Chapter 47: Beyond Pathetic, You're Just Trivial, Milk Cow Sister!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 47: Beyond Pathetic, You're Just Trivial, Milk Cow Sister!
Camel’s face had turned a deep shade of crimson. I could see the flesh inside her brown-furred ears flushing a reddish hue as well. While I thought to myself how easy this was, I couldn't be entirely happy about it; this was a result born from the incredibly weak line of reasoning that since I was just a child, she didn't need to guard her pride so fiercely.
I could feel a simmering heat radiating from deep within the breasts I was pressing down on. The two hands she had placed on my head were pushing me down, but it was a trivial strength that couldn't even shove away a single child.
"Yeah, I'll do lots and lots of... milking for you!"
I was still too young to go through the full sequence of insulting her, crushing her self-esteem, and engraving the hierarchy between us. For now, I just needed to play with Camel lightly, with the mindset of enjoying myself.
The tips of Camel’s breasts were so large I couldn't even grasp them fully with both hands. I struggled to gather the areolas, which seemed to surround the tense, pinkish tips, and pressed my lips against the center.
"Ngh... I-I'm just giving you milk... ngh... It's not... it's not milking or anything like that..."
Slurp. Slurp. Sluuuurp.
With just three light tugs, I swallowed the bounty provided by those massive milk tanks, which filled my mouth with a single gulp.
"Ngh... D-don't bite... ngh, ahhn..."
Her breasts, which I had tamed by having her give me 'milk' at least once a month whenever I came home, provided the drink all too easily. Camel’s hands, which had been pressing down on my head, had somehow found their way inside her own pants.
The perverted Milk Cow Sister, who masturbated while nursing a child, seemed to have no intention of resisting anymore. I bit down again on the breasts of this cow sister, who was now completely addicted to the lactation masturbation that had increased in frequency to once every three weeks lately.
"Slurp! Does it hurt, Camel Noona?"
"I-it's okay... M-more... drink more... ngh..."
Whether it was because of the airship trip, the Great Flood, or the lactation masturbation every time I visited, she seemed to have lost all sense of shame by now.
Or perhaps she was acting more freely and comfortably because Mom wasn't around.
I vigorously sucked on the nipples gathered from both sides, but milk leaked through the gaps of my small lips, soaking Camel’s upper body.
Sluuuurp, slurp. Slurp.
"Ahhn, ngh, th-this isn't right... ahhn..."
I didn't know what exactly 'wasn't right,' but for a pervert who masturbated while having her milk sucked by a male—one she usually loathed as easily as breathing, and a young brat at that—it felt like anything I did would be fine.
"Mmm... slurp... It's delicious, Milk Cow Sister."
"I-I'm not a milk cow... ngh... ngh... W-why... why are you so good at sucking... ngh..."
Squish. Squish. Squish.
As her masturbation grew more violent below, Camel’s slender arms gathered her breasts even closer to the center to assist with the nursing.
Perhaps because I had eaten too many snacks, I was starting to feel full. At first, I had eaten so much it was ignorant, to the point of almost throwing up, but now that she was a milk cow I could play with every time we met, there was no need to overindulge.
"Ngh... H-hurry... suck more... h-hurry... I-I'm almost..."
When I pulled my mouth away, Camel’s voice sounded anxious. I gripped the nipples, which had risen until they were hard, and the swollen areolas with my hands.
Squirt!
"Ngh...! S-suck it... I said suck...! Y-you said you wanted milk... hurry...!"
Squish. Squish. Squish. The wet sounds began to grow even louder. Her purple eyes looked half-turned. A normal child might have felt fear at the sight of those slightly bloodshot eyes, but to me, she was just cute.
"Noona’s milk is coming out like a water gun! Yah! Yah!"
Squirt! Squirrrrt! Squirt!
As if milking a cow, I squeezed her breasts—left then right—forcing the milk out.
"Ngh?! Ngh?! Ah, ahh! D-don't squeeze it out...! I-I'm not a milk cow...!"
"You are a milk cow, Camel Noona! It's fun seeing so much milk come out! Come on, giddy-up! Cow! Giddy-up!"
Camel looked as if she were about to burst into tears from her trampled pride, but without even pulling her fingers out from inside her pants, she lifted her lower body up on her tiptoes.
"D-don't! Stop it! Ngh...! Giddy-up...? Ngh... W-why...! Ngh...!"
I'll show you the taste of the 'man' you looked down on so much. No, I'll show you that I'm different from the males you've ignored until now. I grabbed Camel’s breasts even more crudely and ruthlessly squeezed out the milk.
"Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Giddy-up!"
"S-stop...! I-I'm not something to be ridden...! Ahhn...! Ngh...! Ahh...!"
I wanted to say, "Go! Go! You sow, you milk cow, go!" like in the smutty manga I saw in my first playthrough, but I drove Camel toward her climax while speaking as if I were on a playground ride, fitting for my age.
"No, Milk Cow Sister is for riding! Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Lift your waist a bit more! Giddy-up! Good girl! Good girl!"
As if performing a rodeo, I held onto Camel’s areolas and nipples, standing up and sitting back down to crush her beneath me.
Just how pathetic of a female was she? Her highlight was already arriving. As if showing her the climax of the rodeo, I lifted my body slightly and then slammed my weight down onto Camel’s abdomen.
"Giddy-up! Yah! Go! Giddy-up!"
I didn't know if I looked like an innocent brat who knew nothing or a predator capable of devouring her, but there were plenty of excuses to go around.
For me, and for Camel.
"S-stop...! S-stop it...! Stop...! Y-you damn brat...! I said stop it!"
The usual gentle and relaxed demeanor she showed was nowhere to be found. Even as she showed her dark inner thoughts and got angry, I had no intention of stopping.
"It's fun, isn't it, cow? Huh? Huh? Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Go! Giddy-up!"
Camel’s body was shaking violently. As if broken, her lower body, propped up on her toes, moved up and down of its own accord, racing toward the climax.
"I-it's not fun... ahhn...! I said it's n-not...! S-stop it...!"
"Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Go! Go!"
I pressured Camel even more relentlessly. No, I stimulated her. I left handprints on those ignorantly large tits and pinched and pulled at the areolas, which were so soaked in milk they were hard to grip.
"Stop it...! I-I'm going...! To a-a little brat...! Ahhh! I'm going! I'm... ngh...!"
She was shaking her head side to side, saying she didn't want to go, but the perverted cow was lying while her body trembled as if her arms were cramping from her own masturbation.
"Going? What's 'going'? Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Go! Go!"
I mixed the word "go" into my commands, but since Camel had been the one to bring it up first, there was no need to hold back anymore. Gradually dropping the playful act, I squirted milk all over Camel’s face and quenched my own thirst.
Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
Her female body, which felt like it was ruthlessly shoving fingers in and out with no intention of hiding the masturbation anymore, was now swaying side to side as it approached the climax.
"Ahhh! I-I'm going... going... going...!"
Camel’s body began to stiffen. I increased the tempo even further, and no longer satisfied with just milking her, I changed direction and sprayed her milk directly onto her face.
"Yeah, go all you want! Go! You can go! Go! Go! Camel, go! Milk Cow, go!"
"AHHHHHHH!!!"
To think she'd go just from a little verbal abuse; it was beyond pathetic, it was miserable. Seeing Camel’s disgraceful state made me want to ejaculate.
It was only sad that I had nothing to release yet, but from the moment I was able to produce something, this 'toy' sister was being trained to be used in a completely different way.
The female, unable to utter a single word, spread her legs wide and shook her hips, beginning to spray so desperately that her jeans turned dark and the fluid pushed through to the outside.
Pant. Pant. Haaah. Huff. Heeeh. Huff. I patted her breasts, which were wet with sweat and milk, as Camel trembled violently, breathing so hard she seemed to have forgotten how to exhale.
"That was fun, wasn't it, you female cow?"
"...."
Camel was staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. Or rather, her eyes were unfocused, as if she couldn't see anything.
Slap!
"It was fun, right?"
When I slapped her breast, the Milk Cow squirted out a bit of milk and nodded. It seemed she wasn't properly disciplined yet. This time, I raised my hand and struck her crotch—the epicenter of the Great Flood.
Splat!
"Hah-ngh?!"
"It was fun, wasn't it, Camel Noona?"
"Fun...? I-it was fun... f-fun..."
Answering without even knowing what she was saying, Camel twitched and shuddered, unable to escape the afterglow of her climax.
In my heart, I wanted to pull down my pants and shove my member into that mouth where threads of saliva were visible. However, knowing the usual behavior of this female cow—who would likely run away if I closed the distance too quickly—I had no choice but to comfort my unreleased member with a few shakes.
Still, thinking that I could get away with at least this much, I lowered my pants and shook my penis. Instead of the white turbid liquid that wouldn't come out, a slightly pungent fluid pushed its way out.
Trickle.
It wasn't much. A small amount of urine, not even enough to match the ejaculation volume of a normal adult male, sprayed onto Camel’s face, and that was the end of it.