Kian climbed on top of her body and naturally positioned himself at her chest.

“…What are you doing?”

“I need to suck out the remaining milk to stop the pain. It could fill up quickly and hurt again soon.”

“Ahh…!”

Before she could respond, her n*pple was engulfed by his plump lips.

When the warm, moist membrane slid over and firmly pulled on her n*pple and ar*ola, goosebumps ran down her spine and her toes curled involuntarily.

Slurp, slurp. The sound of sucking milk echoed rather explicitly in the quiet room.

She naturally assumed he would suck and spit it out.

Gulp, gulp. At the sound of swallowing, Vivianne flailed in panic.

“Why are you drinking it…!”

Kian paused from sucking her br*ast, lifted his head, and smiled while lightly licking the milk droplets on his lower lip.

“I’m fulfilling your wish.”

“My wish?”

“You said you wanted to give me your milk.”

“When did I ever say such a thing…!”

She felt wronged, just like she had felt before. She might have thought about it privately, but she definitely never said it aloud.

…No, probably never.

He wasn’t even her baby. Wanting to give milk to a fully grown male. It was a kind of preference, but even to herself, it was an embarrassing desire. The kind of thing she wouldn’t write even in a private diary.

How could she possibly tell someone who deliberately teased her about something that made her shudder with embarrassment whenever she thought about it?

“Don’t you remember? The day I came in soaking wet with a bouquet. We took a bath together for the first time.”

Kian specified the date quite accurately.

Of course, Vivianne remembered that day too. She knew which day he meant, but she had no memory of saying “I want to give Kian my milk.”

He seemed to enjoy teasing her more because she kept flustering. She needed to be brazen about this. Vivianne spoke firmly and deliberately.

“I never said that. I don’t remember at all. You’re just teasing me on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m teasing you on purpose, but just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. I remember everything.”

…Could it be that she really said such a thing? Without even remembering?

She hadn’t thought deeply about it, but as they continued talking, suspicion began to grow that it might actually be true. Vivianne’s face turned pale.

“You had chocolate all over your mouth, and while you were drifting off, you told me…”

“Okay! I get it, just h-hurry…!”

She felt she would only get more entangled if she listened further. Vivianne urgently pulled his head close and embraced it.

When she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, a soft chuckle scattered across her br*ast.

It was ticklish, and she felt so ashamed that she wanted to hide somewhere. What on earth had she done that day?

She thought she had fallen asleep while eating chocolate after the bath. Apparently, she hadn’t fallen asleep immediately.

Kian wrapped one br*ast in his hand for better sucking and took a generous mouthful, including not just the n*pple but the ar*ola as well.

“…Ahh, mmh.”

While she was off guard, a sensual sound escaped without her realizing. Vivianne was startled and covered her mouth.

Fortunately, Kian didn’t seem to have heard. Looking down, she saw he was completely focused on sucking her br*ast.

Vivianne bit her lower lip firmly to prevent making any more strange sounds.

She had been feeling strange since the massage earlier, but honestly, she had no grounds to refuse. Refusing would be tantamount to admitting that what she was feeling was connected to s*xual pleasure.

And truthfully, the sucking felt good. Coincidentally, it had been her favorite form of f*replay during the time she was intimate with Kian, to the point where she would beg him to do it.

Kian also seemed quite pleased to be sucking her milk.

…Though she knew it was an indecent thought.

Watching him actually sucking her br*ast, the mental excitement was just as intense as the physical arousal. When feeding the babies, she never had such thoughts.

Was it because he was her only mate? She couldn’t erase thoughts of mating from her mind.

Each time he gulped down her milk, his Adam’s apple bobbing looked intensely er*tic. Every time his lips moved around her n*pple, heat gathered below her navel, making her increasingly impatient.

When he gently licked the tip of the n*pple he was holding in his mouth, a warm liquid suddenly leaked out. She reflexively closed her legs, but it was useless. The sticky fluid clearly ran down her perineum and moistened the cleft of her b*ttocks.

She needed to distract herself. It seemed best to say anything to change the atmosphere.

“…D-does it taste good?”

No sooner had she asked than her eyes met his dark ones.

Does it taste good? The question was a bit strange.

He might be forcing himself to drink it just to help her. She immediately regretted blurting out the only thing that came to mind.

Instead of answering, Kian sucked her br*ast so hard that his cheeks hollowed. The tingling sensation of her n*pple being strongly pulled made her eyes scrunch involuntarily.

The next moment, he suddenly brought his breath close. Kian pushed the lukewarm milk into Vivianne’s mouth and kissed her deeply.

His heated lips locked deeply with hers before pulling away.

“Mmm….”

“Sweet, isn’t it?”

Not sweet. No, was it sweet?

In truth, she didn’t have time to taste it because of the kiss.

“It tastes good.”

While she was still dazed by the unexpected act, Kian took her other br*ast into his mouth. 

Slurp, slurp, he sucked persistently while diligently massaging the br*ast he wasn’t sucking with his hand. With the continuous, intense stimulation, her legs twisted unconsciously. Pressure built below her navel, making her inner walls throb on their own.

Her panties, already soaked with her fluids, clung tightly to her private parts. When Kian pressed firmly on her n*pple with his fingertip, the pooled liquid trickled down.

…Surely the sheets weren’t wet too? If so, Kian would know.

Good heavens! The thought made her blood drain away.

“Is there anywhere else that’s uncomfortable?”

Kian seemed to notice something and asked while examining her expression. Vivianne’s lips moved slightly. Maybe she should just confess. If the traces of her arousal were discovered after she left, that would be even more embarrassing.

“Feel free to tell me what’s wrong.”

“…I… I accidentally got wet.”

Saying it aloud made it even more embarrassing. Her face burned so hot that she couldn’t lift her head at all.

“It might have soaked the sheets and made the bed dirty.”

She wanted to hide somewhere or bury her face in the pillow, but with Kian on top of her, she couldn’t do either.

Vivianne covered her eyes with her arm and turned her head away.

“You were just purely helping me. I-I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t purely helping.”

“…What?”

“I’ve also been accidentally hard for a while now.”

Kian took Vivianne’s hand and rubbed it along the front of his pants. The sensation against her fingertips was heavy and hot.

“I suppose I should apologize too.”

Moreover, with each friction, the massive flesh column grew increasingly intimidating in size. Vivianne gulped dryly.

It was a strange feeling. While secretly relieved that she wasn’t the only one aroused, seeing his manhood swollen to such an alarming size made her dizzy.

“Let me make one more confession while we’re at it. You make me like this every day.”

Thud. With a rustling sound, the nightgown fell from Kian’s body.

When his masterpiece-like n*ked body was revealed in the dim darkness, Vivianne momentarily lost herself.

“R-really?”

“Yes, I swear, every single day without fail.”

“But we only meet on weekends. And we haven’t d-done that… for a while.”

“To be completely honest.”

Kian exhaled a low breath, firmly grasped Vivianne’s hand, and stroked his flesh column with it. She could feel the bumpy veins, and his already hot center becoming even harder.

“Just touching you makes me like this, and sometimes even just thinking about you alone does this to me.”

“…Kian.”

“What should I do? Now it seems I get hard just from you saying my name.”

His fully er*ect p*nis twitched in response.

He pulled back the blanket and removed Vivianne’s panties. The scent of her arousal wafted strongly, revealing how wet she was.

“Now I see your chest wasn’t the most urgent matter.”

“Ahh, mmm, n-no…”

“You’re burning up. Should I rub it for you?”

Kian began to rub his member along the split of her private parts, like sawing back and forth.