Chapter 46: Cow Sister is a Total Pervert!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 46: Cow Sister is a Total Pervert!
The villainess big sister, humming as she hugged me and swayed from side to side, smelled incredibly good. When I turned around and gave her a slight hug back, she patted my back and fussed over me; her maternal instincts weren't half bad.
"Jeong Yong-hwan... Based on the name, are you from the Far East region of the United Kingdom?"
I had already told the ringlet-haired lady where I lived when I gave her my name, so she was a bit late to the party. No, it seemed more like she just wanted to act intellectual in front of me.
Living in this reversed world, my strangely developed 'Simp Sensor' told me that this sister's Simp Power was quite substantial. Excluding the Super Simp Prosecutor Tiria, whom I’d known my whole life, she was top-tier.
"Wow~! Big sister, how did you know? You're amazing!"
In times like this, it was best to just praise them. She was a simp I couldn't exactly 'take a bite' of myself, but if she was a noble lady attending the same school as Iris, building rapport would be helpful for my sister.
"Fufu, I can tell that much at a single glance."
Tell what? I literally told you everything already.
Is she around the same age as Iris...?
Thinking about it, it was only natural for someone Iris's age to have a case of chuunibyou.
"So, what do you do, Sister La Croix?"
"You do not need to use such stiff formalities. It is just the two of us, is it not?"
For someone who had screamed, "Kyaaa~! So cute~!" the moment her bodyguard left, she was being quite pretentious. Still, she seemed easier to handle than Iris.
"Okay!"
"What a cute fellow."
Though her way of speaking had rolled back to her 'noble' persona, the expression she made while looking at me and the way she played by poking my cheeks remained the same.
She really seemed to live a tiring life.
"I am the heir to the Ducal House of La Croix, the rightful successor, Ophelia de La Croix. Remember it well."
"Whoa~ Amazing~! You're going to be Her Grace the Duchess!? So cool~!"
I wanted to ask if it was really fun bragging to a brat, but seeing her smile happily as I clapped, I decided to just laugh it off.
"I am liking you more and more. Do you have a fiancé? If you grow up well like this, I shall take you as my husband."
The ink on her birth certificate wasn't even dry yet, and she was already looking for a man. It was a difficult question to answer, but I always had my finishing move.
"No! I decided to marry Mommy!"
I saw the ringlet-haired sister's eyes twitch.
"How vulgar.... Well, it must be a joke. Such cases rarely happen these days. Anyway, Iris, was it? I shall take special care of her. Be glad, for she is the sister of the boy who has caught my favor."
"Yay~! Thank you!"
I exchanged numbers with Ophelia and we parted ways. Of course, I managed to snag two bags of snacks from her.
***
"Hm? This scent... it's the smell of La Croix honey."
Camel, who had arrived at the suite before Mom, caught the scent like a bloodhound.
"They don't sell this at the hotel. Where did you get this, you little squirt? I'm not going to steal it, I'm not going to steal it."
I hugged the precious snacks I got from Ophelia, acting as if I was afraid Camel would take them. It was a primal protective instinct, but then I remembered that these perverted sisters who did lewd things to me always gave a great 'payback' whenever I gave them something.
"...You have some too, Sister!"
"Eh? You're giving some to me?"
I nodded at Camel's surprised question. It was perfect timing; my mouth felt dry, and I was just starting to crave some milk.
"It's been a while since I've had La Croix honey..."
The King Milk Cow sat next to me and popped a few snacks into her mouth, her face clouded with nostalgia as she ate the treats Ophelia had given me.
"When is Mom coming?"
"It'll take a while. Your mom is incredibly popular, after all."
Mom was popular. No, that might sound a bit strange, so let's review: this is a gender-reversed world. Anyway, Mom was popular among prominent social figures.
It was probably because of Grandma. It was terrifying how much interest people had in an Elf Hag(?) who had been imprisoned for over a hundred years.
But that wasn't what was important right now. It was time for some relationship improvement with the King Milk Cow, who was acting like a wary cat—sneaking closer to be touched, but pulling away the moment I tried to reach out.
"I want to drink Sister Camel's milk."
"Hiek?!"
Camel wrapped her slender arms around her chest. For a perverted cow who came home once a month to provide breast milk while her thighs twitched, she had a cute reaction every single time.
"Give me milk~!"
"Y-you can just get some from the fridge..."
The cow's ears began to twitch. As she subtly leaned back against the bed, she looked like she was getting serious about preparing for nursing.
In front of others, she put on a lot of bravado, cared about her dignity, and wore a mask of relaxed smiles, but...
"I want to drink it now."
When I climbed on top of her and pressed down on her chest with both hands, she avoided my gaze, looking like nothing more than a cute female.
"Hmm? My. Lit-tle. Fe-male. Sis-ter."
It was a bit inconvenient having to whisper into the ears on top of her head, but I liked how Camel curled up even more, not knowing what to do.
"Y-you promised not to say such bad words... You said you'd go to jail..."
"Yeah, I only say it when I'm with Sister Camel. Do you hate being called that?"
Her purple eyes trembled as she looked up at me. If she truly hated it, she would have protested, but for a total pervert with masochistic tastes who got turned on while lactating, this was an offer she couldn't refuse.
"It's not that I hate it... No, you shouldn't call me that..."
As she looked up at me, huddling her arms to push her breasts together, I felt like I could ejaculate even without having any 'seed' yet.
"Okay, I get it. Cow Sister~!"
Camel seemed to grit her teeth as if frustrated, but the tears welling in her eyes looked like she was anticipating everything that was to come.
"Milk, I want to drink it. I want milk! Hurry~!"
"Ugh, d-don't strip me... I-I'll take it off myself..."
When I reached out to unbutton her dress shirt, Camel's own hands began undoing the buttons as if her pride wouldn't allow me to do it. The sight of her trembling purple eyes and her pressed-together thighs was erotic.
Lick.
"Ugh...! D-don't lick me..."
I wanted to kiss her and play with her, but since we hadn't built that level of bond yet, I lightly licked her chin. As Camel shook her head from side to side, I persistently licked her jawline.
"Sister Camel, you're so cute! It tickles, doesn't it? It tickles~?"
Using my childhood innocence as a shield, I licked up her chin and neck. Whether it was because it tickled or because of some other sensation, the sight of the King Milk Cow twitching was simply lovely.
"Y-you... I-I've taken it all off... s-stop... don't lick... Hiek?!"
Ignoring the King Milk Cow's attempt to pull me into her cleavage by pressing down on my head, I licked the bare skin of her upper breasts peeking out from above her bra.
"It tickles, right? Huh? It tickles?"
"Y-you... stay... s-still.... I said I'd give you milk..."
I felt her oversized, slender fingers gently grasp my hair, but it was no problem for me to reach behind her and unhook her bra.
Snap!
"Ugh!? It hurts when you undo it like that..."
Boing! Boing! Boing!
As the tight bra was released, her massive breasts seemed to relish their freedom. Like lumps of gelatin shaking uncontrollably, her nonsensical 'big tits'—large enough to make an adult man's head look small—quivered wildly.
Seriously, these breasts were unreal. Her areolas were on the larger side, but considering they held such a high volume of milk, I felt this size was necessary for discharge.
Squish.
When I pressed down with my hand, the massive milk tank seemed to swallow my entire hand. Then, a slight counter-force pushed back from the inside, shoving my hand away.
"Ugh... I'll give you milk... s-so stay... still..."
The area around her areolas grew moist, reflecting the light, and I could see a pale liquid slowly seeping out from the tips of her nipples, gradually growing in size.
"Ah, the milk is already coming out!"
"...Just drink it quickly."
Whether she was embarrassed by me pointing it out, Camel's brown eyelashes fluttered. Her expectant purple eyes glanced at me. Her arms squeezed her breasts toward the center to emphasize them, but it only looked like her arms were being buried in the flesh.
"Thanks for the meal~!"
Camel's body flinched. I watched her quietly. The way she trembled while huddling her body was cute.
When I didn't do anything for a few seconds, Camel cautiously opened her eyes.
"I-I said you could drink...?"
Her arms tensed further, and the breasts extending from her armpits were slightly pressed and folded, creating two or three slender lines.
I grabbed Camel's large nipple with my thumb and forefinger, repeatedly pulling and releasing it. A slippery, sweet-smelling pale liquid began to ooze out onto my fingers.
Squirrrrt!
"Hngh?!"
She arched her chest forward, a moan escaping her from the faint pleasure.
"D-drink it now. Quickly..."
Seeing her acting bossy despite not knowing who was in control, I pulled on the tip of her nipple again.
Squirrrrt!
Just like milking a cow, a stream of white breast milk, slightly viscous, sprayed out.
"Haaah!?"
"This is fun, Sister Camel! You make such a cute sound every time I milk you!"
"Y-you... h-hurry up and suck already.... My breasts... hurry...!"
She glared at me with a frown, but she couldn't hide her trembling eyes. I squeezed and pulled her nipple once more.
Squirrrrrrt!
"Hngh...!"
Seeing the adorable cow covering her mouth with both hands to suppress her moans, I opened my mouth to claim the natural rights that the males of this world had lost.
"Say, 'Please suck them.' Do it, Sister Camel."
Camel's eyes shook violently. Then, as if realizing the situation, she frowned deeply and tried to say something.
Squirrrrrrt!
"Kh-hngh...! Ugh...! D-don't milk meeee.... Don't milk meee...!"
Squirrt! Squirrt! Squirrrrt!
Every time she tried to speak, I pulled her nipples, making her spray thick breast milk and forcing her to shut her mouth. As expected, a purely forceful method didn't seem to work yet.
"Hurry~! Hurry~! Say, 'Please suck my breasts~!' Do it! My little female cow sister~!"
At my slightly playful yet stubborn childish act, the faint guard in Camel's eyes began to dissolve.
Rather than being angry, she looked hesitant, her lips parting and closing. I pulled her nipple with all my might.
Squirrrrrrrrrt!
"Hiek?!"
"Hurry~! Hurry~! I'm gonna keep pulling, okay? Hmm? Hmm?"
I noticed Camel's hand had already drifted down between her legs. She truly was a total pervert King Milk Cow who got horny while nursing.
"I-I'll do it...! I'll do it...! S-so... p-please... suck... this female cow's breasts..."
As she said that, Camel squeezed her eyes shut. Even though I didn't have anything in my seminal vesicles yet, I felt like I was about to ejaculate.