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Loxi covered her mouth and snickered, her eyes full of triumph, like a fox that had succeeded. She deliberately put on an innocent look and blinked: "What's wrong? Afraid? Hero Brother wouldn't be this nervous, would you?" As she spoke, her slender hand "inadvertently" slid across the Hero's arm, her fingertips brushing his skin, teasing him until goosebumps rose on his arm.
"Loxi, you... stop it!" The Hero's voice sounded a bit hoarse, suppressing some kind of impulse. He lowered his head to look at the infant in his arms, trying to cover up his loss of composure with paternal love. Seeing this, Loxi giggled, her body retreating slightly, as if she had finally "let him off," but her gaze swept across the bulge at the Hero's crotch, a hint of banter flashing in her eyes.
Yeli stood to the side, watching this scene, a meaningful smile curling on her lips. After Loxi retreated, she deliberately stepped forward, patted the Hero's shoulder, and teased: "Tsk tsk tsk, it's my first time seeing Little Sister Loxi so alluring; Hero, you've got it going on. But seeing you like this makes me a little jealous." As she spoke, Yeli actually reached out and, under the cover of the concealment, grabbed the Hero's crotch, making the Hero shudder. If he hadn't had some experience in self-restraint, he would have been exposed on the spot.
Clearing his throat to stop Yeli from messing around, saying the child was still there, the Hero backed away a few steps. Then, his gaze began to scan toward me from time to time, his motions of holding the child carrying a bit of showing off, his eyes flashing with provocative light. He deliberately displayed the child before me, as if silently declaring: Your wife gave birth to a child for me, yet you are addicted to a cuckold fetish, stupidly failing to see reality! Regarding this trivial mocking from the Hero, I stood by and watched coldly from behind, a meaningful smile curling on my lips. It doesn't matter; if you like to laugh, go ahead and laugh more.
The visit ended, the nurse took the infant away for a check-up, and Shasha was also wheeled to the ward to rest. The Hero watched them leave, but then a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Shasha is hospitalized, Loxi is pregnant, doesn't that mean the fun at night is left only with Yeli? Thinking of this, he quickly chased after the attending physician and asked: "Doctor, how long does Shasha's check-up need? When can she be discharged?"
The doctor adjusted his glasses, his tone calm: "Lady Shasha's delivery was very smooth, with no abnormalities. Under normal circumstances, she can go back to recuperate after a few hours of observation." He paused, but an inappropriate image of Shasha's graceful figure flashed through his mind. He had practiced medicine for many years and had long been immune to the sexual temptation of the female body, but Shasha's succubus physique had broken through his defenses; even just recalling it, his crotch had a subtle reaction.
Unconsciously, he added: "However, considering Lady Shasha is a first-time mother, there might be unknown rejection conditions in her body. Plus, the Crown Princess has also instructed that you must be cared for meticulously, so I suggest observing in the hospital for a week to ensure nothing goes wrong. As for the child, if the check-up results are fine, she can be picked up tomorrow." Hearing this, the Hero nodded, feeling grounded. After solemnly thanking the doctor, he watched Shasha and the child leave.
With the specific time given by the doctor, the Hero sighed in relief; at least he didn't have to wait without knowing how long. Then he turned around, and right in front of me, he wrapped one arm around Loxi and the other around Yeli, smiling triumphantly: "Tossed about all morning, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's go, let's go eat something together!" Loxi and Yeli looked at each other and smiled, nodding in agreement, each pressing against the Hero's sides, their slender hands occasionally teasing his waist, teasing him until his crotch hardened again. The Hero fought back his impulses, taking them toward the palace restaurant, leaving me standing alone at the end of the corridor, a cold sneer flashing in my eyes.
Shasha was arranged in a luxurious single room for recuperation and check-ups. She lay on the hospital bed, her hospital gown opened slightly, revealing fair collarbones and full "northern hemispheres." The thin blanket covering her was pressed down by her two hands, magically outlining her alluring postpartum curves. Her body had returned to its pre-pregnancy slender state, only her breasts had undergone secondary development due to lactation, becoming even fuller, and even exuding an alluring milky fragrance.
At this moment, the doctor pushed the door and entered, holding a medical record book, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone gentle and professional: "Lady Shasha, how do you feel after giving birth? Is there any discomfort?" His voice was calm, carrying the unique coolness of a healer, with no distraction in his eyes, as if he were accustomed to facing all kinds of patients. Shasha shook her head, a smile curling on her red lips, and she said softly, "Thank you, Doctor; I feel fine now, nothing uncomfortable."
The doctor nodded, lowering his head to record, his movements meticulous. He looked like a rule-abiding, serious person. However, Shasha's body scent drifted silently into his nasal cavity, mixed with the milky fragrance, like some kind of forbidden aphrodisiac, causing his fingers to tremble slightly, the pen tip leaving a subtle mark on the medical record book.