That night, Kalion sat beside Erna, with a grave expression etched on his face. A basin of warm water and a clean towel lay nearby, ready to aid him in his task. Erna lay on the bed, her chest bare, staring up at the ceiling with a tense expression.
“Anyone who sees me will think I came for surgery,” she muttered, casting a quick glance at her hardened chest.
Kalion let out a small chuckle. “But… it hurts just lying like this,” she continued, her face contorted in pain.
“Don’t worry. I listened very carefully,” Kalion assured her, dipping the cloth in the water before wringing it out and placing it on her chest.
Erna let out a moan, the pain evident on her face. “Mastitis,” Kalion muttered, recalling the term with a shudder. He had thought it was a joke when Orpé first mentioned it, but Erna’s pained expression had quickly convinced him otherwise.
“Duke Kalion did it before. Since it needs to be done frequently, husbands usually learn how to do it themselves even if it’s just a simple massage. And Duke Kalion said he would do it himself no matter what…” Orpé’s words echoed in Kalion’s mind, and he nodded in agreement. If it was a problem with Erna’s chest, it was his job to take care of it.
Kalion had hurriedly sought out an expert and learned how to do it, determined to do whatever it takes to alleviate Erna’s pain. He had listened carefully, not missing a word, eager to do everything he could to ease her discomfort.
“During the process, your wife may experience pain. Of course, you shouldn’t apply too much pressure, but… even if it hurts, she must endure and relax to see the effects,” the expert had warned him.
Kalion put aside the towel and wrapped his hands carefully around Erna’s chest, his movements slow and deliberate. He could feel her body tense up with pain, but he remained resolute, his fingers moving in a gentle, circular motion.
Erna winced as Kalion’s skilled hands worked their way over her chest. She gritted her teeth and tried to hold back the groans of pain that threatened to escape her lips. With each movement, the pressure increased and the pain became almost unbearable.
“Ow, it hurts!”
“I know, I know,” Kalion replied, his voice gentle but firm. “But you have to bear with it a little longer. It’ll only get worse if you don’t.”
Erna nodded, trying to keep her breathing steady as Kalion continued to massage her chest. His touch was gentle, but firm, and as he continued to work, she found herself relaxing more and more. The room was quiet, save for the soft sounds of the massage and Erna’s own breathing. However, another problem arose.
Kalion gritted his teeth. He couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions as he massaged Erna’s chest. On the one hand, he was worried about her health and wanted to do everything he could to help. But on the other hand, he was acutely aware of the erotic nature of what he was doing. His body responded to Erna’s groans and gasps, and he could feel himself growing more aroused with each passing moment.
“I’m in the middle of a treatment,” he reminded himself. “Focus on the treatment.”
Kalion repeated this to himself like a mantra, trying to suppress his arousal while continuing to move his hands. For a while, the bedroom was filled with Erna’s groans and Kalion’s increasingly rough breathing.
Kalion’s hands worked tirelessly over Erna’s chest, his fingers kneading and pressing with precision. The tension in her muscles gradually eased under his skilled touch, but there was still one more step to complete the treatment.
“Is that all?” Erna asked, attempting to sit up.
Kalion gently pushed her back down with a reassuring smile. “Not quite,” he said, his voice calm and measured. “Just a little more.”
He took hold of her nipples, carefully manipulating them with his thumb and index finger. Erna’s eyes widened in disbelief, but Kalion insisted that it would help her feel better. “I promise you, it’s true,” he said. “Just trust me and lie back down.”
Tears welled up in Erna’s eyes as she complied. Kalion carefully massaged the area where her nipples and areolas met, using the technique he had learned. Though it was an intimate and vulnerable moment, he remained focused on his task, determined to alleviate Erna’s discomfort.
Erna’s body writhed and twisted as she let out a moan of pain, her skin hypersensitive to Kalion’s touch. Despite her protests, he held her firmly in place, his other hand continuing to move with expert precision.
“Stop it! Please!” Erna pleaded, her tears streaming down her face. But Kalion remained resolute, his focus unbroken.
“It’s going to hurt,” he warned. “But we have to keep going. Just breathe through it and curse a little if you need to.”
Erna could only cry out in agony, her pain overwhelming any thought of using her magical abilities. Kalion felt a deep sympathy for her, remembering the difficulty she had experienced giving birth to Mille. He had heard stories of how intense the pain had been, leaving her immobile for hours afterward.
But now, as he worked to ease her discomfort, he marveled at the strength and beauty that had emerged from that suffering. Erna, Mille, and Lionel were all precious to him, and they could only be loved and cherished.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kalion stopped moving his hands. Erna lay on the bed, her body still trembling from the pain. She gasped for air, tears streaming down her face.
“I warned you it would be difficult,” Kalion said softly. “But it had to be done. Are you feeling any better now?”
Erna shook her head, feeling numb and disoriented. But as she looked up at Kalion, she noticed that something was different. His hands were wet, and so was her chest.
“Is that… milk?” she asked, surprised. Kalion nodded, realizing that his massage had been so effective that it had triggered Erna’s lactation. Erna let out a long sigh, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Kalion gently wiped her chest and helped her change into clean clothes.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.
Erna looked at him, confused. “For what?”
“For everything,” he muttered. At his words, Erna turned her head and saw his swollen lower body.
“Is it because of what’s below?” she asked.
“…That’s part of it.” Kalion gave a bitter smile and leaned down to kiss Erna’s sweaty forehead, his lips gentle and tender. “I’ll take care of you from now on,” he promised. “Whatever you need, I’ll do my best to give it to you.”
Erna smiled weakly, feeling grateful for his love and devotion. But then she frowned.
“Can’t we skip the massage next time?”
Kalion chuckled softly. “Everything but that,” he said.
Erna groaned and pouted, and Kalion lowered his head and gently sucked on her breast, as if nursing a baby.
Erna’s body jolted in surprise as she tried to push Kalion’s head away, but he wouldn’t budge. His lips were suckling hard on her nipples, drawing out the milk so strongly that it pooled and dripped down.
Erna’s toes curled from the intense sensation, a strange mix of pain and pleasure. She struggled to break free, but Kalion held onto her arms with both hands, never leaving her breast. With each powerful suck, Erna moaned and shook her head, unable to resist.
“No… please…” she gasped.
Despite Erna’s protests, Kalion persistently clung to her chest and wouldn’t let go of her lips. Milk trickled down from between his lips and her breasts, filling the air with a sweet scent. Kalion held Erna tightly with his arms while burying his face in her chest.
He finally lifted his face and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Both he and Erna’s faces were flushed, the intense experience leaving them breathless. What was a basic survival action for a baby had now become a severe stimulation for the two of them.
Kalion smiled and touched Erna’s breasts with his hands. Milk easily flowed down from the breast he had just suckled, and he squeezed it gently, causing white droplets to collect at the tip of her nipple. As he massaged her breast, the collected milk dripped down her chest.
Without hesitation, Kalion lowered his head and licked every drop, determined not to miss a single one.
Erna’s face twisted in disgust. “You pervert…”
Kalion chuckled. “If I’m a pervert, then you’re one too for feeling it.”
He continued to massage her breasts, speaking again. “And actually, this is a treatment. You have to express milk when it gets cold and hard and hurts.”
Erna raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes, you can ask Orpé tomorrow,” Kalion replied, keeping quiet about the fact that there was a separate tool for such a case. Why use such tools when I’m here, he thought.
Erna was skeptical about Kalion’s answer, but didn’t push him away. Kalion climbed onto her lap for comfort and cupped both her breasts.
“If you’re going to do both, you’ll have to suck all night,” she muttered.
Kalion’s face lit up with a grin, despite her grumbling.