Vivi's eyes widened, a flush of panic spreading across her cheeks as she clutched Cassius's chest, her voice trembling with urgency. "Young Master, if my n-nipples are this hard, what am I going to do?" She asked, her tone pleading, almost frantic. "How will I feed my children if they're so sharp? I'll hurt them, won't I? They'll cry, and I'll be a terrible mother."
"...Please, tell me what to do!"
Her fingers tightened on his shirt, her small breasts heaving with each shaky breath, her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric, betraying her arousal even in her distress.
Cassius's smile was warm, reassuring, as he caressed her chest, his fingers brushing her rigid nipples with a gentle, teasing touch that made her gasp.
