001 | Chapter One - Fuck the Hot One

—How long do I have to stay in this postpartum confinement period?

Everything on the East Coast remained prosperous. On a bright, sunny winter day, inside a luxurious yet unassuming postpartum care center, only one couple was recuperating after childbirth. And that person… was none other than the East Coast's underworld godfather—

Diaz Vinson.

It's been a week since we arrived at the postpartum care center, but everything is still chaotic. The poor sleep duration and the inexplicable crying are driving this new parent-child couple crazy.

Outsiders usually assume that the violent and impatient godfather would leave the childcare entirely to his wife or the caregivers at the postpartum care center.

But in fact, he not only did everything himself, but also had a fierce protectiveness like a wild beast protecting its young.

If it weren't for the fact that Xiaoyue needed a quiet and restful sleep, Diaz Vinson would probably be glued to his son's side, grinning like an idiot, 24/7.

What's shocking is not just the fatherly love he displayed.

There's also the postpartum care center; outside those large floor-to-ceiling windows, about two blocks away, a building has already been reserved as their future residence.

...and that mysterious adult "game room".

Xiaoyue leaned against the headboard, with a moon-shaped pillow behind her. She gently cradled Diaz Mark in her arms, watching his tiny face as he puckered his lips and diligently suckled at her breast, making satisfied and tender baby sounds.

This is the time when the bond between mother and child is strongest, and the most intimate moment, however...

"...Mark's been sucking for too long, hasn't he?" Diaz sat on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed, looking at Mark who was sucking with displeasure. His brown eyes were filled with jealousy for his son.

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyue raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but laugh.

"Didn't I tell you there's still some in the fridge? If you really want some, you can heat it up."

Diaz's face darkened, and his arms, which were crossed over his chest, tightened so much that they almost burst the fabric of his T-shirt. Then, in an unquestionable tone, he said, "If I want to drink, of course I want to drink fresh."

"Tell that kid to drink something cold!" he said rudely.

Even with such domineering words, Diaz's face still showed pride and undisguised doting as he gently poked Mark's tender little face with his large fingertips.

These scenes... no one had ever seen before Mark was born.

Seeing that Xiaoyue was ignoring him, Diaz, like a big boy whose toy had been taken away, snatched Mark from Xiaoyue's arms. Mark, forced to stop breastfeeding, naturally began to cry. Seeing this, Xiaoyue also began to feel a little sorry for him. Just as she was about to speak, he walked to the kitchen counter and took out the formula that had already been prepared.

"I won't let you go hungry, but you can't steal your father's wife!" he said angrily, while bringing the bottle to Mark's mouth and feeding him with the fiercest expression but the gentlest movements.

Fortunately, Mark doesn't care whether it's his mother's nipple or a plastic pacifier.

He'll drink milk if there's any.

As Diaz watched the child in his arms grow heavy-eyed and drowsy from being full, a wicked smile crept across his face as he looked at Xiaoyue with an ambiguous gaze.

"...You don't really want to...?" Her breastfeeding was interrupted halfway through. She had already gotten out of bed to get a breast pump to store the remaining milk, but when she saw his smiling face, her lips twitched.

...This man is hopeless.

After he patted Mark to burp and put him back in the crib, Xiaoyue's nipples, which had nowhere to release milk, continued to slowly produce milk, which slid down her swollen breasts, captivating Diaz, whose Adam's apple bobbed incessantly.

He carefully climbed onto the bed, his hot, rough fingertips gently touching her skin, as if to make sure he wouldn't really hurt her before daring to cover her with his entire palm.

"Damn... these breasts are even bigger now." He wrapped his arms tightly around Xiaoyue from behind, letting her relax in his embrace, his tone unusually gentle, "Does it hurt?"

Xiaoyue shook her head, seemingly because she hadn't had any intimate contact with Diaz in a long time. This caress made her heart beat faster and her breathing quicken.

His hands felt like burning sand, so rough they seemed to burn her, as he slowly and gently kneaded her slightly swollen breasts.

With each squeeze, a little milky white milk would spurt from Xiaoyue's swollen nipples, accompanied by her soft moans—

Such stimulation was like a nuclear bomb to Diaz, who hadn't had any release in a long time. His desire instantly swelled up between his legs, pressing against Xiaoyue's back.

"Damn... these breasts are so erotic," he exclaimed in a low voice, pinching and kneading her erect nipples between his index finger and thumb.

"Ah... Diaz... don't pinch me like that..." she finally couldn't help but cry out in a coquettish voice, her whole body trembling.

But how could he possibly stop?

Rather than saying that he went even further, he began to squeeze and rub with both hands at the same time. As the milk spurted out with a "whoosh, whoosh," Diaz's breathing rate was almost explosive, and his brown eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to drip ink.

"...No, I can't hold back anymore!"

After speaking, he knocked Xiaoyue down and pounced on her!

Without saying another word, he opened his mouth and took the nipple, which was soaked with milk, into his mouth, and began to suck greedily. At the same time, he rubbed his hard, iron-like penis against Xiaoyue's soft thighs and squeezed her breasts with his palms to stimulate milk secretion.

"Mmm...so sweet..."

"It's fucking sweet..." He opened his possessive eyes and looked at Xiaoyue's already flushed cheeks, deliberately praising her in a low voice between sucking.

"No wonder that kid Mark loves to drink... fuck." Diaz not only sucked on the milk, but he also stuck out his tongue and teased her sensitive nipples with his rough, protruding tongue, causing Xiaoyue to tremble slightly.

"Shh...don't make a sound, or we'll wake that kid up, hmm?" He smiled mischievously, deliberately watching her shy expression while indulging in his kisses.

The milk flow, which had not yet ended, began to gush out in bursts under his teasing and sucking. The warm milk and fragrance rushed into Diaz's mouth, making him squeeze his breasts uncontrollably.

"Mmm...!" Xiaoyue was stimulated by his erotic "breastfeeding" behavior, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, and a feeling of unbearable itching rose in her heart.

But more often than not, it was the uterine contractions caused by pleasure and the discomfort of expelling lochia that left her in an awkward emotional state between indulgence and awareness.

At this moment, Diaz, who had been abstinent to the point of madness, began to touch her thighs, kneading and caressing them incessantly.

"Di... Diaz... I'm still in my postpartum period..." Xiaoyue spoke haltingly, her moans like the reins pulling her back from the brink, instantly waking him up with a slap.

Diaz finally stopped moving, licking the milk from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently.

He looked at Xiaoyue, who was panting and disheveled from his breath, with a deep and unfathomable gaze, and slowly wiped his lips with his fingertips, a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes... you can't do it while you're in postpartum confinement."

She thought he would give up, go to the side to calm down, or even take a cold shower.

"...But I'm going to drink every last drop of this breast milk."

But he didn't.

Diaz bent down again, opened his mouth and took her other erect nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, while unzipping his pants and stroking his rock-hard desire.

"I won't fuck you, but I want to see your face, which is also suffering from endurance." He smiled slyly and deliberately rubbed his burning penis against Xiaoyue's soft inner thigh.

Inside the luxurious postpartum care center, which should have been filled with a warm and loving atmosphere, this one room was filled with low growls of desire and ambiguous panting.

After that, Diaz would often take Mark away halfway through his milk and "take over" the rest of the milk, which would always make Xiaoyue blush with arousal, but she was helpless to do anything about it.

This vicious cycle continued for a week.

The eastern coast remained brightly lit late at night, the city's colorful lights creating a unique scene. The curtains of the French windows were drawn, and Diaz stood outside the postpartum care center, holding his phone with a somber expression.

"Have you found out where that beast Marcheo went?" he asked in a low voice.

"That kid ran away without even checking Xi Qiao properly after you handed her over last time," the person on the other end of the phone said, his voice loud and somewhat grating.

"The only thing we found out was that the shipment he stole came from Mary's side."

Upon hearing the name "Marie," Diaz's expression darkened further. His mind was filled with the image of that curly-haired, alluring, and glamorous woman who had insisted on having a one-night stand with Roger after promising to hand over his information.

"Damn it... it had to be that woman." Diaz irritably ruffled his hair, glanced at the cigar box and ashtray on the balcony, then silently looked away.

He sighed deeply, turned around and walked back into the room, looking at Xiaoyue sleeping soundly on the big bed.

"Find out...that bitch's recent movements." He ordered in a low voice, then hung up the phone, his face looking terrible as he faced the sliver of moonlight streaming through the window.

Xiaoyue had no idea what Diaz had done to protect her back then.

However, she doesn't need to know about the future.

He didn't climb into bed, but instead walked over to the door, picked up his key card, and strode into the corridor. The postpartum care center was quieter than usual late at night. He looked into the spacious nursery, where five or six nurses were caring for his son, Mark, before leaving the corridor, satisfied.

He had planted his men in every corner of the postpartum care center. Those men in sharp suits lined up in a row, which was quite out of place in this place of rest and recuperation.

"Keep a close eye on him. If anything goes wrong, I'll make sure your whole family pays the price." He said to a cadre, the veins on his forehead bulging, and his brown eyes leaving no room for argument.

"I'll be back before dawn. Keep an eye on my wife."

"Yes, boss!"

His men all bowed at a ninety-degree angle, displaying the greatest pomp and the most silent respect, before taking over the task from the East Coast Godfather and watching him walk into the elevator.

At that moment, they both knew clearly that even if they lost an arm or a leg, they would protect the two most important people in this building—

The Godfather's women, and their sons.