand under her armpit, while repeatedly pressing and releasing the flesh with his other hand.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“Hnngh, i-it’s fine.”

She tried to answer bravely, but it did hurt. At first, her eyes contorted with pain, but gradually it became bearable. His touch, massaging her br*asts, was thorough to the point of being persistent.

He meticulously circled around the ar*ola with his fingertips, persistently finding lumps, rubbing them with appropriate pressure to loosen them, and then finding more.

When he firmly squeezed the edge of the ar*ola between his index finger and thumb, she felt the milk ducts opening, and drops of milk began to form on her n*pples.

“Ah…!”

With a short exclamation, the scent of milk wafted strongly, and milky white liquid dripped down. He timely cupped the mound with his hand and gently pushed upward.

As the stored milk flowed out, her tight chest felt relieved. With repeated kneading, she could feel the hard lumps in her br*asts becoming soft.

As the pain subsided, Vivianne exhaled deeply and relaxed her body. Kian’s massage skills were truly the best. Feeling somewhat better, Vivianne pulled her chin down to look below.

Her br*asts, glistening with oil, were being deformed this way and that by his large hands. It was just a massage, but the scene was more sensual than necessary. Although she knew it was merely an act of assistance, she couldn’t help but think of intimacy.

br*ast stimulation was one of Vivianne’s favorite caresses. Memories flashed through her mind of him roughly grabbing her flesh and persistently sucking her n*pples, causing her cheeks to flush hot.

Was it her imagination? She felt a tingling sensation rising in her lower abdomen, making her tense up. She must be truly going crazy. Vivianne hastily shifted her gaze elsewhere.

But once her thoughts flowed in that direction, they couldn’t be stopped. She hadn’t noticed it when she was in pain, but something heavy was poking her b*ttocks.

Knowing what it probably was made it even more awkward. Although there was fabric between them, it clearly had a hot, weighty presence.

Even when she tried to think of something else, her mind went blank.

The room was filled only with the slick sounds of oiled hands rubbing against skin. Having given up on visual input, her other senses became more acutely heightened.

Her feelings grew increasingly strange.

Suddenly, his touch stopped, and Kian rose to leave his seat. He seemed to be finishing the massage now that the lumps had been loosened.

Thank goodness. Though she secretly felt a bit disappointed, she had been anxious about revealing her inner thoughts. Her relief was short-lived, however, as his next action made Vivianne’s eyes widen to the point of bursting.

“W-what are you d-doing…”