Chapter 51: Awakening Desires

Shen Xinghui thought, his face burning red.

His body jolted with a sharp gasp.

"Ah!"

The sensation was overwhelming as Ignatius’ lips trailed along Shen Xinghui’s flat chest.

Wait... was this even supposed to feel good for a guy?

The thought flashed across their mind and quickly followed by rising unease.

"Uh, um!" Shen Xinghui stammered.

"Hm?" Ignatius looked up with curiosity in his eyes.

"Uh, if we, you know... have a child, will I... produce, um, milk? Like... mother’s milk?"

A heavy silence fell between them.

It was awkward, but Shen Xinghui needed to know.

After all, even as a man, becoming a male mother was a reality now.

Would something actually come out?

Or was that only possible for women?

Could such a flat chest even provided the sustenance?

Or maybe the baby could eat regular food from the start?

"You should produce milk. For about a month after birth," Ignatius replied matter-of-factly.

"I... will?"

Shen Xinghui decided not to dwell on it too much.

Still, the thought lingered.

From this flat chest... milk?

Would his chest swell?

Men with slightly larger chests do exist, right?

Maybe it would be something like that?

While a baby might be thrilled, Shen Xinghui wasn’t so sure.

Would his body return to normal afterward?

"I see... I suppose that makes sense."

"Huh? Ah! Ngh—!"

Without warning, Ignatius latched onto Shen Xinghui’s flat nipple and sucking it firmly.

Shen Xinghui arched back in response.

It hurt—but it also felt... good?

What was this sensation?

It was dizzying, intoxicating, and entirely unfamiliar.

Apparently, Shen Xinghui’s nipples were very sensitive.

He hadn’t known that.

Honestly, he weren’t sure if knowing would have been a blessing or a curse.

Either way, this was dangerous territory.

As Ignatius continued sucking his nipple and occasionally rolling his tongue over the sensitive nub, Shen Xinghui’s mind went blank.

Just this alone was enough to send jolts of pleasure through their entire body.

His head pounded and it felt like they might lose control.

"Ah... haa... ahhh!"

"It feels good, doesn’t it?" Ignatius asked with a teasing smirk.

Shen Xinghui shook his head vehemently, though it was undeniable.

His body was burning up, and he was already trembling.

Worse still, something deep within him—low in his abdomen—felt tight and tingly.

It was throbbing faintly as if preparing for something.

Ignatius, clearly enjoying Shen Xinghui’s reaction, moved to the other nipple and lavishing it with the same attention.

Shen Xinghui was on the verge of losing it.

The nipple that had just been released was now wet with saliva, flushed a deeper color, and standing stiffly at attention.

It glistened tantalizingly in the light.

Was this really his body?

"Ah, that tick—hahaha, stop, that tickles!"

Shen Xinghui managed to gasp out between giggles, squirming as Ignatius’ mouth continued its assault.

While keeping Shen Xinghui’s nipple in his mouth, Ignatius’ hands wandered, tracing along the sides of his torso and around his navel.

Those spots were incredibly sensitive, and Shen Xinghui couldn’t handle it.

The ticklish sensation mixed strangely with the pleasure from his nipples, creating an overwhelming, confusing feeling.

"Ha... haha... ah!"

The moment Ignatius’ fingers brushed over the area near Shen Xinghui’s navel, a sharp, contracting sensation surged through his core.

It felt as though his insides were tightening abruptly, like being pulled taut from within.

Startled, Shen Xinghui couldn’t make sense of this unfamiliar feeling—it was clearly different from the ticklish sensation from earlier.

Seeing his reaction, Ignatius focused on that spot even more.

His memory was impeccable, targeting the exact location with precision—right above a faint mark on Shen Xinghui’s skin.

Ignatius’ fingers and tongue teased that area relentlessly, causing Shen Xinghui’s hips to jerk reflexively.

With every touch, the contracting sensation inside him grew stronger.

It was so intense and almost frightening.

"Does it feel good?" Ignatius asked, his voice low.

"It... it doesn’t..." Shen Xinghui protested weakly.

"You’re reacting quite a lot for someone who says that."

"It’s scary... Something feels wrong with me," Shen Xinghui admitted, his voice trembling.

"This part doesn’t seem to be scared," Ignatius remarked, moving his hand to gently stroke Shen Xinghui’s hard member.

The touch made Shen Xinghui flinch.

His body betrayed him.

He was visibly aroused and keep leaking—almost embarrassingly so.

It was as if he couldn’t stop himself.

"Ah... ahh... no...!"

Ignatius wrapped his hand firmly around Shen Xinghui’s hard member and stroking it with slow and gentle pace.

The sensation was overwhelming, sending a direct jolt to his brain.

Shen Xinghui arched his back and squirmed, but Ignatius’ strength easily pinned him in place.

His hips were held steady and before Shen Xinghui could protest further, Ignatius took him into his mouth.

"Nngh...!"

The sweet and breathy moans escaped Shen Xinghui’s lips.

By now, he couldn’t even care about the embarrassing sounds he was making.

He felt the heat was building inside him, swelling to an unbearable level.

He slapped Ignatius’ broad back weakly, but it didn’t make any difference.

Shen Xinghui reached his peak and trembling as the overwhelming pleasure consumed him.

Gasping for air, he slumped back, utterly spent.

His release had been caught entirely by Ignatius, who barely paused before lifting one of Shen Xinghui’s legs.

And then, without warning, something slick and warm began pressing against a place Shen Xinghui had never imagined.

"Wait, what?!"

It took a moment to register, but there was no mistaking it—that was Ignatius’ tongue.

Shen Xinghui’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Ignatius was using his tongue to explore and tease that hidden place, working his way inside.

Shen Xinghui panicked, his mind reeling.

Ignatius was disturbingly skilled, his tongue moving with precision and confidence as it teased and loosened him.

He even went so far as to introduce Shen Xinghui’s earlier release into the process.

Shen Xinghui’s mind couldn’t comprehend it.

Where had Ignatius learned to do something like this?

His experience level was on a completely different plane.

"Hah... ahh..."

Shen Xinghui’s body wasn’t cooperating with his thoughts.

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