The Milk Cow Pussy Bitch's Humiliating Self-Portrait
The fourth and fifth drawings featured the vulva, pussy lips, jade gate, lower gate, pussy, cunt hole... anything worked. That most precious and intimate spot any woman must desperately hide. Forcing her to expose it herself was always a command that brought domination and raw excitement. Especially if she was a fresh bitch yet to be fully conquered.
"...Yes... Master... This milk cow udder pussy bitch... will spread her pussy......"
Far from refusing, Yang Yeon-hwi faithfully echoed the utterly humiliating order as her hand slid down to her lower garments. She was pure obedient livestock incarnate.
Swish.
Her lower garments fell limply to the floor. Naturally, nothing now covered her most secret place. Her vulva was starkly exposed. The pubic hair was on the thicker side. Beneath it lay plump mounds and a deep cleft.
"Ha! Nice."
A pleased laugh escaped Bang So-un's lips unbidden. This was Painter Yang Yeon-hwi's pussy. The renowned supreme artist, fallen to hypnosis, helplessly baring her own cunt. The thrill of domination hardened his cock.
"Heh heh heh, this is the stuff."
Jang Il leered at Yang Yeon-hwi's pussy, chuckling lewdly. A taste only they could savor in the world. The ultimate flavor that never grew stale.
Bang So-un nodded in agreement, then commanded.
"Pussy At Attention."
The pose unique to Golden Dragon Battlefield alone. Only they could force a woman into such a degrading, shameful stance.
"...This milk cow udder pussy bitch... immediately assumes Pussy At Attention... Master......"
Yang Yeon-hwi placed both hands on her head. Bending her knees, she spread her thighs wide and thrust her pussy forward. A posture begging anyone to gaze upon her cunt. Naturally, it revealed her pussy far more clearly than before.
"Thorough preparation, Jang Il."
Bang So-un gave a thumbs-up, as expected from his man.
"Heh, such a vital pose demands priority imprinting, doesn't it?"
Jang Il shrugged nonchalantly. But of course. The bastard knew exactly what a man's pleasure entailed.
Bang So-un smiled in satisfaction and turned back to Yang Yeon-hwi.
"Fine form. What pose is that?"
"...So Master can better admire this milk cow udder pussy bitch's pussy... it's the pose thrusting the pussy forward......"
Jang Il had imprinted even the name meticulously. Bang So-un chuckled.
"Perfect for viewing."
That was precisely why he'd ordered it—to properly savor Yang Yeon-hwi's pussy. Now the labia were fully visible. No unsightly sagging. Excellent condition for a married woman. The color was a healthy reddish-brown, not darkened or bruised. Not virginal pink, but impressive given her history of sex.
"Prime condition. A pussy I like."
Bang So-un appraised her precious organ like market goods.
"...Thank you... Master......"
Yet she blankly expressed gratitude, as if admitting her pussy was no different from street wares—stoking his arousal.
"Now then......"
Udder and pussy savored, the day's work was done. What remained was...
"Draw."
Scratch, scratch.
The threadbare-naked pussy bitch's body took form on the canvas. A body she knew better than anyone—her own. Her first nude self-portrait. No reason before to draw something so vulgar and obscene.
But now she did. Naturally. Master had commanded it.
A pussy bitch obeyed every command absolutely. From head to toe, nothing was hers. All belonged to Master. Udder, pussy, even a single pubic hair—obviously. Reason too. Thus, no need to think or judge. She couldn't anyway. Just absolute obedience.
Squeeze, knead.
Master fondled her uselessly oversized udder from behind. But the pussy bitch ignored it.
-Focus only on the painting. Master had commanded it.
On her knees, unblinking, she concentrated solely on drawing. The pussy bitch in the painting had hands on her head. Waist bent, thighs splayed wide. Pussy thrust out for display. Pussy At Attention. The eternal pose Master taught. At his command, anytime, anywhere—bare the pussy and assume it.
That was the nude self-portrait pose Master desired. Excellent. Especially as it spread the pussy wide for Master's viewing pleasure.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
The painting neared completion. She poured peak focus into the final coloring and finished.
"......"
She examined it once more. Flawless. Line to color, impeccable.
Reporting to Master upon confirmation.
"This milk cow udder pussy bitch has finished her nude self-portrait, Master."
Master continued kneading her oversized udder while scanning the painting top to bottom.
"Superb skill, as expected. I love it."
"Thank you, Master. Your praise for this pussy bitch's lowly painting is an ocean-deep honor."
For Master to praise her worthless scribble—what glory beyond measure.
"Pfft, yes, an honor. Now add the inscription."
"This milk cow udder pussy bitch obeys, Master."
She took up the inscription brush. No need to ponder content. Just write as ordered.
-Milk Cow Udder. The glorious slave name Master bestowed.
-Pussy Bitch. No human name for a pussy bitch. Just that.
-Cloud Middle Pavilion, Milk Cow Udder Pussy Bitch Exclusive Hypnosis Training Room. The place Master personally chose in Cloud Middle Pavilion for her hypnosis training.
-Hypnosis Slave Day One. Mundane dates irrelevant. Only the day she became Master's faithful hypnosis slave mattered.
-So Master can gaze upon this lewd, naked milk cow udder pussy bitch's body anytime and use it for jerking off. The purpose, naturally. Udder and pussy existed solely to sate Master's lust. Unable to fuck the painting, it was for fapping fuel.
"Add one more."
Master chuckled and commanded.
"Yes, Master. This milk cow udder pussy bitch awaits your word."
Ready for instant obedience.
"Write this: This bitch, at my single word......"
Master issued his solemn command.
"Understood, Master."
She resumed writing beside the prior text.
-This milk cow udder pussy bitch is a retarded pussy bitch who, at Master's single word, instantly spreads her pussy and draws her own nude self-portrait to offer up, preserved eternally in this painting for Master to verify anytime.
Utterly just words. No act could be grasped forever. It flowed away like time. But preserved in paint, the scene endured eternally. Like this retarded pussy bitch in the painting, utterly obedient at Master's word—stripped bare in Pussy At Attention.
"Finish it."
"Yes, Master."
-To the great Master who dominates every part of this milk cow udder pussy bitch.
The final inscription flowed seamlessly. The second painting complete.
The erotic painting where the pussy bitch grinned idiotically sideways while Master toyed with her udder nipple was finished first and offered up. Completing both paintings Master desired—what profound emotion for the day.
"It's done, Master."
"Good, empty-headed big-udder bitch."
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Consciousness sank back into deep, deep hypnosis. Empty mind waiting. For Master's solemn suggestions.
Slosh, slosh!
With each step, her uselessly oversized udder bounced dramatically up and down. She'd removed the udder binder. Deeply embarrassing and inconvenient. But unavoidable. A lump in the udder prevented wearing the compressing binder. Even slight pressure brought agony—no choice.
"Hoo."
Yang Yeon-hwi sighed softly and kept walking.
"Ahem."
"Cough, cough."
Hot male gazes from afar. They thought they were subtle, but to her, they were brazenly lecherous. Shame flushed her face. She couldn't run—her udders would jiggle even more obscenely. Barely suppressing mortification, she entered the barracks.
"H-Husband... your concubine has arrived."
Her voice trembled unwittingly. Her bare udder registered.
Ak Bul-beom, seated, opened his eyes and looked at Yang Yeon-hwi. And.
"Uh...?!"
His eyes widened in shock. He'd spotted the embarrassingly bouncing breasts. Too massive to miss.
"Y-Your lower garments seem missing...?"
Ak Bul-beom rarely stuttered. Utterly flustered. This attire meant she'd paraded outside like this.
"Ah... a lump formed in my left breast, so I removed it. The pain was severe......"
Yang Yeon-hwi explained. Oblivious that it was from forced cum injections. Or why she said "breast" not "udder" before her husband.
"Ahem... I see. Must've hurt."
Ak Bul-beom cleared his throat awkwardly. Mortifying, but if pain-induced, even a husband couldn't complain.
"...Sorry for the indecent sight, husband."
Yang Yeon-hwi said, face red.
"No, no. Health first."
"Thank you for understanding, husband. I've brought today's medicine—please recover soon."
The fourth dose. As the number rose, Ak Bul-beom remained clueless to his wife's ordeals. Especially unaware she'd just bared udders and pussy before strange men. And tomorrow...
Her pussy would be pierced by a stranger's cock.