The Cow Girl, Yang Ara
I pointed at my twitching cock.
“With my dick.”
I immediately launched the Modification App.
Modifying the inner mind of target ‘Yang Ara’.
She must practice proper milking technique to manage her breasts.
Kim Junyoung’s cock is the perfect tool for milking practice.
The faster and more abundantly precum and semen are released, the more skilled she becomes at milking.
To cure her Cow Syndrome, she will devote herself completely to milking practice.
Exiting Modification Mode.
My vision returned to normal. Yang Ara grabbed my cheeks and pulled them out like a duck’s bill.
“Pretty words! It’s not a dick, it’s a wee-wee!”
“Ugh… Ah, anyway.”
Yang Ara lowered her head and stared at my cock. Since her massive breasts would normally block the view, she spread them apart with both hands to peer between them. The sight was incredibly lewd.
“With this?”
“Yeah. There’s nothing else around here that’s good for sucking and squeezing anyway. It’s the perfect size to fit in your mouth or hold in your hand, and if you stimulate it, precum and semen come out.”
“Mmm… Now that you mention it, that makes sense.”
She let go of her breasts. They collided with each other and jiggled wildly.
Whoa…
No matter how many times I saw them, those breasts were insane.
“I already know how to milk properly, so just do exactly what I tell you. Grab my cock and squeeze it like you’re milking.”
“Okay!”
Yang Ara wrapped both hands around my shaft. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of sexual desire in her touch. That only made it hotter.
“Haa…”
“Hmm…? It’s twitching more than when you put it between my thighs. Does it hurt?”
“No… Could you squeeze a little harder?”
“Hup! Like this?”
Yang Ara scrunched up her face and put more strength into her grip.
“Oh fuck… That’s perfect…”
If she’d used all her strength it might have hurt, but her grip was surprisingly weak. The way she was holding it now—firm but not crushing—was exactly what felt best.
“It might feel a bit dry, so why don’t you gather some spit and let it drip down?”
“Got it. Just a second… Mmm…”
Yang Ara cutely pursed her lips and made little chewing motions. Even while doing that, she never let go of my cock. My shaft, already rock-hard to its limit, twitched violently from just that much stimulation.
“Baa…”
Yang Ara opened her mouth and let a thick strand of saliva drip onto my cock. The gooey spit, almost like love gel, coated my length as she spread it around with her hands.
“Ugh, haa… Haa…”
A married woman with pure, innocent eyes completely devoid of lust, dangling her L-cup breasts while smearing spit all over my cock… I was losing my mind. It was such an obscene sight that I wanted to grab myself and jerk off right then and there.
“There, all done!”
“Hoo… Now slowly squeeze upward, just like you’re milking.”
“Nngh…”
Yang Ara gripped my cock tightly and stroked upward.
“Oh, ohhh…!”
Every time she squeezed upward, my hips involuntarily rose with her. It wasn’t the usual stroking motion—it was pure squeezing pressure. This felt way better than I’d expected…
Her slowly rising hand suddenly caught on the head of my cock.
“Nngh… It won’t go up…!”
“Haa, haa… Twist your hands side to side while you squeeze up from there…”
“Like this?”
“Ah, ngh…!”
She twisted her hands around my shaft and forced them past the glans. The head rubbed roughly against her palms and bumped against her fingers. A dizzying wave of pleasure shot up my spine.
Splurt!
“Oh! It’s precum!”
“Haa, haaah…!”
Excited, Yang Ara twisted her hands even harder, rubbing the head. Finally, her hands slid all the way past my glans.
Pop!
“Ah, ngh!”
With a cheerful sound like a cork popping, her hands shot upward and smacked into her own breasts. Her tits bounced wildly. Breast milk sprayed everywhere.
Come to think of it, milk was still steadily leaking from the breast I hadn’t sucked yet. Even the one I’d drained earlier had already produced more; white droplets beaded at the tips.
I was already dizzy from how good it felt, but why the hell did those milk tanks have to look so fucking hot…?
“What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”
“Hngh, ngh… Ah, no… Just keep doing it like you did just now.”
“Okay!”
She grabbed my cock again and squeezed upward like she was milking.
Splurt! Splurt!
Precum shot out like a normal man’s ejaculation, pooling on her ring-shaped grip and the head of my cock.
“Wow! There’s more and more precum coming out!”
“Hngh… Hngh… That means Noona’s doing a great job milking. So just keep… Ahh!”
Suddenly, Yang Ara leaned down and licked up the precum that had collected on my glans. The rough texture of her tongue scraping across my urethra made my hips buck upward on their own.
“Lick, lick… Slurp… Bleh, it tastes bad…”
“Hngh, ugh, haaah…!”
It wasn’t a joke—I nearly came right then, my semen surging all the way up from the root. Why the hell did she suddenly lick the head?
Maybe she thinks it’s only natural to eat what comes out of my cock, just like I drink her breast milk?
What the fuck… that’s insanely hot…!
I was desperately holding back my orgasm when Yang Ara started moving her hands again.
Schlurp, pop! Schlurp, pop! Schlurp, pop!
She’d twist and squeeze upward, and every time her hands cleared the head, they’d shoot up with that cork-popping sound and slap into her breasts. At the same time, milk would spray everywhere and more precum would gush out.
When too much precum came out, she’d pause the squeezing, hold my cock with both hands, and just twist them around while licking the head with quick little laps.
Schlurp, schlurp, schlurp… Splurt! Spluuurt!
“Lick, lick…”
“Hngh, hngh, fuck, ahh…!”
My cock was already at its absolute limit, and now I was getting a full-on milking handjob. My vision was turning white.
“N-Noona, hngh…! I’m gonna cum…!”
“Hmm? You’re about to cum?”
She squeezed upward again. This time she used just enough pressure that her hands didn’t fly up, then lowered her head and pressed her lips against my urethra like she was giving it a kiss.
“Chu, chu, chu… Aww, how cute. Look at our Junyoung’s little wee-wee, all swollen bright red and twitching. Chu, chu, chu…”
She was actually kissing it. Kissing my cock over and over, yet there wasn’t a trace of sexual desire on her face. That made it even more obscene.
Goddamn… Just how perverted is this woman…?
“Chu, chu, chu, chu…”
Even while kissing, her lips never moved far from the tip. She was clearly preparing to drink everything.
Schlurp, schlurp, schlurp…
“Chu, chu, chu…”
“N-Noona, hnnngh…!”
Spluuuuuuuurt— Spluuuuuuurp— Spluuuurt—
I unconsciously thrust my hips forward a little as I erupted. My glans slipped in and out of her lips, but she stubbornly kept her mouth pressed to my urethra and drank every drop.
“Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp…”
She kept squeezing upward the whole time—actually squeezing even harder—drinking down my cum with loud gulps. She savored it exactly the way I savored her breast milk, letting it slide down her throat.
Splurt! Spluuuurt!
“Hngh, hngh, haaaah…!”
“Gulp…”
She never stopped squeezing until the very end. Only after she’d sucked out every last drop left in my urethra did she finally pull her lips away.
Schlurp…
“Mmm…”
A thick, white, gooey string of semen stretched between Yang Ara’s lips and my glans.
“Haa… Haa… Good job… Haa…”
Still riding the massive aftershocks of my orgasm, I leaned back against the sofa, panting.
“…”
“Hoo… Noona…?”
But Yang Ara’s expression didn’t look satisfied. She was chewing the remaining semen in her mouth with a furrowed brow, looking genuinely upset about something.
“…Noona? Um… Was drinking the semen that hard? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”
“…..So this is how hard it’s been for you all this time…”
“Huh?”
Yang Ara looked up at me with moist, glistening eyes. What on earth was this woman talking about?
“Uh… You’re not upset because drinking semen is difficult, right?”
“…Half right, half wrong.”
“Then what?”
Yang Ara swallowed the last bit of semen still in her mouth and spoke.
“Drinking semen is hard. It’s fishy, sticky, gets caught in my throat, and smells… But…”
“But?”
“You’ve been drinking my breast milk, which is even harder than this…”
“What?”
“Sob…”
Yang Ara wiped her eyes with her arm. Why was the conversation going in this direction?
“Even normal semen is this difficult, but my breast milk… it’s dirty and disgusting… and yet you’ve been sucking so diligently this whole time…”
“Uh…”
“I’m sorry… Sob… I’ve been making you go through so much trouble because of me… I’m sorry…”
Yang Ara pulled my head into her embrace. My face sank deep into her L-cup breasts.
“And thank you… Noona will work really hard to get better… Thank you, Junyoung…”
She sniffled. It was an unexpected, ridiculous situation, but I didn’t care.
A hug with my face buried in her tits… This is fucking amazing…
I never thought the kind of hug you only see in manga could actually happen in real life. And it felt far more comforting, soft, squishy, relaxing, and warm than I’d ever imagined…
This is so damn good… Ah…
I’d been the one hugging her all this time, but from now on I was definitely going to be the one getting hugged. It felt way too good… So this is what being healed feels like…
“Right, this is no time for that!”
“Ah, ah…!”
Yang Ara suddenly pulled away from me. The sense of loss that hit me was as intense as stepping out of a thick blanket on a cold winter night. But her next action left me completely stunned.
“Haaup!”
“Ugh!”
Yang Ara quickly lowered her head and took my glans into her mouth.