The Milk from Sweet Ranch is Delicious
The milk from Sweet Ranch was delicious. If I had to pick the closest Earth equivalent I'd ever tasted, it would probably be pouring milk over sweet cereal, enjoying the meal, then pouring the leftover milk at the bottom of the bowl into a cup and drinking it. Of course, the difference between "cereal milk" and "Sweet Ranch milk" was enormous. They were only vaguely similar in being "sweet and nutty milk"—everything else was worlds apart.
Cereal milk was like strawberry-flavored candy—and even that fell short. It was more like plain water with 1L diluted by barely stirring in a strawberry lollipop three times, resulting in "water faintly scented with strawberry." By contrast, Sweet Ranch milk was on the level of fresh, juicy strawberries picked straight from a top-tier farm, squeezed right in front of your eyes into pure strawberry juice.
'Milk like this on Earth... impressive.'
Of course, that shock alone didn't surpass Arken beverages. It was delicious, but not enough to bridge the technological gap. Earth's food—at least what fit within my common sense—relied primarily on taste. A bit of smell added in, maybe the tactile feel of food on the tongue. You could factor in the sound of liquid pouring into a glass or the sight of pristine white milk when considering its flavor, but those were sensations felt before drinking. You couldn't experience them all while actually consuming the milk.
But what the Arken race called "food" was different. Through electrical signals, it delivered not just taste and aroma, but pleasure induced directly by the food itself. Going further, it could artificially evoke flavors akin to emotions like "nostalgia" or "serenity."
'That said...'
Experiences like this—purely honest delight from taste and aroma alone—were rare. At this level, it wasn't some "outdated implementation of flavor"; it deserved to be called a "classic" rendered in its purest form.
Hearing there was an even better way to enjoy this milk, I couldn't hold back.
"How does it work?"
"Yes, yes! The truth is, we've focused so much on producing even tastier milk that we haven't made meaningful progress in preserving or distributing the flavor. To innovate there..."
"Sorry. Get to the point. How?"
It was interesting enough, but listening to her fully would mean hearing every trivial detail from the development process onward.
"So, in conclusion, milk stored in the fridge inevitably loses a tiny bit of aroma or alters in flavor—no way around it! An ordinary person wouldn't notice, but with Arken taste buds, it might not be the best for you..."
"And?"
"Drinking it fresh-milked on-site seems like the absolute best way to enjoy it."
"Ah."
I recalled the women I'd seen in the milking room. Flawless figures and faces, every one. And their breasts were astonishingly huge. Breasts that size could produce milk in torrents without surprise.
'Didn't think of that.'
I'd enjoyed various forms of women and sex since coming to Earth, but never breast milk play.
'Makes sense, though...'
Breast milk fundamentally comes from pregnant women. In this world, pregnant women were rare to begin with—practically nonexistent. Arken cloning tech bypassed human wombs entirely. Thanks to that, I'd fucked women who were both mothers and virgins, but sex with pregnant women was almost never on the table.
Superior Race pregnancies—mine, that is—did involve the womb. Humans and Arken looked similar but were fundamentally different species. Arken assigned to human breeding programs underwent special procedures, and with cloning tech in the mix, any mishaps were possible. Upper command insisted on natural pregnancies as much as feasible.
'But...'
Women pregnant with my child were exceedingly precious. They got lifelong pensions, police escorts everywhere. Boarding a plane? Automatic upgrade from economy to business with a "Thank you for your devotion." They could even lecture at schools or public institutions for fees, on topics like "The Mindset to Earn the Superior Race's Favor."
So even for me, fucking a pregnant woman wasn't easy. Sure, if I really wanted to, I could make it happen, but they never approached me first.
"Sounds fun?"
I'd never been particularly interested before. I wasn't starved for maternal love, and milk from breasts didn't scream "delicious" to me. Even if Arken hybrids were strong, slamming my cock into a womb risked miscarriage—who knew? Better to play it safe.
But safe breast milk play? Especially if it produced Sweet Ranch milk? No reason to refuse.
I nodded.
I followed her into a small room.
"Please wait just a moment. Not quite ready yet..."
Yu Gayeon drank from a small vial of medication.
"What preparation?"
"To offer you my milk, Rishian-nim."
She beamed.
"That milk... comes from you too?"
"Of course, I don't personally produce and sell it. Too many other duties for that."
Yu Gayeon cupped her breasts from below. Undeniably large and majestic.
"But I can confidently say my milk is the tastiest. Call it a... prototype, of sorts."
"Prototype?"
"Yes. I can't control every employee's diet or habits one by one. Not realistic, and it'd violate human rights."
"Fair enough."
If they were actual cows, you could ration feed to control diet. But these were living people milking here. Company lunches? Maybe manageable. But they commuted, so controlling takeout chicken for dinner? Impossible.
"My body, though? Fully controllable. Near-perfect. And I can use drugs too unstable for others."
"So..."
"Yes. I want to offer the Superior Race... milk from my own body."
Couldn't refuse that.
She sat on the bed, carefully baring her breasts.
'Damn, they're huge.'
Even clothed, their grandeur was evident. Bare? Beyond imagination. Each breast larger than her face—maybe twice the size. Massive milk sacks swaying. Flesh-toned water balloons filled to bursting with milk.
"If you don't mind... could you stimulate my breasts a bit?"
"Gladly."
I sat beside her, slipping a hand lightly under one enormous breast.
'Whew...'
Research must've been grueling; a faint sweat beaded the underside. A scent wafted up. The damp touch against my palm was pleasing.
"Nngh... ahh... "
Supporting that weight daily couldn't be easy. As I held it, Yu Gayeon let out a soft moan.
"Now, latch onto the nipple... and suck."
"Of course."
I leaned down, taking her left nipple into my mouth. Soft and delectable—like mouthing a jiggly pudding.
"Knead a little harder..."
I gently squeezed the large, yielding breast. Loved how it sank into my grip. Then I felt something shifting inside.
"Hnnngh... "
"A bit harder. Teeth are fine..."
I nipped the nipple lightly, ever so gently.
'Oh?'
Instantly, sweet milk flowed from her breast.
'This!'
Not too cold, not too hot. Perfect body temperature for savoring the liquid's full taste and aroma. Incredibly rich and nutty—mind-blowing. Common sense shattered. Something this thick should be sticky gel, yet it filled my mouth with refreshingly smooth liquid.
Sweet. Sweet enough to numb the tongue, yet transcendent nuttiness balanced it perfectly. After this, no sweet drink would register. You'd mix up plain milk and water, cola and soda water.
Reason she recommended it? Obvious now. The pinnacle of classic beverages, without brain hacks—just pure flavor limits pushed to the edge.
"Ahh!"
I wanted my mouth flooded. Every inch—tongue top and bottom, palate, throat—bathed in this taste.
"I-if you use your tongue like th-that..."
I swirled instinctively. Maybe craving the nipple's bumpy texture on my tongue tip while savoring the milk.
Switched breasts, milking thoroughly. Satiated, mood lifted.
"Hah... ahh... How was my milk...?"
"Perfect."
Wished I could have this daily. Not for official sale yet, but my authority could snag samples.
"I-if you want even tastier milk... there is a way."
"Better than this?"
The first sip amazed; direct from the source blew it away. Hard to imagine better, but Yu Gayeon wouldn't lie.
"If the Superior Race graces me with his manhood... I could make even tastier milk."
"How?"
I tilted my head. Yu Gayeon bowed hers shyly, eyes fixed on my erection straining my pants.