Chapter 43: The Milk-Cow Master (3)
Chapter 43: The Milk-Cow Master (3)
What comes to mind when you hear the words "milk cow"?
Usually, when people think of cattle, they think of meat that produces the finest cuts. But milk cows are different. Unlike ordinary cows, these black-and-white-spotted animals produce milk when you squeeze their enormous udders.
Milk is so amazing that I think your jaw would drop if you found out just how many different ways it can be used as food.
So I think a woman who produces breast milk like a milk cow despite not being pregnant is amazing.
You could even say that, taken on its own, she's on a par with the species called milk cows, which enrich the world with milk.
That's why I made Seol Yu-ran do it.
Since she'd become a milk cow anyway, I told her to try being a more complete milk cow.
"M-moo-oo... Moo."
Seol Yu-ran made a cow's mooing sound and gently swayed her hips.
Down on her hands and knees in a rear-entry pose, she stuck her enormous ass out toward me and imitated a milk cow. I was the one who had told her to do it, but seeing it in person left me speechless.
As she crouched like livestock, the sheer size of Seol Yu-ran's milky tits made them hang heavily down, surrendering entirely to gravity.
They sagged so far they looked as if they were stretching downward. It was a sight that made me understand at once what people meant by a milf's tits. But even before that, their sheer size alone was enough to make me think of a milk cow.
There couldn't be many women in the Central Plains whose breasts hung down like that when they stood on all fours—and even among them, none would be as extreme as Seol Yu-ran.
'She really must have hated the idea of anal.'
A cheating cunt of a master, imitating a milk cow so she wouldn't have her ass opened up.
If the disciples of the Mount Hua Sect knew that the woman who used the Plum Blossom Sword Technique was doing this...
If a survivor of the fallen North Sea Ice Palace saw this...
Just how rampant would depravity become? How deep would they sink into forbidden pleasures?
Like Bunny Heavenly Demon Chi-chi, she had the power to make a cock go wild.
Throb!
"......"
The woman, who'd been seducing me by gently swaying her ass, suddenly fixed her gaze on my cock. She looked back to check my reaction, then saw it standing at full attention and gazed at it with hazy eyes.
She stared at it as though intoxicated by the strong scent of chestnut blossoms wafting from King Cock because I hadn't cleaned it properly.
She seemed so completely addicted that she'd even forgotten she was supposed to be imitating a milk cow.
"Master."
"Moo?"
"Come over and suck it."
I plopped down on a rock and gave the order, my cock standing stiffly upright.
Since I'd spoken in a commanding tone, she gave me a slight glare, but she still came over to suck it as instructed. Only, she approached on all fours, like a real animal.
She crawled over on her hands and knees, lifted her head, and pressed her face close to my manhood.
Sniff. Sniff.
She buried her face in my crotch, as if to inhale my scent, and sniffed enthusiastically.
Even for a stunning milf master of the martial arts, the sight of her nostrils flaring as she sniffed in the smell of my dick was ugly.
But why was it?
When I thought about how a milf master who'd already had a child had become so ugly because of me, satisfaction and pleasure welled up inside me.
Was this the true pleasure of training someone?
"Lick. Lick."
She didn't swallow it right away. Instead, she ran her tongue over my cock.
Her cold tongue cooled my cock, heated by pleasure, with her saliva. The way she lapped it up with broad sweeps of her tongue made her a complete milk cow.
"Mm. Mm."
She swallowed King Cock into her mouth and worked it around. Like a cow chewing fodder, she moved her mouth in a chewing motion. It didn't feel especially pleasurable, but mentally, it made me even more excited.
Did Wi Ji-ja know that a woman so devoted to supporting her husband, despite his being impotent, was now captivated by King Cock and sucking her disciple's cock like a milk cow?...Maybe he did.
It was possible he knew all about Seol Yu-ran's affair and was turning a blind eye.
'After all, I planted a cuckold fetish in him with that suggestion.'
Maybe he was at home, imagining that someone had taken his wife from him, and jerking off to it.
"Master, I think I'm about to cum."
"Shluuurp! Suck!"
The instant I said I was about to come, she began sucking furiously. Throwing away the milk-cow act and returning to being a cheating master, Seol Yu-ran was milking her disciple's seed...!
Then her swaying side-boob entered my field of vision.
It'd be even better if she gave me a titjob with those enormous tits.
The moment I thought that—
Slurp.
"Uhyooo~!"
Had she read my gaze, like the master of the martial arts she was?
Seol Yu-ran suddenly lifted her tits and wedged King Cock between them.
She squeezed the mounds of fat with both hands, pressing them around my shaft, while sucking the head that poked out above them like it was candy. Seol Yu-ran's technique was incredible.
"Chup, chup... Come on, cum for me. Suck. My jaw's starting to hurt."
She hadn't read my gaze; apparently, her jaw hurt. I was happy enough to get a titjob from the finest pair of milky tits in the Central Plains, though.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Her skill at working her tits and squeezing my cock was no ordinary thing. Seol Yu-ran performed a practiced titjob, as if she'd done this before, and I pressed down hard on the back of her head.
"Ghk?!"
"My master's draining me completely, aah~!"
"Ugh! W-wha?!"
As my cock plunged deep into her throat, Yu-ran panicked and tried to pull back—but naturally failed. I had her head firmly pinned; where did she think she could escape to?
The sensation of suddenly having a cock shoved down her throat was vividly reflected in the convulsions of her throat muscles. The sticky, damp passage tightly enveloped my shaft with wet suction.
And like that, with Yu-ran's head held firmly in place, I came straight down her throat.
Blurrrrt—Blurrrrrlrt—
"Khup! Ugh, guhk...!?"
She gagged, struggling to breathe as I pumped semen directly into her esophagus, but gradually, she seemed to accept reality.
Whether she'd admitted to herself I wouldn't let go or had simply resigned herself to swallowing everything to end this quickly—who knew?
When I finally pulled my meat plug from her mouth after a short ejaculation, she coughed violently and shot me a glare. Her slightly reddened eyes suggested she'd been close to tears from the strain.
"Hack...! Cough! Ugh, warn me next time before stabbing it in."
"If I warn you, will you take it down your throat?"
"......Fine, I'll suck it then."
What a devoted teacher, indulging her disciple like this. That said, seeing her flushed face and inability to meet my gaze just proved she was nothing but a slut overflowing with yin energy—addicted to King Cock.
Wanting to console her after the hardship of her first time using her throat for sex, I helped her sit up.
I guided her to rest on a conveniently smoothed-out rock shaped by my ass.
"You're suddenly so gentle."
"My teacher just devoted herself to me so thoroughly. If I didn't show a little kindness in return, that would be a problem, wouldn't it?"
"Is that the problem here?"
"That is precisely the problem."
Which means...
"This time, I'll serve you."
"W-what are you—?"
I'd decided to return the favor with some cunt service.
"Sslurp."
"KYAAAAHHH?!"
Her plump thighs clamped around my head with enough force to crack my skull.
***
The sexual culture of the Central Plains is stiflingly archaic. Far from evolving beyond primal instincts, it has regressed thanks to all the so-called "self-restraint" and spiritual discipline.
In such a society, the idea of a man putting his mouth on a woman's lower lips is beyond unthinkable.
Now, some might argue that the Red Pavilion—dens packed with courtesans selling their bodies—should offer such services.
But ironically, cunnilingus is precisely what brothels don't provide.
A Red Pavilion courtesan's pussy is officially recognized as a communal cum rag—a hole pounded by countless nameless cocks. Who'd lick that?
The mere thought is enough to make one retch, and there are cases of men throwing up after trying.
Similarly, most men committing adultery with married women wouldn't dream of eating them out. Sneaking in like a cuckoo to dump seed where another man's cock has been is one thing—but oral? That's an entirely different level.
And yet—
"Sllurp. Sllurp. Sllurp."
Ignoring all that completely, Geum Tae-yang buried his face between Seol Yu-ran's thighs and enthusiastically devoured her cunt.
"Hnnnggg! S-stop ittt...! It's too embarrassiiing...!! Ohhhnn~"
"Schluuuuurp! Mmmmgh—!"
"Haaaahhh♡ M-my pussy, I'm—! I'm cuuuumming~!"
Squelch!
In the end, overwhelmed by her disciple's tongue, Seol Yu-ran shuddered through an orgasm, trembling with indescribable emotions. Her husband, Wi Ji-ja, had never done this for her.
Yet here was Geum Tae-yang—her disciple, her affair partner, her master—without hesitation "repaying" her with this act of devotion.
'This feels... good...♡'
An indescribable sense of sinful euphoria swelled inside her.
She'd felt it when they first committed adultery—but now, it was stronger.
Because until now, as a devoted wife and mother, she'd only ever given. To her husband, her daughter—playing the role of the perfect homemaker.
So receiving pleasure from a man—especially from her own disciple, the very person she was sinning with—was an intoxicating first.
Seol Yu-ran had discovered the thrill of "immoral service" from her adulterous disciple.
Her gaze softened. The walls of reason grew thin; her demeanor became even more open.
"Haaaahhhk! Th-that felt so good...♡"
"Schllrrp. Mmph-mmph. Do you like your disciple eating you out, slurp, Master?"
"Yesss♡ Having my disciple eat my pussy... feels so good♡"
With the sensation of crossing some forbidden line, Yu-ran lowered her head—previously thrown back in climax—and looked down at her disciple.
His golden hair, gleaming from the Lightning Qi cultivation, looked strangely alluring.
She was his milking cow—but also his teacher.
Suddenly, an urge to praise him welled up.
Smiling tenderly, Yu-ran reached down and stroked his head.
"Well done... my disciple."
His reaction?
"Isn't it a bit weird to praise your young, well-hung disciple for eating your pussy?"
Slightly horrified.