Cow Girl Yang Ara
“Nuna!” I burst through the door of Yang Ara’s house.
“Hngh… hic… Junyoung-ah…”
Yang Ara was sitting on the living room floor, topless, sniffling. Her chest was flushed red and swollen, as if she had a fever. Something was clearly wrong because of the milk production.
“Junyoung-ah… Nuna hurts so much… My chest hurts so bad…”
“Nuna, hold my hand… Let’s get you to the hospital first. Can you move? Here, put some clothes on…”
“Ah, no…! I can’t go to the hospital…!”
[Cow Syndrome is a condition that, like sexually transmitted diseases, can draw severe social stigma.]
It was a notion I had implanted to make Yang Ara depend on me and prevent the details about her milk and pregnancy from spreading. That was why she refused to go to the hospital.
“It’s fine. It’s a clinic run by someone I know. Your secret will be completely safe.”
Still, Yang Ara’s treatment depended entirely on me. If I coaxed her gently, I could take her there.
‘I already gave Yu Sieun a heads-up.’
The clinic’s regular hours were over, but she said she would come in. Since I had already made the necessary modifications on the way, she wouldn’t find anything strange about Yang Ara’s condition. Having an OB/GYN I could control freely was incredibly convenient.
I loaded Yang Ara into the car and hurried to Yu Sieun.
“You’ve got quite a case of milk fever.”
After examining her breasts from every angle, Yu Sieun gave her diagnosis.
“Too much milk has built up. If we leave it like this, you could develop blocked ducts, and that could lead to lymphedema, twisted ducts, or even mastitis in severe cases.”
Too much buildup? I had drained everything last night.
“I only pumped her milk a little while ago.”
“Her milk supply is extremely abundant. Far more than average. At this rate… you’ll need to empty her at least every two hours to avoid health complications.”
“…What about the immediate milk fever?”
Just as Yang Ara had said, milk used to leak out and soak her clothes even when left alone, but at some point it stopped coming out, as if everything inside was blocked. When I touched her, I could feel hard lumps deep inside.
“I’ll show you how to massage. Once you loosen the blocked ducts with massage and empty all the milk, she should stabilize. The important thing isn’t just now, though—it’s making sure you keep emptying her at regular intervals from now on.”
After the massage loosened her clogged ducts, milk poured out in a steady stream even without any pressure.
“Do this at home. Keep massaging and expressing at a comfortable strength. You said there’s no baby, right? Then medication should be fine. I’ll prescribe antibiotics and painkillers. A breast pump will help too. I’ll bring one—wait here.”
Yu Sieun left the room. I carefully massaged Yang Ara’s breasts. Milk streamed into the small basin she held beneath them.
“If it was uncomfortable, you should’ve just pumped it yourself…”
“I can’t do it alone…”
“Ah.”
[She does not express her own milk. Only Kim Junyoung can milk her.]
Right, I had implanted that notion. I needed to remove it.
“Every two hours…”
“…hic, hngh… What do I do… You have a job… You can’t stay by my side all the time…”
Yang Ara started sniffling again. Once I deleted that notion she would be able to manage on her own, but right now, unaware of that, she looked utterly hopeless.
“Why is this happening… Why me… It’s horrible… How am I supposed to live like this… hic… I’m… so tired… hngh… huuuh…”
Her despair was painful to watch. I had to delete the notion now.
‘…No, wait.’
A good idea came to me. I would delete it a little later. For now, I would earn some points.
Lowering my voice, I spoke with firm resolve.
“…I’m going to quit my job.”
“…Huh?”
Yang Ara whipped around to look at me in shock.
“I can’t take care of you properly while working. I’ll quit and move into your place to look after you.”
“No, you can’t! Don’t do that! Junyoung-ah, that’s not okay! Quitting your job?!”
Yang Ara grabbed my shoulders in panic, her body turning fully toward me. Her heavy breasts swayed violently, scattering droplets of milk. The sight didn’t match the situation at all, but… it was incredibly arousing.
“It’s fine. You heard my wife, right? I have plenty of money. I can start some leisurely business and just stay with you.”
“No, no…! Junyoung-ah, please. Don’t… You don’t have to go that far… You don’t need to ruin your life because of me… Please… don’t…”
“No. This is what I have to do. You come before any job.”
“Please… If you become unhappy because of me… I don’t think I could bear it… Junyoung-ah…”
Time for the finishing blow. I forced a smile, making it look like I was barely holding it together.
[As the saying goes, “No filial son at a long sickbed”—caring for Cow Syndrome is an incredibly difficult task.]
“Are you really going to refuse when your little brother wants to help?”
[She does not refuse when Kim Junyoung offers to help.]
“Ah… aaah…!”
Yang Ara finally broke down, hot tears spilling down her cheeks.
‘The Eloquence skill is seriously overpowered…’
It didn’t just improve my way with words—it even enhanced my acting. As expected from a skill. No wonder people get addicted to this feeling.
I held Yang Ara by both shoulders and looked into her eyes.
“Don’t worry. I told you, I have money. It won’t be completely carefree, but… we’ll manage somehow…”
“Aaah… aaah…”
I pulled her into my arms. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, and the milk she was leaking soaked into my clothes.
“Don’t worry… I’ll be right here. No matter how hard it gets, I’ll help you.”
“Hic, hngh…”
Her shoulders trembled.
“Huuuuh… huuuuh… Junyoung-ah… aaah… Junyoung-ah…”
“Don’t cry, nuna… There, there…”
“Huuuuh…”
I rubbed her narrow back. Yang Ara clutched my clothes tightly with her small hands.
“Huuuuh… I’m sorry… Thank you… huuuuh…”
“Stop crying… There, there…”
“Huuuuh… I’m sorry…”
Behind her back, I pulled out my phone and texted Yu Sieun not to come in yet.
“Uuuuh… I’m sorry… Nuna is so sorry…”
In the empty clinic after hours, with only the two of us in the examination room, her loud sobbing echoed quietly through the silence marked only by the ticking clock. She cried in my arms until she was completely exhausted.
+++
The moment we got home, I deleted the notion [She does not express her own milk. Only Kim Junyoung can milk her.] and sucked on Yang Ara’s breasts again.
“Chuuop, chuuuop—”
Shluuurp—
Thanks to the thorough massage and the massive buildup, milk really gushed out in thick streams.
“Hek♡ Hek♡ Hek♡ Harder… harder♡”
“Chuuuup—!”
“Heeeek♡”
Yang Ara frantically rubbed her clit, bucking her hips forward. Just like I had taught her yesterday, she was masturbating while having her breasts sucked to relieve her sexual frustration.
“Heek♡ Heek♡ I’m, I’m coming♡”
Spurt! Spurt!
Hot fluids sprayed from her pussy all over my cock. My shaft twitched violently.
‘Haa… This tastes so damn good…’
The thirst I had felt all day vanished in an instant. This thick, sweet, nutty liquid was seriously addictive. Like a man possessed, I sucked even harder. Yang Ara threw her head back, moaning in ecstasy.
“Heek♡ Heeeek♡ My breasts♡ Feels, feels so good♡”
After about thirty minutes, one breast was completely empty. Yesterday it had only taken fifteen minutes, so she really must have been backed up.
“Th-this one… this one too…♡”
While I paused to catch my breath, Yang Ara couldn’t wait and lifted her other breast, rubbing the leaking nipple against my lips.
“Pah! Haa… haa… Nuna, wait a second…”
I was out of breath—not just from sucking, but because my heart was racing from sheer arousal.
‘A married woman masturbating while getting her milk sucked… This is insane.’
Blood rushed through my body, making my cock even harder. This lewd body, this seductive way of begging to have her breasts sucked…
‘Fuck, this is so hot…’
My cock twitched and slapped against her clit.
“Ah♡ Ah♡”
The high-pitched moans coming from her mouth were driving me crazy. Too much blood had rushed to my head; my vision was starting to blur.
“Hurk… hurk…!”
Milk or not, I needed to do something about this cock that felt ready to burst.
‘Come to think of it, it’s about time to move things forward.’
I quickly came up with a plan.
“…Nuna, you’re going to have to manage your own milk from now on, right?”
“Huh? Suddenly? Well, yeah, but…”
Even as she looked confused, Yang Ara still pushed her breast toward me. I gave the stiff nipple a quick suck to wet my throat, then spoke again.
“Haang…♡”
“I’ll still milk you when I’m here, but if we keep doing it this way, you might not be able to do it yourself when you’re alone.”
“Mmm… Now that you mention it, that could happen… What should we do?”
“So let’s practice you expressing and sucking your own milk while I’m here.”
I gave her breast another suck.
“Hngh…♡ B-but… I like it when you suck…”
“I’m not telling you to suck your own right now. Since I’m sucking for you, there’s no need. Let’s practice with something else. Squeeze and suck something else with your hands and mouth.”
“Huh…? Practice sucking milk with something else? Like what?”
I pointed at my twitching cock.
“With my cock.”