7. The taste of Lust**

"Oh!" Dereck looked around before sighing in relief. "No matter how often I do it, acting like a child still feels like a chore."

For someone of Dereck's age, he felt his acting was immature. At least, it would be in his actual world. But in this world, that is perfectly normal. 

Even the children older than him would act more immaturely and unreasonablely than him.

"The main story is on the right track." 

Theresa, the world overseer, had allowed Hilda to start a mission in her world. That was enough proof that the presence of Dereck or the people around them wouldn't affect the main flow of causality by that much.

But the problem is that Dereck would die at the age of 23. Although he could change his fate, he had no intention to. He just wanted to return to his world as soon as possible.

The following week, the family had planned to go on a date with the man they had selected. Even though she trusts Hilda, Maya still wants to know who the man is.

"But for now, I need to find a way to increase my…"

Dereck knew he was still not at the stage where he could sleep with any woman at the drop of his hat, nor did he want that right. 

He needs to work on his charisma if he wants women to sleep with him, even though they are in a committed relationship.

"And I know where to find the first one." Dereck started walking towards the back of the mansion.

The back of the mansion had many small courtyards. Those courtyards are designated for the concubines of his father's, Dovric's.

Dovric has one principal wife, that is Veronica. He also has two consorts. The number of concubines was in two digits. 

It was fifteen. And if Dereck remembers correctly, the number of his brothers and sisters exceeded fifty.

Dereck walked through the courtyard to reach his destination, almost at the back.

There were no guards. So, no one stopped him when he pushed open the door.

There were a couple of women who were working in the courtyard. And there was a man who was cutting wood.

"Third young master." All three of them went on their knees.

He was almost too much for the lowly servants responsible for the lowest concubines. 

"Didn't I say not to do that?" Dereck didn't care about them and walked right in. "What is my sister doing?" 

He didn't wait for the answer and walked right into the room.

"You should not enter the room now, third young master." One of the maids cried as she came running.

However, it was already too late. There she was, sucking on one of the two food sacks available to her.

"Young miss is feeding…" The maid came running.

As he approached the mother and child, he noticed that the little child was closing her eyes and sucking on her tits.

"She is so cute." Dereck acted like he didn't care about her naked tits.

"Young master, you must leave now. It is not the right time."

"Why?" Dereck asked with all his seriousness.

"That is…" The maid looked at the concubine for help.

However, instead of helping, she waved for the maid to leave the room.

"My lady!" the maid was trying to explain. Even if she was a lowly concubine, she was still her master. Reluctantly, the maid left the room.

Dereck had already expected it. After all, she was the one who was actually interested in Dereck. They are close in age, as she was younger than Daniel.

Dereck could already notice her action towards him even without the prompt above her head. Alas! Her body matured too quickly. 

As a result, it was the count who had noticed her first. Her destiny was sealed since she was the daughter of a lowly baron.

"Isn't she almost seven months old?" Dereck asked. 

"Yes, young master."

"Come on, Morgiana, don't call me that. Didn't I tell you to call me Dereck, like you used to do?"

Morgiana said, puffing her cheeks, "I forgot because you didn't come to see me for such a long time."

Even if she had said it, she knew why he didn't come. It was customary in this land that a mother wouldn't see any man for six months after giving birth.

It might sound unnecessary, but it makes sense coming from a modern world. Most doctors recommend that new mothers wait at least four or five months after giving birth before engaging in sexual activity. 

However, with the signs on her neck, it was clear that his father had already visited her. Love bites were not the only thing he noticed; he also saw red finger marks on her breast where she was nursing her baby.

"Do you like it?" 

It was only then that Dereck realized that he was staring too much at her breast. 

"Yes." Instead of showing embarrassment, he said, "She looks just like you."

Dereck's flirting was refined over thousands of missions; there was no way a little girl like Morgiana would embarrass him.

However, Morgiana has no intention of letting him off.

"She might look like me, but she is a naughty one. Look at her…" As she said, Morgiana pulled the child away from her tits. "Look how she's biting."

As she was showing, the wet, hard nipple escaped the child's mouth. 

"And she had such an appetite. Drinking from one isn't enough for her to fill up." As Morgiana was talking, she pulled out her other tits from her clothes.

Unlike the other one, this had bite marks on them. Dereck was sure it wasn't the child who had left the marks. 

Morgiana had no intention of hiding it. The child was like a fish that bit the lure the second she drew the child near her tits.

It wasn't the first time Dereck had seen a woman feeding her child. On top of that, he didn't have a man's body before. A man wasn't the right word. He was a teenage boy, filled with hormones.

'If she wants it, it would be wrong not to make her wish come true.' 

"Are you thinking about something?"

"It is beautiful."

"I know. After all, I am her mother."

"No, not her." Hearing his words, she looked at him to find he was staring at her other breast. Before she could respond, he wiped the drop of milk from the tip of her nipple.

Morgiana felt a shiver down her spine, and Dereck could see goosebumps spread across the slightly bloated breast.

As Dereck locked eyes with her, Morgiana turned to face him. Silently, they gazed at one another.

Morgiana knew she should stop right here. If someone learned about it, Dereck would be sent far away at most, but she would be killed and buried without leaving a trace.

But her stubborn heart knew exactly what it wanted. 

She gains nothing by becoming an older man's concubine. If Dereck hadn't asked his mother, she wouldn't even have the servants for her courtyards. There is no power, no prestige, and no fulfillment.

Even last night, he came and played with her body. She could hear her little girl crying, yet the man didn't stop until he poured his seed into her. After that, he goes to sleep while pressing his heavy body against hers.

"Do you want to taste it?" Morgiana knew she should say it, but her mouth wasn't under his brain. The fire she had suppressed for a long time took control of her.

"Yes." Dereck was well aware of what it tasted like. Still, he laid down on her lap. 

His action shocked her a little. Luckily for Morgiana, her body knew what to do. She raised her breast and put it on his face.

As his tongue poked around her softness to find the nipple, Morgiana could feel her body burning up, and goosebumps were spreading all over her mound.

Finally, he arrested the hard nipple with his tongue and pulled it into his mouth. His tongue was soft, and the upper part of his mouth was hard, and Morgiana could feel her nipple being pressed between them.

And she started leaking. 

She had never felt it before. The first time she breastfed herself, she would get a little tickle occasionally. 

And when the count did it, she felt nothing but disgust. She wanted it to be over as soon as possible. 

However, this was different. Dereck was squeezing her nipple, but she was leaking from her baby canal. The dampness of the garment's contact with her skin persisted regardless of how tightly she clenched her legs.

"Ahhhh…" She grasped as Dereck suddenly let go of her breast. 

"Don't stop." Her mouth just spilled her thoughts out loud.

"But it doesn't taste good," Dereck said out loud. "It tasted like tasteless buttermilk."

At that moment, Morgiana was too aroused to realize that there was no buttermilk in this world. Her mind was already on hyperdrive to look for a way to do it again. 

She didn't need it.

"And it makes me feel weird."

"Wierd!?"

Dereck stood up, showing the tent in his clothes. 

Nothing else in this world could make Morgiana so happy at the moment. She would have directly jumped on him if she hadn't been feeding her daughter.

"I should go now."

"WHY?"

"Mother said not to show it to other men or let them touch it."

Morgiana tried to keep her face straight as she said, "I am not a man."

"But…"

"I can make you feel great. I can make you return to normal."

"Really? Like the maid did this morning."

"Yes." There was no hesitation in her voice. "I can make you feel even better. Come closer."

Dereck's face showed hesitation, but he took a step closer. As soon as he was in range, she grabbed his waist and pulled closer.

'Girl, you are too excited.' Dereck knew it was the result of the charm skill he had put on her a long time ago. 

Still, he felt she was too impatient, as she didn't even remove his dress before she put her hand inside it and grabbed his family jewel.