4. The Hero Wants a Mill

“Y-yes.”

Breck’s lips traced a hot path from her cheek to her neck, and his hand slipped under her clothes to grasp her br*ast. As he pinched and pressed her n*pple, his hand was soaked with clear milk. It happened every time, but Lily was always embarrassed, so she spoke in a small voice.

“Wipe it a bit, hmm…….”

“We have to wash anyway, so what’s the big deal?”

Breck kneaded her br*ast meticulously, not minding the milk dripping down his wrist. He pulled her n*pple with his fingers and tapped her br*ast. A groan of mixed relief and pleasure escaped Lily’s lips.

“It’s my role to relieve your br*asts.”

“But still…….”

“It’s also my pleasure to wet both your top and bottom.”

Lily’s face turned red. Just from having her br*asts kneaded, her lower parts were already wet. Breck panted as he lunged at her as if to devour her whole.

His lips circled her wet br*ast and took it into his mouth.

“Ah!”

Lily tilted her head back and moaned at the sensation of his tongue pressing and sucking. Recently, Breck spent more time caressing her br*asts. No, it was a bit different. The initial purpose was br*ast massage. But both of them had long forgotten that.

“You have a lot of milk.”

Breck whispered, panting.

Their baby had been conceived right after they got married, practically as soon as they removed the contraceptive. They had a healthy daughter.

As Breck said, Lily produced a lot of milk. Even after feeding the baby, there was still an overflow, so he was simply stating a fact. But it made Lily feel lewd, and she clenched her p*ssy and gasped.

“You could raise two babies.”

“You drink all the……, mm.”

She couldn’t finish saying that he drank all the leftover milk.

The midwife had suggested that her husband massage her br*asts when they became painful, but every time, she ended up being sucked by him. She felt like the amount of milk was increasing.

The vaginal fluids pooled inside her p*ssy soaked her underwear every time her p*ssy twitched. Breck’s thigh pressed against it as if rubbing.

Mayor Arett’s wife had suggested leaving the baby with a wet nurse and drying up her milk, but Lily had no intention of doing that. It was good to feed the baby with her milk, and she didn’t want to give up this pleasure.

“Mm, ha, ah!”

Lily’s body convulsed and shivered in a light climax. Breck laid her down on the bed and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. The scent of milk spread to Lily’s lips.

He climbed onto the bed and loosened his pants. As his c*ck, swollen to its limit, sprang out, a gulp of anticipation escaped Lily’s throat.

At that moment.

“Waaah—!”

From the room across, the baby’s cry was heard. The young couple’s movements halted.

They both hesitated for a moment. Should they leave it to the wet nurse, or should they go check?

Lily decided quickly. With a gentle push, Breck reluctantly stepped back.

Lily wiped her br*asts with a towel and straightened her clothes. As expected, the wet nurse soon called from beyond the door.

“Madam, the baby seems to be hungry.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Without hesitation, Lily disappeared into the baby’s room. Though it was a bit lacking, having experienced one climax, she felt less regret.

Breck, left behind, didn’t feel the same. His c*ck, which had been soaring, bobbed in dissatisfaction.

‘I thought there would be more opportunities after the birth.’

Since finding out that she was pregnant, they had been cautious for months, and then for several months before and after the birth, he hadn’t been able to enjoy her body. They enjoyed caressing each other and using their hands and mouths, but it was frustrating. The baby was adorable, but where had the fiery days and nights of their honeymoon gone? They should have removed the contraceptive after enjoying the honeymoon more.

As the baby grew, it would be another problem. Even if they kept the baby out of the marital bedroom, they wouldn’t be able to embrace each other freely elsewhere.

When Breck finished his business and went to the baby’s room, Lily was asleep, holding the baby while leaning on a long chair. Breck squatted in front of her for a moment, touched the baby’s chubby cheek, and looked at Lily’s peaceful face.

It still didn’t feel real. That he had gotten married, had a baby, and was living a quiet life in such a tranquil place. At times like this, wandering the demon realm with a sword felt like a dream.

The baby opened her eyes. Breck started making silent playful gestures to amuse the baby without waking Lily.

Breck was sitting in a corner of the garden in the afternoon, sharpening a sickle when Cohen came running in a panic.

“Hey, Breck! I told you not to!”

“I don’t have anything else to do, Mr. Cohen. I thought I might take up gardening as a hobby.”

Breck said peacefully. Though his mind wasn’t entirely at peace.

As the viscount’s husband, he had no specific duties at Viscount Aiden’s residence. The Viscount Aiden family didn’t have much work to begin with. They had wealth but weren’t actively involved in any businesses, nor did they plan to withdraw large sums for business ventures.

He couldn’t fulfill the role of a host by participating in high society with the noblewomen, nor did he have any interest in joining men’s gatherings like hunting, clubs, or gambling. Lily didn’t want that either.

The skilled butler took care of the household, so all Breck had to do was nod. It was a truly idle retirement life.

The only task was looking after the baby, but even that involved mostly following the wet nurse’s instructions to change diapers or hold the baby. It would be tough for an ordinary person, but with his strength and vigor, carrying the baby around or bathing her for hours wasn’t difficult. The spirits who frequently visited to see the Dragon Slayer’s child often amused the baby, making it quite easy to care for her.

Still, he needed time alone. Gardening was the best way to clear his mind.

But Cohen’s face turned ashen at the mention of taking up gardening as a hobby. It was natural for a servant to suffer in the field of interest of their master. Cohen wasn’t the type to curry favor with his employer for a bit of power.

Breck chuckled and lightly patted his arm.

“Don’t worry. I won’t make unreasonable demands on you, Mr. Cohen. It must be hard working alone.”

“Well, it’s my job anyway…….”

“It’s my fault that the garden is growing too fast these days. Didn’t you plan to pass this garden on to me anyway?”

Cohen looked troubled. Breck handed him the well-sharpened sickle and went to pull weeds.

“Phew.”

He pulled weeds. These weeds never seemed to end no matter how much he pulled. The spirits who had stayed since the wedding with the Spirit King giggled.

『I can wither them.』

『Don’t!』

『It’s better than pulling them.』

『Should I burn them all?』

Ignoring the chattering spirits, Breck grumbled to himself that he wasn’t doing nothing. He had retired to get away from it all, but here he was. But he couldn’t get rid of the spirits.

Just as it quieted down, a familiar presence appeared. It was Baerba.

“What are you doing?”

“Why don’t you set up a lair in this neighborhood?”

Baerba, who was actually considering it, flinched. Breck stopped and looked up at him. Baerba swallowed and asked.

“Are you free?”

“Why?”

“Well, you see……, there’s a magic I’ve recently started researching.”

“I refuse to be a test subject. I also refuse to provide blood samples, and if you want to fight, come prepared.”

“…….”

Baerba fell silent. Breck was someone who could beat him to a pulp. He was the only non-human, excluding young spirits, who could enter this mansion, not because Breck liked him, but because he had already made acquaintances with Lily.

Breck ignored him and focused on pulling weeds. Though there was a difference in presence, both spirits and dragons were essentially natural beings by human standards.

Baerba eventually spoke again with difficulty. Instead of stating what he wanted first, he decided to listen to what the other wanted and negotiate.

“Is there anything you need?”

“A mill.”

“A mill?”

Baerba tilted his head.

“Do you need power? Or milling? I could make a magical tool for either.”

“No, it’s not that.”

Breck snorted at the dragon who couldn’t understand human metaphors and stood up. Feeling down, he thought of going to see the baby.

Breck’s mention of a mill was, of course, a joke. But after spending hours alone with the baby, it started to seem like a plausible idea.

What they needed was time alone. Even though the wet nurse was taking care of the baby, with the baby’s room and the marital bedroom right next to each other, they couldn’t fully embrace each other.

Going somewhere alone together didn’t make sense either. They could use another bedroom in the mansion, but Lily wouldn’t like the idea of it being known that they were doing something away from the baby.

Most importantly.

‘That’s how we met.’

He smiled contentedly. Then he went to find Cohen and began planning a new garden layout.