Chapter 156: Ancient Side Story: Devouring the Little Wet Nurse (5)
Ji Ning didn't understand why it had come to this.
She had only thought to make use of her abundant milk and come to the mansion to earn a living. How had it turned into not just feeding the little one, but the grown one as well?
Some time had passed since Prince Duan spoke those words. She kept her head lowered, not daring to answer, feeling the atmosphere grow increasingly tense.
She was a married woman; of course, she didn't want to agree to such a thing. But her status was lowly, and the man sitting across from her was a noble of immense power. She absolutely dared not utter a refusal.
Seeing her lack of response, the man opposite spoke again: "What are you afraid of? It's merely tasting the milk, nothing difficult for you."
Ji Ning clenched her sleeves, her mind in chaos.
Perhaps Prince Duan was simply curious about the taste of human milk and had no other intentions. Her being so coy might only bring trouble upon her family.
Thinking this, Ji Ning had no choice but to stand up and, with difficulty, walk around the desk to come before Prince Duan.
Beneath the intricately embroidered purple wide sleeve, Prince Duan's hand was as long and elegant as the arrow bamboo outside the window, a pleasure to behold.
He raised his hand to grasp Ji Ning's wrist, pulling her to sit sideways on his lap.
Ji Ning was so nervous her breathing became erratic, not daring to sit down fully.
Yet even though she tried not to rest her weight on Prince Duan, she could still feel the two solid, broad legs unique to a man beneath her, pressing warm and hot against the flesh of her bottom, inexplicably suggestive.
Ji Ning kept her head down, eyes averted, not daring to look around. But she still helplessly watched as Prince Duan's hand unhurriedly undid her lapels, pushing aside her outer and inner garments together to reveal the scenery hidden beneath.
Her now completely exposed undergarment had faint white water stains, damp and utterly mortifying for Ji Ning. She closed her eyes in humiliation, yet left a sliver open to steal a glance.
Prince Duan, his neatly bound hair topped with a golden crown, leaned his head close to her chest. He took a deep sniff through the undergarment and praised in a low voice, "You smell so sweet."
Even though he hadn't pressed against her, he teased her into trembling uncontrollably.
Ji Ning pleaded, "Your Highness…" She wanted to tell him to hurry and taste it, then let her go, but she couldn't voice the words that followed, nor dared she, for fear of overstepping.
"Hmm?" Prince Duan raised his head. Their faces were inches apart, and it was hard to say whose breath was more disordered as they intertwined, changing the flavor of everything.
Ji Ning closed her eyes, crystalline tears clinging to her long, fine lashes. She couldn't tell if it was from humiliation or from not daring to look directly at her own gradually rippling heart.
Jiang Ting watched Ji Ning's pitiful, wronged little wife expression, as if she were being forced to submit to another man, and his heart was utterly smitten. But he had to hold back his laughter, and hold back the urge to kiss her, lest he frighten this "ancient native."
Besides, his words and actions had to match his status; he couldn't act recklessly.
Ji Ning closed her eyes, unable to see what was happening. She could only feel Prince Duan's breath draw near, then pull away. Following that, he flipped up her undergarment, releasing a pair of somewhat swollen and aching jade breasts.
She bit her lip, her whole body going limp with shame. Unable to muster any strength, she collapsed entirely against him.
His right arm smoothly wrapped around her waist, offering her support. His other hand cupped the flesh of her breast, kneading it slowly, as if playing with a rare tribute from a small kingdom.
The jade thumb ring on the man's thumb pressed coolly against her breast flesh, paradoxically making every one of his movements imprint more clearly in her mind.
Ji Ning's cheeks flushed crimson. She opened her eyes once, only to be overwhelmed with shame and indignation at the lewd scene.
Yet even when she closed her eyes, she couldn't ignore the sensation that was so comfortable it made the tip of her heart itch.
Her breasts were more impatient than she was. Every time Prince Duan squeezed them, milk would overflow from her nipples, trickling down her fair skin.
After kneading for a while, he pressed the pad of his finger against her nipple and rubbed, seemingly curious about how this sweet-scented liquid actually seeped out.
As he gently rubbed and teased her sensitive spot like this, Ji Ning wanted to moan but bit her lip to stop herself. Unknowingly, below, she was already a muddy mess, wet and slippery, as if reminding her just how wanton and shameless her body was.
Because a strong desire surged in her heart: she wanted Prince Duan to hurry and lick her, to suck on her nipple, to watch the lewd milk flow into his thin, pressed lips.
Just as she was thinking this, he leaned in. His tongue curled up the milk, taking it all into his mouth, tangling around her small, crimson nipple, rapidly teasing it, then sucking hard. He sucked until all the strength in her body drained away along with the flowing milk, and her already drifting soul vanished too.
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