CHAPTER 59: BREASTS AND MILK

In the distance, the evening glow had unknowingly slipped below the horizon. At that moment, being held in the arms of Lady Catherine like a child, gently lulled by her humming lullaby, Julian was finally startled awake.

As he pulled his head out from between Lady Catherine’s large fruits, he found himself momentarily too embarrassed to speak.

When he did similar things with Losiya, he realized that he really liked to bury his face in that part of the other person’s body.

In Losiya’s view, it was probably just due to his height—being beneath her during those moments naturally put his face there. Since she herself felt relaxed, she didn’t think it was anything odd.

But in truth, Julian was very partial to that place. Not only during intimate moments—when Losiya held him to sleep or when he leaned against her on normal occasions—he would unconsciously rest his face there.

Now, held in Lady Catherine’s embrace, he couldn’t help but notice how her breast peaks were even more majestic than Losiya’s. As Julian approached them, they felt like full, mature fruits brimming with liquid—almost to the point of overflowing—inevitably stirring up the urge to bury himself within.

Lady Catherine continued to hum gently as she cradled him. Thinking about what she had just said, Julian unconsciously slipped into the role, closing his eyes and naturally nuzzling closer.

He lowered his head and didn’t notice that Lady Catherine wasn’t the slightest bit displeased—in fact, her eyebrows lifted with delight.

Considering their height, body size, and even age difference, Julian resting on her chest truly felt like a child being nursed.

As she sang a lullaby for the child, she was also... feeding the child. That idea alone made Lady Catherine instinctively clamp her legs together.

Catherine’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink as a faint blush spread across her face. With trembling fingers, she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, letting the fabric fall open to reveal the soft, round curves of her full, milky-white breasts, their pink nipples stiffening slightly in the cool air.

Hesitating for just a moment, she then leaned forward, arching her back ever so slightly to offer herself to him.

Julian’s gaze darkened with desire as he took in the alluring sight before him-her supple breasts, so inviting and perfect.

Without a word, he lowered his head and captured one taut nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then with growing hunger. A quiet, breathy moan escaped Catherine’s lips as she shuddered under his touch.

"I... I don’t know if I still have milk..." she whispered, her voice trembling with a mi uncertainty and pleasure.

A thought even flashed across her mind—what if she just pulled open her chest and let him, like a real baby, draw from her liquid?

Fortunately, she still maintained some rationality in the end and didn’t act on such a borderline insane thought.

"All done?" she continued, resting her chin against Julian’s forehead, asking softly.

"Huh?" Julian was slightly confused.

"Feeling a little happier now?" Lady Catherine asked patiently.

Julian recalled the warmth and peace just now, as if lying in his childhood bed, and nodded without hesitation.

"Then forget those unhappy things. People should always look forward, right? You think you’ve become weak, but in truth, this is the real you—not that version of you forged by force and pressure."

Hearing Lady Catherine’s murmuring, Julian gently hummed in agreement.

But after saying those words, Lady Catherine felt a twinge of regret.

Thinking back to Julian’s past, his misfortunes were almost all rooted in his mother’s illness. Telling him to forget those misfortunes... was that asking him to forget his mother too?

While she was dwelling on this, Julian wasn’t thinking nearly as deeply.

He had already "forgotten" his mother long ago. In his harsh reality, remembering he had a mother only brought sorrow and weakness.

"I’ll help you put on your shoes."

As Julian was still lost in thought, Lady Catherine suddenly spoke.

"Ah, no need, I can do it myself." Julian smiled and was just about to stand up when he realized she already had his shoes in her hands.

"Be good." Her lips brushed his forehead as she gently coaxed him.

The cool touch on his forehead made Julian instinctively comply, resting his head on her shoulder as he watched her movements.

She first took hold of Julian’s right foot, her hands gliding silently over it.

There was no denying it—Julian’s feet were small, delicate, and pale. The tops were fair, the soles slightly pink. When his toes curled, that sudden lively image made Catherine’s heart itch.

Julian’s natural body carried a faint, pleasant scent. His feet, held in her hands, were the same—not only odorless, but with a subtle fragrance.

Her left hand unconsciously stroked the arch of his foot, gently holding it and savoring the feeling.

As she focused, Julian couldn’t help but laugh.

"That tickles..." Julian said, nuzzling into her neck, his breath warm against her skin, making her neck twitch.

"Good boy." Lady Catherine set him down and, as Julian looked at her in confusion, lowered her gaze to his waist.

She squatted down, gently aligning his legs, one hand holding the shoe, the other his foot.

As Lady Catherine bent over, Julian found his eyes helplessly drawn to the seductive curves before him. He honestly didn’t know where to look.

Lady Catherine was still dressed conservatively—her robe clinging to her body from her collarbone down to her calves.

Yet, to Julian, the sight before him was strangely alluring.

As she leaned forward, her hips naturally lifted. Her long robe did nothing to hide the exaggerated contrast between her waist and hips.

Those wide, round curves dominated his vision, creating a sharp contrast with the gentle lines of her upper body.

The once modest robe had lost its function, instead outlining her body’s curves in full detail. Julian’s eyes were drawn to the small dip between her hips and the plump curves around it.

What was once conservative now added an indescribable air of decadent temptation. Looking down, Julian instinctively looked up again—no longer daring to continue staring.

Lady Catherine, however, remained focused on helping him with his shoes.

Losiya hadn’t actually prepared feminine shoes for Julian but rather a neutral pair with flat soles.

The ankle area was secured with small buckled straps. Just slip the foot in, fasten the straps, and it was ready to wear.

After placing the right foot in and tying it, she reached for Julian’s left foot and noticed his toenails.

"How long has it been since you trimmed your nails?"

Julian came back from his distracted state, sheepishly scratching his finger and said, "I don’t remember. If they get too long, I just wait for them to break off."

"Break off by themselves?" Lady Catherine couldn’t hide her astonishment.

"Yeah."

Julian replied as if it were normal: "When I’m busy and they get too long, they just break off on their own from bumping into things. So I never really manage them."

Unable to help herself, Catherine mentally reenacted the process. Looking at the slightly damaged toenails, the image of them breaking and bleeding popped into her mind.

"You idiot..."

For once, Lady Catherine lost her temper. She stood up and tapped Julian’s forehead while scolding gently, "That must hurt a lot, you know? It also damages your body."

Julian remained quietly seated. But her words warmed his heart, so he kept a faint smile the whole time.

"If you’re free these next couple of days, I’ll help you take care of them properly..."