Chapter 250: Unintentional Neglect Play
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 250: Unintentional Neglect Play
As soon as I stepped into the room, I spotted Camel lying on the bed.
Realizing I had entered, she bolted upright and began to glare at me with wary eyes.
Click.
I locked the door first. I saw Camel swallow hard. She was a total pervert King Milk Cow who knew exactly what was about to happen to her.
"Camel Noona~ It’s been a while, hasn't it?"
"...Yeah."
Her purple eyes avoided my gaze.
Even the sow I keep at home has massive breasts that stir my lust, but this cow-noona—who claims to be a Taurus sub-species—had breasts so violently large they were practically an assault on the senses.
"Feels like it's been forever since we last saw each other, right?"
"...I’ve been busy."
I decided to be generous and accept her excuse of being busy. I should have been consistent with her training, but with so many holes to plug lately, I hadn't been able to manage Camel properly, given the physical distance between us.
"Yeah, so I was waiting. But you didn't call me even once, Camel Noona. I might have been a little sad, you know?"
As I climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her, Camel pulled her knees tight against her chest and curled up.
"...Did you come all this way just to act like a spoiled brat because your feelings were hurt?"
It was a magnificent sight—her enormous breasts, encased in a frilled dress shirt, were crushed against her knees and pushed out to the sides.
"Yeah, a spoiled brat. I wonder if I can call it that? Weren't you the one who wanted to be spoiled, Camel Noona?"
Like a lion approaching its prey, I crawled on all fours across the bed and looked up at her. Her purple eyes were filled with wariness and fear. Yet, buried within them, I could also find a subtle hint of anticipation.
"Your messages started getting rarer, and then you stopped sending masturbation reports altogether. I figured you were busy, so I just left you alone. Aren't you grateful?"
"...I never did that. I was just too busy to play around with you."
Since she kept turning her head away whenever our eyes met, I shifted my body accordingly, forcing her to meet my gaze over and over again.
"Then I guess it's okay if I show this photo to my mom and her friends?"
I lightly shook my phone, which was playing the video of her outdoor climax.
"Give it to me...!"
Perhaps the problem was that I’d neglected her because of all the other females I’d acquired recently. Forgetting her place, Camel lunged at me and snatched the phone away. Since she was one of the few opponents I couldn't beat in raw strength, I let her take it without a fight.
"....What?"
Was it because I handed the phone over so easily? Or did she find it suspicious that things were going too well, considering the situation had escalated to her filming outdoor masturbation shows after getting a taste for lactation masturbation?
Camel stared at me intently. Seeing as she had forgotten what kind of person I was, it seemed it really was my fault for abandoning this cow-noona under the pretext of being busy.
"Even if you take that, I have plenty of copies saved elsewhere. Give it back."
When I held out my hand, Camel’s purple eyes trembled violently. Seeing her hesitate like that, it was clear her habits had become quite rotten.
"Hurry up."
It wasn't entirely her fault; I was to blame for not consistently spanking her, slapping her pussy, and training her back hole to ensure this headstrong cow-noona knew exactly who was on top.
"...Delete it. Please."
Placing the phone back in my hand, Camel mumbled those words while still avoiding my eyes.
"Are you ashamed of being a total pervert milk cow who loves sending masturbation reports and coming while lactating?"
"Ugh... P-please. That was... a mistake. I won't say it was your fault... I'll compensate you properly. There are plenty of good girls at the Academy... I could introduce you to them."
The King Milk Cow spat out those irresponsible words without a second thought. For an educator to try and sell out her students just to hide her own shame... she wasn't a human being; she was no better than a beast.
Of course, as someone with a sow for a mother, I treated all the women who clung to me begging for my dick as little more than animals anyway!
"Nothing good comes from this getting out... You're older now, so you should know... If this becomes known, you'll become someone who can never get married. Everyone will point fingers at you."
It seemed Camel wanted to win a psychological victory by beating me down with logic.
"It sounds to me like you'd be hit much harder if it got out, Camel Noona."
"Urgh...!"
If I were an ordinary brat, I might have been scared, but mutually assured destruction only works when the power levels are similar.
I was at an age where I could still get away with saying, "I didn't know anything, Camel Noona made me do it." Besides, this video was filmed a long time ago.
I didn't particularly enjoy shaking people down using their weaknesses, but it was necessary to teach a female her place when she tried to get clever and challenge a male.
Stripping someone naked by peeling away their logical defenses one by one was a good method.
However, that was how you dealt with a human.
The creature in front of me was a female who had chosen carnal lust and submission over reason and logic—starting with lactation masturbation, then milking climaxes, and finally outdoor exhibitionist masturbation.
So, naturally, I took off my pants first.
At the thought of breaking this headstrong cow-noona, my monstrous rod—which had grown along with my age—stood turgid, almost at a right angle.
"You were looking forward to this, weren't you?"
"N-no... I wasn't... That's..."
Her words were a denial, but her purple eyes, which had been stealing glances, suddenly stopped moving. As she stared at my cock, which was so hard it practically slapped against my stomach, I saw the expression on her face go slack.
"It got this hard just looking at you, Camel Noona. How is it?"
I slowly moved my dick toward her face and lightly rubbed the tip against the bridge of her nose. My cock, beaded with pre-cum, met her shapely nose and created a thick, transparent thread of moisture.
"It's bigger than last time, isn't it? It's become the symbol of a fine male that can pump out plenty of sticky semen now."
"Ugh... S-stop... Stop it... I... How could I... I finally... quit..."
Camel looked like she was about to cry, struggling to turn her head to avoid the pre-cum being smeared across her face.
"You were the one who tempted me first, right? Hmm? You have to take responsibility. It's because you're so slutty that I'm this hard, Camel Noona."
Of course, her "avoidance" was nothing more than turning her head without actually trying to escape, so I had no choice but to mock her while painting her white cheeks with my pre-cum.
"Ugh... S-stop... Please... S-stop..."
Camel pleaded with me, her face looking as if she would burst into tears at any moment.
"Why are you masturbating while saying that, Camel Noona?"
"N-no... This is..."
I might have neglected her for over a year, but in this place where men are scarce and true males are non-existent, no matter how many provocative videos she watched, she could never find the tidal wave of emotion she felt when I held her leash and dragged her around.
Even Cassia, who lived a rigid life as a soldier, masturbated constantly while gritting her teeth, waiting for the day she could finally mate with me.
Camel, who served as the director of a place where young people played around while she only dealt with old fogies and budget issues, must have been even more starved for it, not less.
"You're sulking because I didn't call, aren't you?"
"Ugh... D-don't... put it... in my mouth..."
I grabbed one of Camel's horns and pulled her head toward me. If she had tried to resist with her full strength, I wouldn't have been able to move her an inch, but her feeble resistance was so weak I didn't even need to use magic.
"Ugh... S-stop... How... how could I forget this...?"
When I pressed my thick dick against her cheek, transparent tears streamed down from Camel's purple eyes. I could tell she had desperately tried to resist the cock that had hypnotized her while I was away, but what use was that in a world where a male couldn't be found no matter how hard she looked?
"Now, hurry up. Hurry. We have to start with the dick kiss, don't we, Camel Noona?"
As I slowly pulled on her horn, her awkward posture of hugging her knees shifted forward, bringing her into a kneeling position—the proper stance for a female to receive a male.
"Ugh... Ugh... Dammit... Dammit..."
With one hand scratching at the denim over her crotch and the other clutching her massive breasts through her shirt from underneath, Camel looked at me tearfully. I brought the tip of my penis to her lips.
"Hurry, hurry, give my dick a kiss! You pervert cow! That's an order."
At the word "order," the hesitating Camel squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her plump lips against the tip of my cock.
Mwah.
At that exact moment, the sweet scent of breast milk wafted from her, and I saw her dress shirt begin to soak through with moisture.
The time had come to re-educate the cow who had grown insolent from my unintentional neglect play.