13. Inverted Nipple Treatment (1)

“Ugh, I feel sticky.”

I woke up again this morning drenched in sweat.

The summers here aren’t as humid as Korea’s.

Even with just a slight temperature rise, my weak body reacts sensitively to the climate.

My head feels foggy, and there’s a prickling sensation in my stomach.

At first, I thought I had stomachache from kicking off my blanket while sleeping.

But after examining me, Jane concluded it was just from sweating too much.

Still, I don’t trust my bladder sphincter enough these days to drink lots of water before bed.

“Hiiiing… I should wash up.”

Stretching lightly to shake off sleepiness, I headed straight to the bathroom.

I’ll hang the damp blanket in the sun later.

Having forgotten to bring a change of clothes after washing, I walked naked down the hallway.

I’ve come too far to feel embarrassed now.

I confidently opened my dresser drawer, then gaped in shock.

“What is this?”

The underwear drawer that should be half empty was completely full.

With things I’d never seen before.

There should normally be two types:

Simple camisoles with minimal embroidery and small ribbons to reduce discomfort.

Similarly plain, loose drawers in solid colors.

The problem was the underwear sitting beside them.

I picked up one neatly folded piece to examine.

“What is this?”

The visual was so shocking I could only repeat myself like an idiot.

Black lace underwear that looked completely incapable of performing underwear’s basic functions.

A bra and panty set, no less.

The modest cups and thin straps seemed custom-made for someone my size.

“I never told Auntie about this kind?”

I definitely didn’t remember doing so.

Though I might have jokingly sketched something like this for Hans once.

“Hmm?”

Looking closer, I noticed small embroidered letters on the bra’s side bone.

“Londinium Boutique. Of course.”

The capital’s most prestigious women’s clothing store, and Master’s regular shop.

The culprit was obviously Jane.

Without hesitation, I left my room and knocked on Jane’s door.

A bit early, but she wouldn’t mind being woken up.

*knock knock*

“Jane, are you still asleep?”

I waited briefly, but sensed no movement inside.

Still wandering dreamland, then.

I opened the door to find a rolled-up blanket cocoon.

“Jane, Master, wake up.”

Shaking the enthusiastic blanket bundle, Jane squirmed her way out.

She wore only underwear beneath – no pajamas.

The sleep bra Auntie made tightly supported Jane’s massive chest.

But the front opening revealed a dizzying valley.

And the snug bikini panties clinging to her hips stimulated something masculine in me.

Not that I have one, but it feels like it’s hardening.

“Ahem.”

Jane called me in a low, sleepy voice.

“Lily…”

“Yes?”

“Even at home… you should wear clothes…”

Hearing this familiar scolding, I almost retorted reflexively.

“Jane sometimes””, never mind.”

Instead, I explained why I’d woken her early.

“You messed with my dresser again. I told you not to touch it.”

Saying it out loud made me sound like a teenage daughter scolding her mom.

Jane nodded calmly.

“Yeah, I thought Lily needed bras and panties too.”

“I don’t need bras. It’s not like I have anything to sag.”

It’s not like I’m carrying around monstrous weights like Jane.

But Jane’s expression turned strange.

I don’t know why, but she looked slightly hurt.

“You won’t wear them? I ordered them hoping you would.”

My resolve weakened and I offered a compromise.

“I’ll wear the panties. But bras are…”

“You made me wear one…”

“That was for comfort! Ugh, my head.”

A sudden headache made me press my temples.

But Jane was persistent.

I retreated another step.

“You’ll wear them?”

“I’ll wear normal ones.”

“Normal?”

“Not the sexy kind. Not that weird lace stuff with holes everywhere.”

The kind that might as well not be worn with all its perforations.

Jane tilted her head at my grumbling.

“Lily would look sexy in anything though?”

“That’s not…”

I couldn’t argue further because Jane suddenly hugged me and flopped back down.

“It’s hot. Let go. Get off.”

Though my tone was brusque, my pushing hands had no strength.

I soon gave up resisting entirely.

“Sleep a bit more?”

“I just washed up. I’ll get sweaty again.”

“I’ll wash you.”

“You won’t do anything weird, right?”

No answer. Unsettling.

“Jane? Master?”

Why won’t you answer me?

***

We ended up sleeping more.

The shop didn’t open, and Jane didn’t go to the royal palace.

I thought she had an appointment – is this really okay?

“Yaaawn~”

After a jaw-cracking yawn, I carefully peeled away the arms hugging me.

Then quietly got up so as not to wake the still-sleeping Jane.

“Ah!”

But I accidentally let out a small gasp.

“Lily?”

Jane’s eyes flew open as she quickly checked me over.

Embarrassed, I flushed red.

“I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

“You’re not hurt anywhere?”

“Really, I’m perfectly fine.”

But Jane narrowed her eyes.

“Then why are you covering your chest?”

“Because I’m embarrassed?”

Jane grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm down.

Then closely examined the chest I’d been hiding.

“They’re swollen.”

My nipples, having suffered last time, had become even more sensitive.

But the real problem was different.

Inversion.

Where normally protruding nipples remain buried in the flesh.

With summer’s higher temperatures making me sweat more, my overly sensitive nipples had swollen.

Jane said seriously:

“Let’s treat this first.”

I said firmly:

“I’m absolutely not using that ointment from last time.”

“…Tch.”

“Why are you clicking your tongue?”

I knew it, really.

Wearing only Jane’s shirt, we went down to the basement lab.

Watching closely in case she pulled out that awful potion again, I didn’t take my eyes off her.

“This is different from last time. See? The color’s different. But it works slower.”

“I’ll apply it myself.”

“I’ll do it.”

Jane showed unwavering determination.

Why is she so passionate about this?

In the end, we agreed Jane would apply it.

But with no hands allowed.

“Th-that is?”

“A brush.”

The problem was I’d dug my own grave.

Jane dipped the brush in the sticky medication.

Then began slowly applying the ointment.

“Hhht…!”

The taut, swollen nipples stung at the slightest touch.

The brush moved excruciatingly slowly over them.

I bit my lip to suppress moans.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Uuun, huuu…”

“Are you getting turned on by treatment? Lily really is a pervert.”

“Haa.”

I couldn’t argue.

Because I really was.

It hurts.

It definitely hurts, but the ticklish sensation feels strangely good.

The fine hairs circling my areola before finally scraping the central nipple.

The stimulation was weaker than fingers but somehow harder to endure, transforming into unbearable pleasure.

“Hhuung, yit!”

“You don’t have to hold back. It’s just you and me here.”

Jane’s subtly seductive whisper pierced my eardrums.

The hairs lightly teasing my nipple tips felt like forcibly extracting air from my lungs.

“Haaang!”

A vulgar moan escaped before I could cover my mouth.

My ears and nape burned.

Jane’s satisfied smile was slightly annoying.

“There, treatment done.”

Having completed the simple medical procedure, Jane put the brush away without hesitation.

This ointment worked quickly too, the swelling subsiding fast.

Side effects…

None yet.

For now.

The drying medication felt cool on my chest.

With the pain gone and no further stimulation, my erect nipples gradually relaxed.

“Ah, they went back in.”

“Hmm…”

Jane, who’d watched the whole process closely, looked worried.

“They’ll swell again though?”

“Really?”

“With inverted nipples, it’s unavoidable even with frequent washing.”

Having to live with this pain…

Another reason to dislike summer.

“Well, we treated it for now. Should we go up?”

“Wait, Lily.”

“Huh?”

Jane, deep in thought, sat me back down as I tried to rise.

“Want to fix the inversion while we’re at it?”

“You can do that? Of course!”

Excited at reducing future discomfort, I nodded vigorously.

Then realized something was wrong.

“Yeah?”

“Uh… can I take it back?”

When Jane smiles like this, something bad always happens.

***

My ominous premonition came true.

Because Jane carried me downstairs.

“P-put me down! Jane! Put me down!”

Below the basement lab was only storage and the breeding ground.

I prayed we’d go to storage, but heartless Jane headed for the breeding area.

We arrived at the room where I first met Mandy.

Handing me the familiar flowerpot, Jane left to fetch something.

“Escape is… damn it.”

The only exit was where Jane had gone.

Quickly accepting reality, I watched Mandy slowly emerge from the soil instead of struggling.

Time passed surprisingly fast.

“Miss me?”

“Not at all.”

Jane returned carrying a fish tank.

Remembering Pepino, I scrambled away.

Fortunately, it wasn’t that horrific imitation sea cucumber.

“This is…”

“It’s called sea lettuce.”

“…What?”

“Sea lettuce.”

I couldn’t help but comment:

“That’s a really titty name.”