Chapter 21: Lactating and going into heat at the same time? That's an irredeemable pervert.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 21: Lactating and going into heat at the same time? That's an irredeemable pervert.
A normal child should have been terrified when an adult scowled at them. However, I was on my 2nd Playthrough, and unfortunately, I was quite well-acquainted with all sorts of lowlifes from the bottom of the barrel.
In other words, even if a King Milk Cow big sister—characterized by her ignorantly large tits, arrogance, and status as a private school foundation chairwoman—glared at me, there was no way I’d be scared.
“I-I’m sorry…”
But at a time like this, I had to take a step back. It would be a total lack of conscience to expect an easy conquest of an educator sister who was soft-spoken yet said everything she wanted to say while viewing men as nothing more than idiot-parasite-losers.
If only I had a Hypnosis App, it wouldn't be this difficult, but things weren't that easy.
“Yes, you shouldn't use words like that. Understood?”
“Uh-huh…! I’ll do what Camel Noona says~!”
When I gave a bright, harmless smile, Camel let out a small dry cough, perhaps feeling embarrassed that she had intimidated a young child.
“Right, Yong-hwan is a good boy. Since everyone else seems to be giving you gifts, I suppose I should give you one too. Is there anything you want?”
I had been planning to use the 'female' and 'male' talk to negotiate, saying something like, ‘I’ll never say those bad words again, so please do something equivalent for me,’ but the King Milk Cow sister reached out first.
“Then… um… I want to drink milk!”
“Milk?”
The King Milk Cow sister blinked and began to look around. She seemed to be searching for a shop.
She didn't seem to realize that when someone asks for milk from a woman with such lewd breasts, they obviously mean freshly squeezed breast milk.
Even a child would know that, but seeing her look around stupidly like the cow she was made my heart ache.
It couldn't be helped. I had to take a bit of a risk.
“Yeah, I want to drink Noona’s milk! Like Mama’s!”
“Milk? You mean… mine…?”
Camel asked back as if she didn't understand.
“Yeah! Mama says she doesn't have any milk anymore! Can you give me milk?”
Our King Milk Cow sister finally seemed to understand and nodded. However, there was none of the shy or embarrassed reaction I had hoped for.
“Well, I don't mind… So our Yong-hwan was clinging to Noona’s chest because he wanted to nurse~?”
Perhaps because this was a Gender-Reversed World, a dairy cow bitch capable of producing breast milk didn't seem to feel any shame regarding the act of lactation.
Still, I was happy.
“Yeah, yeah. Mama’s milk is warm and makes me happy.”
“Mine might be a bit different from regular breast milk…. But if Noona gives you milk, you won't say those bad words anymore, right?”
Things were going too well. Still, a glass of milk (produced by the King Milk Cow sister) seemed like a good deal.
“It’s my first time nursing someone…. You have to tell me if the taste is weird, okay?”
“Huh?”
Nursing?
What did I just hear?
What I had expected was for the King Milk Cow sister to go into a room alone, come out, and hand me a glass of lukewarm milk.
Seeing her grab her sweater and pull it up, I realized I had been too trapped by common sense.
Ah-shit-fuck, if I knew it would be like this, I would have asked her to put out!
“Let’s see… Ah, let’s go over there. I saw a suitable place yesterday.”
Having lost my train of thought, I dazedily followed Camel’s hand to a place that looked like a lounge.
“There, there, sit here. Noona will give you some num-nums, okay?”
This was unavoidable. I should have negotiated or done something else. Getting this close might give her a subtle sense of incongruity.
I had to act like a child, be childlike, and move naturally so she wouldn't raise her guard.
—Boing-boing.
Breasts larger than my head began to speak to me. I couldn't give in to this temptation. No, drinking directly was fine, but I still needed to act with a strategy here…
—Boing-boing.
The pink nipples were very pretty. Usually, when breasts are huge, the areolas are also massive and not very pleasant to look at, but this was a fantasy world where the sisters I met had areolas and breasts of just the right proportions. Anyway, I had to act with a strategy…
—Boing-boing.
The massive tits filled my entire field of vision. They were too big. It was overwhelming. Breasts larger than a human head—I often felt a sense of awe seeing my mother carry around breasts the size of her head, but this woman’s were much larger than Mama’s. I couldn't lose to this; I had to act with a strategy…
—Boing-boing.
Act with a strategy…
—Boing-boing.
With a strategy…
—Boing-boing.
Act…
—Boing-boing.
Must.
—Boing-boing.
Must taste the breasts.
Faced with them right in front of me without any protection, acting rationally was impossible even for me in my 2nd Playthrough.
“Ah, this posture should work. Here, come up and put your mouth to it and drink. It’s my first time giving it to anyone, so you mustn't bite, okay?”
The reason the breasts kept 'speaking' to me was likely because Camel was shifting through various positions to nurse me.
The breasts were unfairly hypnotizing me. I saw the King Milk Cow sister half-reclining, lightly patting her breast and telling me to hurry up.
I suffered a more pathetic defeat than a heroine injected with a 3,000x Sensitivity shot.
“Thanks for the food~!”
“The taste might be a bit strange, so if it doesn't suit your palate, you don't have to eat it, okay?”
I seemed to have underestimated this world with beastkin. However, since a chance like this wouldn't come often, I had no choice but to joyfully taste the grace bestowed by Lady Camel Sirian.
—Slurp…!
“Haha, that tickles.”
As I sucked hard, a thick liquid slowly surged into my mouth. Since the milk tanks were large, the storage capacity seemed to be high.
As her hand lightly stroked my head, I wondered if I had been disparaging our Cow Mama too much.
“I-I told you it tickles. Hehe, you’re cute.”
How could someone who gives milk to quench one's thirst so graciously be a bad person?
“Ngh, ngh… T-the way you’re sucking is a bit….”
As I rolled the nipple—which was about the size of an adult man’s thumb—with my tongue, I only felt sorry for how narrow-mindedly and pettily I had judged my third Mama.
“Ngh… I-I said it tickles….”
I felt maternal love in the hand gently pressing the back of my neck. Yes, there was no way a person like this lacked maternal instinct. I quenched my thirst again while lightly nibbling the nipple with my teeth.
It tasted a bit sweet, but felt slightly watery. A subtle flavor, like banana milk diluted with water, filled my mouth.
“Ngh… Y-you… Y-you mustn't ch-chew.”
I pressed the tip of the hardened nipple with my tongue and tried to burrow inside, but it felt like the slightly swollen areola was being pushed back toward the breast.
“Ah-ngh… Ngh…. Th-this feels strange….”
The milk seemed to be getting progressively sweeter, so I rolled my tongue over the nipple more diligently. I rolled it clockwise, and when Camel’s body seemed to relax, I gave it a light bite. Then I rolled my tongue again.
“St-stop… Th-the milk… St-stop drinking….”
Did it get sweeter the more I stimulated it? It didn't seem like a child's mouth could fit two nipples at once. I lightly rubbed the nipple and areola where the breast milk was beading up with my fingers, drawing out even more of the milk's sweetness.
“N-no… From nursing, I’m… ngh… hngh….”
Just as Camel’s body seemed to stiffen and then slowly relax, my mouth was suddenly filled with breast milk. I wanted to drink more, but I was starting to feel full, so I couldn't take any more.
“Hngh!? Hngh! Hnghh! Hngh!”
The moment I pulled my mouth away, she let out a sharp gasp. Only then did the hypnosis the breasts had cast on me break. And below me was the King Milk Cow sister, panting with her face covered by both arms.
“Camel Noona?”
“Haa… huu… huu… ahh…. Hah… huu….”
Seeing Camel trembling and unable to speak, I looked between her thighs, just in case. It was at a level where Noah’s Ark was needed.
It seemed I had caused an accident because those giant breasts had hypnotized me.
It wasn't my fault, but I felt wronged. I had no memory because I was hypnotized by the breasts. Perhaps because I drank too much, I felt like it was going to come back up, so I covered my mouth.
***
It couldn't be helped that I abandoned Camel in the lounge and ran away.
“Son, you don't look well.”
The crazy dragon. No, she had said something about giving me a spirit pill or whatever. Hindel Mama asked while examining my complexion.
“I drank too much milk. My tummy hurts.”
“Hmm… Since Iris has fainted as well, I shall teach you how to handle mana. Give me your hand.”
I stepped back as Hindel reached out.
“Son?”
“I don't like things that hurt.”
The agonizing events of the previous day were still vivid in my mind; I wasn't stupid enough to ask Hindel for help when no one else was around.
What happened just now was a disaster that occurred because my IQ dropped by about 50 due to the breast hypnosis.
“It does not hurt much.”
“I hate Mama. I hate Mama when she does things that hurt.”
Hindel frowned deeply and closed her eyes. She didn't seem angry. No, I could pretty much tell what she was thinking. It was: ‘I’m so crazy about how cute my son is, and I need to persuade him, but I don't know how.’
If you ask how I know that so well, it’s because that was the expression my mom showed during the little squabbles we had whenever she tried to make me eat something bitter by calling it medicine!