Level 5 - My Head Went Ding (8)
"What do you mean? Tell me more."
"You know Yi Gongju the hunter, right?"
The youngest S-rank hunter who suddenly appeared and caused a media frenzy. Princess of Magic Bullets—that was her nickname. She was either 20 or 21. I remembered her position as a rear-line sniper.
"No way..."
"Yi Gongju picked this place. She said she'd join whatever team gets her in."
"For real? Why the hell would she come here...? So you're trying to recruit her?"
"Why would I?"
"Then why are you here...?"
I finally realized what she was pointing at—me. An uncontrollable S-rank hunter joining my side? Wasn't this the exact situation I'd been dead set against until moments ago?
"Our team will be fine as long as I manage Chaerin. Even if I set up the perfect uncomfortable environment for her, she wouldn't show up."
"What about Seo Eunha?"
"Eunha will pretend she doesn't know, even if she does. That's just how she is. She hardly ever shows up anyway, always off volunteering."
Would that really apply to someone like me, who had zero connection to them? Still, she really did volunteer a lot. I'd dismissed it as image-making after seeing Yoo Chaerin's true colors.
"Eunha doesn't do image-making. She chooses to do it herself."
"How'd you know I was wondering about that?"
"It's all over your face. Makes sense after what Chaerin pulled—you'd lose trust. Yeah, Chaerin's is all fake."
"...Fuck."
Thinking back to how I'd fallen for that image and recruited Yoo Chaerin, only to suffer... The related articles had blown up, and upper management had chewed me out endlessly for tarnishing the team's reputation. Real Yoo Chaerin, when I hit level 10, you're done.
"Anyway, I pre-claimed the spot to keep Yi Gongju from fucking me over."
"That, and I figured you'd approve with an offer you couldn't refuse."
She was right—no other options for me. At least with Yoo Chaerin, Hyeun could control her. Yi Gongju? Total stranger.
"Moments like this really show you're a top-tier manager."
"You saying I'm not usually?"
"The perversion lurking inside is just too scary."
"Hoo, I'm reaching my limit♡"
I hadn't planned to play with you today anyway. Time was getting awkward to head back to the orphanage...
"I held off mentioning it earlier in case you wouldn't like it."
"Huh?"
"Fuck, if your milk tanks aren't leaking milk everywhere, they'd get infected or some shit."
Hyeun's t-shirt was a soaked mess, plastered to her skin from the overflowing breast milk. Maybe she's deliberately posing like that. It was pissing me off how hot it was. Too arousing—I felt like I was losing.
"Hehe♡ You freaked out earlier, but milk really is prime jerk-off material, huh?"
"...Yeah, it's not exactly vanilla play."
Her smug victory face only fueled my irritation. Why does this piss me off so much? Winning just proves you're the bigger perv.
Ah, I get it.
Yeah, losing to a woman's twisted fantasies as a man? Humiliating. I'd always taken pride in my own pervy imagination. Or not.
Anyway, now that things were like this, common sense dictated railing her until she begged to stop.
Without messing with memories, how to push this perv to the brink? Maximum unfamiliar pleasure.
I could amp up the intensity with my trait anyway. She'd escalate the scenario into something even sluttier on her own. What mattered was the first trait I implanted.
Mana's low, so use it carefully, one at a time.
As an A-rank, Hyeun guzzled my mana. I could wait for regen and layer more, but cooldowns were long—make each one count.
"Decided?"
"Yeah. Take off the t-shirt."
As Hyeun peeled off the drenched shirt, it made a wet schlurping sound peeling from her skin. Her two perky pink nipples asserted themselves, jiggling proudly. Feeling it wasn't enough, she shook her body slightly, making them stand out even more.
"For real, you want this?"
"Says the guy whose eyes are glued here."
"Can't resist a proper milk tank."
Fresh white droplets beaded on her nipples, trickling down her areolas. Fuck, how is a person this slutty? Hyeun gazed at me with sparkling eyes, expectant.
"When milk flows from my tits, it feels as good as a guy cumming. And the more that leaks out, the more sensitive my breasts get. Didn't know?
Study if You Don't Know
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"O-oh! One of the things I expected... just imagining it has me cumming already..."
"Shut up and shove those milk tanks in my face, you slut."
I roughly grabbed for her tits, then stopped—wasting that precious milk? No way. Implant the trait first, then milk her.
I manifested the trait by etching a barcode-shaped tattoo on her left breast.
"Damn, you nail the designs. So now I'm livestock for milking?"
"Exactly."
"Mm, can you drill that into my common sense?"
"What?"
You'd adopt that concept anyway. Why waste mana registering it?
"Nah. After your 'sincere' rape last time, I realized believing it for real turns me on way more."
"Oh yeah? Easy if that's what you want. Women whose tits leak milk aren't people—they're livestock for milking. Heh,
My Head Went Ding
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"Hic, hiiik..."
Wonder what this common sense feels like. Vague suggestions adapt to the target's mindset. Problem was, the target was Yoo Hyeun.
She went silent as the trait took hold, then suddenly stood from her seat and dropped to all fours. Crawling toward me, milk dripping from her tits, she begged.
"P-please, rancher sir..."
"Uh, wha..."
So I'm the rancher. Makes sense—if she's livestock, someone's gotta manage her. But damn, those shaking tits while she begs... fucking hot.
"M-my udders are full of milk♡ Please milk me♡"
"Why not milk yourself if you want it so bad?"
"H-how could lowly livestock like me touch sacred milk? It's food for humans."
"Uh..."
"As a point of livestock pride, only you, rancher sir, can milk me."
What kinda setting is that? Why would livestock take pride in not milking itself? But her not touching without permission? Hot as hell.
"Fine, if you want it that bad."
"Haa♡ Finally, rancher's touch for milking orgasm♡"
You're still just Yoo Hyeun. I worried I'd wasted mana—nothing much changed beyond the roleplay.
Slurp.
I latched onto the nearby left nipple and sucked hard. Obviously not enough, so I squeezed her massive tit firmly. Livestock wouldn't complain about the rancher's technique.
Psstsh! Milk sprayed like a showerhead, hitting my palate. A sweet, milky tang flooded my mouth.
"Hieeeeng♡ Uheuk♡ Cumming every time the milk flows out♡ Head goes blank—only milking orgasms♡ Livestock life feels so good♡"
"Quit yapping and give more milk!"
"Hiiik♡ So rough♡ Wooohook♡"
Her over-the-top orgasms every squeeze hooked me. I mercilessly tormented both tits. Gripping hard, milk squirted wildly as she shuddered and came. Her melted expression from just milking? Ridiculous.
"Hm, the barcode's changing color."
The pure black barcode was half white now. Proportional to milk extracted, probably. Sensitivity up too, per the trait.
"Hng♡ Why♡ Why stop milking♡ Give me milking orgasm♡"
"No chance."
I teased her nipples softly with my tongue—circling areolas, light nibbles for intense torment without squeezing.
"Milk me♡ Milk me♡ Squeeze my tits♡"
"Livestock giving orders to the rancher?"
"S-sorry♡ Do whatever you want, rancher sir♡ I'm just obedient livestock♡"
Her pantyhose was soaked through with pussy juice, dripping past the fabric. Yet no begging for pussy or ass. Lost in milking orgasms.
"Now the right one."
"Hik♡ Heuk♡ Feels good♡ Hiiik, milk me♡ Not enough♡"
"Shut it, livestock slut."
After maxing sensitivity on both nipples, I ripped her stockings for access. My throbbing cock, seeking a hole, plunged into her glistening, inflamed asshole. Livestock needed holes to fuck.
"Hauk♡ Rancher's a bestiality fiend♡ Even fucking livestock's shithole♡"
"Filthy-mouthed bitch. You trying to die? Wanna get killed for real?!"
"Heuk♡ Heuk♡ Tits jiggling on every thrust feels good♡ Love being treated like livestock♡"
Her tits bounced with each pound, light shivers or random tight squeezes teasing my cock. Same asshole, different scenario—totally new feel. Human body's mystery?
"Hng, take my cum, you damn livestock!"
"Hyeuuun♡"
As my semen flooded her guts, untouched nipples erupted milk. Psstsh! Ecstatic moans burst from her, mirror showing her happier than ever.