Dashing Student

Chapter 381 - 381, Massage

Seeing Wang Shuyao’s pained expression and her eyes filled with pleading, Chen Nan agreed without hesitation, speaking softly, "Auntie, please lie flat on the couch first."

Wang Shuyao hummed in acknowledgment, bravely enduring the pain in her chest as she lay down flat on the couch, and slid the straps off her shoulders, revealing her sensual collarbones and the full, exaggerated curve of her bust.

Though it seemed pale and tender, giving a strong visual impact, the sight of the intricate blue veins crisscrossing her breasts sent shivers down the spine.

"Auntie, I’m starting."

Chen Nan took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. His hands slowly reached out towards Wang Shuyao’s ample bosom.

When his palms touched that soft, warm skin, both of them trembled slightly.

Especially Wang Shuyao, whose pained look now bore a hint of shyness. Had it not been absolutely necessary, she would never have suggested that Chen Nan help relieve her blocked milk ducts.

After all, Chen Nan was her junior.

Chen Nan, too, suppressed the throbbing in his heart. His fingers danced like nimble sprites, carefully massaging along the direction of the milk ducts.

His movements were gentle and rhythmic. Each press was like playing a soothing piece of music, causing Wang Shuyao to feel a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Wang Shuyao’s breasts slightly changed shape under his hands, their full softness filled with elasticity, gently swaying with his movements.

As Chen Nan massaged, a charming flush appeared on Wang Shuyao’s face; her eyes springlike, her teeth lightly biting her red lips, she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. The sound was like the low warble of a nightingale, filled with allure.

Hearing the sounds by his ear, a strong palpitation surged in Chen Nan’s heart, his breathing growing heavier.

However,

He didn’t lose his composure, his gaze remained focused, avoiding the arousing sight. But the fair skin and tempting cleavage so close at hand relentlessly assaulted his vision, tantalizing his heartstrings.

At this moment,

Chen Nan could feel Wang Shuyao’s heartbeat, the quick and forceful beats transmitted through his fingertips as if providing a silent response.

He gradually increased the strength of his hands, attempting to unblock the clogged milk ducts.

With his massaging, some milk began to leak out, the warm fluid dampening his fingers, making the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

Wang Shuyao closed her eyes tightly, her brows alternately furrowing and relaxing.

Her body twisted slightly, reveling in the relief from pain while engulfed in this novel sensation she had never experienced.

Her cheeks turned rosy, like a blooming rose, the vibrant hue spreading from her cheeks to her neck.

Her breaths quickened, each exhale carrying a hint of sweetness that lingered around Chen Nan.

Chen Nan’s forehead, too, began to perspire with fine beads of sweat, as he strove to control his emotions, not allowing his desires to overflow.

His burning hands continued to massage her full chest, his thumbs and index fingers gently pinching Wang Shuyao’s two pink buds, cautiously squeezing, trying to help the milk flow out.

Feeling the tingling sensation from her front, Wang Shuyao’s body suddenly trembled, and she involuntarily opened her eyes, looking towards Chen Nan with a face full of shyness, "Don’t pinch there..."

Chen Nan’s massage was already intensely stimulating for her, not to mention him squeezing her sensitive spots, making it unbearable.

Suppressing the turmoil within, Chen Nan couldn’t help but say, "Auntie, there’s no other way. I have to help you squeeze out the milk."

"Then take it slow," Wang Shuyao said, her face flushed with shame as she closed her eyes tightly, her slightly trembling eyelashes betraying her inner nervousness and trepidation.

Chen Nan made a sound of affirmation and gently squeezed the two pink cherries on Wang Shuyao’s chest, and with his pressure, an enchanting melody escaped from her lips.

Her face turned crimson, her legs tightly clasped together, and a strong desire rose within her heart.

At this moment, she was consumed by desire, her mouth parched and tongue scorched.

As time went on,

Wang Shuyao felt the pain in her chest gradually subside, and her body became more relaxed.

Chen Nan’s massage continued.

His hands glided, pressed, and kneaded over her breasts, each movement filled with strength and gentleness.

The air around them seemed to thicken, pervaded with an ambiguous and fiery atmosphere, both of them immersed in this unique ambiance.

However, Wang Shuyao did not secrete much milk, and her ample bosom remained swollen.

Chen Nan broke the silence, "Auntie, do you have a breast pump at home?"

"What do you need a breast pump for?" Wang Shuyao slowly opened her tender eyes, her cheeks blushing a delicate peachy red, like a ripe peach so succulent one could hardly resist the urge to take a bite.

Gazing at the seductive woman before him, Chen Nan instinctively swallowed, "Although I’ve just helped you relieve some pressure, the milk hasn’t been expressed. It needs to be drawn out with some help."

Wang Shuyao was about to speak when she caught sight of the abnormal bulge between Chen Nan’s legs from the corner of her eye, causing her heart to contract fiercely, a nearly suffocating sensation washing over her.

Even though there was clothing between them,

She could feel the exaggerated bulge before Chen Nan, leaving her astonished, as she had not expected Chen Nan’s endowment to be so formidable.

For a moment,

Her desire grew even stronger; after all, she was married to a man more than a decade her senior who couldn’t satisfy her physical needs.

Wouldn’t it be a very joyful and wonderful experience to have close contact with Chen Nan, a handsome and well-endowed young man?

With that thought, a hint of helplessness appeared in Wang Shuyao’s eyes, "There is indeed a breast pump we bought at home, but... it’s broken."

She paused before nervously looking at Chen Nan and couldn’t help saying, "Chen Nan, Uncle Zhao isn’t back yet, could you help auntie and do it?"

"What?"

Chen Nan was completely bewildered, at first thinking he had imagined it.

Her face blushing, Wang Shuyao, enduring her inner shame, said, "Auntie wants you to help express it."

Chen Nan looked at her, perplexed and troubled, "Auntie, this doesn’t seem right."

Pouting, her face flushed, Wang Shuyao protested, "What’s wrong with that? Do you want your little brother to go hungry? Do you want auntie to keep enduring the pain of engorgement?"

"You’ve already helped so much; this last step isn’t too much, come on!" A hint of pain appeared in her eyes, making her appear pitiable.

"Alright then!"

Finally, Chen Nan chose to compromise, bending down and taking in Wang Shuyao’s pale pink... with a heart full of excitement and apprehension.