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Jin Guangshan greatly enjoyed the sight of his pregnant daughter-in-law. Her body grown round and full, her breasts swelling as they prepared to fill with milk . . . He even thought that perhaps, once she had given birth, he would take the opportunity to make sure her next child was his, not Zixuan’s.
Jiang Yanli gave birth to a healthy son, to general rejoicing. Jin Guangshan was very pleased, of course. Having another son of his lineage increased both his influence and his reputation. He was even fond of young A-Ling, as long as he could hand the baby back to his nursemaids when he became troublesome.
The problem was that A-Li was breastfeeding the child herself. Completely unnecessary—Carp Tower was ready to supply her with a carefully selected wetnurse—and not really the thing for a gentry clan. It seemed common, Jin Guangshan thought. And of course A-Li would not get pregnant again as long as she continued. His wife didn’t approve of A-Li breastfeeding either, which gave him a strong ally; but A-Li remained stubborn. (Jin Guangshan had dropped a few hints to his son as well, but Zixuan only said it was for A-Li to decide.)
Jin Guangshan was not easily discouraged, where a beautiful woman was concerned. All he had to do was get A-Li alone, and he rather thought he could persuade her. (A-Li was careful to avoid being alone with him now, which was a pity. But she had yet to realize that his word was law in Carp Tower, and if he really wanted something, he would get it. He had bribed or threatened all her servants and waiting women into compliance a long time ago.)
Jin Guangshan chose a fine day, when the sky was clear but the sun wasn’t too hot, and settled himself in a secluded pavilion with wine and snacks. He didn’t have to wait long. He heard the rustle of women’s dresses among the leaves, and smiled in anticipation.
“Is it much farther?” Jiang Yanli’s voice asked.
“No, my lady, just a little farther. It was a glorious crepe myrtle, all in bloom! This way, if you please.”
Her attendants held the flowering branches out of the way for Jiang Yanli, and she entered the clear space in front of the pavilion. She didn’t see Jin Guangshan at first, until he called out to her.
“A-Li, my dear. This is a pleasant surprise.”
Jiang Yanli startled. “F-father-in-law. Forgive me, I wasn’t expecting to meet you here.”
Jin Guangshan waved his hand in dismissal. As one, all the female attendants curtsied and glided away among the trees.
Jiang Yanli showed a flash of dismay, realizing she had been abandoned. But she quickly recovered her composure. “I’m sorry for disturbing your solitude, father-in-law. I will take my leave now.”
“No need, no need,” he said genially. He rose from his seat in the pavilion and strode forward, catching her by the wrist. While she hesitated—it would be impolite to pull away—he drew her into the pavilion.
“Sit down, my dear. Would you like some wine? A slice of peach?”
“No, thank you,” Jiang Yanli said quickly. “It’s not good for A-Ling.”
“As to that, A-Li. I know your mother-in-law has told you, it doesn’t look proper for you to feed A-Ling yourself. And it will take you longer to recover from the birth this way. You should save your strength and leave it to the wetnurse.”
Jiang Yanli looked politely apologetic. “It’s the custom at Lotus Pier, for a mother to feed her own child if she is able to. And I like doing it. It makes me feel closer to A-Ling.”
Jin Guangshan still kept his genial expression, but he put a hint of threat in his voice. “I have told you already, A-Li. There’s no need for you to keep doing it.”
“My apologies, father-in-law.” She rose and curtsied. “I am grateful for your advice, and I will consider it carefully. If you will excuse me, I believe A-Ling will be hungry soon.” She took a half-step back.
“That is not your concern, A-Li.” He stood up. Jiang Yanli tried to run, but he was expecting something like that; he caught her trailing sash and reeled her back in, until she stumbled against him.
Jin Guangshan put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer against him. She was still pleasantly soft and round, not having fully lost her weight from pregnancy, and her breasts were ripe and full with milk.
“Let go,” she said softly. “A-Xuan is expecting me back soon.”
Jin Guangshan chuckled. “No need to make a fuss, A-Li. If you’re keeping your breasts like this, can’t I enjoy them too?” He used her moment of shock to fling out a talisman, enveloping the pavilion in a spell of silence. She could scream now if she wanted to, but no one would hear her. And no one would come looking for her; as for Zixuan, Jin Guangshan had sent him to a meeting with one of their more long-winded and tedious allied sect leaders.
Jiang Yanli struggled, of course, but his cultivation and physical strength were both higher. He pulled A-Li to a seat beside him. Wrapping his arms around her from the back, he was able to hold and squeeze her breasts.
“Let go of me,” Jiang Yanli said with fragile dignity. “Or I will tell A-Xuan, and mother-in-law, and my brother what you have done.”
Jin Guangshan chuckled. “Oh, will you? And do you think they’ll believe you?” A-Li’s dress was cut to be convenient for breastfeeding. It was easy enough to loosen and pull, and then her breasts were free. Jin Guangshan pulled her into his lap, and fondled her breasts at his pleasure. He pinched her nipples until they stiffened.
“They will,” Jiang Yanli said jerkily. “They will believe me.”
Jin Guangshan ignored her; he had more pleasant things to occupy himself with. He squeezed and tugged at her breasts, each in turn, until milk began to drip from her nipples. His breath sped up as he tugged harder, making her milk flow down and soak her dress. His hands were dripping with milk, still warm from her body.
“That’s—that’s for A-Ling.” She was trying not to cry.
“A-Ling doesn’t need it. As long as you insist on breastfeeding, your milk is for whoever wants it.” Jin Guangshan lowered his head and closed his mouth over her nipple. Jiang Yanli gave a shocked cry as he began to suck.
Her milk flowed into his mouth, sweet and creamy. Her nipple was deliciously soft between his lips; he stroked it with his tongue. He felt himself growing hard.
Jiang Yanli struggled to escape him, but in vain. He sucked at her delicious breast as long as he wanted, then switched to the other one. Jiang Yanli’s skin was warm and soft, and her hair oil smelled of lotuses. He wondered if she was wet, under her skirts, and stuck his hand up them to see. She was; hot and slippery and wet. Women were all like that; the more their mouths spoke of virtue and chastity, the more he found them wet and eager underneath.
He pulled back his hand and licked her salty-sweet taste from his fingers. He hadn’t been planning to fuck her just yet, but he was fully hard now, and she was tempting. He reached to undo his pants.
“Don’t.” Her voice was a thread of sound. “I’m still—it’s not recovered from giving birth. A-Xuan hasn’t, yet—It will hurt me if you do that.”
Well, he wasn’t cruel. He pushed her off the bench, letting her fall on her knees. Surely it was obvious what he wanted. But she didn’t move. He freed his hard cock, giving it a quick pump, and pressed the head of it to her lips.
“Do a good job, and I’ll let you go. No teeth, or I’ll have you beaten until even Zixuan can’t recognize you.”
Tears were sliding down her face, but she opened her mouth and took him in. It excited him, seeing her kneeling at his feet, watching his cock sliding in and out of her pink lips. Her breasts were still hanging out of her dress, dripping milk. It wasn’t a skilled blowjob; she couldn’t manage to take all of his erection in her mouth, but he took her hand and made her work the rest of his cock. Breathing hard, he rubbed his cock against her hot, wet tongue, until pleasure exploded through him and he came, filling her mouth with his semen.
He gave a satisfied sigh. “Swallow it,” he ordered, pulling his softening cock out of her mouth.
She choked a little, and some of his seed dripped down the side of her mouth, but she managed to swallow most of it.
“Well done,” he praised her, tucking his cock away again. “I’m sure you’re too sensible to cause any trouble, A-Li. Anything you try to do, I can do back to you and yours a hundred times.”
She lowered her eyes and said nothing.
Jin Guangshan gave a final lingering squeeze to her breasts. “If you decide to keep breastfeeding, A-Li, I’ll have no choice but to do this every day.” Her only response was a stifled sob.
“That’s enough, A-Li. You can go.” He waved his hand dismissively.
She pulled her clothes back together in silence and stumbled out of the pavilion on shaky legs.
Jin Guangshan leaned back and smiled. He thought he had made his point. But if A-Li took longer to be convinced, that was all right. He almost hoped A-Li would decide to be stubborn, and give him the excuse to drink from her breasts again.