Chapter 264 The King’s Return ③
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The air filled with a wet, viscous squelch-the sound of clinging fluid and parting skin. It was the sound of my beloved experimental slave ¹, Lily, lifting her hips away from my stomach.
”…I’ve gone and made a mess of you, haven’t I?” Lily said, her voice soft with sheepishness.
She looked genuinely flustered, her cheeks dusting with a faint rose tint. She busied herself at once, peeling me out of my damp sleepwear and meticulously wiping away the traces of her own arousal.
As she stripped away my trousers and underwear, I finally found the breath to really look at her. Freed from the curtain of her long hair, I took a deep, steadying lungful of air, letting the oxygen clear the fog in my head so I could take her in.
”Is that…” I started, my voice trailing off.
She was dressed in a “winning set” ² of lingerie in the same soft pink as her hair. It wasn’t particularly revealing-at least, not until you reached the three crucial points. It was the same open-cup bra and crotchless panties she’d worn on that night we first tried for a child.
”…I thought you might still have a taste for it,” she whispered.
”A taste” was an understatement. I loved it. I loved the way she fidgeted under my gaze, the way her nipples were already hard and straining, but most of all, I loved the sheer devotion of it. She had kept these hidden away, sealed for nearly a year, only to bring them out now with such nervous excitement. It was enough to give a man a lethal nosebleed.
I opened my mouth to sing her praises, but she cut me off with a cute, spirited “Heave-ho!” as she lunged forward, burying my face directly into her Great Goddess Breasts.
Now that I thought about it, her chest had gained significant mass since she’d given birth to Momo. There was no way her pre-pregnancy lingerie should have fit; she must have gone through the trouble of tailoring the bra just for this moment.
The thought of her painstakingly altering those sentimental scraps of lace just for me… she was such a heartbreakingly sweet woman. But the mouth that wanted to tell her so was currently occupied, smothered by her soft, heavy warmth.
”…I’m happy you noticed all the little details, but it’s embarrassing when you look so delighted. Please don’t say it out loud,” Lily said.
”Mmph-nnph,” I grunted in response.
With my face buried in her cleavage, I couldn’t have answered if I wanted to. But her shyness only made me want to tease her more. Besides, she couldn’t keep me muffled forever, and I had a feeling things were going to get much more “embarrassing” very soon.
Perhaps sensing my wicked thoughts, Lily pulled my head closer, hugging me tight against her chest. And then…
”Ah,” she gasped.
From the very tips of those turgid nipples, a twin arc of breast milk sprayed out. It was, of course, the vital nourishment meant for the young Momo. Lily had always been a high producer-I’d seen her expressing the excess before-but seeing it leap from her nipples while she was dressed in erotic lace, right here on our bed… it hit differently. It stirred a unique, primal sort of sentiment.
”Nn… well, it was a promise. Do you want to try some?” Lily asked.
She pulled back just an inch, offering a glistening nipple to my lips. Despite the internal conflict of “stealing” from my daughter, the invitation was too potent to resist. I swallowed hard, stuck out my tongue, and tentatively took the lactating tip into my mouth.
It was… sweet? I’d heard rumors, but the reality was sweeter than I imagined. It was light, silky, and went down easily. The flavor wasn’t heavy, but the sweetness was unmistakable.
I see… no wonder Momo is so obsessed with these. I’ve heard that newborns have the highest concentration of taste buds. She must be experiencing a rush of sweetness far more intense than my dull, adult palate can even register.
”Fufu…♡ I hope the Master finds the vintage to his liking…♡” Lily teased.
Lily beamed, stroking my hair as I performed my “tasting”-an act that would likely constitute a felony in any civilized society.
As she petted me, the other nipple began to spray as well. It seemed a waste to let it go to spill, so I began to alternate, nursing from one and then the other. It felt profoundly illicit, yet it filled me with a strange, soul-deep satisfaction.
I caught her nipples between my lips, suckling firmly to quench my thirst. Had they grown larger, too? I rolled them over my tongue, licking from the base to the crest, savoring the texture.
”Such an erotic little baby…♡” she cooed.
With every flick of my tongue, she gave a sharp, involuntary twitch, whispering her delight as she continued to stroke my head. My brain was starting to feel like it was melting into a puddle.
But this time, I was allowed to fight back. Reaching around her waist as she knelt over me, I slid my hands along the hem of her lace and sank my fingers into the soft, yielding weight of her backside.
”Ahnn…♡!” Lily cried out.
Lily trembled, her voice pitching into a sweet, high-low trill. Taking her silence as permission, I continued to suckle her while kneading her flesh. The simple joy of being able to touch her like this again-a joy that had been so routine before the pregnancy-felt like a revelation.
But man is a greedy creature. Give him an inch, and he’ll want a mile. Especially when she was so obviously, “accidentally” dripping her own nectar directly onto my cock.
”Nn…♡ Fufu, so your hands want to be naughty too…? ♡” Lily whispered.
God, she was hot. I moved my hand from her rear to her front, sliding my fingers between her thighs. Inside the slit of those open panties, I found a staggering amount of heat and slickness already pooled there.
I almost pulled back from the sheer intensity of the warmth, but instead, I pressed in, tracing the seam of her. My fingers were instantly coated in a fresh surge of her arousal.
”Fu… fu…♡ Nn, ah…♡! Hau…♡ Nnnn…♡♡♡!” she moaned.
Lily let out a series of breathy, nasal cries. As if begging for more, she grabbed my head, peering into my eyes with a hazy gaze while her fingers tangled in my hair.
I smiled back at her through the haze, rolling her nipple across my tongue again. This time, I wasn’t drinking for nourishment; I was suckling for her pleasure. I drew her in deep, licking and swirling with deliberate, lewd intent.
Using my lower hand, I hunted for her weak point. Even after a year’s hiatus, my fingertips remembered the map of her body perfectly. I found that tiny, swollen pearl and began to tease it, making her hips buck with delight.
My free hand roamed wild-kneading a breast, tracing her spine, stroking her hip. I pulled out every stop, fanning the flames of a lust that already looked ready to boil over.
”Hya-! Ah, ahh♡! L-look, it’s been a long time! Don’t you have… any… mercy…♡♡♡!?” Lily gasped.
Ignoring the fact that she was the one who started this with a kiss that felt like a house fire, Lily tried to pull her hips back. I didn’t let her. I followed her movement, relentlessly kneading her clitoris.
Finally, her strength gave out. She slumped forward, clinging to me for support. Her breast slipped from my mouth, the nipple swaying tantalizingly out of reach, but her ear was right there. I nipped at the lobe.
”Ah, ah, ahh♡! Wait, just wait a second♡!” she pleaded.
”Hmm? Not a chance,” I replied.
”Aah♡!? No…♡! I-it’s not that…♡♡♡!” Lily cried.
I was finally back in the rhythm of a year ago, rediscovering the sheer, addictive joy of breaking her down. I had no intention of stopping, but her next words gave me pause.
”I-it’s something else…♡! Before you go in… I want you to… check the inside… for yourself…♡” she said.
”Eh?” I asked.
”I’ve been doing my exercises, and I’ve been using the shop’s repair creams ³ in secret, but… I was worried I might have… gotten loose…” Lily confessed.
Good god, that was erotic. I hadn’t given it a single thought, but it had clearly been weighing on her. She looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with genuine anxiety.
The “medicine” she mentioned was our shop’s v**inal restoration ointment. It was usually for high-mileage customers, but it made perfect sense to use it for postpartum recovery. I didn’t care about that, though.
”…Do you really think I’d care about something like that?” I asked.
”…I know you wouldn’t, but that’s not it. I want… I want it to feel good for you, too…” she replied.
When she put it like that, I didn’t have a choice. “Alright,” I whispered, stroking her back. I reached down to the opening I’d been teasing and slid a finger inside. As it sank into the depths…
”Hau…♡ H-how is it…?” Lily asked.
”……Lily, this is… incredible,” I muttered.
”Eh?”
The walls were already writhing, clinging to my finger with a desperate, hungry strength. The internal muscles were squeezing with a force that felt like they could crush the bone. My finger was actually starting to tingle from the pressure. If anything, she felt tighter than she ever had before the baby.
”Lily… just what kind of training have you been doing?” I asked.
”E-etto… just some pelvic floor stuff… and, well… like this? A big squeeze…?” she explained.
As she spoke, she demonstrated, her internal muscles performing a complex, powerful contraction that nearly buckled my knees. It seemed the price of making her wait for a year was going to be a heavy one. Bracing myself for the inevitable, I began to work my fingers in earnest, trying to loosen her up at least a little bit before the real thing.
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Summary:
The protagonist and Lily share an intimate, erotic reunion after a year of abstinence following the birth of their daughter, Momo. Lily reveals she has been preparing for this night by wearing her ‘baby-making’ lingerie and performing physical training. The scene focuses on the sensory experience of their reconnection, including lactation and Lily’s anxiety about her postpartum recovery.
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Character Insight:
Lily demonstrates deep devotion and a touch of insecurity, using products from the protagonist’s shop to ensure she remains s*xually appealing to him. The protagonist shows a deep appreciation for her efforts, prioritizing their emotional and physical connection over any perceived ‘flaws’ from childbirth.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author leans into the ‘Magic Shop’ premise by showing the domestic application of adult goods—specifically the v**inal repair cream—to bridge the gap between fantasy erotica and the realities of a postpartum relationship.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Lily – the sl*ve and primary experiment subject for the magic shop, ‘Harvest.’ She has striking pink hair, Blue eyes, medium breasts, which the Protagonist associates with being ‘wanton’. She has a working knowledge of magic, which she kept hidden from the slave trader.
• Momo – The newborn daughter of Kento and Lily. She has pink hair and her father’s ear and eyebrow shapes.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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