The Young Doctor with His Harems

"Mm!"

A series of suppressed, blissful moans echoed in the room.

Jiang Ya propped her hands on the pillow, raising her upper body to allow her student to more conveniently grasp her tender mounds with those large hands.

It hurt a bit because it tugged at the buds on her peaks.

The baby had bitten her, causing scabs!

But more than pain, it was a tide of pleasure, a sensation she had never felt before; those hot hands ignited her entirely, her desires exploded completely.

After marrying her husband, their marital life wasn't frequent, and after conceiving, it ceased altogether. Now, seven or eight months postpartum, her husband had been consistently cold towards her, seemingly losing interest.

She knew he despised her for her post-childbirth body no longer being as beautiful and not as tight as it used to be.

She had been suppressing herself, only now did everything burst forth.

But he is her student!

She occasionally glanced sideways at the towering tent over there, inwardly amazed, yet feeling extremely ashamed. She had been teaching for six years, nurturing many students, a model teacher of excellence. How could she violate professional ethics?

Student and teacher relationships are not accepted by the worldly gaze!

"Teacher Jiang, this must be tiring for you! Why don't you turn over and lie down?"

Xia Bei was very excited, having a sense of dream fulfillment!

She is his teacher!

Just before she was arrogant, looking down on him.

Now, she had succumbed to him physically, allowing him to touch the most private, precious places!

"Mm!"

Jiang Ya's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz. With another turn, she lay down, feeling shy, nervous. Her entire body gently trembled, hands on the sides, gripping the bed sheets, her beautiful legs tightly clamped together. One could see her bath shorts wet in a patch.

"Teacher, the shorts are drenched. Why don't you take them off? I will cover you with a towel!"

Xia Bei reached his hand down.

"No... no! Don't take them off!"

Jiang Ya trembled with embarrassment, reached out to clutch, not allowing him to pull away the last shred of dignity, the bottom line.

Seeing her insistence, Xia Bei could only give up, reaching up to grab the edge of her bathrobe, tugging it up with a lift. She blocked a bit, then released, allowing him to remove the attire, revealing her pristine upper body.

That pair of fair and plump mounds finally presented completely in front of Xia Bei.

Incredibly rounded, upright, stunningly beautiful! And extremely tempting!

But noticing the scabs on those twin buds, he felt intensely sympathetic, silently lamenting that being a mother isn't easy.

"Xia Bei, does it look bad now with scars? And my stomach isn't as flat as a girl's anymore..."

Jiang Ya trembled, looked down, a trace of sadness emerged in her eyes.

She was both a mother and a woman, loving beauty, naturally hoping her body could stay perfect.

"Not at all! Teacher, you're very beautiful!"

Xia Bei sincerely exclaimed, greedily admiring, satisfying his former fantasies about her. He had often fantasized about this pair of abundant beauties!

"Don't comfort me... Look for me, see if you can stimulate the milk, if it's plentiful, I will suffer less." Jiang Ya reached out, pinching herself a bit, looking troubled.

This movement also stimulated Xia Bei, making his throat smoke.

He bent down, the milky scent became more intense, stirred his instincts, wanting to approach and taste.

Compared to Shen Mi's unparalleled beauties, Teacher Jiang's weren't as large, but, being in the lactation period, having milk gave off an equally lethal allure.

"Teacher Jiang, I just checked, it's a gland issue; you can't produce milk. I'll clear it up for you smoothly."

"Mm!"

Xia Bei took a deep breath and placed his hand on...

Accompanied by Teacher Jiang's low, blissful moan, soon a rich milky fragrance spread, overflowing, flowed down her snow-white skin.

"Wow!"

Seeing this, Jiang Ya's face lit up with joy. "Xia Bei, there really is a lot! Ah! What are you doing? How can you drink teacher's... Oh dear! You..." Seeing her student bury his face, she called out in shame, trembling wildly.

Yet she didn't stop him. Her heart surprisingly enjoyed it, feeling maternal; she reached out, pressed his head gently gripping, just like feeding a baby.

After his treatment, even the wound no longer hurt. She felt only warmth, heat, enveloping the buds warmly, a swift, lively softness sweeping, giving her unparalleled joy and happiness.

She softly moaned, her palm sometimes light, sometimes heavy, continuously gripping and rubbing that head, beautiful eyes closed, gazing at the ceiling, feeling dreamy.

"Teacher, it's done... This, take it off! I'll cover you with a towel."

"Mm!"

"Teacher, let's do it..."

"Okay!"

Her soul soared, bewildered, she didn't know what she was saying, nor realizing that her last restraint had been removed, becoming bare, then an intense, eagerly longed flame, robustly, pressed against the entrance of paradise. With a few simple rubs, enormous swelling spread, about to tear her apart, filling her completely...