A Meeting That Shouldn't Happen (5)
If my heart hadn't been pounding, that would have been a lie. Objectively speaking, the elf before my eyes was so stunningly beautiful that the words slipped out on their own. But I couldn't let the devil's whispers seduce me. If I gave in to a moment of lust and pounced on her, it would be as good as breaking my promise to Esilly.
This is a war with the elf. Get a grip.
If I lost and she took my chastity, I'd have no face left. My honor as a man would be ruined. For Esilly's sake, and for my own. I couldn't crumble so pathetically. Never.
My hands gripping the desk tightened. I clenched my teeth to calm my racing heart, then lifted my chin as if it were nothing.
"A 'please take care of me'? You're begging for punishment, so why the hell are you spouting that nonsense?"
"Eek... S-sorryyy..."
The elf flipped her expression like a switch and started fumbling into her underwear. Thanks to that, I let out a sigh of relief and closed my eyes.
Don't fall for her beautiful appearance.
The elf's scheme was to turn me into her plaything. If I complied meekly, I'd live the rest of my life as her puppet. As a human with free will, I wouldn't devolve into the elf's toy. I'd resist to the end, drive her out of the mansion, and humiliate her so thoroughly she'd never think of me as a toy again. So don't underestimate me, elf...!
"All dressed, Master."
Her sweet voice made my eyes snap open. At the same time, I sucked in a sharp, involuntary breath.
Wait, what the...?
Did this even count as clothes? A scrap of fabric patterned like Holstein cow spots barely covered her privates. The panties clung so tightly to her mound it looked like she wasn't wearing any, but if I was generous a hundred times over, I could call it covering something. But the top? No way in hell was that clothing. The fabric spread wide to either side, wrapping only around the areolas, making her protruding nipples stand out obscenely.
Whoever made this wasn't right in the head.
Just wearing it dropped a person's dignity two levels. No sane person would sell this as underwear. It was outrageously indecent—grotesque, even. The only tolerable part was the headband resembling cow ears.
"Um..."
The elf—whether genuinely embarrassed by her bizarre lingerie or just pretending, I couldn't tell—blushed as I kept staring and covered her chest.
"It's my first time with something like this..."
She tilted her head shyly, her acting flawless. If I didn't know her true intentions, I'd have mistaken her for a pure maiden. But the elf's innocence was just a mask. I crooked my finger arrogantly.
"Come here."
"Y-yes..."
As the obedient elf approached, I held up the pill.
"Open your mouth."
She parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. The moment I dropped the pill in, she snapped her mouth shut like it was the most natural thing.
"What the—!"
Her tongue brushed my finger, still half-inside her mouth.
"Slurp, lick..."
She sucked on my finger like an innocent lamb, and it sent chills down my spine. I yanked it out in a panic, a long string of saliva stretching between us. While I flustered, she swallowed, then opened wide to show the pill was gone.
"I ate all the naughty thing Master gave me..."
It was just one pill! I wanted to argue, but the atmosphere stopped me. Instead, I set the bucket on the floor. I had a rough idea why the witch gave me this.
"On your knees. Time to start the milking."
"M-Master? Even so, that's...!"
"What? Don't like it? I promoted you from sow to milk cow, and it's not to your taste?"
"I..."
Biting her lower lip, the elf murmured almost inaudibly.
"I'm not an animal..."
What the hell? Caught off guard by her unexpected reaction, I racked my brain in silence—then remembered the whip. This must be her signal to use it.
"You're saying you're not an animal?"
I pulled a switch-like whip from the box and lightly scanned her body for strike points.
Arm? No. Too delicate—might bruise badly. She seemed okay with marks that didn't bleed, but better safe.
Back and legs, same issue.
That left only her ass. Plenty of fat there—bruising possible, but low risk of cuts.
"I'll ask again."
Clack, clack. I deliberately circled behind her and swung the whip at her ass.
Smack!
Her whole body jerked like she'd been electrocuted.
"Hic!"
"Still not an animal?"
"I-I'm not an animal..."
Though reluctant, I whipped her ass again.
"Ngah!"
"Still not?"
"N-no! I am an animal...!"
She whimpered, her ass red with whip marks on full display. It was a relief—I wasn't used to hitting anyone.
"If you recognize you're an animal, get on your knees. We'll start the milking."
"Sniff... Y-yes..."
The elf knelt, leaning forward to drape her breasts over the bucket. I set the whip aside and straddled her back like a saddle. Facing her straight-on felt too intimidating right now, so this was best. I took a deep breath and cupped her breasts from below. Unintentionally, it put me in a position of hugging her from behind.
Her shoulders twitched, and she blushed like a shy girl.
"M-Master... It's embarrassing..."
"Shut up."
You're not the only embarrassed one. In several ways. Feeding her a lactation pill, making her expose her chest in that insane lingerie, and milking her—in the sacred study lined with ancestors' portraits, no less. I was failing as family head. I could list five crimes off the top of my head. But paradoxically, this was all for the family. Swallowing tears, I gently squeezed her breasts.
"Ahh..."
A faint moan traveled through my fingertips. Even that light grip made the soft flesh yield sweetly into my palms, more enticing than anything. If she weren't an elf, I might have savored it.
"No different from a whore. Getting off on this humiliation?"
"N-nooo!?"
I squeezed harder, slowly kneading while teasing her nipples with my fingertips. Moves cribbed from Baynen's dirty talk. Would it work? Watching her profile tensely, I saw her eyes half-lidded, mouth agape.
"M-Master... Nngh, ah. When you touch me like thaaat... Hah, ahn..."
It worked! No clue if she was really feeling it, but she acted the part. White droplets beaded on her nipples. Buoyed by confidence, I kneaded more aggressively. The elastic breasts changed shape under my hands, giving a strange satisfaction—not bad at all.
"Um, hnnngh... I-I'm feeling it, feeling iiiit..."
Her breaths grew ragged, steaming out. The droplets became a stream trickling from her nipples. But the flow was meager, running down my hands instead of the bucket. At this rate, my hands would get messy before the bucket filled.
"How long have I been touching you, and you're already leaking? Can't help being a sow, huh."
"Th-that's..."
No time for rebuttals. I pinched her nipples with my fingers.
"Eek!?"
She jolted, and milk squirted like a fountain, splashing the bucket's bottom.
"Correction. A proper milk cow."
I didn't know the pill's exact mechanism, but it worked like a charm. She was squirting like a real cow. Surprisingly fun, I grabbed both nipples and tugged. Each pull sprayed milk, her moans turning sultrier.
"Hahk, s-stop... stooop...! Haa, ah, ngh, hnnngh..."
Acting or real? Either way, fine by me. Trembling, tongue lolling—she was deep in it. After a few more squeezes, I figured enough and released her.
"Ngh, ah..."
A decent amount pooled in the bucket, filling me with inexplicable pride.
Should I raise a few cows on family land?
Shaking off the idle thought, I stood and looked down. Stray hairs clung to her lips. Half-lidded eyes, breasts draped over the bucket—pitiful sight. Milk still dribbled from her nipples, proof the foreplay's pleasure lingered. This should suffice. I shook milk from my hands and clicked my tongue.
"Now get out. Punishment's over."
"Huu..."
Hearing that, she slowly raised her torso. Her ragged breaths steadied as reason returned, and she looked up.
"Master? Say that again?"
"...Deaf? I said punishment's over."
"Over...?"
Her retort hit like a bomb. Still unsatisfied? Calmly calculating, I swaggered to the desk chair with exaggerated arrogance. There were still methods left, after all. Plopping down, I drawled pompously.
"Bring the bucket of milk. I need a drink."
She stood and turned.
"And then?"
"What do you mean...?"
"After drinking my milk?"
"Obviously, end the punishment..."
The life drained from her eyes.
"Heh..."
Without orders, her heels clicked as she approached.
"Better to drink it straight from the source."
Her glaring red eyes unfolded danger like a panorama. The mood shifted; survival instincts screamed. Each step darkened the world around her. But I couldn't move. Meeting her gaze terrified me. I sat frozen like a stuffed doll.
"You shouldn't lie."
Her steps halted.
"You said harsh punishment."
I groaned low.
"I need more punishment..."
She gripped the chair's backrest, leaning down. Stray silver strands tickled my cheek.
"You're too lazy to punish me properly."
I couldn't answer. Wouldn't. My mouth wouldn't move. Primal fear from my subconscious screamed not to defy her.
"It's weird. Holding back your lust is bad for your health."
Her sticky voice burrowed into my brain. Drip. A milk droplet from her nipple hit my lips and trailed down.
"Master. I'll withdraw for today, but remember this."
She seized my hand, guiding it to her lower belly.
"The place to vent your lust is right here."
Her voice, imperial as an emperor's, rang like an absolute command. Refuse further, and I might really die. She wasn't touching me yet because she clung to her 'slave' role. I didn't want the carnage when that mask slipped.
"Next time, I'll remember."
No choice. I admitted defeat.