Chapter 123: The Boundary Between the Garbage-Tier Cow and Big Sister Camel
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 123: The Boundary Between the Garbage-Tier Cow and Big Sister Camel
“You should’ve told me you were coming.”
When I returned to the restaurant with Ophelia Noona for dinner (I asked her to buy me another meal because it was so good), a familiar female greeted us.
“You’re busy, and it’s not that big of a deal. I didn’t want to make you worry for no reason.”
Mom greeted the Big Milk Cow with a casual smile. Camel glanced at me before shifting her gaze back to Mom.
“A friend is coming to town, so what do you mean you didn't want to make me worry? It makes me angrier that you didn't even tell me. We’re close, aren't we?”
Camel stepped forward aggressively and hugged Mom. Mom, looking flustered, hovered her arms awkwardly before lightly patting her friend’s back.
As the son of Ame Cal Degrain—a delusional woman currently hoping to mate with her perverted, inferior-species son—I could read her mind perfectly.
‘Why is this bitch acting so friendly…? I can’t curse because the kids are here….’
That was definitely what she was thinking. My mom might be a total idiot, an inferior-species elf who doted on her son and begged him to marry her, but she was still a tough police officer when dealing with friends and civilians.
“Miss Ophelia was here too. I heard you were close with Iris….”
“Yes, Director. Since we’re rivals for the top spot.”
Camel nodded, looking at Ophelia as if surprised. It was hilarious to hear Ophelia talk about competing for first place when she was always the runner-up who lost to my sister, but I managed to hold back my laughter.
“Are you planning to eat here? I’ve reserved a better spot…. Miss Ophelia, why don't you join us? I owe Duchess La Croix a favor, so don't refuse.”
With a very gentle smile, Camel was sabotaging Ophelia’s plans and pulling the situation into her own pace.
Ophelia hesitated, looking conflicted, and then stared intently at me.
“I want to go with Camel Noona!”
“...Then I shall gratefully accept the Director’s kindness.”
The high-end restaurant was good, but a top-tier luxury restaurant was even better. Ophelia looked at me with eyes full of a strange sense of betrayal, but I did my best to ignore her.
***
Ophelia and Iris, who had been chattering away when it was just us, now ate in silence.
“Where did you get a room?”
“I have a hotel booked.”
“Wouldn't my mansion be better? Even if it’s not as grand as the main house, there are enough rooms to throw a party for everyone.”
Camel began to brag about her superior capital. Her affection level rose by about 3.
“Don't worry about it. Resting at a hotel is more comfortable.”
“...What does Yong-hwan want to do? Hmm?”
Camel stared at me, swallowing hard. It seemed this perverted cow bitch wasn't interested in her friend, but in her friend’s son—me.
I didn't know what kind of treatment she wanted from me tonight, but a man like Jeong Yong-hwan never runs from a winning fight.
“I want to go to Camel Noona’s place! Mom, you and Grasha should just rest at the hotel!”
“No, then Mom will also….”
Despite saying she wanted to rest at the hotel, the moment I said I was going to Camel’s house, she tried to tag along. Typical inferior species.
To think a guardian would try to depend on her son like this—this is why inferior species like elves are hopeless.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Camel Noona~! We’re going to play a lot! Mom, you play with Grasha and Iris Noona at the hotel!”
“...May I visit the Director’s house as well?”
“Iris!”
My sister betrayed Mom.
“Well, I don't mind, but….”
Camel started sending me frantic SOS signals with her eyes, as if asking for help. If she wanted to be alone with me, she should have set the stage better. Making me do the work made me want to spank her until she pissed herself.
“Iris Noona, play with me all day tomorrow~! I’m only playing with Camel Noona today!”
“Well, if that’s the case….”
My sister backed down. Mom looked flustered and didn't know what to do.
“Mom, you said you missed Iris Noona so much, right? And Grasha needs time to get close to her sister too! The three of you play together today!”
I linked Iris and Grasha together so Mom couldn't refuse. Grasha was a useless younger sister, but the title of 'youngest' carried weight with Mom. Whenever I needed to settle an argument, just mentioning the youngest usually solved half the problem.
“Then let’s play a lot tonight~! Right, Camel Noona?”
“U-uh-huh….”
I slipped my hand between the thighs of Camel, who was sitting right next to me. Camel flinched unnaturally, but no one else noticed anything strange.
“...Miss Iris, may I join you tomorrow as well?”
“I’m going to play with Yong-hwan alone, so look elsewhere.”
“Th-that’s unfair…!”
The only relatively normal ones, my sister and Ophelia, were too busy talking to each other to notice.
***
After sending Mom, Iris, and the youngest to the hotel, I got into a very, very expensive-looking car with Camel.
The luxury vehicle, where the driver’s seat and the passenger seats were completely partitioned, made the red proletarian blood inside me howl.
“...I’ve been so busy lately that I couldn't come visit.”
Camel started with an apology out of the blue. This stupid, dull, stubborn Big Milk Cow, whose nutrients clearly went to her tits instead of her brain, was actually acting like a human being.
“Hooo~? You were busy~?”
Of course, I wasn't a nice enough guy to just say it was okay, so I had to respond sarcastically.
“The Empress has been pestering me, and things are hectic with next year’s freshman recruitment…. The evaluation criteria changed a lot, so applying those and handling foundation work has been a lot….”
I watched Camel as she made her pathetic excuses. Her purple eyes, looking at me as if she’d been wronged, flickered away.
It seemed she knew her place.
“Can they hear us from the driver’s seat?”
“...No.”
Camel answered with a shudder. This perverted cow—I wondered what she was imagining as she sat there with her thighs tightly crossed, looking at me.
“Right, Garbage-Tier Cow Noona. Is that the end of your excuses?”
“...W-well… you see.”
Camel’s body stiffened with tension. She seemed to remember the time I stepped on her head to establish absolute dominance.
“I guess I’ll have to give you a ‘punishment’ today.”
I gave Camel a bright smile. She gritted her white teeth and gripped her cotton pants, pressing her thighs together. The sweet scent of breast milk slowly wafted from her body.
As long as I maintained enough distance to shake her up, this Big Milk Cow, who might bolt at any moment, was easy to handle. If I left her alone for too long, she’d get cocky again, so I had to remind her exactly who the master was whenever I had the chance.
“...Y-you want me to go out like this?!”
Like right now.
“Yeah, Camel Noona, you look so pretty! You said there’s no one walking around the Academy at night, right?”
After arriving at Camel’s house and looking around for a bit, I noticed the Big Milk Cow Noona was itching for some lactation masturbation, so I made her put on a cow bikini.
Despite calling me a pervert and saying it was weird, she couldn't hide her smile while wearing it, so I couldn't resist taking her outside.
“...B-but still.”
She had sent home her secretary, the driver, and even the maids who cleaned and cooked, intending to have a relaxing time at home. I couldn't let things go according to her plan.
I tugged hard on the leash I had put on her as she clutched her trench coat, looking around anxiously.
“Take off the coat too. We’re going for a walk now, aren't we, Garbage-Tier Cow?”
“Kh-khhh….”
When I stopped calling her Noona and called her a Garbage-Tier Cow instead, Camel let out a pained groan and slowly shed her trench coat.
“You’re a pet, so you shouldn't be standing on two legs like a human, right?”
“...M-mooo.”
Even though I hadn't told her to low like a cow yet, she was already making cow noises and getting down on all fours. It was strangely funny.
I used to be a pure-love romantic, and it should have been sad that my mom’s friends turned me into such a violent and abusive master, but Camel looked so cute looking up at me from the ground that I couldn't help it.
“Move forward, Cow.”
“M-moooo….”
The absolute pervert Big Milk Cow began to crawl forward, her large buttocks swaying side to side and her heavy breasts nearly brushing the ground.
On the Academy’s walking path, lit only by distant streetlamps, the Director made animal noises with a trembling voice while wearing a cow bikini.
“You’re doing great. If you’re good, I’ll give you lots of affection. Do as you’re told, okay?”
“M-moo..!”
Camel’s happy lowing showed she definitely didn't hate this. To think she was such a perverted masochist while pretending otherwise—it was incredible.
She huffed as if she couldn't stand the indignity, but there was a pleasure in crushing that pride. And though she didn't seem to realize it, every time she was trampled and tamed, she got so excited that breast milk began to drip from her.
Following the path where she crawled on all fours, a trail of milk dripped from her soaked cow bikini, marking our way.
“This is the Garbage-Tier Cow’s territory, isn't it? Right?”
“M-moo….”
“You can speak like a human for now.”
“...Yes.”
I loved her terrified expression. It was hard to believe, but I’d heard Camel was a fairly formidable knight. If Hindel evaluated her that way, considering the level of people at this Academy, she was legit.
She’d probably notice if someone was coming long before I would, so we wouldn't get caught, yet she was still so scared. I decided it was time and pulled down her cow bikini panties.
“Ah?! Wh-what are you…!”
“You have to mark your territory now, don't you?”
“...Gulp.”
Camel swallowed hard and looked up at me. Her tail was wagging frantically, her body expressing that she was dying of joy, but she started shaking her head as if she couldn't do it.
“N-no. W-wait… th-this is t-too much. Th-that’s….”
“An SSS-Rank Male gives an order, and a Garbage-Tier Cow refuses?”
I raised my hand and slapped Camel’s massive breast.
—Smack!
“Hieek?!”
The moment my palm made contact, her breast jiggled wildly, and the cow bikini couldn't hold, getting pulled into her cleavage. A spray of breast milk into the air was a bonus.
“Mark your territory, Cow. That’s an order.”
“Ugh… uuu… n-no…. I can’t….”
I raised my hand again. Camel shielded her chest with both hands and cowered.
“Do it, now!”
“Kh-khh…. I-I’ll do it… so p-please don't hit my chest… d-don't hit me now….”
The absolute pervert cow was begging me, rubbing her thighs together as a sticky fluid leaked from below.
A sense of superiority and conquest filled me, and it felt like happiness chemicals were exploding in my brain.
“Don't squat! Lift your leg and piss like an animal!”
“B-but… c-cows usually just….”
Now that I thought about it, unlike dogs, cows probably didn't lift their legs to mark territory. I glared at Camel, and she straightened her knees, struggling to stand on all fours.
“Now, mark your territory. Good girl~ Good girl~ Let it all out~?”
I stroked Camel’s head, encouraging her to mark her territory. Just by shifting her posture slightly, her breasts pressed against the ground.
“Ugh…. H-huuu… m-me… w-why….”
Camel trembled, muttering as if she couldn't understand why she, who had tempted me first, was being treated like a masochistic pervert Big Milk Cow.
—Trickle…. Trickle…..
“Feels good, doesn't it? Hmm? Camel Noona, it feels good, right?”
“H-ah… ngh…. Huuu… uuu…..”
The ill-tempered Academy Director, a cancer on society’s cartel who was being tamed as the lines between 'Camel Noona' and 'Big Milk Cow' blurred, was marking her territory on the ground just as I ordered, her face tearful.
“Camel Noona, focus. Hmm? Does it feel good?”
“I-I don't know… d-don't ask….”
The Big Milk Cow, who had accepted the golden shower play with a bright red face, was pouring out liquid while her thighs shook.
“Okay, I’ll wipe you now. Lift your butt.”
“I-I can do it myself….”
“Human speech is forbidden again. Lift your butt.”
“M-moo…. Mooooo…..”
Camel lowed like a cow and obediently lifted her rear. I shouldn't tell Camel Noona, but it seemed the Garbage-Tier Cow would do anything I ordered.
As I wiped her with a tissue, I meticulously cleaned between her crotch, which was smeared with sticky fluid, proving she was in heat beyond just marking her territory.
“It keeps coming out sticky. Camel Noona is strange, isn't she? Right?”
“Uuu… moo… moo….”
Even though I called her Noona, Camel’s shy retreat behind her Garbage-Tier Cow persona was adorable.