Chapter 11

I wouldn't say his time exceeded my husband's, but each time he could pinpoint my spot accurately, allowing me to feel pleasure, instead of just rough possession.

I lay on the bed motionless, silent.

After Mr. Xu took a shower, he lingered reluctantly before leaving, he said it was his happiest experience.

It took me over an hour to recover after Mr. Xu left.

In the bathroom, I meticulously cleaned my body, especially that area, which I washed several times.

But I knew that no matter how much I scrubbed, I was still dirty.

I don't know why I became like this, wasn't it just about breastfeeding at the start?

Why didn't I refuse earlier?

Could it be that deep down, I'm just such a promiscuous woman?

If it weren't for my husband, if it weren't for Ling Jie, maybe... I wouldn't have ended up here today.

This is a chaotic society, where the greed of human nature means customers won't behave themselves while being breastfed.

It's up to the wet nurse whether she is willing or not.

But... how many women can truly resist their desires?

After the shower, I left the hotel and went to Mr. Li's to breastfeed the child.

I returned home after the feeding, and just as I finished cooking, my husband got off work.

But to my surprise, after dinner, he said he had to go to the construction site.

I didn't ask much, but after waiting and waiting, and seeing no sign of him by one in the morning, I started to panic.

Fortunately, I knew where his construction site was, so I took a taxi to find him.

At the site, I didn't find him but instead ran into a familiar face, Xiangzi.

"Sister Qin, what brings you here?"

I smiled politely, "Xiangzi, have you seen your brother Qiang?"

Xiangzi scratched his head awkwardly, pointing inside the shed, "They're in there playing cards."

Then, he led me into the shed.

It was a worker's dormitory stinking of sweat and foul odors, with several men sitting around, shouting excitedly.

The smell of sweat, stinky socks, and smoke made me cough incessantly.

My husband quickly noticed me; clearly, he hadn't expected me to show up, and he froze for a moment.

"Wife, you... why are you here?"

In front of so many people, I had to preserve some of his dignity.

So I spoke lightly, "Let's go home, it's late."

My husband laughed awkwardly, "I'll leave right after this round."

Soon, they finished the game.

Seeing my husband's dejected look, I knew he must have lost a fair amount.

Suppressing the anger in my heart, I asked, "How much did you lose?"

My husband, embarrassed, said, "Just... a few hundred."

"That much!?"

Hearing this, I exploded with anger.

My husband had a gambling problem before, and we'd lost a considerable amount of money because of it over the years.

But when I was pregnant, he swore to me he would quit gambling.

What I never expected was that just as our home situation had started to improve, his old habit resurfaced.

He enveloped me in his arms, saying cheerfully, "Wife, I know I was wrong, it's just five hundred after all."

"I promise you, I'll never gamble again, alright, alright, don't be mad anymore."

Looking at my husband's dirty clothes, I felt a twinge of pity and took his hand, heading home.

Once we arrived, he crashed into bed and fell asleep immediately.

But my breasts were swollen and aching, keeping me from sleep.

With a gentle squeeze, the fluid began flowing out.

I wanted to wake my husband, to ask for his help.

However, he slept like a log, unresponsive to my nudging.

Helpless, I found a cup and expressed the milk myself.

The night passed without incident, and the next day, as usual, I went to Mr. Li's house to breastfeed his child.

Sister Zhao wasn't home, and Aunt Liu opened the door for me.

She greeted me with a smile and invited me to sit on the couch, then brought the baby out from the bedroom.

But just then the bedroom door opened, and Mr. Li, clad in a bathrobe, appeared before me. His eyes lit up upon seeing me, and he quickly said with a smile, "Aunt Liu, give me the baby, would you go feed the dog?"

"Of course, Boss," Aunt Liu replied, handing over the child to Mr. Li.

I don't know why, but whenever I faced Mr. Li, I always felt particularly nervous.

Mr. Li, holding the baby, sat across from me without saying a word.

I hesitated for a moment but then unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, revealing just enough to expose my cherries.

Fingers reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra.

As soon as I undid my bra, my full breasts sprang free, and Mr. Li leered at them, his lips curling into a meaningful smile.

"Son, time for milk," he said excitedly, placing the child into my arms, then stood there, watching me breastfeed with a grin.

The little one, ravenous, latched onto my cherry and began to suck vigorously.

My heart pounded wildly, and I could only keep my gaze down at the nursing child, not daring to meet Mr. Li's eyes.

Truth be told, he truly intimidated me.

A few minutes later, the baby had its fill and fell asleep in my arms.

I gently wiped away the milk from the baby's lips, carried him into the bedroom, and laid him in the crib.

Just as I was about to leave, Mr. Li rushed in, grabbed hold of my breast, and said tremblingly, "Qin Qin, I've missed you, I want your peach."

Blushing at his crude words, I felt utterly flustered.

Before I could respond, Mr. Li began to knead my peach without ceremony, even pinching my cherry between two fingers and squeezing gently.

My milk was abundant, too much for an infant to consume, and his squeezing caused it to spray out.

Seeing the white stream, Mr. Li eagerly extended his tongue and licked my cherry.

"Mmm..."

I hadn't expected his sudden action, unguarded.

So, when the tingling sensation hit, I couldn't help but cry out.

Hearing my cry, Mr. Li's face flushed with excitement; he pushed me against the wall, buried his face in my chest, and latched onto my cherry, sucking hungrily.

However, his movements were clumsy, his teeth occasionally nipping at my cherry, which discomforted me.

Seeing my pained expression, he didn't stop but instead applied more force.

His other hand continued to play with my cherry, tweaking it relentlessly.

His actions instantly elicited a response from my body, my legs went weak, and I involuntarily squeezed them together.

But squeezing my legs inevitably led to friction in that secret area, and with the intense stimulation, dampness began to form there.

As he fed, Mr. Li grew more excited and slid his hand into my panties.

I clenched my legs together, twisting my body, trying to stop him from touching me there.

But Mr. Li was strong, and his fingers forced their way through the gap between my legs, slowly nearing my private area...