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I thought I’d relax, but instead I felt more and more nauseated. The cloying perfume of the blonde on my lap irritated me, as did her yapping mouth going on about something. The whole atmosphere started to piss me off, because some kind of anxiety had started creeping up inside me.

After less than an hour with my brother, I decided to head back. That blue-eyed witch manages to mess with my head even from a distance!

The apartment was quiet. I decided to peek into Vicky’s bedroom to make sure she was okay. The door wasn’t locked, and I saw her lying there tightly wrapped in a blanket.

Cursing myself for an idiot, I was about to close the door when I heard a pained moan from her. That anxious feeling twisted in my chest again, and I walked into the room. Vicky was quietly moaning in her sleep, and I wanted to wake her. But the moment I gently touched her face, I realized she had a fever! She was burning up and delirious.

I rushed out of the room, hoping to find a first-aid kit and something for her fever. Luckily, I found everything I needed in the bathroom.

“Vicky, sweetheart, you’re burning up,” I wake my fiancée, and she opens her eyes with a groan. “Here, drink this—it's for the fever. Does anything hurt?”

“My breasts,” she whispers, and her answer stuns me—I don’t understand. “I can’t even touch it. It’s hard… it hurts… I’m so cold…” the girl shivers.

Well, I mean, if she had said her throat was inflamed, or her stomach hurt, or her ear—then I’d know what to do! But… her breasts?! I have no idea what to do! I’ve never had symptoms like that!

I immediately call our family doctor, Tamara, and I couldn’t care less that it’s almost midnight.

“Kirill, did something happen?” I hear the sleepy voice of the woman who can actually help in this situation. I give her a quick explanation. “Tell me, is your girl by any chance weaning off breastfeeding?”

“Yes,” I blurt out like an idiot. “She’s weaning them off right now.”

“Well that’s what you should have started with!” Tamara snaps. “Ask her if she took any medication for it.”

I ask Vicky, and she tells me the name, which I relay to the doctor.

“Give her the fever reducer, and she needs to thoroughly express the milk, and then wrap her breasts tightly,” the doctor explains, and once again I’m floored at the word ‘express’.

“Uh… how exactly?”

“Trust me, she knows,” the woman snorts. “Her breast milk is backing up. Obviously, her lactation was very abundant, and abruptly stopping it can have these consequences. Simply put, there’s too much stagnant milk in the breasts—hence the insane pain and the fever.”

After listening to all of the instructions, I relay them to the blonde. She barely manages to get up from the bed, and I escort her to the bathroom. About five minutes later, the bathroom door opens and I see Vicky—pale and in tears.

“What happened?” It was hard to keep my panic under control.

“I can’t,” she whispers through a sob, looking at me with despair. “It hurts so much…”

“Don’t cry, baby,” I try to calm my fiancée, though I’m on the brink myself. “Let me help you? Tell me what I need to do.”

Vicky hesitated, but then gave in. She sat down on the edge of the tub and pulled down her robe and pajamas, baring her boobs.

Holy heavens! Her breasts are enormous!

Male physiology kicked in immediately, distracting me from the problem and switching on my wild imagination. I try to chase the spell away when I hear a painful moan.

“Okay, hold on,” I clear my throat and carefully touch her bare breast. “Shit! It’s so hot and hard—like a rock!”

I’ve seen a lot of boobs in my life, all kinds of density, but Vicky’s are honestly abnormally hard right now.

“You need to press on them toward the nipple,” the girl moaned, and I pressed slightly… and instantly regretted it. Tears burst from her eyes, and she shut them in pain, biting her lip.

Fuck! My heart just broke for her.

“Did I do something wrong?!” I ask, frightened.

“No. You did everything right, I just have to push through it,” she barely managed through tears.

I started massaging her breast as gently and carefully as I could, pressing out the built-up milk drop by drop. The funny part is, I realized I wasn’t grossed out at all, even though normally I’m a pretty squeamish person.

With every minute of manipulating her breast, it became a bit softer, and more milk came out. My touch no longer caused the blonde excruciating pain, which I could tell from the stopped tears and pain-filled moans.

But now I was the one wanting to moan from the pain! My dick was straining toward her so hard it was becoming unbearable.

Almost nothing was coming out of her breast anymore, and I just froze with my hand on the curve of it. We were looking into each other’s eyes. Despite everything happening here, her blue eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen.

“I think that’s enough,” she rasped, swallowing hard and lowering her gaze. “Thank you, I’ll take care of the rest myself.”

But I didn’t leave. For safety reasons, of course. Then Vicky found an elastic bandage and started wrapping her chest. The strip ended on her back, and I helped fasten it and draped a robe over her shoulders.

The girl turned around, and there was barely any space left between us. An irresistible desire to kiss those tormented lips surged through me, and I gave in, leaning toward the girl who, for the first time, didn’t push me away. When only a couple of millimeters remained between our lips, I heard my fiancée’s icy voice — the kind that made me desperately wish I could rewind time.

“You smell like another woman…”