Chapter 76: What Would You Like Our Milk Cow to Do?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 76: What Would You Like Our Milk Cow to Do?
Alicia was easier than Morian. From the moment I started applying oil to her waist, the signs were obvious, and by the time I began kneading her buttocks, it was clear she was panting and reaching her limit.
After giving her slumped backside a sharp slap to bring her back to her senses, she let out another lewd moan and her waist trembled minutely as I massaged her breasts.
When I moved on to the womb massage, she clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle her cries, and the sight of her suppressed moans made me leak a little myself. I figured I didn't even need to go into the ocean; I could just excuse it as being covered in oil. I teased her, my fingers dancing just on the edge of her crotch.
I pressed firmly on what you might call the perineum—the space between the two holes—and after sending her over the edge twice, Alicia couldn't take it anymore and retreated to the lodgings.
She was definitely going to masturbate. I just smiled, pretending to know nothing, and stood next to Camel. She was pretending to be asleep, but it was obvious she was comforting herself by surreptitiously touching her breasts.
"Camel Noona, do you want an oil massage too?"
"...Hm? Is something wrong?"
She hadn't even taken off her sunglasses, trying her best to look like she had just woken up. It was cute.
"I just finished putting oil on the other sisters! I gave them massages because they were so tense, and they all said it felt great."
"L-later... please, this evening.... I'll... I'll let you have some breast milk too...."
The sight of this naughty female milk cow, who had made a habit out of lactation masturbation, made me leak a little again. I’m at an age where I shouldn't have much to give, but at this rate, I might end up with some kind of urological condition.
"Okay, let's play milking later!"
"It's not milking... it's... l-lactation.... And, saying things like that... no, you know it's a secret, right? Right?"
"Yeah, it's a secret from Mom and Hindel too. It's just between the two of us, right?"
Through her sunglasses, I could catch a glimpse of Camel's desperate eyes.
"Y-yes.... If you tell anyone.... I won't give you the milk you like 'best.' Got it? What happens if you don't keep your promise?"
"You said I'd go to prison. And I wouldn't be able to see Mom."
"That's right. So you mustn't tell, okay?"
"Okay!"
I don't know what kind of absolute bullshit she was spewing, but I had no choice but to play along with Camel, who was clearly desperate for some peace of mind.
I had no intention of telling anyone anyway. I didn't want to be banned from milking play just because someone found out about my relationship with this massive-titted cow sister.
I scanned Camel's body again. A slender waist that looked like it shouldn't have an ounce of fat, paired with violently massive breasts and wide hips.
She was a Taurus, supposedly the highest caste among the beastkin, and her body was definitely a cheat code.
Conscious of my gaze, Camel looked away and carefully shielded her chest and crotch. Her long brown hair, reaching down to her buttocks, shimmered like silk even in the shade.
She couldn't even bring herself to ask what I was looking at anymore; she just turned red. It seemed her breaking was progressing quite well.
Since her sunglasses weren't pitch black, I could see her eyes darting around. Seeing her look away only to steal glances as if she were secretly expecting something, I thought she might make a good partner for an occasional fling.
"Is the Academy busy?"
"...A little."
She looked wary, but I couldn't trigger a lewd event scene right now when Mom, who was likely getting tired of playing with Grasha, could return at any moment.
"I heard Iris Noona was the top student. Did she really enter at the top of her class?"
"She's a bright child. And she's Hindel's disciple."
I poured more oil into my palm. Unlike when I first took it out, it felt lukewarm, having absorbed the heat of the beach. Camel swallowed hard and slowly rolled onto her stomach. Even without words, we were perfectly in sync.
I climbed onto her back and began pushing the oil smoothly from her back down to her waist.
"How is Ophelia Noona?"
"Ophelia...? You mean the La Croix...!"
"I'm applying oil. Lie down."
"Kh...!"
I whispered in a gentle voice when the naughty cow tried to sit up. Camel looked like she wanted to say something, but she obediently lay back down at my command.
"Yeah, I heard she's the eldest daughter of the House of La Croix. What kind of person is she?"
"How do you know about the La Croix family...?"
"I met her when I went to see Iris Noona's exam last time. She said she wanted me to be her younger brother, so we keep in touch occasionally. She gives me news about Iris Noona too."
Camel tilted her head to the side to gauge my reaction. It was pathetic yet cute how she seemed to be fidgeting, desperate to find something out.
"...Is that all?"
"Yeah, Iris Noona doesn't really answer her messages."
I gently gripped Camel's trapezius muscles. They were soft, yet I could feel the knotted muscle underneath. Despite having milk jugs heavier than Mom's, she seemed to be taking good care of herself.
"Ngh... you're... quite good at this...."
Thanks to the intensive training from Marika and the pets, my grip strength wasn't bad. I focused on loosening Camel's shoulders while softly stroking the nape of her neck.
Every time I playfully tickled her sides, the cow sister would shrink back as if tense. She seemed to be full of anticipation, but it was time to tease her and play with her expectations.
"What's the Academy like? Do you think I'll do well there?"
"You'll... do... g-great."
As I lightly kneaded her side-boob, her voice trailed off. She tried to shift her upper body to make it easier for me to touch her breasts, but no matter how much she lifted herself, those monstrous breasts were pinned against the sunbed, making the gesture meaningless. Since my goal was to tease her, I suppressed my own urge and refrained from touching them.
"What rank would I be?"
"Ngh... S-SSS-Rank.... The b-best."
"Excluding my face?"
Wanting to hear the truth from Camel's mouth, I brushed against her collarbone and moved as if I were about to head further down.
"I-including it... s-soon... the... b-breasts...."
"Right, so I'm an SSS-Rank Male, aren't I?"
I whispered into Camel's ear. The cow flinched, instinctively curling her body as if her very flesh remembered the hierarchy. It was lovely.
Nod. Nod. She answered by moving her head, and as a reward, I squeezed her breasts hard. They were so violently large I couldn't even get a proper grip with both hands. With her breasts crushed against the sunbed, I slid my hands underneath and gently pinched around her areolas.
—Squirrrrt!
"Euuugh.... Ngh...!"
The female suppressed a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a laugh. From one end of those mercilessly huge breasts, a stream of thick milk sprayed out onto the bottom of the sunbed. Camel arched her back, her lower body trembling violently.
"Camel Noona, you're just a garbage-tier female who loves being milked, aren't you?"
"Th-that's.... I, my evaluation is... SS... ugh...!"
—Squirrrrt!
If I said she was garbage-tier, then she was garbage-tier. I squeezed the breasts of the Camel who dared to evaluate herself. She let out a low, animalistic groan, her body shuddering.
I stole a glance at Mom, who was playing with Grasha. Unaware of what was happening over here, she was busy playing with the youngest. It looked like I could focus on the dairy cow's education for a while longer.
"Camel Noona, you're garbage-tier, right?"
"Y-you... how could you...."
Even while being thoroughly broken by her friend's son and being addicted to lactation masturbation, her pride was still strong. Since milking her was a reward, not a punishment, I left a handprint on the side of her breast instead.
—Slap!
"Ahng?!"
"Say you're garbage-tier. I'm telling you that you're garbage-tier, aren't I?"
Camel, who had been softened by pleasure, frowned and glared at me at the pain from the small strike.
"You... where did you learn to say things like that?"
"Isn't a female milk cow who feels joy while being milked just garbage-tier?"
"...."
When I attacked with logic, Camel bit her lip. She seemed to want to dismiss it as nonsense or a sophistry, but I couldn't give her any breathing room.
"Camel Noona is a garbage-tier female. Right? I won't tell Mom. So say it."
"Kh...!"
If our relationship ever became a scandal or if we were caught by someone else, the only thing I would lose was one female milk cow with monstrous jugs. Camel, on the other hand, had everything to lose.
"Right?"
Camel's purple eyes glared at me irritably. It wasn't scary at all.
"Answer me."
"....I am a garbage-tier milk cow."
"You should use proper formal speech. Camel is a garbage-tier female milk cow, and I'm an SSS-Rank Male, right?"
Camel's lips quivered as she gritted her teeth. She glared at me, but there was no killing intent—only a female resigning herself to the situation. All it did was fuel my desire to conquer and make her submit.
"...I am a garbage-tier milk cow, sir."
"Good girl. What should I give you as a reward?"
The dairy cow's purple eyes trembled. Educate strictly, teach the hierarchy, and then consistently provide rewards. As she looked at me, the hostility in her eyes began to blur, replaced by a faint flush of shame and a familiar sense of anticipation. I already knew what Camel was going to say.
"Please... suck this female milk cow's... breasts...."
She was easy. I toyed with Camel's ears. A cow's ears are soft and squishy, making them fun to hold and play with.