Her glistening bare chest pushed forward more prominently as the man’s hands, which had traveled down her arms, slowly rubbed over it. Her brow furrowed as he lightly tapped the tips with soft thumps.

“I’ll work hard to make sure you don’t feel any pain, Shasha.”

His voice had already dropped considerably lower.

Who on earth gives br*ast massages like this? Judging by his hand movements and appropriate pressure, he had clearly done his research… but he kept subtly brushing against her n*pples, then deliberately avoiding the protruding buds while circling around the areolas.

“Hnn, mmh…”

Anyone could see he was deliberately arousing her. Instead of preventing potential mastitis, this was the beginning of an act likely to cause muscle aches throughout her entire body. Shasha felt her brow furrow more as she became aware of the growing heaviness between her legs.

A few days ago, after the night they had pressed their g*nitals together, Edgar no longer kept his distance as he once had. If he felt like it, he wouldn’t hesitate to suck on her tongue for deep kisses or rub his c*ck against her body.

Those weren’t particularly intimate acts, and yet…

“Ah…”

She felt even more obscene than before. A strange sensation more er*tic than during actual intercourse ran through her entire body. As Edgar had mentioned, she had received scalp massages from him countless times, but surrendering her body to him now kept raising an odd tension within her.

Though she could release her outstretched hands at will, her body felt as if it were bound. And in that state, her br*asts…

Her er*ect, heated n*pples… tap, tap.

“Ah!”

Even the lightest touch made it impossible to hold back her voice.

Goosebumps spread across her skin, slick with fragrant oil. Edgar sprinkled more oil onto the already glistening flesh. This time, as the slightly cool liquid fell directly onto her buds, she trembled.

Her er*ect n*pples, thoroughly soaked in rose scent, twitched.

“Edgar, hah…”

Her br*asts, drenched in oil, were gently kneaded. His hands were larger and hotter than the maids’, causing moans to escape her lips repeatedly. Each time his fingers brushed against her hardened n*pples, her upper body jerked involuntarily.

Edgar chuckled deeply as he rubbed his arm along Shasha’s br*asts. From his palm to his elbow, as if feeling her er*ect n*pples against his skin.

“Ah…”

“Your n*pples are harder than usual.”

Probably because they were full of milk.

“If I leave them like this, they’ll hurt, right? I read that in a book.”

After saying this, the man’s hands gently cupped her br*asts again.

He massaged the engorged areas in a clockwise circular motion, then extended his fingers near the areolas. His long, straight fingers began pressing firmly around them, stimulating the milk ducts and using his nails to scratch beneath the er*ect buds.

Finally, he squeezed the br*ast he was holding from bottom to top, pushing toward the n*pple as if expressing milk. His touch crawled to the tip of the n*pple, stretching the peak as it released.

“Ah!”

A tingling sensation pooled in her n*pple as it sprang back elastically from his fingertips. The firm, swollen bud throbbed. After this was repeated several times, white liquid finally burst from the reddened protrusion with small spurts.

The br*ast milk that had been beading at the surface now gushed through the stimulated milk ducts.

“Ah, hah…”

Feeling this, Edgar placed the plump n*pple between his fingers and began squeezing it thoroughly. Shasha pushed the sheets with her toes as she watched the fluid flowing from her br*ast with hazy eyes.

When he pressed and kneaded the ar*ola, the milk that flowed out rolled down his body. Her gaze slowly followed the white trail extending from the man’s large hands on her br*ast to his thick arms. It was just milk for the baby, yet watching it wet his firm body felt intensely lewd.

The br*ast flesh that filled the man’s hand squeezed through the gaps. The liquid pooling between his pressing fingers was visually stimulating. Eventually, her lower abdomen, which had been harboring a ticklish sensation, tightened convulsively.

Thanks to the excessive oil he had poured over her body, her underwear was already damp, and now her arousal began to seep through as well. Her entrance clenched against the moistened fabric. Her untouched cl*toris protruded noticeably even through her underwear.

“Hnng…”

“…So this is what someone else has been doing until now.”

During this, a husky voice fell sharply into her ear. The c*ck she felt against her b*ttocks had already become fully er*ect. Edgar slowly rubbed it against Shasha’s body.

At the same time, one of the hands that had been holding her br*ast began traveling down her body line.

As if he had noticed what state her lower half was in.

“Mmh, why are you going down there…”

Ignoring her faint voice of protest, his hand delved into her underwear.

He immediately found her hardened, er*ect bud. His fingers, slick with fragrant oil, rolled and rubbed her cl*toris.

“I thought it might be tense here too, so I wanted to massage this as well.”

As if he had already known her cl*toris would be aroused from receiving a br*ast massage and having her milk expressed. Eventually, he pinched the round nub and shook it while mischievously saying:

“Hah, ah!”

“But it seems this gets more tense the more I touch it. What should I do?”

“Take your hand away… ah… mmm…”

“While making that kind of voice?”

He pinched it firmly as if expressing milk, then tapped it with his fingertips like scolding it for becoming more er*ect. Each time the light touch struck her heated cl*toris, her toes curled tightly.

Pushing his hand deeper into her underwear, the man finally panted as he spanked his wife’s entire p*ssy, which was shamelessly twitching. He seemed excited by how the wet flesh welcomed his lewd touch, sticking to his palm. She had already forgotten to stop him and was now gripping his arm.

Her hands, which had long since lost their strength and fallen, now gripped his arm, forgetting to restrain him. Her legs spread wider on either side, encouraging him.

“Ah, ah…”

Edgar laughed deeply as he listened to Shasha’s voice melting away. Eventually, he stopped spanking her p*ssy and pulled at her wet underwear. The thin fabric, drawn taut, brushed against her l*bia and cl*toris.

“It seems this doesn’t need any fragrant oil…”

After all, her arousal was already overflowing from just that much stimulation. Despite saying this, Edgar finally poured oil onto her exposed p*ssy.

“Hah…!”

The liquid aimed at her cl*toris struck the bud with considerable force. Edgar threw the oil bottle carelessly onto the sheets, as though there wasn’t even time to set it upright, and began massaging her p*ssy with his widely spread hand.

“Ah, mmm…!”

The abundant rose oil soaked her red flesh. Her er*ect cl*toris glistened more obscenely than when wet with her own juices. His firm palm covered it entirely and moved back and forth slowly.

“Shasha, did someone massage you here too?”

“Ah, never… Ah!”

“Liar. I touch you here every time.”

At that playful correction, Shasha’s eyes naturally narrowed into triangles. Even that soon lost its strength as her eyebrows had completely relaxed, but the shame that rose to her face hadn’t yet faded.

Not seeing her expression, Edgar pressed firmly against her s*x and said:

“Seeing how it’s crying, I should soothe this first.”

“Hah…”

He spoke as though the arousal wetting his palm were tears, then asked:

“Where does it hurt the most?”

Like an actual massage therapist. He was simply asking where she wanted to be touched more. When she remained silent, he began making assumptions, seemingly having no other option.

“Fortunately, this part is soft.”

A sticky voice whispered in her ear.