In such a situation, Jingya was almost dying of embarrassment.

"Dr. Zhang, are you almost done with the massage?"

Her delicate body trembled slightly, panting scented breaths, wanting to turn her head away to avoid looking.

But as I had instructed just now, she could only continue to stare.

"This is just the beginning. So, how do you feel now? You have to tell me everything."

As I kneaded, my blood was also rushing with heat.

Jingya, who had given birth, was surprisingly still so sensitive.

Not even a minute into the rub, and she was already reacting this way.

Her shy appearance was even more enchanting, like a young bride on her wedding night.

"But Dr. Zhang, the way you’re touching me, I’m already so embarrassed. How can I talk about my feelings?"

"Well, I need to adjust the pressure based on your feedback."

Seeing my serious expression, Jingya was momentarily at a loss for words.

Blushing, it took her quite a while to finally speak up.

"Alright, then I’ll tell you. I feel very comfortable now, a tingling sensation, kind of itchy, almost floating. Is this okay?"

After Jingya spoke, she almost wished for a hole to hide in.

But that tingly, numb feeling was like a surging wave.

Not only spreading over her white mounds, but also gradually through her entire body.

She subconsciously clenched her toes, the legs clamping tightly together.

Her face wanted to show enjoyment but could only suppress it with effort.

"That’s right, but next I’ll be massaging two key acupoints."

Seeing her struggling to hold back, I knew it was becoming more intense for her.

Then, after a few rubs on the white mounds, my hands moved to those erect red berries.

"Ah!"

The moment of contact.

Jingya reacted as if electrocuted.

She shuddered, her body tensing completely.

The more intense pleasure had her eyes in a daze.

For a moment, she was utterly lost.

And as I continued to work around those two red berries.

She quickly turned feverish, face flushed like blood, yet the enjoyment on her face was undeniable.

"Wait, Dr. Zhang, isn’t this a bit too much? I...I feel like I can’t help but want to cry out..."

Jingya was extremely embarrassed, the feeling made her moan softly despite herself.

The intense response seemed to push her towards a wondrous dreamlike place.

She almost bit her lips raw.

But seeing my earnest demeanor, she didn’t want to interrupt me.

"Miss Wang, this is a normal reaction, and crying out would be better, helping circulation."

I reassured her verbally.

Inwardly, I was thrilled.

These two red berries of hers were truly exquisite, the feeling during nursing was indeed different.

Soft and springy, with a certain wetness, and not long after, a little white seeped out.

Jingya hesitantly asked, "Dr. Zhang, you’re not lying to me, are you? Is it really like that?"

"Of course, didn’t you feel the relief when you cried out just now?"

I continued to knead slightly, and more milk flowed out.

"Well, it does seem so, and I feel my chest is no longer blocked."

Jingya carefully sensed for a moment, seeing more and more white, and her guard lowered.

"But it’s not enough; more vigorous kneading is required to fully clear it."

Seeing the two red berries completely turned white, the milky aroma spilling over, I could no longer hold back and leaned in to kiss...