Chapter 19: Building Up The Heat
I'm walking toward my room, my stomach so full it feels like it might burst at any moment.
Dinner ended a few minutes ago when Dad stood up, saying he had something important to attend to. After he left, the guests followed, as is customary once the Duke departed.
It felt like Mom had pressured Dad into hosting the dinner just so she could bring up the situation with me and Alvida. I have to admit, she's always been steps ahead of me when it comes to thinking. She's the type who can easily get others to do her bidding.
Even though she has this slightly manipulative side, I can't hold it against her—most of what she's done has been for my benefit. In my past life, my mother died the moment I was born, so I never experienced the motherly love that other newborns receive. I was raised on goat, cow, and camel's milk as I grew up.
Maybe that explains my strange obsession with milk and breasts. I even became a dairy farmer, hoping it would satisfy that passion. But the truth is, even until the day I died, I never felt truly fulfilled.
My actual dream was to line up women in rows and milk them every day with my very own hands. That dream felt as unreachable as chasing a star in my past life. But in this new life...
Shaking my head, I enter my room and begin taking off my clothes. As I glance around, I realize the room is exactly how I left it—empty, with the bed still undone. Normally, Lana would be here by now, tidying things up or waiting for me before heading to her own room. Sometimes, she'd even sleep over—on my bed, if I insisted.
'Really? Lana got upset over that?' I think to myself, when suddenly, there's a knock at the door.
"Lana, you know the routine. Didn't I tell you to stop knocking and just come in? It's not like I have anything to hide," I say, pulling off my underwear and lying stark naked on the bed.