Rule 48: Experiencing the Cow Farm personally managed by Milky (1)
Rule 48: Experiencing the Cow Farm personally managed by Milky (1)
Grasping Milky's hand, we arrived at a dank basement that let in not a single ray of sunlight.
It was dimly lit, relying solely on the ceiling lights, but surprisingly clean.
Not a speck of dust even if I ran my fingers along the walls.
What on earth could be down here?
I cautiously descended the stairs, following Milky who led the way.
Then, in that instant, a shocking sight unfolded before me.
I froze in astonishment at the vast underground space visible from the bottom of the stairs.
"This is the fresh milk I just squeezed from the cows myself~."
Only then did I grasp the true meaning of those words.
The mysterious fresh milk I'd received from Milky before—it really was milk from the cows she raised at home, just as she said.
Or, to be more precise...
The milk from countless human women treated as cows, casually walking on all fours while draped in cow-patterned rags.
That was the true nature of the Cow Farm Milky had mentioned earlier.
"Welcome to Milky's Cow Farm, darling~."
I strolled the corridor alongside Milky, its sides lined with floor-to-ceiling glass walls.
Pssshhhh!
The mechanical hiss of hydraulic presses echoed in my ears.
Around us, workers in hazmat suits and masks—covering everything but their eyes—carefully monitored the cow girls inside the glass enclosures.
The cow girls came in all races, from East Asians like me to redheaded Western women.
Each had a strikingly unique beauty, as if the world's most stunning women had been gathered in one place. But they shared one thing: enormous breasts with exposed pink nipples.
As I took in the mesmerizing sight of those massive udders swaying, Milky hummed a tune, arms crossed, and explained how she'd come to run this human farm.
"You probably don't know this, darling, but this world is full of fights and wars where countless people die every day. I grew up hearing horrific gunfire nonstop, as the daughter of Godfather—my Don father. So I wondered: how could I stop humanity's conflicts, even a little? How could I bring people peace and abundance? The answer was simple: round up the ruthless killers and domesticate them like livestock. That's the purpose behind founding this Cow Farm~."
·····Wait. Round up ruthless killers? You don't mean...
As I shot her a suspicious glance, Milky nodded with a vacant smile, as if lost in thought.
"Just as you suspect, darling. All these women are criminals who made killing their trade. I buy them up and turn them into slaves myself~."
She pointed to a woman with a milking machine attached to her breasts, squirting milk, and added,
"That cow over there? She was a skilled killer once hired to assassinate me."
Suddenly, the woman squirted her juices, her pupils dilating as drool spilled from her lips and she let out a moan.
"Hrrroooooh♡!"
"She kept a stone-cold face right up until Viper caught her, but now? She's a perfect cow climaxing from a simple milking. Hehe."
The milking session went on for a good while before ending.
Milky took a transparent glass from a worker and held it under a nearby nozzle.
Drip drip drip.
Soon, the glass filled with warm, steaming, yellowish milky liquid.
"What do you think? Fresh warm milk from that killer. Care for a taste?"
Something felt off, but her vibe left no room for refusal, so I reluctantly took the glass.
It was nice and warm—probably straight from the udder.
I squeezed my eyes shut and poured it into my mouth. The slick, warm liquid spread a sweet, nutty flavor across my tongue.
But...
·····.
Unfortunately, it lacked the rich depth of the first batch I'd tried.
As I stared blankly at the glass, Milky clasped her hands politely and asked,
"Doesn't suit your taste, perhaps?"
"No, it's just... it tastes a bit different from the one I had before······."
"If it's not too rude, could you tell me which was better?"
Milky fidgeted with her hands, eyes downcast, peeking at my face. The pressure was intense, so I hesitated before answering.
"······The first one was definitely richer and tastier."
Was that the right answer? Milky murmured faintly, "I-is that so······," her face flushing bright red.
"Hehe, as expected of you, darling. Such refined taste buds, hehe."
She averted her gaze with a shy smile and placed her hands on her massive breasts, continuing,
"You're right, darling. Just as genes vary from person to person, so do the flavor and nutrition of breast milk."
No wonder it tasted different. I'd learned something new.
My cock throbbed harder with every sip, leaving me dazed as I smacked my lips. Milky, looking thrilled, grabbed my hand and quickened her pace toward somewhere.
"Then let's head to the next spot—you'll love this one."
The place she led me to was unlike the glass-walled milking areas.
It was enclosed by a low fence with holes just big enough for a head—nothing but plush mattresses, food bowls, and water puddles inside, aside from the cow girls.
"As you see, these cows have no personality left. They're thoroughly tamed with drugs, so this low fence keeps them in without issue. No resistance at all—they think they're cows, not humans."
Inside, beauties with ear tags licked each other's pussies tenderly to sate their lust.
Sensing me approach, they all turned, juices dripping from their heavy hips as they presented and shook them at me.
Flustered by their lewd display, I asked Milky,
"Why are they acting like that toward me?"
She leaned in with a sticky, lecherous smile and whispered,
"I trained them beforehand, darling."
"Tr-trained them?"
She nodded.
"To go into heat at the sight of your face~."
Milky nodded gently and pointed to the upper wall of the corridor we'd passed.
breeding room
Room of Conception ♥
Ominous.
I hadn't heard a full explanation yet, but my intuition—90% accurate—predicted some insane event beyond imagination.
"Did you know? I fell for you at first sight because of your superior genes, darling."
"My... genes?"
"Mmm~."
"Sorry, but I think you've got the wrong guy······. I don't have anything special······."
Hard for me to say it myself, but could anyone have worse genes than mine?
Height, looks, brains, even physique—I'm a total loser everywhere.
No one in the world has worse genes than me.
Yet she called mine superior? What was she seeing?
Unable to guess, I looked at her anxiously, spooked.
Milky took both my hands, melting me with a tender smile.
"Exactly! That's it, darling~!"
"······Huh?"
"Those trembling eyes that quiver at the slightest thing, endlessly fragile and stirring maternal instincts—like a rabbit's. That's what captivated me completely~."
·····.
Is she mocking me right now?
The "rabbit" bit made me frown, but surprisingly, it wasn't baseless.
"Criminals who slaughter without remorse—they lack fear. Implant fear in them, make them dread consequences, and they'll never kill again. Why do rabbits eat only grass? Because they're prey, not predators."
Milky slowly released my hands.
"So I, Milky, humbly request this of you, darling."
She stepped closer, stroking the bulge in my pants with her hand while pressing her breasts against me.
"Like you did with Catalina earlier, fill these women's bellies with your genes. Let them conceive as many lives as they took—or more. The more children you sire, the more peace and abundance the world will know~, hehe."
