In the bedroom, I am being manipulated into various positions. A strange man reaches out toward me and fondles my body roughly with his callused hands.

He leans in closer and tells me to relax because it will help release the milk quickly. The man before me is my husband's best friend. He was hired to be my lactation therapist.

His hands roam across my waist slowly and pause right at my chest.

I can hear him saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to start massaging here."

I can't help but shudder before closing my eyes tightly.

I, Whitney Quigley, had been married to my husband, Thomas Walker, for three years. We welcomed our firstborn recently, Oliver Walker. However, I had been struggling due to low breastmilk production, leaving my baby crying with hunger.

Looking at my well-endowed figure, I couldn't help but feel upset. I clearly had the volume, so why couldn't I produce milk for my child? Thomas and I had tried various remedies such as taking herbs and supplements, but nothing worked.

Oliver started crying again. I lifted my clothes and tried to breastfeed him once more. He managed to latch on successfully, but he couldn't get any milk. His face scrunched up as he cried loudly from hunger.

I felt incredibly disappointed because I couldn't quell my child's hunger despite having a 36E cup size. What made it worse was that he refused to take baby formula.

Seeing Oliver growing thinner by the day, I had no choice but to ask for help from other mothers in my neighborhood group to supply breastmilk. But this was not a long-term solution.

After my baby fell asleep, I put on a lace nightgown and crawled over to my husband slowly. I tried to seduce him. "Thomas, why don't you give me a hand?"

Desire washed over me as my breathing quickened.

However, he held my hand down and said helplessly, "At this point, I'll have to get my best friend to help out."

"What?" Puzzled, I scrambled to sit up. "I just don't have any breastmilk. What does your friend have to do with it?"

"Charlie Cooper. He's visited before. His wife also had difficulty breastfeeding back then, and he was the one who helped her. He even got a certificate as a lactation therapist."

I was stunned for a few seconds. My face turned crimson at the thought of having a lactation massage done by a stranger, let alone a man.

I said in a panic, "How is this acceptable? He is a man!"

The thought of him coming close and touching me…

I couldn't stop a whimper from escaping from my throat. My cheeks were flushed, and I hesitated to agree.

Thomas reassured me as his hands wandered across my body. "Whitney, what's wrong with him being a man? I don't mind. What's more, you don't need to undress for the therapy. Have you forgotten that our baby needs to be fed?"

His words woke me up immediately.

I remembered Charlie. He came over for a meal back then. His strong arms…

I couldn't stop myself from wondering if his wife would get tossed around in bed by those strong arms. As I played the scene in my head, I suddenly found myself fantasizing about being in her place…

My face turned red as a tomato.

Thomas' voice brought me back to my senses. "What do you think, Whitney? Should we ask him for help? We can't let Oliver suffer."

A sense of anticipation rose within me. Biting my lip in embarrassment, I nodded slowly. "Alright then, let him give it a try."

That weekend, Charlie came over early in the morning. He even brought over some tools. His gaze landed on my chest the moment he saw me. I had put on a loose-fitting dress with a scooped neckline in preparation for the lactation massage.

I couldn't help but swallow when I saw the bulging veins on his strong arms. Later, he would be using those hands on me…

We went into the bedroom together.

After Thomas told him about our worries, he reassured us calmly, "This problem is very common. Don't worry. I will help you out."

He emphasized the latter part of his sentence, and my face turned red unexpectedly. I lowered my head to avoid his gaze.

However, it wasn't as scary as I had imagined. I lay down on the bed, and Thomas was right beside me. He wouldn't dare to do anything to me…

"Let me relieve the tension in your muscles. Just lie down and relax." Charlie placed his hands on my abdomen and massaged slowly. The moment his hands grazed my skin, the deepest desires within me were inexplicably awakened by his touch.

A moan escaped from my mouth. I quickly explained myself after realizing how inappropriate I sounded. "I'm sorry, my skin is very sensitive."

However, Charlie remained calm. The expression on his face was indifferent and professional, as if he had no other thoughts in his mind.

He said, "This is very normal. I might apply more pressure later. Don't hold back if you feel any pain."

Thomas glanced at me and said, "It's alright. My wife can take it. This is all for our baby."

I nodded.

He rubbed and massaged all parts of my body, slowly and steadily. I couldn't stop myself from clenching my thighs. My cheeks were burning red.

Charlie noticed how nervous I was and comforted me by saying that this was a normal occurrence. I bit down on my lower lip and tried to cooperate by relaxing my body.

His hands shifted from my abdomen and moved upwards…

I swallowed hard. Although he looked composed, I could feel a strange reaction stirring in my body. My gaze landed on his hands, and my mind was filled with scenes of him and his wife being intimate in their home.

Did he use these hands to roughly tear her clothes into shreds?

I didn't dare to look at Charlie and closed my eyes out of nervousness.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest, and my mind was buzzing loudly.

At that moment, Thomas had to answer a call and walked out, leaving Charlie and me inside the bedroom. I tightened my grip on the edge of my dress as the pressure from his hands increased.

Thomas returned to the room a while later. He glanced at me and said, "Mom asked me to bring a change of clothes for the baby. I'll be back later."

Huh?

I called out to him, "But Thomas…"

He waved me off. "Why are you so nervous? It's alright. The therapy will still take a while."

Before I could say anything else, Thomas walked out immediately. He seemed to have no qualms about me currently lying next to another man.

My body was covered in sweat when Charlie stopped to take something.

Flushed crimson, I lay on my back and fanned myself gently to cool down.

We were alone in the room, and the air was thick with tension. My heart raced as he stood next to me and spoke in a hoarse voice. "I'll start the lactation massage next. It might hurt, so you can cry out if you need to."

Charlie placed his hands on my chest the second he finished speaking. At that moment, my body tensed up immediately.

I looked at him, but his expression remained indifferent. Could it be… that I was the only one overthinking things?

I swallowed nervously.

That could be the case. He was doing his job, and I was just a client. I shut my eyes and gripped the bedsheets tightly. I could feel the rough calluses on his hands as they wandered on my body. Unbuttoning my clothes, I couldn't help but cry out, "Oh!"

The desire within my body stirred gradually as I felt the increasing pressure from his massage. I started panting gently.

Meanwhile, Charlie hovered over me. "Try to relax. The effect won't be good otherwise."

"Alright," I agreed with flushed cheeks.

As I gazed at his face, I was reminded of a conversation I had with Thomas regarding Charlie. We were talking about his performance in bed, and Thomas mentioned that he had good stamina.

An inappropriate scene flashed in my mind, and I swallowed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. In the next second, he leaned in closer and got on the bed. As he massaged my body, I swallowed hard when my chest started throbbing with pain. "Ouch, it hurts…"

Reeling from discomfort, I reached for my chest subconsciously.

Charlie placed a hand on my shoulder. "Try to relax."

I couldn't. The pain was just too much. I pleaded, "Can you please help me? I can't bear the pain."

How could this feel so painful? What was worse, I felt a terrifying surge of arousal welling up within me!

Charlie said that I needed to relax for him to induce lactation successfully. As he spoke, I could feel his hot breath on my chest. His actions stirred up my passionate desires. My heart raced at the thought of us, a man and woman, being alone together in an enclosed space.

A shameful thought surfaced in my mind.

What if…

I quickly shook my head and dismissed the thought. No, I shouldn't…

However, I could still feel the throbbing pain in my chest. My consciousness started drifting as my strength drained away.

Charlie seemed to notice that I was on the brink of losing consciousness. He reached out and placed his hand on my chest. I held my breath, and my mind went blank. I didn't know how to react.

The stabbing pain in my chest grew increasingly unbearable. "Please help me. I'm in terrible pain." Blushing red, I clenched my thighs. The burning desire in my body made my consciousness waver.

Charlie said at that moment, "It's normal to have some discomfort. You'll feel much better once I'm done with you."

Caught off guard, I tensed up inexplicably as he pressed his body on mine.

Instinctively, I gripped the hem of my dress. My chest felt swollen and throbbing.

His hands ravished my bosom, and he fondled me roughly with his palms. "Loosen up so that I can treat you properly."

Initially, I felt embarrassed and wanted to push him away. However, the pain subsided somewhat the second his hands touched my skin. I said, "Then, be more gentle. My chest is hurting me."

Charlie nodded. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

My mouth went dry as I panted softly. My cheeks were completely red, and I gradually regained my senses. What was I thinking back then?

I had gone mad! I was a married woman, so how could I do that…

Pressing my lips together, I avoided his gaze. Charlie was still massaging me. Clearly, the therapy was not over. "It will be some time before we finish. Don't tense up your body. Otherwise, I can't help you."

I began to feel some relief in my chest, and the pain eased slightly. A strange feeling surged within me. Suddenly, I noticed his unfocused gaze when our eyes met. Judging from his state, he seemed to be carried away by the heat of the moment.

I could feel him becoming more and more aroused. Meanwhile, my body was throbbing so badly that I couldn't help but lean in closer.

At that moment, I felt myself losing control once more.

Charlie gently reminded me to change positions. "Babe, this isn't making it very easy for me. Could you move over?"

His breathing was rapid, and his gaze swept over my body.

I shifted my position slightly. My thighs clenched instinctively. "Okay…"

Then, Charlie pounced on me without hesitation.