The white mounds trapped in his large hands were being squeezed so hard that red handprints remained. The milk ducts that had opened during the earlier massage were compressed further, increasing the flow of br*ast milk.

“Mmh, hnng… ah…!”

Feeling her response, Edgar released the br*ast he’d been sucking with a loud pop, then squeezed it with his fingertips. The milky fluid beading on the red n*pple spurted toward him, and the man opened his mouth. The br*ast milk gushing in multiple streams recklessly wet his face.

“Haah…”

White streams poured onto his hazy blue eyes as well. The liquid hit the glasses he was wearing and flowed down, finally pooling there.

Edgar slowly opened his eyes after briefly closing them. While mindlessly sucking her br*ast, Shasha had somehow ended up completely beneath him. He checked the panting woman’s body again.

More precisely, he intently stared at the whitish fluid flowing from the br*ast he hadn’t sucked. His eyes, reddened with l*st, were slightly furrowed without him realizing it.

‘If someone else saw this sight…’

It was because an irritated feeling naturally rose within him.

Shasha had said they wouldn’t act like that, but well. That fact wasn’t important to Edgar. He simply didn’t want to share anything about his wife with others. Of course, he didn’t do anything stupid like openly expressing that possessiveness.

The more such feelings arose, the more he smiled gently and pressed his body against hers, asking her to look at him. Making it seem like he was just being jealous in an endearing way.

“Shasha, did you like my massage?”

Just like now, he would coax her gently while smiling sweetly or pouting.

Her face, unable to answer promptly and averting her gaze slightly, was lovely. He absolutely loved how she would seem to act boldly at first, but soon get caught up in his pace and show embarrassment.

It was a sight he didn’t want to show anyone. No, it was a sight no one should see.

Suppressing the urge to bite her flushed cheeks, Edgar suddenly recalled the voice of a servant calling for her.

〈…Madam.〉

It was a voice with just the right temperature to grate on his nerves.

The man, frowning without realizing it, scanned his wife beneath him once more and shifted position. Quickly settling beside her, he pulled down his loungewear pants that had ridden up while moving.

“Haah…”

He grabbed his shaft and stroked it a few times.

Soon, his menacingly swollen c*ck was placed on her chest without warning. Pressing the base with his fingertips, the man briefly savored the white skin with his c*ck before moving his kneeling position a bit more.

Shasha swallowed, noticing what Edgar intended to do. The man quite enjoyed licking every inch of his wife with his c*ck.

As expected, the prec*m beading at his tip traced a lewd path.

His thick, dripping gl*ns finally pressed firmly against her n*pple with a wet sound.

“Ah…”

It quickly detached, then immediately reattached. The er*ect n*pple continued to be enveloped and rubbed by the large tip. He moved as if trying to insert the stiffly er*ect bud into the split slit and vertical hole. Just like when he had sucked her cl*toris with his c*ck a few nights ago.

However, the contact didn’t last as long as it had then. After briefly doing this as if for a taste, the man soon grabbed his shaft and cupped her br*ast with his free hand.

Then, unlike the opposite side he had thoroughly sucked, he began squeezing the still milk-filled, engorged n*pple.

“Ah!”

To catch the br*ast milk with his throbbing c*ck.

“Ah, Shasha…”

The man exhaled deeply at the sensation of the milk lightly tapping against his sensitive surface.

It was an infinitely thin stream compared to the fountain she released when climaxing. However, the white fluid spurting from the plump, red n*pple was visually overwhelming from the start.

Edgar felt deep excitement as br*ast milk splashed onto his gl*ns.

His shameless c*ck, which had begun craving the liquid meant for the baby, made him tremble each time it got wet with that moisture. White droplets began forming on his abs.

“Ha…”

When a long stream of br*ast milk struck the hole of his c*ck, a deep feeling of impending ej*culation rose within him.

Soon, his veiny hand gripped her br*ast more firmly.

“Shasha…”

His clouded blue eyes slowly scanned everything in his sight.

The milk… his wife’s milk was flowing through and over the split in his dark red gl*ns, collecting on the surface of his taut tip and shaft. This evidence that she had borne his child soaked his c*ck hotly. Edgar savored it, craning his neck, then once again thrust his c*ck against her n*pple.

“Ah, ah…”

“Feed more br*ast milk to my c*ck…”

Along with his lewd, shameless urging came rough thrusts, slap, slap.

ej*culating from mere contact without entering her was very easy for him. Thoughts of massage had completely evaporated by now. Edgar simply shook his shaft to respond to the milk streams wetting his c*ck. He had the shameless thought of wetting her n*pple with his fluid, just as Shasha had wet his gl*ns with her milk.

Eventually, after the squelching sounds of his g*nitals and her n*pple meshing together, covered in br*ast milk, continued for some time, he thoroughly ej*culated his s*men onto her chest.

“Mmh…”

Throb, throb. His c*ck, shaking as it released fluid, repeatedly stuck to and detached from the wet n*pple slowly. The fluid dripping from its tip also moistened her n*pple in return.

His curved eyes, filled with humid and persistent obsession, happily watched that sight for a while.

Edgar had been quite happy lately since he no longer had to restrain himself from touching and tasting Shasha. Contrary to concerns that his patience would wear thin with s*x without penetration, his satisfaction was greater, and Shasha seemed to feel the same, which made it even better.

‘Still, I should show more restraint during massages from now on…’

The area beneath his blue eyes flushed slightly.

He didn’t think he could resist sucking her br*asts, but he should avoid tormenting her too excessively like yesterday. After he had ej*culated, Shasha had reached climax several more times from having her cl*toris sucked and enduring rough fingering, then glared at him with half-lidded eyes, drained of energy, before falling asleep.

“Please be moderate…”

With those cute words. Recalling the purple eyes that had looked at him, he smiled broadly, kissed the cheek of his exhausted sleeping wife, and got up. The darkness outside the window was lifting, and a dim light was spreading.

Visiting the baby’s room around dawn had become a fixed part of Edgar’s daily routine lately. It meant he was waking up earlier than usual to see Theodore.

In truth, Edgar still felt very awkward with his son. So much so that he called him “the baby” more often than “Theodore,” a term that conveyed distance. He had chosen to take a step back to hide the anger and hatred he had felt when seeing that tiny lump of flesh when the child was born.

He had no choice but to do so, especially since the baby’s hair was black like his own, not resembling Shasha’s. Of course, even before that, he had dutifully visited the baby’s room, considering Shasha’s feelings.

Back then, he hadn’t properly felt paternal love or the affection one should naturally feel when seeing something cute. But for Shasha’s sake, he had mechanically held the baby and patted his small back a few times. Even that had become neglected at some point…

The catalyst for his changed perspective toward the baby was nothing extraordinary.

“He resembles you, which makes him fun to look at.”

When he turned his gaze at those unexpected words about resemblance and his eyes met the baby’s, he couldn’t help but make a somewhat foolish expression. It was because he realized how much the baby’s smiling face resembled Shasha, who was faintly smiling as she said those words.