Chapter 2 (18+)

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"My breasts started producing milk."

Maria's words echoed in my mind.

Recently, we had been distancing ourselves slightly from our erotic escapades. Of course, we still did it plenty, but there were even days when we went without entirely.

There were two reasons for this: First, as her due date approached, I grew overly anxious about causing any complications during her first pregnancy. Second, Maria herself seemed less sexually driven lately. My Hypnotic Magic was still going strong, but just as I suspected before, people do have limits to their sexual desires. These vary greatly depending on the individual and circumstances. At present, Maria's maternal instincts probably outweighed her lust somewhat. As a result, she could manage to abstain for at least one day. Any longer than that would be impossible, so she remained fairly amorous nonetheless.

Yesterday, however, was a day she managed to hold back.

I couldn't bring myself to touch her either, concerned too much with her well-being.

Later, I regretted it deeply.

Why do I always feel regret?

If only I had done this back then... If only I hadn't done that...

No matter how much I think about it, there's no changing the past. The consequences of my foolish choices are constantly thrown in my face.

Why? Why?!

I missed Maria producing breast milk for the first time!

Dammit! What kind of scumbag am I?! The lowest of the low!!

It was her first time! It'll never happen again! Even if she has another child someday, you can't get back your very first time! Ahh, what a moron I am!!

There isn't really a definitive schedule for when mothers begin lactating; apparently, it usually starts once they receive stimulation from their baby nursing, but hey—I've been sucking on them too! Providing plenty of stimulation! So why wasn't anything coming out?!

This is ridiculous! Did having such a beautiful wife make me complacent?! Were you relieved to hear both mother and child were healthy?!

Were you satisfied with the wedding preparations and smooth arrangement of subsidies?!

I'm a piece of shit! An idiot! A worthless bastard!

"I see, so that's why you were experiencing chest pain."

"Y-yes..."

Continuing our conversation while mentally beating myself up, I maintained my facade as a gentlemanly priest.

Baring her body was steadily increasing her sexual arousal. Her cheeks began to flush slightly. The fact that it was still daytime only heightened her excitement further.

"May I examine your breasts?"

"Yes..."

"Please sit down and relax."

Despite the erotic thoughts dominating my mind, I retained some vestige of pride as a priest.

It would be amateurish to neglect studying just because we have recovery magic available. Though not quite at the level of professionals, I do possess knowledge on these matters.

"Ahhn... ♡"

But my beloved wife couldn't care less about all that.

Even with just touching her breasts, she let out sweet sighs. I wanted to push her down right away too. Just bear with me a little longer, or maybe there's no need for restraint?

Gently pinching her overly large nipples between my thumb and index finger.

As I tense my fingers inward, her flesh compresses toward the center, making those already puffy nipples even fuller.

"Ahhh... ♡ Ahh... ♡"

A white liquid begins to seep from the dark tips.

With her slightly inverted nipples forming a soft seal, it almost resembles female genitalia secreting love juices—a throwback to when Maria was still innocent and unacquainted with men. Now, however, that organ has become vulgar, scattering petals like confetti.

I alternate between gentle and firm pressure, kneading her breasts rhythmically.

Slowly but surely, milk is definitely starting to flow. It's hard to tell exactly how much due to my arousal, but Maria seems fine.

With any lingering concerns dispelled, I decide to fully enjoy this moment.

Lapppp... ♡

"Mmmmmm... ♡♡"

Sweet.

So sweet.

Deliciously sweet.

The taste of bliss spreads across my tongue.

Just licking up a few drops sends my excitement soaring boundlessly.

"I've heard that stimulating the breasts helps increase milk production."

"Then... I must stimulate them plenty... For our baby's sake!"

"Yes, for the sake of our child."

"Ohhh! Yes, yes!"

Our excuse was complete.

This act is purely for the benefit of our child as parents, so there's nothing wrong with doing it during the day. Besides, no one visits us anyway.

"Ahhh... Ahh... Aaaah... ♡ It feels soooo good when you scraaaaatch meee..."

"It pleases you?"

"Mmmngh... Y-yes! It feels soo gooood! ♡ Whenever Lord Ain touches my breasts, ♡ my tummy gets all warm and fuzzy...!"

There's an order to these things.

It's too soon to focus on her nipples just yet. First, I'll tease the darkened areolas from the outside.

I rake my nails gently across her skin, tracing circles slowly inward.

Her areola bumps have become more pronounced due to pregnancy, creating a ticklish sensation as they catch on my fingernails.

With each rotation, I move slightly closer to the center. To reach the heart of those enormous areolas, I need to circle around many, many, many times.

"Your fingers...! Lord Ain's fingers feel so good! My breasts! Oh, it's incredible! Sooo amazing!"

"How is this incredible?"

"It tickles! ♡My breasts! Breasts! Ahhhnnn♡♡"

The change was visible as well.

As they received stimulation, her nipples began to erect. The once-hidden nubs steadily grew harder, thicker, and larger, pushing up against their fleshy surroundings from within as if trying to emerge.

However, the soft, plump breast tissue obstructed their path. This resistance stimulated the nipples further, causing more milk to seep out.

Just by tracing my finger around the areola, Maria's nipples swelled visibly, and the flow of milk increased.

Now fully transformed into a lustful woman, she couldn't hide her pleasure anymore. She appeared utterly blissful, going limp and drooling languidly. There was no trace left of the mother figure; only the expression of a woman remained.

"Ohh♡ Ohh♡ Fuh...ngh♡♡"

Finally, after several light orgasms, my finger reached the center of her areola.

Her maximally erect nipples were now peeking through, pushed upward by the pressure beneath the soft mound of flesh.