The Meaning of Love
The whore placed one hand on her hip and waved with the other in greeting. “You’re the new girl who just came in, right? I’m Trinky.”
“Hello. I’m Elisha.”
Trinky had a head of rich black hair and a slender figure. Like the other whores, she wore a mask that hid her face and a mesh dress that revealed the lines of her body.
“I heard you’re Master Teo’s exclusive whore. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“That’s impressive. Everyone else tries him once and gives up. And you can’t have sex with anyone else. Are you really okay with that?”
“It’s fine. I’m satisfied as long as it’s Master Teo.”
Trinky’s pronunciation was astonishingly clear and pleasant, almost like a professional announcer. I could easily picture her standing in front of a camera in a crisp suit.
“Oh come on, you don’t have to act all prim and proper. We all became whores because we like having sex with men, didn’t we?” Trinky laughed brightly.
“Master Teo’s cock and technique are fantastic, I’ll give him that. If only he didn’t have such extreme tastes, he’d be the perfect client. Such a shame.”
“Now Master Teo’s only whore is me.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them. Trinky’s eyes widened in surprise. Even I wondered why I had said it. As I pondered my own impulse, she gave me a knowing little smile.
“You’ve completely fallen for Master Teo, haven’t you? Is that possessiveness I’m sensing? And the fact that you call yourself a whore instead of a woman tells me you’re quite the pervert, too. Hehe.”
“Um…”
Did I feel possessive of Master Teo? Of course he was a male worthy of owning me, but I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to own him in return. Just imagining him going to another female left me feeling strangely disappointed. Was this possessiveness?
“When I imagine Master Teo going to another woman, I feel disappointed. Is that possessiveness?”
“That’s a serious case. Does thinking about being with Master Teo make you happy?”
“Yes. Because I like him.”
It was a little different from how I felt about my true Master, but I did like Teo. He was my first man, our kinks matched perfectly, he was handsome, strong, a magnificent male…
“You’re in love with Master Teo? Oh my goodness.”
“Love?”
I had never really thought about what love meant, so I wasn’t sure. What was the difference between liking someone and loving them?
“When you think of Master Teo, doesn’t your heart start pounding?”
“Well… yes. It does pound.”
Simply picturing his powerful body made my heart race on its own. Remembering how he had pinned me down and driven that cock into me made my womb tremble.
“Does he pop into your head automatically, several times a day?”
“He does.”
“Then it’s love!”
“That’s what love is?”
“Absolutely.”
The confidence in Trinky’s voice made my feelings for Teo suddenly feel like love. I had thought it was something different from the affection I felt for my Master, but it turned out to be love after all. The moment I acknowledged that I loved him, an image of his strong fist rose in my mind and my womb quivered again. Just thinking about him made me feel good. Love was incredible.
“Do you think Master Teo loves you back?”
“I’m not sure. He did impregnate me, saying he would make me his woman…”
I softened the word “female” because it would probably sound inappropriate to normal ears.
Trinky’s eyes flew wide open. “What? Pregnant? For real?”
“Yes. He wanted me to carry his child.” I touched my lower belly.
“This is it! He’s marking his territory! Stamping you as his woman! Oh my, how bold. At that level, Master Teo must really see you as special!”
“Does he?”
He had said I was his perfect ideal woman, after all.
“So when are you going to meet him in person? Did you make plans?”
“Master Teo said we still can’t meet yet.”
“Ehh? And you’re okay with that?”
“I’m in a position where meeting in person is difficult too. I’m satisfied with things as they are right now.”
“To think I’d actually witness a virtual-reality married couple. How fascinating.”
Trinky sent me an invitation for the next whores’ gathering, then left, saying a customer had arrived. So the whores held their own meetings. I was curious what they talked about when they got together.
I entered the assigned room, stroked my lower belly once, and logged out.
Master stood in front of the domed building in the glass garden, dressed in easy-to-remove clothes, a suit, a belt holding a dagger, and an external storage unit attached to the back of her neck. After waiting a moment, the door opened as though a camera had recognized her.
Inside were the android I had seen before and a thick iron door. The android scanned Master and spoke.
“Premium dairy cow, Elisha. What is your business?”
“I wish to visit the cow factory.”
“Confirmed.”
The android stepped aside. The heavy iron door slid open, revealing an elevator. As Master boarded it and descended toward the underground city, I asked, Are we milking first before beginning the operation?
Yes. I need to empty these painfully full breasts. They’re so heavy it’s uncomfortable.
Understood, Master.
Yesterday I had measured the weight of Master’s breasts; each one had gained roughly eight hundred grams. They had swollen so much that her sports bra was painfully tight. I knew because I observed and recorded her body every single day in order to manage it properly.
At first the shared body had produced subjective impressions, but lately I evaluated everything with strict objectivity and logged the data. Master remembered every previous route perfectly and walked to the cow factory without hesitation. The androids continued to scan her ear tag as they passed.
When Master entered through the main entrance, an employee spotted her, froze for a second, then noticed the ear tag and smiled.
“You startled me. I thought—what the—oh, you’re a dairy cow. For a second I mistook you for a stranger. An angel, and a premium one at that? Come here, dear.”
He beckoned. The moment Master approached, he pulled a collar from his work uniform pocket and snapped it around her neck in one swift motion.
“What are you doing?”
“Tsk, dairy cows don’t speak like people. I’ll overlook it this once, so follow me quickly.”
“Wha—kyaa!”
The instant Master opened her mouth to protest, electricity crackled from the collar, sending pain shooting through her.
Master, are you all right?
Ugh, what the hell? Dairy cows aren’t allowed to talk like humans? Who do they think they’re treating like actual livestock!
Please endure it, Master. We have to follow for now. If it becomes too difficult, I can take over.
Huu… No. I can handle at least this much.
Master steadied her mind and obediently followed the employee. Whenever the corridor branched, he yanked the collar without a word, dragging her along. The treatment truly made her feel like livestock. Even so, she stayed silent and compliant, prompting the employee to smile.
“Premium dairy cows really are nice. They learn their place so quickly. Regular cows fight and resist like crazy.”
They passed the packaging plant and headed for the milking room. He continued, “Even when we tell them not to speak like humans, most of them keep doing it until we eventually have to cut their vocal cords. The upper management really ought to understand how difficult it is to turn girls who refuse to accept they’re dairy cows into proper livestock.”
Reaching the milking room, the employee hooked the collar onto the machine. When he activated it, the collar was pulled inward, drawing Master’s body into the apparatus. She relaxed her muscles so she wouldn’t be injured and stood obediently inside. The employee nodded approvingly.
“Now take off everything you’re wearing and push those breasts forward. Yes, just like that. What a good dairy cow. If only every stubborn one were as obedient as you.”
Kuh.
Master stripped as instructed, released her suit, and thrust her breasts forward. Mechanical arms immediately emerged, seized her body, and began forcing her into position. She flinched for a split second but soon stopped resisting. Her arms were pinned behind her back, her knees forced to the floor, and clamps locked onto both sides of her head so she could not move. From below, the milking device rose and latched onto her breasts.
Ouch!
What is it?
Startled by her sudden cry, I asked. She answered in a strained voice, clearly enduring pain.
A long needle came out of the head restraint and pierced straight into my brain. Something must have been on it; the wound healed the instant it was made, but it feels awful.
Is it a restraint to prevent resistance?
I don’t know, but I don’t like it.
While we spoke, the employee checking the milker’s attachment exclaimed in surprise.
“Goodness, they must have been painfully full. Why did you wait so long instead of coming to be milked earlier? Look how swollen your breasts are. Holding it in too long is bad for the body, so you should come regularly. Understood?”
Master gave no reply, but the employee didn’t seem to care. He flipped the switch. Following her downward gaze, I watched her nipples disappear into the suction tubes. At first nothing came out. Then droplets of milk beaded at the tips and began to spray in steady streams.
Ugh, this feels better than I expected.
Really?
Yes. Every time the milk spurts, some kind of pleasure I can’t quite describe…
Just as Master tried to explain, the employee spoke again.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Producing milk is a joy for dairy cows. Make plenty of good milk for us humans.”
Master’s tone turned incredulous. Treating me like livestock and then telling me to feel joy? That’s ridiculous… eh?
Master? What’s wrong?
She had suddenly gone silent. No matter how many times I called, there was no response. Had something gone wrong? I had no way to move the body. What could I do?
“Don’t resist, dear. You’re becoming a good dairy cow. Doesn’t it feel nice? Just surrender to the pleasure.”
Even as the employee kept talking, Master remained unresponsive. My anxiety grew. I should have prepared for this. I never imagined they would subject a premium dairy cow angel to something like this.
“You are a dairy cow. Your sole purpose is to produce milk, be milked, and supply it to humans. Do you understand?”
Master’s head nodded.
No. Was she really being brainwashed?
Master! Wake up!
Master! Maria! Come back!
No answer. Despair washed over me. Had she truly been brainwashed? Wasn’t Maria supposed to be invincible? Please, come back.
“The higher-ups want to let premium dairy cows roam freely, but I disagree. A dairy cow should behave like livestock. Letting one act like a person just because she’s an angel is ridiculous.”
Still no response from Maria. The employee kept talking.
“Well, brainwashing an angel any further would be dangerous. A shame, but we’ll stop here. At least you clearly understand that you are a dairy cow, yes?”
Again, Master’s head nodded.
“Good. Milking’s finished. I’ll release you, so see yourself out.”
The employee retracted all the devices, left Maria sprawled on the floor, and walked out of the milking room.
Maria, Master. Please answer me.
Ugh, stop yelling. My head hurts.
Maria! Are you all right?
Relief flooded me when she finally responded.
I told you not to shout. And you should call me Master.
Yes, Master.
I had been so flustered I had used her name.
Phew… I feel a little better now.
What happened? You stopped responding and I was terrified.
Now I understand why the other dairy cows were acting strange. The milker has a powerful brainwashing function built in.
So it was brainwashing? Are you truly all right?
I struggled to block it. I think I stopped most of it, but the drug was injected directly into the brain, so I can’t be completely sure. I wasn’t fully conscious.
So that needle that pierced the skull had delivered the drug. But she really seemed normal…
At least you blocked the brainwashing. That’s a relief.
Um…
While I worried, Master stood up, touched her breasts, and said, Whew. At least all the milk is out. I’ve successfully performed my duty as a dairy cow.
Pardon?
Huh? What did she just say…?
Why?
You just called yourself a dairy cow…
I am a premium dairy cow. I’ve safely supplied the milk I worked so hard to produce, so shall we go?
Wait, Master. You were brainwashed!
What are you talking about? I told you I blocked it.
You said you are a dairy cow!
So?
Her completely casual reply sent chills down my spine. Had the brainwashing been that strong? What were we supposed to do now?
It’s fine. The fact that I’m a dairy cow won’t interfere with our future plans.
That’s… true, but the brainwashing…
Good grief, I said I blocked it. Am I acting like livestock?
Uh… no?
See? No problem at all.
Huh? Maybe she was right. Come to think of it, Master had never shown much resistance to the idea of becoming a dairy cow. Still, something felt off…
The important thing right now is the infiltration ahead. I’ve thought about it. Since Elisha is better at handling the body, you move it and I’ll support you. Can you do that?
Yes.
It still felt strange, but she truly didn’t seem any different from usual, so I decided to trust her. I took control of the body, dressed, and noticed how much lighter my chest felt.
My breasts are definitely lighter now.
I’ll have to eat plenty so I can produce more milk next time.
Yes.
I was still a little uneasy, but I had to believe in Master.
After leaving the cow factory, a new problem appeared.
Master, to activate the stealth suit I need to hide these clothes first. Where should I leave them?
Androids everywhere. Troublesome.
It was true. There wasn’t a single spot in the underground city without an android. Why were there so many of the expensive things here? They could form an entire army with them.
After wandering for a while we found an unlit building where I could conceal the clothes. I left a marker so we could find the spot again, then activated the stealth suit. Liquid latex enveloped my head, turned transparent, and vision returned.
Now we just enter suspicious buildings and gather information, correct?
Yes. I’ve scouted several places. I’ll mark the route in your vision; just follow it.
The augmented-reality function activated. A blue line appeared on the dark floor of the underground city, guiding the way. I moved carefully to avoid colliding with androids. They never reacted.
The stealth suit works perfectly.
They don’t notice us at all. This will be easy.
When we reached the destination, the building was unmistakably suspicious. It had no windows at all, only blank walls. Not a single ray of light escaped, making it impossible to tell if anyone was inside.
No obvious traps at the entrance. Let’s go in.
Yes, Master.
I slipped inside, muffling my footsteps. In the dark interior, a lit staircase waited. An android stood squarely in front of it, but it failed to detect the stealth suit. We climbed safely and reached a floor filled with countless rooms.
Master, you are recording everything, correct?
I’m recording every single thing you see. Keep moving.
Following the corridor, I saw red lights glowing above every door, arranged in a square pattern. The hallway ran along the outer wall, so walking far enough brought us full circle. The only door with a green light opened when I approached. Inside was a huge mirror wall and a long sofa, giving the room the atmosphere of a private theater.
It doesn’t look like there’s anything special here.
Hmm. A bust?
That mirror wall looks suspicious, but I don’t see anything particularly…
I ran my hands over the mirror. It simply reflected the room. Then, near the sofa, I found an odd handle.
This looks suspicious, doesn’t it?
Shall we try it?
Is it safe?
It’s not like a trapdoor will open beneath us. Let’s do it.
I gripped the handle and pulled hard. A heavy click sounded. The door locked, and the mirror wall began to change. The reflective surface turned transparent, revealing what lay beyond.
And the interior I saw was shocking.