Chapter 114: The Pervert Milk Cow is Beyond Saving!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 114: The Pervert Milk Cow is Beyond Saving!
“That’s some very pretty underwear. Did you want to show me?”
“...What are you talking about?”
She spoke sharply, but seeing Camel’s pale purple eyes avoid my gaze, it was clear she had come fully prepared.
Camel’s large buttocks rose prominently over her lowered jeans. They looked like a pair of white full moons, and before I knew it, my hand moved on its own.
—Slap!
“Ugh...!”
I was startled by my own impulsive habit, but seeing Camel gritting her teeth with a flushed face, it didn't seem like I needed to apologize.
“You’re lying, just like a garbage-tier milk cow would.”
“Kuh...!”
Having slapped the behinds of countless females, I knew exactly what constituted the perfect spanking. My exquisite technique sent a shiver through the King Milk Cow’s body, her fleshy rear quivering.
“I’ve been learning some things lately, and I found a term that suits a garbage-tier milk cow like you perfectly.”
Her ears twitched, showing she was intensely curious, but the pervert milk cow kept her head turned stubbornly away from me. She clearly didn't realize just how pathetic she was.
“Pervert.”
“N-No, I’m not...!”
“You are a pervert, aren't you, Camel? A total pervert who gets excited by getting hit on the ass.”
“I-I told you, I’m not....”
I hadn't even touched her breasts yet, but I could see breast milk dripping down. If she was going to resist, she should do it properly; this just looked like an invitation to continue.
I reached out toward Camel’s large buttocks again.
—Slaaaap!
“Ngh...!”
Her struggle to suppress her moans was nothing short of adorable. If she was going to act so prideful, she should have done something to me before she reached the point of nearly pissing herself during our illicit mating at the ryokan.
“Am I right? You’re a total pervert, Sister Camel?”
“N-No, I’m nooot....”
She mumbled her denial, her entire body trembling with tension. Why was she so cute like this? I slapped her ass again.
“Yes, you are. A total pervert milk cow.”
“I-I’m not...! H-Hah... ngh.... Haah... haah... haah....”
Just a few slaps were enough to soak her panties, and even without being milked, she was already creating a small puddle of breast milk on the floor. I grabbed this garbage-tier milk cow by her horns and pulled.
“D-Don’t touch... T-The horns of the Minotaur species are....”
“Minotaur or whatever, right now you’re just a garbage-tier milk cow, Camel.”
I recalled hearing that for species with 'handles,' those handles were usually symbols of their pride. It was just a rumor from my past life, but it seemed true enough for Camel.
“A pervert who soaks her panties while getting her ass slapped. A garbage-tier milk cow. You’ve failed as a woman, haven't you?”
Calmly and quietly, I trampled over Camel’s self-esteem. She tried to say something in her defense, but perhaps realizing that any excuse would only make her look more miserable, she simply clamped her mouth shut in frustration.
“Camel is a perverted, garbage-tier milk cow who has to masturbate if her breasts are touched. Isn't that why you came here? Knowing my mom would be late?”
“...Talk all you want. I... I only came to keep my promise.”
I felt like laughing at her attempt to save face by bringing up that meaningless promise to come every month and let me suck her milk.
It felt a bit unfair that I was becoming an S-leaning master because of perverts like her.
“Ah, so you just came to keep a promise?”
“O-Of course!”
Considering what I knew of the usual Camel, she looked incredibly naive right now. Contrary to Tiria Le Piats’s cold evaluation of her as a bloodless bitch, a pretender, and a woman skilled at manipulation, she was just a pathetic female.
Camel’s massive breasts—which maintained a beautiful shape despite their weight, thanks to her incredibly strong ligaments—shook violently as they dripped milk.
I gently grasped a pink nipple.
“Y-You’re going to drink, right...? H-Hurry... drink up.... I-I’m busy....”
Her purple eyes were filled with anticipation. I noticed her hand, which had been gripping the table, was now positioned between her thighs, but I didn't point it out.
With someone like Camel, who had a uselessly strong sense of pride, you had to chip away at that pride while giving them just enough room to make excuses for themselves.
Otherwise, she’d likely ghost my texts for another month like last time. If a female who was fun to play with became too guarded and only reappeared once her guard dropped, her education—or rather, her breaking—would inevitably stall.
“Let’s play a milking game today, Sister Camel. I’ll apologize for calling you a pervert.”
“...If it were anyone else, even a boy, I would have slapped them across the face.”
I wondered if she really had any pride left to protect in this situation, but Camel, having quickly steadied her breathing, acted as if she were making a grand concession.
After giving her a brief word of thanks, I lightly squeezed her breast. It was a warm, firm, and unfairly large milk tank.
“H-Hurry...! Hurry...!”
Urged on by Camel, who was already highly aroused by the prospect of lactation masturbation for the first time in a month, I gripped the large pink nipple that matched her massive size and pulled hard.
—Squiiiiirt!
“Eeeek...!”
A stream of milk shot out from the nipple, accompanied by a cute cry.
“W-What was thaat...! Y-You... you’re supposed to d-drink it...! Ah! Ahh!”
—Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
“It’s a milking game. Sorry for the misunderstanding earlier, Sister Camel.”
Using one hand for each, I circled her areolas with my thumbs and index fingers and milked her downward with the strength of my middle and ring fingers, just like milking a cow.
—Squiiiiirt!
“Ngh... oh... ohhh....”
Camel’s mouth formed an 'O' as lewd sounds spilled out. Seeing this perverted milk cow sister experiencing ecstasy from something like this was quite lovely.
She was a vulgar, uselessly prideful, and inferior female, far too lowly to receive my seed—but the thought that I was the only one who could see her like this made me feel like my non-existent seeds were about to burst forth.
“You’re a milk cow, aren't you? You should moo. Come on, Sister Camel.”
“S-Stop... I-I’m giving it to you to d-drink. Not to p-play with—ngh...! Uuh... uwoh... oh... ohh... ahh... kuh...!”
—Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
My palms became soaked, but the high viscosity of the milk didn't hinder the milking. As I persistently squeezed her breasts, Camel began to make animalistic sounds, gritting her teeth to hold back her moans.
“It’s a game, Sister Camel. Hurry up and moo as you come! Hurry! Hurry!”
“Kuh... Moo... Moo... Moo...! Moo-ooooh...!”
Seeing this pervert milk cow—who was supposed to be an educator—become so proactive the moment her pride was slightly stroked, I began to think all the women in this neighborhood might be the same.
To think that a leader of a human trafficking ring disguised as an educator, a pillar of a social cancer cartel rather than a petty failure like Lee Ji-yeon, was in such a state.
“Yes, you’re so cute, Sister Camel. Moo more cutely for me. Good girl. Good girl. I’ll milk you even more~!”
“Ugh, t-that... I d-did it... so... a little... a little s-slower...! Eek! Ahhh! It’s t-too fast...! Moo...! Moo-ooo...! Mooooo...!”
Perhaps she was feeling too much from me relentlessly pulling her nipples, but Camel’s long legs stretched out before lifting into the air. She leaned her entire weight onto the table, her toes pointing sharply.
“You like it fast, don't you? Right? You like playing fast, Sister Camel. Since you’re so busy.”
“Eek, ahh...! I-I am busy, buuut...! Ngh...! Oh... Moo... Moo... Moo-ooo...!”
As she let out those animalistic—no, bovine—cries, I squeezed both breasts at once.
“Ngh-ohhh...!”
“It’s not ‘Ngh-ohhh’! It’s ‘Moo’! Hurry up and moo!”
Seeing the King Milk Cow pervert sister so easy to toy with, I milked her with all my might to mold her to my tastes.
“Moo...! Ah, Moo-ooo...! Ahh...! Moo...! Eeek! Moo!”
Since I had trampled her this much, I figured I could step on her pride a little more.
“Keep going~! Keep going~! Go like the vulgar thing you are~!”
“D-Don’t...! Don’t do thaaat...! Moo...! I-I’m not vulgaaar...!”
I milked her at an even faster tempo as she spewed nonsense that even a passing dog wouldn't believe.
—Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
“D-Don’t...! Stop...!”
“Stop? What can you even do about it? What can you do besides curl your body every time I milk you!”
“Haaah, ahh, you’re the worst...! Moo...!”
I knew I should have managed her pride appropriately, but seeing this perverted, garbage-tier milk cow, my instincts overrode my reason.
“You’re quite arrogant for someone who came here to beg to be milked! Say it! Say, ‘Please milk me’!”
“Ugh... P-Please milk me... P-Please milk me...!”
Seeing Camel, with tears streaming down her face and her reason half-gone, I lost myself as well and milked her mercilessly.
—SQUIIIIIIIRT!!!
“MOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
As the pervert milk cow arched her back, her entire body trembling as she erupted from every orifice, I felt a slight pang of guilt for losing control again—yet I couldn't stop smiling.
As she slumped over the low table, thick fluid pulsing out over the panties that could no longer even function as underwear, I placed my foot on Camel’s head.
Even if Camel were to cut off contact for another month, the sense of conquest and superiority was so great that I felt I could do it all over again. My lips trembled with an uncontrollable smirk.