Ch.292292. Love’s Punishment

“……?”

As he strokes the back of my head and whispers in my ear, he slowly raises his head to look at me. His usual energetic appearance is nowhere to be found, and his eyes look unfocused.

The reason he looks like an abandoned puppy like this… is probably because of me, right?

Half-jokingly, half-seriously, I told him to be more perceptive, and it seems that was quite a shock to him as he can’t seem to come to his senses.

Seeing him so affected by just one comment of mine makes me feel tender, but at the same time, I want to keep admiring this unusually deflated side of him.

With his shirt unbuttoned and his chest exposed while he’s completely relaxed, it’s actually quite sexy in its own way.

“……Ahem.”

I unconsciously reached out to touch his chest but quickly stopped my hand. This isn’t the time for that. I can satisfy my desires later; first, I should cheer him up.

“Husband.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Want to touch my breasts?”

“……Really?”

“Yes, really.”

I tap the upper part of my chest exposed above the corset as I ask, and life returns to his eyes. If his face looked half-dead just moments ago, now he looks like someone who’s been given a performance-enhancing drug.

He had exactly this expression the first time I embraced him. I thought I’d never see that expression again, but now that I’m seeing it once more, it’s both amusing and nostalgic.

Back then, he used to be so happy with just a kiss on the cheek, but these days, nothing less than breasts seems to work. Oh well.

With a smirk, I pulled down my corset. As the constricting feeling around my chest disappeared, my breasts bounced elastically up and down.

“Here, the breasts my husband loves.”

I moved back slightly to make it easier for him to touch. The distance between us is about fifty centimeters. In other words, we could touch each other anywhere just by reaching out.

He gulped, then slowly extended his right hand and grasped my breast. As he curled his fingers into his palm and applied pressure, my erect nipple slipped between his finger joints, sending a tingling sensation through me.

“Husband, how is it? Does it feel good?”

“Yes… it’s good.”

“Heh, how good is it?”

“……I don’t know.”

Though he hesitates to answer, his right hand doesn’t stop. As his smile suggests, he’s completely captivated by my breasts, gently pressing my nipple with his index and middle fingers, squeezing my breast, and repeatedly kneading it by opening and closing his palm.

He touches firmly, then gently kneads. He taps my nipple lightly as if caressing it, then gathers and squeezes it firmly, holding it tightly for a while as if enjoying the sensation.

“Nabi.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“……Can I suck them?”

His hand suddenly stops, and I wonder what’s happening when he cautiously asks while glancing at me. We’ve already done everything, we’re married, and we even have a child, yet he’s asking for my permission as if it’s something new.

He wouldn’t normally be like this, so his confidence must have really taken a hit. Well, it’s refreshing to see this lovable side of him too. I nodded with a smile.

“Yes, go ahead.”

Since I’m giving permission, I might as well make it more comfortable for him. I moved to his side, where he was leaning against the headboard. Sitting at a slight angle, diagonally, creates a position where he can more comfortably lick my breasts.

Like a mother nursing a baby, I offered him my right breast and reached down with my hand. Since he’s going to suck and lick my breast, I should get to do something I want too, right?

I unbuckled his belt and slipped my left hand inside his boxer briefs. Meanwhile, he grabbed my waist to pull me close and began to gently lick my nipple, moving his tongue around.

“……My husband. Such a baby, a baby.”

His eyes seem to say, ‘Have you ever seen such a big baby?’ So I answered with my eyes too.

‘Seeing how eagerly you’re sucking my nipple, you do seem like a baby.’

Perhaps provoked by my teasing words, his tongue movements on my nipple became a bit rougher. If before he was just gently wetting it with saliva, now he’s using his teeth to nibble slightly or sucking with the tip of his lips.

The tingling sensation grows stronger, and I feel a prickling feeling in my chest and down my spine. I hold his now enlarged member in my hand, slowly massaging it while whispering languidly.

“Husband, you know I’m producing milk now, right?”

“……”

“If you keep sucking like that, it might really come out…?”

If my breasts were empty, it would be different, but when they’re full of milk, I can’t control whether it comes out when sucked. No mother anywhere could do that.

So if my husband keeps sucking my breasts like a baby… milk will inevitably come out. That’s why I indirectly suggested that he might want to stop sucking soon.

Either he didn’t understand what I meant, or he understood but is ignoring it. He sucked and licked my nipple even more enthusiastically. Judging by his reaction, he’s not doing this out of ignorance… he really wants to taste my milk.

“……Heh, you’re really silly.”

Sometimes when he acts like this, it feels like I’m raising two children instead of one. I stroke his hair with a wry smile. He’s sucking so eagerly that I can’t stop him, and the milk will replenish over time anyway. So it should be okay to share a little with him…?

While gently rubbing the back of his head with my right hand, I tugged at his underwear and pants with my left. He shifts his body to remove his lower garments. With the barrier gone, his large member stands tall.

Still letting him suckle at my breast, I grasp his cock and slowly move my hand up and down. Since I’m sitting at an angle and using only one hand, I naturally focus on stimulating the glans and the back vein.

I make a ring with my fingers and stroke the bulging part where the mushroom-shaped glans meets the shaft. Though he doesn’t say anything, he must be feeling good because a clear liquid begins to seep from the tip of his cock as he eagerly sucks my breast.

Judging by the small amount, it’s not semen but pre-cum. That lubricant-like fluid that comes out of a man’s penis during sex.

“Heh… husband.”

“……Yes.”

“Does it feel good when I use my hand?”

The fact that pre-cum appeared means my husband is enjoying my hand. But I asked anyway. I wanted to hear sweet sounds from his mouth as he sucked my breast as if it were coated with honey, completely entranced.

You know those lines like “You make me feel good,” “I’m turned on,” “Why are you so sexy”? Things you’d never say when sober but are acceptable when you’re both highly aroused.

But he has a somewhat conservative side and doesn’t often talk dirty. He does it secretly sometimes, but rarely openly. I don’t know if it’s because he’s embarrassed, if the words don’t come naturally to him, or if he’s being considerate of me, but I want to hear it.

There’s a difference between knowing he’s aroused by my actions, gestures, and tone because I can see his erection, and having him express in his own words how excited he is and what he wants to do… There’s also that psychology where you want to see someone who’s usually calm and serious become disheveled and broken because of you—a rather wicked psychology.

“It’s good….”

“……How good is it?”

Even though I knew it was a mischievous question, I couldn’t help but ask. He’s quite perceptive, so wouldn’t he know what I want and give it to me?

With a mix of anticipation and excitement, I waited nervously. He removed his mouth from my breast. Looking up at me with hazy eyes, he slowly opened his mouth.

“Right now….”

“Right now…?”

“I want to pounce on you.”

“……”

…Oh, he really said it.

“What are you doing?”

“……Huh?”

“Your hand stopped.”

“Ah… I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

I stammered without realizing it, then hurriedly moved my fingers. But my awkward hand movements didn’t satisfy him, as he gently grabbed the back of my head and directed me to look at his lower body.

“Your hand is too slow.”

“……Faster?”

“I’d prefer something other than your hand.”

Something other than my hand… that can only mean my mouth. I briefly met his gaze, and he nodded toward his cock as if to say, “What are you waiting for?”

Is it because his attitude is so different from usual, so domineering…? Despite his commanding tone, far from feeling bad, my heart is racing. Suppressing my pounding heart, I carefully lowered my upper body.

I opened my lips wide and slowly took his cock into my mouth.

“……How is it?”

“It’s good… just a bit harder.”

“Harder…?”

“Like this.”

He placed his hand on the back of my head and pressed down firmly. His cock advanced deeply, touching the roof of my mouth. Whether because it’s so large or because it almost reached my uvula, I nearly coughed involuntarily.

Though he didn’t explicitly command anything, I held back, fearing punishment if I spat it out. As I tightly pursed my lips around the glans, he stroked my head and whispered:

“Don’t just hold it, suck it. You know how, right?”

“……Yes, I do.”

I did as he instructed, diligently pursing my lips tightly around the glans and sucking until it made slurping sounds. I gave him oral service so passionately that my waist trembled and my head felt dizzy… I truly pleased him with all my heart.

Yet, no semen came from his cock. I wanted him to ejaculate quickly so I could clean up and rest, but far from ejaculating, he reached his left hand toward my lower body and tore the crotch of my fishnet stockings to insert his fingers.

His thick fingers immediately invaded inside my thin underwear. He moved his fingers around, gently rubbing my clit and pussy, making wet sounds, then thrust his index finger deep inside, tapping the upper wall.

“Mmm…… hnn, hmm….”

Sucking his cock with its strong masculine scent while having my precious place stimulated makes my lower abdomen feel like it’s pounding and trembling. To put it more explicitly, it’s as if my womb is begging for his semen…

It’s not just exaggeration… this sensation isn’t unfamiliar. I’ve felt it several times before. Mainly when I seduced him first, and he, unable to resist, pounced on me. Just before his cock entered me, this feeling always dominated my body.

Though invisible, the sticky love juices flowing down my thighs have probably soaked his fingers completely. I thought I should try to control myself so I don’t look like a pervert dripping so much… but my body had long since escaped my control.

The more I lick and suck his cock with my tongue and lips, the more his fingers touch my pleasure spots, the more strength leaves my limbs. In this situation, all I can do is desperately clench my flowing pussy and service his cock with all the affection I can muster.

“……Hnngh, hmm… slurp….”

As I diligently sucked his cock with a hazy mind, his fingers slowed down, and I felt his cock throb in my mouth. Instinctively realizing that he wanted to cum soon, I gently stimulated the back of his glans with my tightly pursed lips.

I wrapped my lips tightly around the glans, engulfing it completely, and pushed it deep into my mouth as if to swallow it to the root, then moved my head up and down….

“Hnn…… mmm, slurp… gulp, hmm….”

“……Phew.”

…Like this, his cock happily spurts semen in pulses.

I did my best to assist his ejaculation. To make it feel even better and help him release more semen, I gently massaged his balls with my hand while tapping the vein on the back of his cock with my lips.

When I stimulated his favorite spots—the back of his cock and his balls—simultaneously, his cock released endless amounts of semen. The quantity was so great that even after swallowing some, it still filled my mouth.

But I didn’t let any spill. After catching every drop of semen without missing any, I slowly removed my lips.

“……Mmm, gulp.”

I slightly opened my mouth to show him that I had received all his semen, then savored it and swallowed it with deliberate gulps. Watching me, he gently tickled my chin with a face that looked somewhat refreshed after his intense ejaculation.

“Husband… did I do well?”

“Yes, you did well.”

“Then…… since I did well, can I get a reward?”

“A reward?”

“……I think your cock would be a good reward.”

My pussy, peeking through the torn stockings, is already soaked with love juices and dripping wet. Having just tasted his semen with my tongue, my lower abdomen keeps pounding, and my whole body feels tingly—I don’t think I can hold back anymore.

It’s nice to smell his cock and suck it, but… now my pussy is so heated that it’s hard to endure. I wish he would thrust into me mercilessly with his cock.

“You want my cock as a reward?”

“Yes… is that not okay? I want your cock so badly….”

“Seeing how wet you are, it seems that way, but shouldn’t you be punished rather than rewarded?”

“……Why?”

“Nabi, you came before I did.”

“That’s…… hnng, hmm….”

He inserted his right index and middle fingers into my pussy, then quickly pulled them out. The surface of his fingers, soaked with my juices, glistens.

He taps my lips with his wet fingers. Though he doesn’t say anything, it seems he wants me to open my lips. Without replying, I obediently opened my mouth, took his fingers in, and sucked them diligently while chewing gently.

“Would you like me to put it in?”

“Yes, I’d like you to….”

“‘I’d like you to’ isn’t right. You need to ask properly.”

“Please put your cock in me….”

“That lacks sincerity.”

His fingers that were in my mouth slip out. I sensed that this was my last chance. If I don’t earnestly beg, he won’t grant my request.

Realizing this… I suddenly felt urgent. I extended both arms to wrap around his neck, pulled him slightly to meet his eyes, and said:

“……Master.”

“……”

“I… I got so wet just from sucking Master’s cock.”

“And?”

“Since I got wet without Master’s permission, on my own… shouldn’t you punish me?”

“……Punishment, huh.”

“So, for this naughty bunny who doesn’t listen to Master… please give me a harsh punishment♡”