YM778.TV Chapter 34 Savory Breakfast II *
With a soft, reassuring smile, The maid lifted one of her full, rounded breasts, guiding it towards him, her fingers brushing his cheek. "Go on," she murmured with a gentle tease, "don\'t be shy." Her voice was inviting, and her gentle encouragement melted any hesitation he had. Arthur\'s mouth opened, and his lips closed around her nipple, feeling its warmth and softness. He began sucking slowly, almost instinctively, as if the taste and feel of her were drawing him in deeper.
A hint of sweetness blossomed on his tongue, thick and warm, and he was surprised by the rich taste of her milk—a sensation he hadn\'t anticipated. He glanced up at her, eyes wide with wonder. The maid let out a soft, almost amused laugh, brushing his hair back tenderly.
"What?" she whispered with a soft smile, stroking his cheek. "Surprised is this old maid still lactating?" He simply gazed at her, his eyes asking the question he didn\'t voice, and she leaned down, her face closer now. "After I became a mother, the milk never stopped. All these years, and it\'s still…" She trailed off, her voice growing softer, a touch of vulnerability showing through. "It caused a bit of trouble for me. Sometimes, it\'d seep through and dampen my blouse unexpectedly…" Her lips curled into a smile; her tone playful. "But seeing how much you enjoy it, perhaps it\'s not such a bad thing."
Arthur, now emboldened, tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer. "Then I\'ll make sure it never goes to waste," he replied, his voice low. His mouth resumed its gentle rhythm, his lips and tongue drawing milk from her, savoring the subtle sweetness of her milk. His hands rested on her hips, fingers pressing softly as he drew her closer, his breaths deepening as he continued.
The maid\'s breath hitched softly as he sucked on her nipples, his touch growing more confident. Her hand found his hair, fingers weaving through it as she guided him closer, her own body responding to his intensity. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, each shift accompanied by a deep, instinctive satisfaction that mirrored in her gentle sighs and the faint, almost imperceptible tremble in her shoulders.
As he drank, he felt her warmth surround him, her quiet moans encouraging him to continue, his own enjoyment mirrored in her reactions. His hands wandered, tracing up her sides, caressing the softness of her skin. The maid\'s fingers danced along his shoulders, her touch both soothing and stirring as she murmured softly, "Yes, that\'s it… don\'t stop, young master…"
Hearing maid\'s quiet, breathy moans, Arthur\'s mouth instinctively latched on more firmly, his suction growing with intensity. His other hand reached up, fingers curling around her other breast, kneading the tender flesh with a mix of roughness and care. With each squeeze, he rolled and pinched her sensitive nipple, earning a delighted gasp from her lips—a sound laced with both pleasure and the slightest edge of pain. Her breath hitched as his hands and mouth moved in harmony, her body arching closer to him as if inviting him to take even more. The taste of her, warm and sweet, only encouraged him, driving his desire to a fever pitch.
Finally, after a while, Arthur finally sat up, wiping his mouth and grinning at her.
Arthur\'s gaze lingered on her chest, where a scattering of faint red marks adorned her smooth, fair skin. His teeth had left gentle imprints, and here and there were small signs of his fingers\' attention—the subtle pinches and firm caresses he\'d given as he explored every inch with unrestrained fascination. The tender skin of her breasts bore these traces of his eagerness, and The maid seemed almost proud of them, a soft smile on her flushed face as she looked down at the evidence of their shared moment.
The maid\'s cheeks flushed with warmth, her breath still a little uneven, yet she managed a smile that was both indulgent and pleased. She brushed a hand along her collarbone, trailing lightly over the marks he\'d left on her skin, her eyes meeting his with a satisfied gleam.
"Well," Arthur murmured, a glint of mischief in his eye, "that was… the best breakfast I\'ve ever had."
The maid let out a soft laugh, adjusting her blouse and leaning forward with a playful grin. "Good," she replied, her fingers brushing his arm as if savoring the moment. "You can come back for seconds anytime."
He grinned, and as she patted his cheek affectionately, she added, "Now, did that help jog any memories?"
Of course, Arthur had no recollection of her as his former nanny. But he has a cheat, he activated Observer\'s Gaze, and information scrolled in front of him.
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[Name: Clara Dale]
Age: 38
Race: Human
Affiliation: House Ludwig
Class: Maid of Prestige
[Attributes]
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 17
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 22
Wisdom: 19
Charisma: 27
Luck: 9
[Skills]
Domestic Mastery: Boosts efficiency in household tasks by 30%.
Charm of the Matron: Enhances persuasion with an aura of quiet confidence.
Culinary Expertise: Proficiency in preparing luxurious meals.
Loyalty of the House: Enhances communication and trust within the family by 50%.
Servant\'s Grace: Improves agility in physical tasks.
Arthur grinned, thinking, she really is the perfect maid, tailored for every need. She is an ideal head maid that every household would want. Finally, he turned his attention back to Clara.
"Of course, I remember you now, Clara," he said with a warm smile. "You\'re my beautiful, charming nanny."
Her face lit up with genuine delight. "Oh, young master, it makes me so happy to hear you say that!"
"But" Arthur added with a playful tone, "I could only recall your name. Perhaps if we continued…?"
Clara chuckled, shaking her head. "I\'d love nothing more, but you have somewhere else to be. Master Adam is waiting in the training hall."
Arthur blinked. "My brother?"
"Yes, your sword training with Master Adam. You\'re already late, and I doubt he\'ll be pleased if you keep him waiting." She laughed at his sudden expression of realization.Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn
"Oh… right." Lucious had assigned Adam to train him, and after all these events, it had completely slipped his mind.
"Thank you, Clara. I\'ll be off to the training hall," Arthur said, rising from the bed.
Just as Arthur turned to leave, Clara\'s voice drifted over to him, filled with a playful edge. "Remember, young master…" Her words were smooth, and a mischievous glint shone in her eyes. "Lily may still be young and… inexperienced. If she ever falls short of… meeting your needs, my door is always open." She flashed him a knowing wink, her voice dropping to a soft, inviting tone. "I\'ve got plenty of experience under my belt. Age has its advantages… if you know what I mean."
Arthur smirked, playing along. "I\'ll take you up on that offer." With a nod, he exited the room, heading down the hall.
He strode through the halls, feeling the lingering glances of the maids as they passed by, each casting him shy looks, cheeks flushed, and whispering to one another. Even the knights and servants seemed to watch him with a newfound reverence, as though he has become their idol or something.
Unfazed by the attention, Arthur casually scrolled through the system notifications, smiling at the small amount of EP awarded for his "breakfast" with Clara. Smirking to himself, he entered the private training ground, where his older brother, Adam, sat cross-legged in the rest area, eyes closed in a meditative stance.
Without opening his eyes, Adam muttered, "Took you long enough."