The Nanny of House Herzen - Chapter 12
He sucked deeply, far more intensely than any infant could, drawing the n–ple as if it would reach down to his throat.
“Ah, my lord…”
The man’s throat muscles worked visibly, gulping down the milk with a sound that reverberated like a bell in her ears.
It seemed an eternity passed before he finally released her n–ple, lingering with a last, lazy lick.
Then he looked up at Evelyn again. His face showed no shame despite having secretly nursed from his daughter’s wet nurse.
He commented dryly, “Sweet.”
Evelyn blushed deeply and dropped her gaze. Facing the real man was very different from harboring secret desires for him.
He was a dangerous man, one who might treat her life as lightly as a fly’s.
Now that he had tasted her milk, she hoped he would leave. But instead, he whispered close to her ear.
“Let me suck on this again.”
Then, without a trace of a smile, he turned and walked away.
Evelyn clutched at her racing heart and sat back down in the bathtub. The water had gone cold, but she remained there, unable to move for a long time.
Her body still felt feverishly hot from his touch, and every time she recalled his dark eyes, milk droplets fell anew. Her head spun dizzyingly.
* * *
The next day, Evelyn hardly knew how the hours passed.
Perhaps what happened in the bathtub from start to finish was just a dream. That man, second only to the king in this country, should not have clung to her and suckled like a baby—it must have been a cruel and cunning nightmare.
But no matter how hard she tried, the sweet whisper by her ear wouldn’t fade.
“Let me suck on this again.”
The voice that tickled her ear, the spicy scent from him… Instead of feeling discomfort, Evelyn found her cheeks flushing and wetness forming between her legs every time she thought of it.
Unaware of all this, Johanson simply gazed up at Evelyn and smiled innocently. The guilt made her heart tighten even more.
Days passed and the ‘next time’ the Duke had mentioned did not come.
Perhaps having tasted once, he had lost interest.
If so, it would be a relief. If ‘next time’ comes, he might not be satisfied with just nursing anymore.
From her experience with her former husband, sucking her breasts often led to intercourse. The issue was that the Duke was nothing like her husband.
His interest in her was merely curiosity. Once he had his fill, he would likely dismiss her to silence any potential whispers.
Just as hunters had stalked her at the Marquis’s estate, or the horrors rumored about other women might befall her. She would not be lucky enough to escape death again.
Yet Evelyn’s foolish eyes occasionally glanced down the hallway. Her naive ears clung to the wooden door unnecessarily.
Instead of boldly playing in the bathtub, she lay in bed at night, crossing her legs.
When she fondled her breasts with her own hands, twisted her sticky nipples, those dark eyes naturally came to mind. And with them, she reached her climax.
A month after moving Johanson’s room to the third floor, Evelyn felt an urge to visit the servant’s dining room. As the distance increased, her visits to the dining room had decreased, but she felt like getting away from the third floor for a while.
As she entered the dining room, Kevin, the stablehand, greeted her cheerily.
“Nanny, it’s been a while! You haven’t taken any leisurely walks while the master has been away.”
“…The master is away?”
This was news to Evelyn. Kevin grinned as if surprised she didn’t know.
“Under normal circumstances, I would have accompanied him, but we have a sick horse this month. The master loves hunting. Had he not been born a Duke, he might have been the kingdom’s greatest hunter. Not just hunting but…”
The chef passing by clicked his tongue at Kevin’s enthusiastic chatter.
“Tsk tsk… Such a young man daring to flirt with the nanny?”
“Flirt? That’s serious talk!”
Their conversation was abruptly cut off.
What else did he enjoy besides hunting? Evelyn wondered briefly.
Kevin then shifted the topic.
“Anyway… Autumn hunts tend to last long. You should take the opportunity to relax while he’s away. It’s tough enough being on edge, and you’re on the same floor as the master now.”
Evelyn smiled faintly. As the stablehand, Kevin would be as close as the Duke’s own legs, so the information he provided was likely accurate.
“Thank you for your concern.”
Suddenly, Kevin coughed discreetly and lowered his voice.
“But, Nanny, I…”
“Yes?”
Following his hesitant gaze, Evelyn noticed that the handkerchief pinned to her chest was thoroughly soaked, dampening her clothes. She quickly stood up.
“I must excuse myself.”
The young stablehand’s cheeks were tinged with red. Considering the chef’s words as well, perhaps it was best to limit her visits to the dining room.
