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Remember: everything Damien says is made up.
Inside the magnificent palace, filled with ornate gold and silk fabrics, an important story was unfolding. The sound of agonized moans filled the air and the room of the emperor's favorite concubine, Orianne. Alert servants moved quickly to summon a physician and inform Damien of the alarming situation.
When the doctor arrived, concern was evident on his face. He carefully examined Orianne's condition and was surprised to find that the birthing process had reached the eighth orifice unusually quickly.
"Prepare everything necessary to help Orianne give birth!" the doctor ordered sternly to the servants who were running back and forth. The atmosphere was hectic, but still tense.
Orianne, in a state of deep pain, tried to control herself. Her slight biting of a piece of cloth between her lips gave an idea of the agony she was going through. Meanwhile, Damien received a report from the servants describing the critical situation.
Moments passed, but it felt like an eternity to those waiting for good news. Finally, the sound of a baby crying filled the room, replacing the tense atmosphere with excitement. Everyone around breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that a new life had been born in this palace.
However, the happiness that surrounded the palace did not last long. Although the baby's cries filled the room, sad news soon followed. Orianne, who had just given birth in such pain, did not survive. The joyful atmosphere in the room turned to deep mourning.
Damien, hearing the bad news, held back his anger. His teeth were clenched in deep resentment and grief. The servants who had rushed to Orianne's aid turned to prepare the funeral procession.
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Several days passed after the tragedy of losing Orianne, and Damien still felt a deep sadness. However, his responsibilities as lord of the palace would not allow him to drown in grief. A new problem arose when he realized that his young son needed breast milk, and he had not yet found a woman who could provide it.
The butler, hearing this, immediately approached Damien and told him the solution; the butler said that if one of the concubines in the palace harem could produce milk from her breasts; Damien, hearing this, immediately told the butler to explain in detail.
"She is only sixteen years old?! She's too young to produce milk. Anyway, I don't care about that now; call her to nurse my son right away".
The butler nodded and excused himself to call you immediately; a few minutes later, the butler had brought you in front of Damien. you sitting on his couch, holding his young son who was whimpering with hunger; the butler then apologized and left you alone.
"You are the youngest concubine in my harem? I have heard that your breasts produce milk, if that is true, then come and feed my son with your breasts."
you, not daring to refuse, simply obeyed, and she began to walk over to Damien and sit down beside him on the sofa; Damien then placed his baby in you's arms. you began to unbutton her dress and remove one of her breasts from the support of her bra; you began to pinch her nipple to stimulate milk flow. Damien continued to watch you with his penetrating gaze.
"Having trouble getting your milk out? Need me to help?"
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