Chapter 42: The Dairy-Cow Master (2)
Chapter 42: The Dairy-Cow Master (2)
Who would believe it if a busty female master who had broken through the wall admitted that she was a dairy cow? A martial artist powerful enough to reach the limits of human ability was a master in the Peak Realm.
And yet she admitted that she was livestock—a dairy cow—and that she belonged to someone?
No matter how badly someone went mad from Qi Deviation, that was not something that would normally happen.
That's right. Normally.
Just as I thought, planting that suggestion in Wi Ji-ja's mind was a masterstroke.
If he hadn't become impotent, he might have been able to handle even a little of Seol Yu-ran's overflowing Yin Energy. Even that much might have been enough to satisfy her married life, and Seol Yu-ran would never have betrayed her husband and committed adultery.
But because of his psychological problems, Wi Ji-ja had become impotent, and Seol Yu-ran had unintentionally spent five years alone in bed.
Thanks to that, her sexual desire, on the verge of bursting, clouded the mind of a master in the Peak Realm and gave me an opening to wedge myself into her rational thoughts.
I'd dug in relentlessly and exploited Seol Yu-ran's weakness, managing to pick away at some of the bolts barring her heart.
The only thing I was still worried about was that, no matter how much she liked her young disciple's King Cock, she seemed unlikely to let herself be completely conquered. I'd have to think about that a little.
Squeeze.
Right now, Seol Yu-ran was lying naked beside me, letting me fondle her enormous breasts to my heart's content. I'd only be cheating myself if I didn't enjoy this moment.
After all, nothing could be more foolish than wasting the present worrying about the future.
Seol Yu-ran, her tits caught in my grip as though I were squeezing milk from them, let out a heated moan and gazed at me dreamily.
"Ah♡ You're at it again, playing with your master's breasts without ever getting tired of it?"
"Playing? I've always been serious about your breasts, Master. I've always looked at them and thought they were the best tits in the Central Plains, you know?"
"...I don't need anything like 'the best in the Central Plains.'"
Her words were prim and coy, but I could still sense, if only faintly, that she wasn't entirely displeased.
Did she like it that much, being desired?
I was sprawled on the grass, arms and legs spread wide, while Seol Yu-ran lay beside me with her head resting on my arm, embracing me like a lover. Anyone who saw us would have known we were "seriously having an affair."
The thought that the word after "seriously" would soon change made a grin spread across my face.
Seeing it, she gave me a coy little look, grabbed my nose, and flicked it.
"You little rascal. What kind of disciple turns his master into his own dairy cow?"
"I'm right here. You think I gave Chi-chi that bunny outfit for no reason?"
"...Come to think of it, your wife must have had quite a hard time."
"She did."
Mostly because she had to take care of my nighttime needs by herself. After she nearly died from sexual overexertion because of one little slip, she insisted that I absolutely had to take on more wives and concubines.
I was a little worried about Chi-chi being the first, since she's so proud. But fortunately...
Maybe because I'd gotten a little breathing room lately while working on Seol Yu-ran, Chi-chi had told me to focus on finding a candidate for my second wife, and that I could take care of her later.
I took the delicate hand resting on my chest and said, "You said you wouldn't be my woman. I wanted to make you my dairy cow instead. What? Is that not allowed?"
"...I suppose it's not forbidden. We're master and disciple, and yet we're already an adulterous-pussy couple."
She now mentioned "adulterous pussy" as if it were nothing. I couldn't have been more pleased to see how she was slowly becoming dyed in my colors.
As the Lust Demon, I was always proud to watch a mother who had devoted herself to her family become corrupted and tainted by King Cock.
In any case, looking at her snow-white hair and blue eyes, all I could think was how beautiful she was.
Even now, as she approached forty, the phrase "a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms" was no exaggeration. I couldn't even imagine what she must have been like in the flower of her youth.
"Master, did you happen to learn the Youth Preservation Art?"
"I did. But why are you suddenly asking?"
"Because you're so beautiful. If it weren't for the extra flesh around your waist, I'd never have thought you were a middle-aged woman with a child."
"You little—"
Thwack.
At the mention of the flesh around her waist, she widened her eyes and flicked my forehead.
Then she let her gaze drift down to her own waist and glared at it, her face set with grim determination.
That expression... was much like the one women in their early-to-middle years wore in the modern world when they resolved to lose weight.
If you asked whether a master in the Peak Realm, whose body was supposed to be perfect, could have something like extra flesh around her waist, the answer was yes—at least for women.
After all, pregnancy and childbirth could put a crack in even the most perfect balance of the body.
Her pelvis had probably widened and the extra flesh had followed when she gave birth to Wi Ji-bo.
"If I'd been born ten years earlier, I would've made you my woman, Master."
"...Ahem. Be satisfied with becoming my dairy cow."
"I know. That's why I like you, Master."
No disciple could dislike a milf master who let him fondle the best tits in the Central Plains, breasts as big as watermelons.
"Give me a handjob, Master."
"You're so spoiled."
Chuk-chuk-chuk.
Even as she said that, she lowered her hand and stroked my hard, erect cock.
She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, too big to fit in one hand, as if gripping a sword's hilt, and moved it up and down with the dazzling skill of someone wielding a sword.
She didn't just stroke it roughly; her touch was thorough and delicate.
As a swordswoman who practiced the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, a precise art that unfolded complicated sword paths, she knew exactly how to move her hand.
If Chi-chi combined her natural talent with martial arts to give a proper, orthodox handjob, Seol Yu-ran gave a handjob by flawlessly performing the sword technique she had learned.
The essence of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique now unfolded through the luxurious handjob, leaving my entire body slack. The pleasure radiating from my groin up my spine and throughout my body made it impossible to think straight.
"Huuuuh."
"Feels good?"
"Uuungh. Sooo good...."
"Hehe. Really? You like this? You like it here?"
Perhaps exhilarated by the rare control she had seized, her giddy excitement translated into the movements of her hand along my cock.
Where else in the world would you find a milf master so intently focused on jerking her disciple off? Despite her vulgar actions, the deadly seriousness in her expression was oddly captivating.
Had I been staring too blatantly?
Our eyes met naturally.
After locking gazes for a moment—
"Mwah, mwah. Slurp. Slurp."
"Lick. Lick. Smack. Peck."
Without a word, we both leaned in simultaneously, pressing our lips together.
What followed wasn't a breathless, violent clash—but a soft, leisurely kiss. It felt less like an affair and more like pure romance.
A milf with a husband and child engaging in sweet, romantic kissing?
I couldn't think of a more mismatched combination, yet in a way, it made perfect sense. Because right now, Seol Yu-ran was submitting to me as her owner—her "disciple's dairy cow."
Without realizing it, by acknowledging herself as my cow, she had unconsciously surrendered to me as livestock.
That was why, even as she obeyed my whims, she could still genuinely enjoy it.
The result of that chemical psychological reaction?
Pure. Romance.
'Or maybe not.'
As far as I was concerned, the only thing that mattered was that I could freely plunder the pussy of a potential wife candidate.
"Schlop, schlop. Master's tongue... tastes so good... Schloooop."
"Schlop, schlop. Hurry, schlop, cum already. Slurp. My hand's starting to ache."
"Got it. Slurp. Schlap."
The corners of my eyes curled up on their own.
There was no way a Peak Realm master like Seol Yu-ran would actually tire from a handjob. It was just an excuse to hide the fact that her inner dairy cow was brimming with desire for her superior male's seed.
What a spoiled cow.
Trying to conceal her own lust while manipulating her owner to get what she wanted—how insolent.
"Master."
"Hm?"
"Acting all high and mighty when you're just a cow!"
Quick as lightning, I moved the hand that had been squeezing her breast and stabbed into a different hole. Not the front one—the back.
Squelch.
"Hyiiieek?! Wh-what are you doing?! Not there! Take your hand out—!"
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"KYAAAAAH?!"
I vigorously finger-fucked her asshole with my index and middle fingers. Judging by her reaction, it didn't seem painful—but it wasn't pleasurable either, judging by the genuine panic on her face.
The sensation of fingers invading an exit meant for waste must have been horrifyingly repulsive.
As she flailed in shock at the sudden anal assault, trying to escape my embrace, I pinched her nipple.
Twiiist.
"Nghhhoooohk?!"
Her entire body stiffened, trembling violently as she came—and I immediately resumed fingering her now-used shithole.
Squish. Squish.
With no lubrication, the dry friction echoed obscenely.
Every time my fingers scraped her inner walls, her flinching made me think—Oh? She's got potential here too.
Then again, no Peak Realm master would be untalented when it came to their asshole.
Originally a natural excretory orifice, the instinctive revulsion was just a matter of conditioning. But for masters who had surpassed physical limits, their excretory organs degenerated—turning into just another pussy. Perhaps because she had been born in the North Sea and possessed so much yin energy, even her asshole clenched tightly around my cock.
And given her Yin Energy-rich, lewd body from the North Sea, her asshole clenched around my fingers like a second cocksleeve.
This was basically an ass-pussy. Had she never tried anal with Wi Ji-ja? What a waste of talent.
"Nghh—p-pull it out, hih, please?!"
"Master. You're my cow."
"I know that."
"No. Being my cow means you don't get to demand master treatment. You know that deep down, don't you?"
"......."
Had I struck a nerve?
Cornered, she opted for silence—so I scraped my fingernail along her rim and whispered:
"Our master-disciple relationship hasn't changed. But now, there's an additional owner-cow dynamic, right? Right now, you shouldn't act like my master—but like my cow."
"Then why do you keep calling me 'Master'?"
I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Because I've always wanted a cow-master at least once."
"...Ha! My disciple is quite the greedy one. Honestly, you put even the Lust Demon to shame."
Her glare was scalding. Clearly, my whipping hadn't sat well with her—so now, it was time for the carrot.
A little push and pull, so to speak.
"But since I'm a good disciple~ If Master wants, there is a way to avoid getting this hole breached."
"Really?"
"Really. As the sect leader of Post-Nut Clarity Sect, I swear it on my King Cock."
"You are serious."
The fact that she actually believed me after I invoked my King Cock made me feel a little... complicated.
'Has Seol Yu-ran come to understand me as much as I've come to understand her?'
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
For a moment, Nietzsche's words from my past life surfaced in my mind.
"So... what does this cow-master have to do to make you stop playing with this hole?"
"That would be—"
After hearing my whisper, she—
"...Pervert disciple."
—flushed crimson and collapsed forward.