Mistia's Desperate Plea
Mistia emerged from the bathroom and flinched.
“Truly, what a vexing fellow! Even if I had been properly treated, to lock this noble lady in such a cramped place... How difficult it must be for her to stand quietly among these lowly beings? Once the matter is settled, please let me out.”
While Mistia spoke, Yuna wrapped herself in the blanket and turned her head away.
Even among women, embarrassment was still embarrassment.
Without a word, I fired the suppression cheat at Mistia twice in succession.
“Hiiik! Kkhuuung... Uhhuung... Uuhhuung...”
Mistia rolled around on the floor.
She had never been able to endure more than one direct hit from the suppression cheat. Taking two straight on was enough to make her foam at the mouth and writhe.
“Kheuk... Kek...”
While this happened, Eleanor spoke to me.
“It seems the progenitor Mistia was not entirely wrong. Four of us standing quietly inside that room was indeed a difficult task.”
“Hmm.”
Hearing Eleanor’s interjection, the still somewhat dazed Somi crawled out from the bathroom floor.
“M-Master... P-Please save me. I’ll do anything... Sob... Sob...”
The only one who remained standing stock-still was No. 74.
She had been optimized as a sex slave, after all.
Because she lacked any fear of death, she had simply stood quietly even in front of the progenitor.
She was still human, but calling her a bio-engineered doll wouldn’t feel out of place.
“This room is rather narrow...”
I muttered, and Yuna replied.
“You deliberately chose not to use the other rooms, my lord?”
“What?”
“Ah... We of the Hwaryeong Lee clan possess the trait of precognition. When the women of our family gather together, we can use it even more frequently... I am grateful that you purchased my only surviving blood relative, my mother, and my younger sister.”
“Hmm.”
I hadn’t realized Yuna had such a secret.
Was this what it meant to be blood?
She really was a woman worth eight billion won.
That was probably why she had been so calm, as if she already knew everything.
“Are there no people in the other rooms?”
“No, my lord. This humble residence belongs to you alone. Perhaps those who lived here differently due to some influence from another world have vanished...”
Yuna’s words were correct.
I had thought the game world had swallowed me whole, but upon closer inspection, it felt as though I had been pulled into the game world.
Then what exactly was this game?
It didn’t matter.
The cheats worked perfectly on me, and there were only days left to live comfortably.
While I was at it, I asked Yuna if my thoughts were correct.
“How do you think I’ll live from now on?”
“My lord’s future is as bright as the heavens themselves.”
“But are you still a virgin?”
“I have served only to serve my lord since before, so I am an untouched virgin.”
Whoo...
Did I suspect her for nothing?
I grabbed Yuna, pulled her into my arms, and stroked her hair.
It was only natural for a shut-in loser like me to behave this way. Changing my attitude now would be strange.
By taking the Yuna I liked as my wife, I could easily fulfill my slave-loving desires.
“Ah... Husband...”
Yuna smiled with a mixture of affection and embarrassment, as if my embrace felt good.
Perhaps the ticking sound Marcus had mentioned was absent because Yuna had truly sensed my existence and fallen for me long ago.
I puffed out my chest, feeling like a real man for the first time.
After all, a real man keeps a woman.
“Kheuk, khehheuk...”
Looking down at Mistia crawling on the floor, I groped Yuna’s breasts.
After a moment of laziness, I gestured toward No. 74.
“74.”
“Yes.”
No. 74 approached immediately, standing in a respectful posture.
If I gestured again, she came over to my side like Yuna.
I slipped my hand into her cow-patterned bikini and began groping her breasts.
They were enormous...
Far larger than Yuna’s.
Small was fine, but large had its own powerful allure.
No. 74 didn’t make a single sound even as I kneaded her breasts, simply standing there quietly.
When my touch grew more intense, the bikini strings loosened and slipped down.
“Amazing...”
“Uhn... Uh...”
Yuna moaned as I continued to tease her nipple.
Meanwhile, No. 74’s fingers grew damp as she played with her nipple.
“Eh? What’s this?”
When I looked in surprise, liquid spurted from No. 74’s breasts.
“When a man touches them, they become aroused and begin secreting colostrum. I have been specialized as a cow slave with the appropriate genes. Please drink my colostrum.”
No. 74 leaned her body forward with a mechanical tone, and I drank her milk as if mesmerized.
The warm liquid poured over my tongue, leaving a thick, sticky sensation that swept through my body.
The taste of colostrum was completely different from regular milk.
Yet it wasn’t unpleasant. It rather reminded me of something from childhood.
Buried in No. 74’s sweet scent, I focused my tongue and throat.
The colostrum I sucked down slowly slid down my throat.
The dense, lingering taste in my mouth was unbearably addictive.
It had a higher concentration and stronger viscosity than ordinary milk.
No. 74 stroked my head while explaining about her colostrum.
“Colostrum contains more protein and immune components than regular milk, making it thicker. I don’t know if it will suit my lord’s taste. If you wish, I can squeeze more for you.”
No. 74 removed her hand from my head and began stroking her own breasts.
Each time she did so, more colostrum flowed into my mouth.
However, the special taste of colostrum gradually faded, replaced by smooth, slippery milk.
This time it wasn’t as thick as before.
It had a lighter, sweeter flavor that danced on my tongue.
Still, No. 74’s milk had a milky taste, as if her genes had been enhanced to resemble cow milk.
I knew the taste of milk, but I had never tried colostrum, so I couldn’t say much about that.
Anyway, the rich, milky flavor of breast milk filled my mouth.
It felt strange to be sucking milk from a human woman.
“Chuuup, chuuup.”
I enjoyed No. 74’s embrace as if in a trance.
Soon, however, the secretion stopped.
“You have finished. A total of 2 liters of milk has been consumed. It will take some time until the next generation.”
Did I really finish an entire carton of milk?
The feeling of fullness had vanished.
Normally I maintained a state where I was neither hungry nor full.
There was no need to eat.
Yet that didn’t mean eating was meaningless.
It was because I felt the mana swirling around me when I used the suppression cheat.
“I want more to eat.”
“I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I heard from the bathroom that No. 69 and No. 892 are coming. They will also naturally secrete milk.”
“Really?”
“Um... Husband... I did receive a magic patch for milk secretion, but...”
Slave merchant Marcus was more meticulous than I thought, with a strong professional spirit regarding slave trading.
“Put it on right now.”
“Yes.”
Blushing, Yuna glanced at the other women, then searched through the discarded clothes.
She found a magic circle-etched patch and stuck it to her breast.
“It will take effect in five minutes, allowing me to secrete milk once.”
Yuna explained the magic patch.
“It says it can be used at least every three hours. Aah... Aaah...”
While reading the instructions, Yuna suddenly twisted her body.
Yuna’s breasts swelled slightly, veins bulging, and milk began to leak out.
“Come here.”
I approached Yuna with the intention of sucking her breasts like my girlfriend’s.
Yuna smiled gently and opened her arms to me.
It was fortunate that I had been curious about another woman’s milk, not No. 74’s.
Yet the moment I had that curiosity, the timing worked out perfectly, making me feel the presence of the mode.
I realized that lewd events were actively coordinating my fate.
It was passive, not active.
Anyway, I took Yuna’s nipple into my mouth.
The thick colostrum quickly passed, and milk came out.
“Uhn... Uh...”
Yuna’s milk was definitely human milk.
It was sweeter than No. 74’s, less watery and more milky.
It tasted like watered-down milk mixed with honey.
There was a subtle saltiness, perhaps from the sweat after the intense sex earlier.
“Chuuup, chuuup.”
“Aaah, does my husband like it...? Husband...”
As a wife, feeding milk to her husband.
It was oddly arousing.
But unlike No. 74, Yuna’s milk stopped quickly when I sucked harder.
“Haa... Haa, aaah...”
Yuna was panting, probably because the breast stimulation was quite intense.
I was about to climb on top of Yuna to eat her again when a knock sounded at the front door.
Knock, knock.
The knocking echoed through the room.
Who was it?
Only then did I realize I had sent the slaves.
I hadn’t said anything, but Eleanor went to the entrance and opened the door.
“Hello. I am Lee Jina, a slave. I have come escorting your lordship’s slaves No. 69, No. 892, Baek Hana, and Lee Heeran.”
New slaves had arrived.