Milking Experience
Seo-ha Yoon stared at the milking machine Yeon-woo Kim was holding.
Something feels different...
She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
It did look different. At a glance, it wasn't like the standard milking machines she'd imagined or seen in videos.
But she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was off.
"The usage is simple,"
As she tilted her head and racked her brain, Yeon-woo Kim began her explanation.
"Turn on the milking machine's power and press it against your bare chest."
She tugged down her cow bikini as she spoke.
Ah, inverted nipples.
Hidden between pretty pale-pink areolas. Ha-rin So poked Seo-ha Yoon's side with her finger as she stared.
Ignoring it, Yeon-woo Kim continued her explanation.
She pressed the on-off button on the handle, and with a click, the machine hummed to life.
After a brief whirr, the moment it touched her breast, it sucked hard, clamping on tight.
"Like this, the milking machine sticks to your breast and won't come off until you turn it off."
With a soft pop, the inverted nipple was forced out. Pointing at the pretty pink teat, Yeon-woo Kim went on.
"The milk extracted from our cows varies basically by their skin tone."
"Skin tone?"
"Yes. For example, from Black women, you get chocolate milk."
"...Isn't that racist—"
"—Of course not. It's not about race."
Ahem.
Yeon-woo Kim cleared her throat.
But the suspicious stares didn't fade.
"I said it's by skin tone, not race."
"Isn't that the same thing?"
Seo-ha Yoon grumbled with a pout. Ha-rin So, standing beside her, wore the same expression.
It was only natural to feel uneasy if a company they'd come to rely on daily pulled something discriminatory.
"No. For instance, I'm Korean, but I tan, so my skin is brown and white."
"So what? You produce milk chocolate milk?"
"Exactly."
"Yeah, sure—huh?"
Seo-ha Yoon's eyes widened.
Yeon-woo Kim, watching her, peeled off the machine and handed over the full milk container.
"If you don't believe me, feel free to try it. ...Though it's a bit embarrassing."
Her cheeks flushed as she shyly offered it.
A sweet chocolate scent wafted up. Seo-ha Yoon eyed Yeon-woo Kim skeptically, then took a deep breath and sipped.
"...Huh?"
Sweet milk chocolate flavor filled her mouth. She tried a few more times, but it was consistently clean, sweet milk chocolate.
No fishy aftertaste—just pure, delicious chocolate.
"M-Me too!"
"Ah, here."
Ha-rin So waved eagerly.
Seo-ha Yoon passed her the container, shooting Yeon-woo Kim a bewildered look.
"...I-It's embarrassing when you like it that much."
"You said the milk changes by skin tone?"
"Yes. It's our ranch's pride and joy."
"...So what flavors are there?"
Yeon-woo Kim spread her fingers at Seo-ha Yoon's question.
Seven fingers total—three on the left, four on the right.
"First, the flavors divided by skin tone: basic, coffee, chocolate, and chocolate milk—a total of four."
She folded her right fingers as she spoke.
"Conversely, the artificial ones made by adding sweeteners and such to the basic flavor: strawberry, banana, and cookies & cream—three flavors."
"Pretty serious stuff."
"Yes. Currently in Korea, we sell strawberry, banana, cookies & cream, and basic. Milk chocolate will be available next year."
Seo-ha Yoon tilted her head slightly as she listened.
"Why no coffee flavor or whatever in Korea?"
"Ah, that's..."
"I'll explain!"
Ha-rin So, having drained the container, jumped in.
She looked up at Seo-ha Yoon.
"Simply put, it's a distance issue."
"Distance?"
"Yeah. It's packaged as milk, but it's basically breast milk. To sell overseas, you need super-cooling or sterilization... but that changes the taste."
"Ohhh."
"So usually, it's sold only within the country where the ranch is."
Seo-ha Yoon patted Ha-rin So's head as she absorbed the explanation.
"You know your stuff."
"Of course. I'm kinda a VVIP."
"Ohhh. So you do realize it's breast milk?"
"...Hehe."
She scratched the back of her head bashfully. Seo-ha Yoon pulled her close and turned to Yeon-woo Kim.
After straightening her outfit, Yeon-woo Kim faced them in her pristine cow bikini.
She spoke slowly.
"As Ha-rin-ssi said, our Korean branch is short on milk supply. Well, with only about 200 staff, it's to be expected."
"...200 people produce that much? The stores have mountains of it."
"It was impossible before."
Yeon-woo Kim glanced at the staff cows behind her.
"Thanks to technological advances and your company's cooperation."
"Futanari Corporation's?"
"Yes. The breast milk drug developed by Futanari Inc. skyrocketed our production."
Yeon-woo Kim gently scratched under a nearby staff member's chin as she continued.
"We used to need to impregnate staff to get milk, but now, with tech progress, pregnancy and such is purely by their choice."
"Hmmm..."
"Maybe a side effect of overuse. They get constant heat cycles like this."
"Isn't that just being in heat, not a cycle?"
"...You're right. But they do return to normal occasionally, so 'heat cycle' isn't entirely wrong... right?"
Yeon-woo Kim trailed off with question marks practically floating over her head.
She cleared her throat a few times and stripped off the nearby staff member's outer layer.
Huge breasts spilled out. Hugging the woman lightly, she said,
"Anyway, now for the milking."
"...Pardon?"
"Machines do it all these days, but sometimes hands-on is nice, right? If you've been to the ranch and skipped the milking experience, people tease you."
"Is that so."
"It is. I work here—I guarantee it."
I see, Seo-ha Yoon nodded slightly.
If an on-site worker said so, who was she to argue?
Instead of replying, she glanced sideways.
One of the ranch staff—a milk cow. An nameless woman with massive breasts.
Three heads' worth.
Thinking that, Seo-ha Yoon stepped closer to the cow and looked back at Yeon-woo Kim.
"Just be gentle. You know how, I'm sure."
"Ah, right."
Real humans, not actual cows—breasts were her department at Futanari.
Seo-ha Yoon's soft hands touched the cow's breast. The yielding flesh swallowed her fingers, and white milk began dribbling from the nipple into the bucket.
"Oh, ooh♥"
Hearing the sweet moan, Seo-ha Yoon started kneading the huge breast.
"...You're good at this."
"Experience."
"True that."
Yeon-woo Kim chuckled softly.
The bucket filled quickly. Such big tits produced a lot—maybe thanks to drugs like the breast milk one.
If a pill made milk without pregnancy, of course there'd be one to boost volume too.
When the bucket was half full, Yeon-woo Kim turned to Ha-rin So.
"Ha-rin-ssi, your turn—"
"..."
"—Uh. Um..."
Yeon-woo Kim slowly looked away.
She couldn't meet those dead eyes.
"...Milking."
"..."
"...Tch."
Ha-rin So clicked her tongue sharply and approached the cow slowly.
Seo-ha Yoon's hands slowed, tense. Ignoring her, Ha-rin So grabbed the breast roughly.
"Kghhh?!"
"...Fucking huge."
"Kh, aaah... ooooh♥"
Seo-ha Yoon watched Ha-rin So's rough handling, then slowly stood.
She slipped quietly back to Yeon-woo Kim's side and stood like a statue until Ha-rin So finished.