The Mafia's Nanny (SPG)
Oramarai caught him looking at my lipssuck my milki am the nanny of the villainerotic breastfeeding story
Brother… Mom… Please, help me…
Tears blur my eyes as their voices cut through the air—words in a language I don’t understand but recognize, sharp and guttural. Japanese, maybe. Or Mandarin. Whatever it is, it sounds like danger.
“Dōiu imidesu ka?”
[“What do you mean?”]
“Tsumari, jōshi. Kare wa mada kodomoda, shinu kamo shirenai.”
[“I mean, boss. He’s just a child—he might die.”]