16. Breast Milk (1)

-Vroooom!

The appearance of the massager making a loud noise like a motorcycle felt strangely familiar.

From its white streamlined body to the gray head portion.

It was exactly the same massager (Electric Massager) that frequently appeared in AVs from my previous life.

“Y-you’re cr-. Aah!”

Before I could finish speaking, Jane grabbed me.

Her arms tightly wrapped around me showed her determination not to let me escape.

The heart-fluttering atmosphere from just moments ago had completely vanished.

Moreover, my body, which had been tormented by the rotor earlier in the day, hadn’t calmed down yet.

“L-let’s talk this out first.”

I raised both hands to show I had no intention of resisting.

Because I knew full well that even if I tried to run, I’d be caught, and I knew exactly what would happen if I got caught.

Jane held out the massager to me with eyes full of strange anticipation.

“How is it?”

“You said it would take some time. But you finished it so quickly.”

I still remember Jane saying she hadn’t completed it yet due to the complex form and vibration intensity.

Yet here she was with the finished product in less than a day.

Jane answered my question with her usual demeanor.

“I outsourced the main body and solved the vibration part by combining several Cheshnuts.”

“I-I see…”

The Maylily Merchant Group, currently learning how to handle materials while making dildos and condoms, naturally came to mind.

To think the technology of a place named after me had already advanced this far.

So proud my ass.

“Jane, you know this, right? This is for massages.”

“Hmm…”

Though I provided the idea, since Jane was the one who made it, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

Her head was undoubtedly filled with thoughts of using the massager for sexual purposes.

“Vrooom! You heard it, right? The sound. Vrooom! It’s obvious something bad will happen if you put this here.”

I pointed to my crotch while trying to persuade Jane.

But she didn’t respond to my urgent protests.

She only tightened her arms around me.

“Jane? Jane? Master?”

Answer me already!

***

“Ah, aah… Aahn!”

In the end, I couldn’t hold back and let out a lewd moan.

The sensation of my calf muscles, stiff from multiple orgasms earlier in the day, being forcibly loosened by the powerful vibrations.

It hurt and felt torturous, yet goosebumps rose along my spine, accompanied by a thrilling pleasure.

“Feels good?”

At Jane’s laughing question, I exhaled a heavy breath and nodded.

“Good, aah, feels so gooood…”

Satisfaction.

Not just satisfaction-extreme satisfaction.

See, Master, you can make something decent-no, amazing-like this too, not just perverted stuff.

The massager’s head, vibrating so intensely it left afterimages, moved from my calf to my thigh.

“Uuuh… Eeek!”

The vibration spread from the outside inward.

And my body was far more sensitive than I’d thought.

“Eeek! W-wait!”

Just a little, just a tiny bit higher, and my dangerous spot almost reacted.

And my sharp Master would notice even this small change immediately.

“Lily, what’s wrong? Did it hurt?”

Jane tilted her head and asked.

I quickly grabbed the massager she was holding and said,

“This time, I’ll give you a massage.”

“I already tried it while you were sleeping earlier.”

“But it’s different when someone else does it for you. Just try it once. C’mon, c’mon.”

“The massager does all the work anyway.”

“Ah, seriously.”

Forcing Jane to turn around, I brushed her long, black hair to one side.

Her snow-white nape was naturally exposed.

“Gulp.”

I unconsciously wiped the drool from my mouth with the back of my hand.

Only Master could make a nape look this erotic.

“Ah, that’s not it.”

Coming to my senses, I pressed the massager I’d taken from Jane against her shoulder.

And immediately turned up the switch.

Gently, in case it might hurt.

-Vroooom!

“Huh.”

The massager, making motorcycle noises again, began vibrating mercilessly against Jane’s shoulder.

“Ugh… Haa…”

Jane let out a low, heated sigh, her ears slightly reddening.

“Here? Does this feel good?”

“Mmm… Ah, there.”

If it feels this good, why did you refuse?

I felt immensely satisfied watching Jane occasionally tremble as she enjoyed the vibrations.

I subtly lowered my gaze slightly.

Carrying something so big and heavy must be tiring for the shoulders.

Except when she’s tormenting me, Jane rarely shows any emotional changes.

Her dramatic reactions now made me a little giddy.

“This part’s all knotted up too. See, I told you to sit properly.”

The massager moved from her shoulders to her smooth erector spinae.

But the position was awkward for massaging her back while she sat.

“Hey! Lie down.”

Jane, unusually compliant, obeyed.

I climbed onto her buttocks as she lay face down on the bed, legs stretched out.

“Huuuh…”

From her back downward.

As the massager moved from her glutes to her thighs, Jane’s moans grew quieter.

“Hmm?”

Sensing something odd, I turned off the massager.

Her eyes had been gradually closing since the massage started, and now-

Jane was already asleep, breathing softly.

She’d held out with magic, but even that had reached its limit.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

Jane, who’s weak to sleep and loves it, had already stayed up for several nights.

“Ah, wait.”

Seeing Master’s peaceful face, a wicked idea suddenly sprouted.

I had the massager now, and Jane was defenseless.

The gap between her legs, slightly parted from massaging her inner thighs.

-Gulp

I swallowed saliva from the ticklish thirst.

What should I do?

Isn’t this a perfect chance for today’s revenge?

“Sigh… What am I even thinking?”

I didn’t feel like tormenting someone while they slept.

Because I’m not Jane.

Carefully getting off the bed, I brushed aside Jane’s disheveled hair.

Though it’s my room, since Jane often sleeps here, I didn’t mind.

“Sleep well, Master.”

I considered giving her a kiss on the forehead like she always does for me.

But feeling a bit embarrassed, I stopped.

Placing the massager on the table, I turned to leave.

I thought I’d sleep in Jane’s room instead.

Then.

-Tap

“Eek!”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Jane, who’d been sound asleep, grabbed my wrist.

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled me in.

“It’s hot!”

“Sleep, Lily…”

Before I knew it, I was tightly embraced in Jane’s arms.

Warm and fluffy.

“You smell nice…”

In the end, I fell asleep with Master.

***

Having gone to bed early the previous night, Jane and I woke up full of energy.

We leisurely ate breakfast and prepared to open the shop.

Then, the crystal ball Jane had placed on the table began flashing brightly.

“Huh? Jane, what’s this?”

“Ah, a communication crystal. It transmits voices to the other party.”

Jane answered nonchalantly.

But I felt like I’d been hit over the head.

“Wait, you had something like this?”

This world is truly incomprehensible.

But why don’t I get one?

Me, who waits anxiously whenever Jane goes out, wondering when she’ll return?

About to complain out of frustration, I quickly changed my words at Jane’s unusual expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“We can’t open the shop today.”

“Huh?”

“We’re having a guest. Lily, change your clothes.”

My eyes widened at Jane’s words.

If it were Baroness Rosefield, who visits casually, there’d be no need to change clothes.

So it must be someone of higher status…

I quickly put on a neat dress and white stockings.

The way they cling tightly to my legs-

So hard to get used to.

Jane also came downstairs dressed in the clothes she wears to the royal palace.

A suit with pants, a white shirt, and even a vest she never usually wears.

Just who is visiting to warrant all this?

“Ah, they’re here.”

A carriage had stopped in front of the Fairy’s Playground.

Definitely not the Baroness’s carriage.

But I’ve seen it somewhere before.

“Huh? Johnny?”

The large horse I’d met once when Jane and I went on a night-picking picnic.

Now that I think about it, it’s the same carriage we rode that day.

Jane said she borrowed the carriage and horse from the King.

“S-so then?”

As the carriage door opened, Jane waved her finger.

A dark energy spread around us like a curtain.

-Click

Following the sound of shoes, the first to step out was Madame Rosefield.

It was unusual to see her without a maid’s escort, instead supporting someone herself.

The noblewoman holding her hand, with striking blue hair, stepped down next.

Jane bowed respectfully to her.

“Your Majesty, the Queen.”

“Gasp!”

Startled, I took a sharp breath.

Jane gently patted my back.

“It’s been a while, Lord Batory.”

Her voice carried subtle dignity rather than softness.

But her warm smile made her seem not angry.

Jane, however, openly frowned.

Following her gaze, I realized why Master was displeased.

“Hmm, it’s still a secret to the public.”

The Queen stroked her belly, swollen like a mountain, as she spoke.

Jane pressed her temples at this.

“…Please come inside first.”

***

The Queen, supported by the Baroness, slowly entered the shop.

She examined the displayed products with undisguised curiosity.

Jane wasn’t happy about this situation.

It felt like an impurity had entered her peaceful daily life with adorable Lily.

In the past, she might have summoned lightning over the royal palace to vent her anger.

But seeing the clearly pregnant Queen and Lily’s wary expression, she decided to endure it.

“What is the purpose of your visit?”

Of course, her tone turned prickly.

Then Lily entered her view, bringing tea from the kitchen with the Baroness’s maid.

Lily, wearing a dress deliberately styled like a maid’s uniform.

The red collar suited her so well that some of Jane’s irritation faded.

And the Queen didn’t miss that opening.

“How adorable. Won’t you introduce us?”

Her transparent attempt to placate Jane was obvious.

But since Lily really was cute, Jane let it slide.

Pulling Lily into her arms, Jane introduced her to the Queen.

“This is Maylily, my precious treasure.”

The unspoken warning not to lay a finger on her was implied.

The Queen’s eyes widened as she noticed Lily’s eyes and collar.

Lily, now seated on Jane’s lap by accident, felt extremely awkward.

‘Should I run away?’