Double-Clicking into the Milking Tycoon
I double-clicked the icon on my desktop: Livestock Prodigy, Youngest Son of a Prestigious Family.
Milkyway— ♬ A cute voice actress's tone spills from the speakers. The screen fills with scantily clad female characters. Jiggle. Damn, check out that physics engine.
That's right. This is an eroge. Anyone could tell it's an eroge—the rating screams eroge, the icon screams eroge. But no one calls this game an eroge.
Nicknamed 'Dobangyeon'.
The true face of this game isn't the H-scenes. Sure, everyone starts by dropping trou in the early game. But once the tutorial ends, they all pull their pants back up.
Why? Because of the Livestock Tycoon system.
You milk breast milk from women. Sell the milk you squeeze out. Make money. Build your merchant empire.
This brutally simple system turned sweet-toothed addicts into slaves of ruthless capitalism. And it's ridiculously detailed to boot. Alchemy is thesis-level deep. Material gathering is peak grind, and the adventure and hunting content rivals any full RPG.
So players, instead of fapping to the female characters, fired up Excel on dual monitors to crunch profit margins. How to squeeze out even 1ml more. How to cut distribution costs. Ways to boost production without burning cash.
The forums are full of Excel macros instead of porn pics. At this point, it's not the Game Rating Board that should be regulating it—it's the Ministry of Agriculture that ought to hand out awards.
Of course, I'm just as obsessed with this shit.
"Fuck, no way. Why's the breast milk market tanking like this?"
My monitor's glowing blue. I don't even trade stocks. Or ride crypto waves. But my account melted in seconds. Not a real account, mind you—the gold in Dobangyeon.
Yesterday, a plague hit the Elf Forest, so I went all-in buying up elf milk. This morning, like clockwork, a world tree purification event pops. Elf milk production explodes. Prices halve, naturally.
Even events are random? You don't need to be this much of a god game.
"Haa..."
Still gotta milk those tits to stay afloat. Click, click, drag. Endless mechanical tit-squeezing.
Mob characters auto-milk, sure. But main heroines? You gotta do it manually. "Differentiation between mains and trash mobs," or whatever.
Gold's always short, though. Gotta farm for smooth gameplay. Not personally, just click to send 'em on expeditions.
But the cash drain outpaces material gains. Adventure? Hunting? That's for noobs chasing romance. Seasoned players know: cracking goblin skulls with a sword loses hard to safely clicking expeditions from a milking parlor while squeezing tits. Profit margins are 100x better.
Capitalism is cold. Breast milk is warm. You can feel the devs' malice in the system.
Then one day, a new notice pops up on the long-dormant main menu.
New characters added.
Merchant empire scale expanded.
Now run your empire not just across the empire, but the entire continent!
"Oh..."
I sit up straight. My hand unconsciously lets go of my dick.
"They nailed the illust... fucking huge tits. Enough to stuff ten babies."
No, tits aren't the point. It's the milk output gushing from 'em.
Performance? Pass. I know without testing. Those are god-given udders. Gotta be pulling liters.
No hesitation. Purchase. Install.
[Downloading... 99%]
But the file size is weird. DLC matching the base game? "Continent-scale," so maybe a new continent added?
Install complete. About to hit launch, but my eye catches the playtime in the library.
"...Already hit this?"
Game's been out 10 years. A mad god-game where the community thrives on tycoon sim alone.
There's this "10,000-hour rule." Guess that makes me a world-class authority on breast milking. Only downside: can't put it on a resume.
Anyway, today's the monumental 10,000-hour play session. DLC drops right on cue.
"..."
Hm. Something feels off.
10-year-old game. 9999 hours. Massive update.
This screams flag...
"Read too many webnovels?"
Phew. Can't mix reality and fiction, or you're not human. I'm a proper intellectual. A diligent young man serious about virtual milk for virtual cash. I even hold down a steady job (convenience store).
I pop a cold pizza slice in my mouth. Move the mouse. Click the start button.
Click.
"Holy fuck, mom."
Yeah. Felt off. 'Should've skipped the webnovel shit.' Then this wouldn't have happened.
Or would I still get isekai'd without 'em? Who knows. Too late for regrets.
At least I can say the line I've always wanted.
'Ahh, what an unfamiliar ceiling.'
The bed's ridiculously plush. High ceiling with a fancy chandelier. Why the hell's there a chandelier in a personal bedroom?
So, who am I now? Room this nice screams noble.
I sit up. Walk to the mirror in the corner.
"Whoa, shit..."
A blond pretty boy stares back. Skin like milk, emerald eyes. Total noble young master vibe.
Raise my right hand. Mirror boy does the same.
Drop my pants.
"Oh."
Dick's fucking huge. Mirror boy looks down to check his out. I spin my hips. Whoosh, whoosh. Solid weight, centrifugal force. Mirror boy flinches for a sec, then matches me spinning his.
"Protagonist confirmed."
No way this monster's on an extra. Only justification for an eroge protag. Plus, face matches the illusts I've seen a million times. Dev-favored shota type.
Youngest son of the top livestock house, Milkyway family. Dobangyeon's sole playable character.
'Lucian Milkyway.'
That's my name now. With this build and face, turning adult this year? Nailed the identity. Time to assess the situation.
I isekai'd right after hitting new game. So today should be day one.
...
"No way it's that day already?"
That day: The Milkyway family trial. Where the newly adult protag proves his livestock skills.
Pass it to unlock full merchant empire building. Key event for the milking tutorial.
But this trial? It's fucking insane. Worldbuilding's straight nuts.
Every woman gets baptized at the temple upon adulthood. Then they lactate, pregnant or not.
Why? Fuck if I know. Idiots hunting plot holes got banned from eroge land long ago.
Every adult woman gets baptized and produces milk. World law.
Key part next: Monsters everywhere. Adventurers risk life daily. Potions in high demand, right?
Main ingredient? Breast milk. Milked with mana, not just raw.
Mix with herbs, alchemy it up—boom, potions. Milk's this world's oil and silicon combined.
Squeeze more tits? Mass-produce potions. Rake in cash. Save the world.
Everything boils down to milk. Milkyway family? Peak zaibatsu at the top.
Generational secret milking arts. Continent's top milk output. And their youngest son? That's me.
Knock knock— from farther away than expected. Room's huge; echo city.
"Young master? You up?"
Bouncy, cute voice.
The door flies open before I reply. Brown-haired maid in uniform. Cute low bun, but stray strands poking everywhere. Personality in hair form.
Flora. My personal maid and tutorial guide. Later, key NPC for empire-building assist.
Wait, NPCs are real now? No clue why she's got a rag.
"Flora."
"Yep?"
"Today's the test, right?"
"Of course! Everyone's waiting in the Milking Parlor."
Milking Parlor. Test.
"Fuck."
"Young master?"
"Nah, nothing. Throat's dry."
"Nervous? Can't be helped—you're an adult now."
"...Sis there too?"
"Naturally."
Mom, fuck. As expected.
Dobangyeon tutorial quest.
Adult Ceremony Milking Test
📍 Objective: Extract 100ml+ of breast milk in the Adult Ceremony Test.
Top livestock pros pull 500ml+ per go. Max level, max skills? 3L monster yields.
Human hydration limits? Physics? Fuck off. Eroge world rules. Dudes creampie till bellies bloat.
But problem: '...I'm Level 1 right now, aren't I?'
Pre-tutorial—no skills, base stats. Pure hand technique for 100ml.
And a fatal issue. Pretty serious one.
I'm a fucking virgin. Never touched a real tit.
Stared at screen boobs for 10k hours. Clicked out millions of liters.
But real ones? Squishy, warm, sensitive fat blobs? Never kneaded one IRL!
'...What do I do?'
"Young master. Time to really get ready."
"Whose tits do I milk for my first time?"
"The family's Milk Cows are on standby!"
This mad game calls women Milk Cows. Technically, pros dedicated to milk production. A job, I guess?
Hmm. Milk Cows... Can a virgin like me hit 100ml on pros for my debut squeeze? Near impossible.
Game? Timed clicks did it. But...
...Ah?
'Wait, the game?'
I'm breathing. Dick hardens to touch. Flora's a real human before me.
Yeah. This ain't game—it's reality.
'Might actually work.'
I stop Flora in the hall to the Milking Parlor.
"Flora."
"Young master, seriously... Don't worry so much! Even branch family kids pass easy."
'Nah, they trained from childhood.' I'm day one here. No muscle memory.
"Not that. Got a favor."
"A favor?"
"Yeah. A request."
Flora halts. Turns, eyes meet... Ugh, so damn cute. Pure lil sis vibe. (Never had one, but still.)
Ahem. Not the time.
"What is it?"
"Yeah, I'm super nervous, see."
"I can tell. Speech all stiff. Normally you'd ruffle my hair a dozen times by now."
"Wait, I do that?"
"Yep."
"...Sorry. Anyway. Already tense, milking a stranger? Worse."
"...?"
Right. I'm a pure solo-fapper virgin. Sex? Internet fiction. Once believed normies invented it to flex on us virgins.
Me groping my first real tits? And milking? 'No fucking way.'
Too high a hurdle. But exception: Cute-titted maid right here.
Flora.
"Hey... Could I maybe test on you?"
"...Me?"
"Yeah. Familiar face like you? I could relax and pass."
"Young master. You teasing?"
"Huh...?"
"Look at these. How's 100ml coming out?"
Yeah, I know. Tits tiny.
But Flora. Know what? You got talent.
'Right now, barely 30ml a day.'
Flora. This helper-pos woman in Dobangyeon.
Actually gushes milk like crazy. And at this point,
I'm the only one who knows how.