Supreme Milk Tanks
"...Unnie."
"Yeah."
"Hug me."
"...Yeah?"
Ha-rin So roughly squeezed the milk cow's breast.
Seo-ha Yoon approached her side and spread her arms wide.
"...Alright."
Squeeze. Ha-rin So nestled into her embrace. Seo-ha Yoon calmly patted the back of the girl in her arms.
Pat, pat. Inhaling the pleasant milky scent, Seo-ha Yoon stroked her back.
The warmth filling her body began to bring a spark of life back to Ha-rin So's deadened eyes.
'Good.''Good.'
Seo-ha Yoon exchanged glances with Kim Yeon-woo behind them. She secretly gave a thumbs-up. Seo-ha Yoon nodded slightly and hugged Ha-rin So even tighter.
Ha-rin So's body was warm. Her small frame fit perfectly into Seo-ha Yoon's arms, like hugging a just-right-sized heater that warmed her whole body.
She even imagined a soft gurgle gurgle sound, and felt Ha-rin So nuzzling her head between her breasts.
"...Seo-ha-ya."
"Yeah?"
"Is bigger really better, after all?"
"Hmmmmm."
Hearing Ha-rin So's quiet mutter, Seo-ha Yoon rolled her eyes around, searching for an answer.
Was bigger better? Of course it was. That's why they said bigger is always better. Whether it was a dick or tits, size mattered—bigger was just better.
But did that mean she hated smaller ones? No. Small had its own charm.
Her own breasts weren't that huge to begin with, after all.
"I... like you, Unnie."
"...Yeah?"
"It's not about breast size or anything. I just like you, Unnie. I like the person named Ha-rin So."
"R-Really...?"
Seo-ha Yoon patted her back and buried her nose in her crown.
Inhaling the sweet, fragrant milky scent, she pulled Ha-rin So even closer into her arms.
"Huuuuu...."
She held her like that for a while.
Feeling Ha-rin So burrow deeper into her embrace, patting her soothingly. Time passed faster than expected—over an hour flew by in a blink.
"Shall we move on now?"
Kim Yeon-woo, who had been watching from the side, slowly spoke up. Her soft, gentle voice flowed in, shattering their little world.
"Ah...."
Ha-rin So made a regretful face.
Seo-ha Yoon took her hand firmly and gave a small smile.
"...Some people can't even date."
"Pardon?"
"No. Nothing."
She cleared her throat again, straightened her neck, and started walking.
Passing the area where staff were working, she briefly checked the dorms and cafeteria before moving on.
The explanations continued as they walked slowly, not stirring much curiosity but not boring either. Ha-rin So clung tightly to Seo-ha Yoon's hand, refusing to let go, and Seo-ha Yoon matched her stride, so their pace naturally slowed.
How much time passed? The three arrived at the ranch's largest building, the main facility.
Kim Yeon-woo pointed to the Hall of Fame in the building lobby.
"This lists the retired Supreme Milk Cows from our ranch."
"Supreme Milk Cows?"
"Yes. Those who sacrificed for our ranch and left great achievements."
"Hmmmm."
Seo-ha Yoon slowly looked at the portraits on the wall—or rather, just breasts—and the names below, along with their listed achievements.
[Largest Milk Tanks]
[Most Milk Produced]
[Most Vulgar Maso]
And so on.
One stood out with achievements two or three times everyone else's... no, her breasts were on display.
[Ranch Korea Branch 6th and 9th Branch Chief, Han Yu-bang]
Quite a... familiar name and pair of breasts.
'This is Milk Tank Year's tits.'
Han Yu-bang, aka Milk Tank Year.
She was the employee from the onahole department who helped with the company tour after the first interview.
Her breasts were so impossibly huge that she stuck in her memory. Well, more the breasts than the face, to be precise.
Of course, they hadn't crossed paths since that day—schedules never aligned—but...
"She worked here."
As branch chief, no less.
No wonder she was wearing a milk cow bikini from the first meeting.
"Do you know former Branch Chief Han?"
"Yes, from the company intro."
"Ah, I see. So you're from Futanari Corporation."
Kim Yeon-woo gave a faint smile and looked up at Milk Tank Year's portrait.
"She was amazing. Thanks to those vulgarly enormous breasts, we had to measure her single production in liters."
"Liters, huh... Yeah, they were vulgarly huge."
"...That big?"
"Yeah. Exaggerating a bit, her tits were as long as your torso, Ha-rin Unnie."
Ha-rin So's eyes twitched at Seo-ha Yoon's explanation.
Her expression screamed disbelief, questioning if what she'd heard was real.
"...Is that even human?"
"I told you—vulgarly huge."
"That's not 'a bit'—that's straight-up vulgar."
"Fair point."
Seo-ha Yoon chuckled softly in response.
It had been a while since she'd seen those breasts. They'd even fucked, so there was a twinge of loneliness at not meeting again. She was seeing them now, but... just the tits, no face, was a bit off.
'No real difference.'
The photo matched her memory perfectly.
Still vulgar as hell.
Kim Yeon-woo gazed at the portrait a moment longer, then turned away.
"Glad she's doing well."
"You two were close?"
"Oh, yeah."
Kim Yeon-woo closed her eyes briefly and murmured.
"Branch Chief Han's milk was so delicious."
"Ah, that aspect?"
"Getting buried in those tits felt incredible. Nestling in when tired made the universe visible."
"I get it."
Kim Yeon-woo drooled, lost in memories. Watching her, Seo-ha Yoon suddenly voiced a curiosity.
"Come to think of it, you were TS, right, Yeon-woo-ssi?"
"Yes. I used to be a guy."
"Why'd you decide on TS?"
"Why...? Simple."
Kim Yeon-woo made a small V-sign with her fingers.
"TS girls are the strongest."
"...Pardon?"
"TS girls are the strongest. That's what the novels say."
"...I see."
Seo-ha Yoon replied awkwardly.
She didn't get it, honestly.
'With futanari around, why bother...?'
She swallowed the thought and nodded slightly.
Seeing her proudly flash the V-sign, she couldn't say it.
"Hmm. Not wrong, I guess."
Ha-rin So, holding her hand, muttered from the side.
"...Really?"
"Yeah. They say TS women tighten their pussies better than regular women."
"Where do you even get that info?"
"Aftercare department."
"They handle that too...?"
Ha-rin So sighed deeply at Seo-ha Yoon's murmur.
"We seriously need to rename it. Or split the department."
She kicked the floor lightly, grumbling. Her reaction hinted at the workload.
No wonder—Seo-ha Unnie always called the aftercare department hell.
Seo-ha Yoon just gently stroked her head.
"Let's move on."
Their final stop was the packaging facility.
They changed into sterile suits, disinfected, and sterilized before entering.
Security might be tighter here than the main building.
"Now that I think about it, there wasn't much in the main building."
"Right. Above that is restricted to authorized personnel. Documents are stored there, or exec meetings."
"Ah, got it."
Seo-ha Yoon looked around.
It was just like a regular factory—nothing special.
Machines adding artificial sweeteners to the milk—breast milk—from above, filling folded packages, people inspecting equipment everywhere.
One odd thing: all the previous facilities had only women, but here most staff were men.
"This is the outermost part of the ranch."
Noticing her doubt, Kim Yeon-woo explained slowly.
"The staff here don't even know it's part of the ranch."
"...And?"
"They think it's just one of many regular milk factories."
"The corporation's separate, too."
Kim Yeon-woo whispered so other staff wouldn't hear.
"Makes sense...."
Even in the sexually open 2070s, a breast milk factory was hard to imagine openly.
"Someday, we can proudly declare it as breast milk."
Kim Yeon-woo said the terrifying line casually, her face resolute.
"I heard Futanari Corp's in-house cafe started breast milk desserts and lattes recently."
"Yeah. Tasty."
"...Why is that real."
Kim Yeon-woo murmured with a satisfied smile.
"Yes, it's coming soon."
Seo-ha Yoon just let out a small sigh.