Nipple Climax for the Young Lady

I, Choi Woo-joo, felt a childish thrill at the prospect of my first overseas trip. A private jet that looked ridiculously expensive, and a trip to Japan! A massive mansion complete with its own runway! A garden that practically oozed traditional Japanese elegance, and countless maids dressed in kimonos! Yeah, I’d completely forgotten about all that until those very maids dragged me by the hand into one of the rooms.

"........."

Right now, I wasn’t Choi Woo-joo. I was Natsuki Hana, one of the attendants serving this mansion.

"...I’m sorry."

And not only that, I had apparently upset the lady of the house—Yumekawa Kaede.

"............."

The silhouette hidden in the backlight rose from the chair and tossed a thick stack of documents onto the desk in front of me. Yumekawa Kaede—the legendary retired agent of the Japanese branch that Isabelle and Noa had mentioned, and Harumu’s mother. I lowered my head before the woman who had passed all her beauty to her daughter and kept only the ugliness in her eyes.

"This morning, the young lady’s personality suddenly regressed to that of a child. I determined it would be difficult for her to attend the dinner in that state, so—"

As I rapidly spun an excuse under the crushing pressure, the sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the sunlit office, and the impact slammed into my cheek. It hurt like hell. The blow felt like I’d been whipped. I barely managed to steady my staggering legs and finally met Kaede’s gaze as she shook off her hand—the one missing two fingers.

My vision was spinning and my head was a mess, but instinct made me bow my head and speak.

"I’m sorry..."

At the edge of my downward gaze, the documents Kaede had thrown were scattered across the floor. The metallic taste of intense, fresh blood dripped onto those pure white sheets and spread through my mouth. I now knew for certain that this woman called Kaede was neither a good person nor a good mother.

"...Yes."

A boss who bursts her subordinate’s lip out of simple frustration, a mother who tells someone to feed her daughter medicine that burdens her body—there was no way a person like that could be good.

"...Understood."

I could feel the madness radiating from the woman as she patted my shoulder with a bright smile. The precious guest from England was obviously referring to Isabelle. This woman harbored a pathological hatred for Isabelle, who had once humiliated her. I had no idea what she was plotting or what she had done to her own daughter… but one thing was certain: Yumekawa Kaede was the most dangerous person in this mansion.

I bowed once more to Kaede, who was smiling in that sickeningly sweet way, and calmly walked out of the old fox’s den. Only then did I let out a deep sigh.

"Haa… Fuck, that hurts..."

I rubbed my swollen cheek and began walking down the hallway, glancing around.

"Sniff..."

It hurt so much that tears were leaking out, but hidden eyes were watching from every corner of this mansion. For now, I had to act like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nothing was wrong and return to the young lady’s room.

The mansion was as vast as the Mansion of Desire and far more complicated in layout, but thanks to Hana’s memories, finding Harumu’s room wasn’t too difficult. Even the corridor leading to her door was wider than my entire house, and two guards stood before it. As I approached the door that clearly belonged to someone of great importance, the two female guards wearing masks bowed to me and stepped aside.

"...Young lady, it’s me."

I knocked briefly, then opened the door and stepped inside. In the dark, quiet bedroom, soft breathing came from the bedding in the center. I approached the young lady, who was fast asleep in comfortable pajamas like a child who had played hard all day.

"Even her daily rhythm has become that of a child..."

I sat down beside her as she breathed in calm, steady puffs. Her peacefully sleeping ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠face overlapped with the image of that old mother, but Harumu was different. The childlike Harumu was so pure and innocent that it was hard to believe she shared blood with that woman. I still wasn’t sure about the mature Harumu, but this child ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠followed me incredibly well. She was adorable.

"....Mmm, Hana..."

"...Young lady?"

I stroked her hair as she mumbled my name in her sleep, but it seemed she was simply talking in her dreams. Once the young lady fell into a nap, she wouldn’t wake even if someone carried her away…

......Wait, really?

I pulled another piece of information from Hana’s memories. So she was the type who slept deeply once she was out? My cheek was swollen and throbbing from that old woman’s slap, and I wanted to relieve some stress. This was perfect timing.

"...Would you help me, young lady?"

"Suu..."

I whispered sweetly into her ear with a smile and began popping open the buttons of her pajamas one by one. Even though her mind had regressed, the maids had still changed her clothes—perhaps that was why the bra that appeared was a plain one, slightly different from what I had imagined. Licking my lips, I carefully, slowly unhooked the back of her bra—

"...Mmm..."

Even in the shadow of the curtains, her skin glowed pure white, and her pretty pink nipples stood out. Her lovely breasts, small enough to fit perfectly in one hand, bounced up cutely. I had thought so yesterday when I caught a glimpse, but they really were breathtakingly beautiful. They might be a bit smaller than the other Saintesses’, but their shape was perfect.

To keep from waking her, I gently placed my hand over one breast and gave it a soft squeeze.

"...Nngh..."

It was soft and clung perfectly to my palm. And judging by her reaction, it seemed I could have plenty of fun with this side too. Following the image in my head, I put my fingers in my mouth to wet them with saliva. Then I slowly lowered both index fingers, now coated in the viscous fluid of a Saintess, and poked her areolas.

At that moment, Harumu’s body flinched upward in surprise, but she showed no sign of waking. I let out a sigh of relief and focused with everything I had, moving my fingers. I circled slowly around her nipples, coating her areolas as if applying lotion.

"Ha, ugh… Hngh…♡"

Her cheeks grew slightly flushed and her breathing became ragged. Finally, after completing one full circle around her small areola, I added pressure to my finger. I extended my nail and scratched across it even more slowly than before. Every time I scraped the saliva-slicked areola, her nipple twitched violently.

"Ah, ngh…! Hiuut…?♡"

Harumu curled her toes in pleasure, drooling from the corner of her mouth. I tormented her breasts a little more before finally lifting my nails from her areolas. Her nipples, which I hadn’t even touched directly, stood stiff and erect, twitching pitifully. Her hips jerked irregularly, instinctively spreading her pelvis and opening her legs wide. A faint wet stain was visible on her crotch. Her body was craving pleasure once again.

"...It seems developing your nipples slowly would be quite fun, young lady."

"Ngh, hoong… Hiit…♡"

I placed one hand on her breast and blew gently on the opposite nipple. Harumu writhed in her dream, her nipples trembling pitifully. I decided to teach her one more thing—that she could feel good with her nipples, not just her pussy.

This time, I coated my fingers with sticky saliva that wouldn’t dry easily. As I carefully applied it to both of her areolas once more, Harumu thrashed about, letting out rougher moans than before and tensing her muscles. She tried to roll over and hide her chest as if trying to escape, but that wasn’t going to work. I slipped my hand under the blanket, found her nipples, and pinched them ever so lightly between my index finger and thumb.

"Mmm…?♡"

The peaceful breathing sound that escaped her lips told me she thought she had gotten away. Now was the perfect moment. With my slime-coated fingers, I firmly pinched both of her nipples.

"Oohok?♡"

I twisted and pulled them upward—

"Oh, ahet? Ngh, hiiigiiit?♡ Ah, huu…."

Harumu straightened her back, her head jerking and crackling like she’d been electrocuted, and finally opened her eyes. Her expression was full of confusion, still half-asleep and dreamy as she experienced her first nipple climax. I didn’t give her time to fully wake. I turned her body, took one nipple into my mouth, and swept my tongue over it.

"Ooh? Ah, hik, giik…?♡"

With unfocused, half-dreaming eyes, Harumu let out monkey-like moans. I sucked on her nipple with my bumpy tongue while squeezing and twisting the other one as if milking it.

"Ha, na…? Hiook?!♡"

"...It’s a secret game called nipple climax. How does it feel…?"

"Nipple… climax… Harumu feels… good…♡"

I taught the young lady, who was still mumbling in her sleep, a new way to play. Fortunately, she seemed to like it; she stared at the ceiling with a dazed, blissful smile. Until she fully woke from her nap, I kept her nipple in my mouth and sucked on it relentlessly. There was no way milk would come out, but her breasts tasted sweeter than anything else in the world.

"Ah, ngh?♡ Hiyat, ni… pple… feels so good?♡"