Chapter 41: Cow-Milking Master (1)
Chapter 41: Cow-Milking Master (1)
When people are too flustered, they sometimes fail to process what's happening right before their eyes. Maybe that was the case now.
'What the hell did I just see?'
His veiny pillar of flesh had been thrusting relentlessly, scraping against her vaginal folds and prying open her cervix to flood her womb. Her tight walls, starved for so long, had greedily clenched around the young male's rigid rod, milking him for his seed—when suddenly, something shot out from Seol Yu-ran's chest.
Sssss—
The liquid splashed across my upper body.
The sight was so shockingly absurd that my brain short-circuited, leaving me frozen stiff.
A fresh yet sweet fragrance wafted faintly through the air. It felt slightly sticky, yet instinctively, I didn't find it repulsive.
"Breast milk?"
It was indeed breast milk. That which is known by another name in the lecher's lexicon—baby's meal.
Unconsciously, I stopped squeezing her breasts and stared at Seolyuran's face. She looked utterly bewildered, as if equally shocked that milk had sprayed out.
"Master, were you always the type to lactate?"
"Ah, no... Well, not exactly, but also not not..."
"Try to calm down and take deep breaths. Hoo. Haah. Hoo. Haah."
"Hoooo. Haaah. Hoooo. Haaah."
Taking deep breaths, she wiped away her confusion and injected composure in its place.
But as she breathed deeply, her melon-like mammaries swayed and jiggled along. Truly bewitching, yet undeniably vulgar jugs.
Squirm.
"Eek! ...Disciple?"
"Not my fault. Blame your obscenely sexy tits, Master."
"Now of all times, you—... Hoo. Fine."
Perhaps the sheer absurdity had the opposite effect of calming her down.
No—rather, seeing my adulterous cock twitch and salivate must have left her body still heated while her mind cooled.
Was this the so-called "hot in the chest, cool in the head"?
Her expression somewhat composed, she began to explain.
"Hmm. I've never witnessed it myself, but I recall hearing about it from my mother long ago."
"What is it?"
"Don't rush me."
"Kay."
As I listened, I idly played with her royal melons, stroking them as if polishing. Her glare sharpened further, but what adulterous couple would dare criticize each other?
Seolyuran exhaled deeply and continued.
"You know this master is from the North Sea Ice Palace, yes?"
"Yep."
"When the Young Palace Mistress achieves a certain mastery of the Ice White Divine Art, she is granted an Ice Essence."
Turns out, Seolyuran had been more pampered in the Ice Palace than I'd thought. Even as the Young Palace Mistress, she must have been quite young when she received the Ice Essence—impressive indeed.
'Ice Essence, huh...'
The Shaolin Temple's Great Cyclic Pill. The Mount Hua Sect's Purple Dawn Elixir. The Wudang Sect's Grand Pure Pill.
Just like those treasured panaceas of the great sects, this must have been the Ice Palace's own priceless treasure.
Now that the Ice Essence had led to this situation, I couldn't help but grow curious. If this breast milk was artificially induced, did that mean I could turn my other wives into lactating types too?
This was information I couldn't afford to ignore.
"Women who ingest the Ice Essence accumulate heightened yin energy. While most converts into internal energy or yin-cold qi that gathers in the dantian, the excess yin energy that isn't fully absorbed pools in the middle dantian, accentuating femininity."
"Woo-hooo~!"
"Stop making those weird noises. You sound like some bizarre pervert."
She frowned and scolded me, but I had no attention to spare for that. If what she said was true, then women who consumed the Ice Essence at a young age all grew massive breasts!
My cock twitched excitedly against her vaginal walls, making her flushed face shoot me a glare before she continued her explanation.
"The yin energy accumulated in the middle dantian accentuates femininity, but I've heard there are occasional cases where...if one receives yang energy equivalent to that yin energy—that is, if she's filled with healthy semen overflowing with yang energy matching the yin in her middle dantian—she may even produce breast milk."
"So you're saying, at least in some cases, the yang energy in my semen matches the yin energy from the Ice Essence in our master's...mammary glands?"
"...That's correct, but must you use such a vulgar term as 'mammary glands'?"
"Since when did you get so particular?"
Truly, her sudden prudishness was baffling.
"I can't comprehend the psychology of an adulterous slut who dislikes the term 'mammary glands' while cheating on her husband~"
"Sigh. Anyway, looking back through the Ice Palace's history, few men met those conditions, so records are scarce. That's why it never occurred to me until now."
"Then that means the Sword Saint failed to satisfy our master's pussy, huh?"
"......"
Perhaps because I'd subtly insulted her husband, Seol Yu-ran's gaze turned sharp.
For a cheating slut who abandoned her impotent husband to indulge in affairs, glaring at me like that felt both audacious and oddly endearing.
Anyway,
Whoosh!
"Hngk! ...This position—?"
I disengaged and flipped Seol Yu-ran onto all fours on the grass—the classic doggy style, where a female fully exposes her lower half to the male.
Catching sight of her voluptuous sideboob peeking past her ribs, I couldn't resist grabbing it roughly.
Then I plunged right back in!
Squelch!
My pelvis slapped against her pubic bone, asscheeks clapping loudly. The deeper penetration of doggy style arched Seol Yu-ran's back like a crescent moon, her erector spinae muscles standing out prominently.
Rubbing my abs against her smooth, jade-like spinal muscles, I resumed pounding.
"Haaah! Hngk, y-yesss...! S-Sudden thrusts are cheating...!"
"Can't be helped!"
Grabbing her gravity-defied melons and squeezing them like a dairy farmer milking a cow,
Squirt! Splurt splurt!
Breast milk sprayed out as freely as piss, filling the air with a faintly sweet fragrance.
"How am I supposed to hold back seeing milk-squirting tits like these!?"
Slap slap slap slap!
Squish. Squish.
Her plump ass absorbed the impacts like a seawall against a storm. True to a woman who'd given birth, she took my pelvic thrusts with ease.
But taking it well didn't mean enduring well—Seol Yu-ran was already climaxing.
"Nnghaaaah! Milking me while pounding deep is cheating...! Haaah♡"
"Who told you to parade around with these lewd milkbags? Just take your milking and doggy like a good girl! Hah! Hah!"
With a rough, unrestrained thrust, he plunged deep into her pussy, pumping in and out as he milked her like a cow, squeezing out spurts of milk with each movement.
The violent rocking of his hips made his balls swing back and forth, slapping against her clit. Though she crudely squirted breast milk while taking his cock, it still wasn't enough to quell the excitement building inside her.
She wanted something deeper, thicker—a more intense mating.
His pelvis slapped against her mound in short, wet smacks. Though not overly rough, the sticky, viscous coupling that followed was thick and heavy.
Squelch, squelch, squelch—
"Nnghhh…!"
Seol Yu-ran's eyes rolled back as her pussy convulsed in climax.
"W-What is this…?! My pussy feels so good♡"
"Master. Do you like it when I tap your pussy?"
"I love it♡ Ohh…! Nngh?! I-I can't take the tapping anymore…! Haaahk!"
Squelch!
Splurt!
Perhaps she preferred the sticky, melting sensation of gentle tapping thrusts over rough, mindless pounding.
Seol Yu-ran, suddenly overcome with pleasure, made an expression she should never show anyone—her body trembling violently, both above and below.
Despite being a literal milk-squirting cow-girl, her pussy's preference was for slow, rhythmic tapping—proof that she liked being pampered.
An unexpected twist, perhaps.
He lightly drummed against her sensitive spot, slow and deliberate, while grabbing the swaying breasts in front of him. Cupping them firmly, he gathered the stiff peaks at their centers—
And swallowed them whole.
Slurp!!
"Hyaaahhhn♡ W-What is this…?! M-My nipples are too sensitive, nghh?! Ohhooohhh…!!"
As his tongue danced skillfully, tormenting her nipples and coaxing out more milk, Seol Yu-ran climaxed again. Her pussy clenched tight, and as if announcing her upper half's orgasm too, her milk gushed out like a cow being milked, flooding his mouth.
The sensation of tasting the illicit milk from his adulterous master, now transformed into a postnatal milk-producing body, was—
Delicious!
Even with modern taste buds, he couldn't help but give it a generous rating—if the internet existed here, he'd have left a five-star review. It was an exquisite delicacy ahead of its time.
There was an oddly nostalgic sweetness to it, something that didn't quite fit the era.
It was like drinking lightly steeped plum tea—cool at first due to her icy qi, but with a subtle plum aftertaste, likely because she had mastered the Plum Blossom Sword Art, blooming plum blossoms in snowy fields.
Less like drinking plum juice and more like savoring a drink infused with the fragrance of plums.
Slurp, slurp. Sloooorp!!
"Hwaaah?! Haaahhn♡ Hwaang! S-Stop sucking already…!!"
No way. How could he stop sucking on these delicious milk-filled udders of his busty, adulterous master?
But an amusing thought crossed his mind, so he paused his hips for a moment, reluctantly pulling his mouth away.
"Master."
"Haa… Haa… What is it?"
"If your milk jugs are this huge and even produce milk, doesn't that just make you a cow?"
"Hey, what are you saying to me!? To your heaven-like master—!"
Squeeze.
"Oof."
"Heaven-like master?"
"……."
Perhaps because she still had some semblance of conscience left, she didn't repeat those words. It made no sense for a master engaging in an illicit affair with her disciple to expect heavenly reverence.
The way she turned her head to subtly avoid my gaze was a dead giveaway.
Still kneading her breasts, I spoke in a coaxing tone.
"Let's just admit it—you're a milk cow. Honestly, have you ever seen a female martial artist with tits as huge as yours?"
"...No."
"Right? So just admit it. Master, you're a milk cow."
"......No."
Had she secretly wondered if her own breasts were like a cow's? To make her admit it, I pinched both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and began rolling them gently.
As I rubbed the areolas and teased the tips, a clear white liquid trickled out—proof that even this torment brought her pleasure.
"Admit it. Or I'll take King Cock away and keep going."
"Hmph. As if I don't know you'll start thrusting soon anyway?"
"If I keep playing with your nipples, even you won't be able to hold back, right?"
"You underestimate this master too much. You could fondle them all day and it wouldn't matter. Do you really think I'd admit to something like that?"
An unexpected battle of endurance had begun, but I was certain of my victory.
Because from the moment I started teasing her nipples, she'd been clenching around me, practically begging me to pound her pussy.
I, too, wanted nothing more than to start thrusting right away, but all of this was for the greater cause (?). I had to endure.
Gradually, her breathing grew more frantic. Looking into Seolyuran's flushed face and hearing her heated gasps, I could see the light of reason evaporating from her eyes.
What remained was the frustration of a widowed mother desperate for release.
Though she'd lived her entire life suppressing her desires after swearing eternal chastity to her late husband, all that resistance had been reset ever since I started satisfying her properly.
They say a monk who's tasted meat struggles more to abstain than one who's never tried it.
Now that Seolyuran had learned the pleasure my cock could bring, she wouldn't be able to endure the torment of being heated up and left unsatisfied.
Just as I'd spent one hour pointlessly rolling her nipples and milking her—
"I, I am……."
A voice thick with hesitation.
But sensing the unbearable craving hidden within it, I seized the opportunity—tightening my grip on the nipples I'd been gently rubbing and giving them a sharp twist.
"Nghhiiihh♡"
As she let out a shameless moan, drool spilling from the corners of her mouth, I looked down at her and asked again.
"Well? What are you?"
"I, I'm—."
Seolyuran smiled faintly, her expression dazed as if something inside her had broken.
"A milk cow."
"Whose?"
"My disciple's milk cow."
"Right. Hee hee."
I couldn't possibly suppress the smile blooming at the corners of my mouth.
"My disciple is my master's milk cow. My very own milk cow—no one else's. Not even the Sword Saint, my master's husband, can take this from me. Understood?"
"...Understood."
"Then as your reward... I'll give you King Cock! Here goes!"
Squelch!
"Ooohhhh~♡"
It was a historic day—the day the master became the disciple's milk cow.
