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CHAPTER XXXlX

Epilogue 002.
The Secret of the Watermill

Julie often wondered about it. What genre was this novel supposed to be?

What was the author thinking when writing the main story, and why prepare such a nonsensical spinoff? A spinoff that only detailed the private lives of supporting characters?

‘Did they just want to write erotica or something…? Ah, hnngh…’

Before she could finish her thought, a long finger slipped into her underwear, making her tilt her chin back. The man supporting her from behind gently licked her earlobe and the line of her neck as he whispered,

“You’re not concentrating, Julie. What are you thinking about?”

She wanted to answer, but all she could do was twist her body and stifle her moans as he toyed with her below.

Thud- thud-

With every large turn of the waterwheel, Ernst, who was holding her swollen belly from behind, exhaled hot breaths, pressing his bulging front against her buttocks.

“Stop, I can’t take any more…”

“Why? Isn’t it cool here?”

It was indeed cool. Located in a shady spot, the watermill in the forest was surrounded by water, making it cool and refreshing.

Of course, what they were doing inside was anything but cooling; it was heating up intensely.

“I won’t put it in. I’ll just make you feel good.”

It was true that he had no intention of straining her body. He had brought her here to make her feel good during this hot period.

True to his purpose, his playful fingers parting her folds and pinching her clxxoris began to elicit wet secretions from her already moist entrance.

With his fingers slick from the mixture of her fluids, he played with her entrance for a while before deliberately rubbing it against her lips.

“Good girl. Now suck.”

Blinking her flushed eyes, she obediently closed them and moved her tongue. Sucking noisily on his fingers, which had a slightly salty taste, she eventually turned around and embraced his neck.

“My back hurts.”

Complaining that standing like this was too hard, she asked him to make her feel good another way. Narrowing his eyes, he gently bit her earlobe.

“You’re being so cute.”

Cute as a bulging whale, maybe. Where do I look cute!

Before she could ask why, Ernst covered her lips with his. Lightly licking her lips, he told her to stick out her tongue, then sucked on it deeply like a child sucking on candy.

Saliva pooled in her mouth and then slid down her throat. His fingers, meanwhile, were busy teasing her brxxsts, untying her bodice.

“Wait, wait a moment.”

Julie shook her head, trying to push him away, worried that someone might walk in at any moment. But his hands moved much faster.

‘They say you learn how to untie knots in the military.’

Ernst had once demonstrated how to untie a knot tied behind the back, useful for escaping if taken as a prisoner of war. He had done it without looking, effortlessly untying the ribbon with his fingers, and it felt just like that now. In an instant, her dress was undone, revealing her bare torso.

As she glanced back and forth between the entrance of the watermill and Ernst, he took the opportunity to lay her down on the robe he had spread out, sliding between her legs.

He kissed her forehead, cheeks, the bridge of her nose, and finally her lips. Then, he nuzzled her swollen breasts, mumbling,

“Ah, the smell of milk.”

As her due date approached, her brxxsts had become heavier, and just a thin cloth covered them. Recently, if her nxpples were pressed, milk would bead up. He must have found this irresistible.

With a look of anticipation, he pulled down the cloth, burying his face between her breasts and taking a deep breath. Then, like a playful child, he took her nipple into his mouth, gently nibbling at the tip.

“Stop it, please.”

The idea of a grown man sucking on what was meant for a baby filled her with shame, yet she felt a persistent tingle down below. Not only were they doing something they shouldn’t be in a place where they could be seen, but it involved her brxxsts too.

Trying to adhere to the doctor’s advice to avoid strong stimulation to her brxxsts in the final month, Ernst refrained from biting hard as he had before. Instead, he lightly nibbled and brushed his lips against them.

‘This is…’

…even more tantalizing.

If he would just squeeze and suck her hard with those large hands of his, it would be better. Instead, his teasing touch only made her wetter.

She was so wet that when he slyly slipped his hand down and moved aside her now-soaked underwear, he could easily slide in.

“Oh, ohh…”

“You’re clamping down tight. How are you going to have the baby like this?”

He asked innocently, smiling at her, making her blush even more.

Indeed, she worried about how she would give birth when even his fingers barely fit inside her.

Watching her intently, Ernst grinned and asked,

“So, shall we examine?”

Examine? What kind of examination? What other weird thing was he planning?