Chapter 398: Establishing Special Operations (2/2)

Hearing that her husband so very much wanted to see her in a uniform brought a smile to the girl's face as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind and whispered in his ear, with a sensual tone.

”If you want me to have a uniform so badly, then I will have one designed... However, I fear that if I wear such a thing, you won't be able to keep your hands off me.”

After saying this, she turned Berengar's seat around and sat in his lap as she began to kiss him passionately. The young King immediately began to unzip her dress from the back, where it fell from her shoulders, revealing her substantial bosom. It did not take him long to start sucking the milk from her teats.

However, before they could become truly connected, they heard a knock on the door followed by the sound of their son's voice, which thoroughly interrupted the couple's playtime.

”Mommy? Father? are you in there?”

Upon hearing this, Berengar sighed heavily before helping his wife get dressed; after doing so, he approached the door and let his son in. Linde's frustrated expression immediately softened the moment she saw her darling little boy enter the room. Berengar picked his son up into the air and smiled as he asked the boy a question.

”Hans, what is the matter? You know better than to knock on my office door during work hours...”

Hans immediately looked over at his mother and back at his father before expressing his reason for interrupting them.

”I'm hungry, and I couldn't find mommy!”

After saying this, Berengar set the little tyke down on the floor before where he rustled his strawberry blond hair. As he did so he gave his son a brief lecture with a smile on his face.

”Hans, you're four years old now; it is time for you to ween off your mother's milk. If you're hungry, go to the kitchen and ask for a glass of milk and something to eat.”

This would have been a convincing argument if there wasn't a leftover drop of Linde's milk upon Berengar's lips. Upon seeing his father lecture him in such a manner, Hans began to pout and immediately questioned his father's hypocrisy.

”Then why do you get to drink mommy's milk?”

Berengar was immediately awestruck when he heard this; he quickly wiped the milk on his lips onto his sleeve before giving a questioning look towards the boy's mother, who was gazing at him with a mocking expression. Upon seeing this, Berengar sighed before coming up with the quickest excuse he could think of.

”Because I'm your mother's husband, and a husband can have as much of his wife's milk as he wants!”

The moment Hans heard this, a light flickered in his eyes as if he had come to the most tacit understanding. He quickly nodded his head in response to Berengar's words before responding.

”So if I get married, I can have as much of my wife's milk as I want?”

Not realizing the problem he had caused, Berengar quickly nodded his head with a smile on his face.

”Now you understand!”

After saying this, Hans hugged his father before running out the door. Berengar would never know that he had inadvertently passed on his fetish for breastfeeding to his son with this statement. Of course, such a thing would not manifest itself for many years.

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