Chapter 85: What Kind of Games Should I Play with the Dairy Cow~?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 85: What Kind of Games Should I Play with the Dairy Cow~?
When I returned after washing up, Camel’s room was empty. I could hear signs of life from the other rooms, but since they sounded a bit noisy, I headed to Iris’s room to avoid being a disturbance.
“Sis...? Yong-hwan?”
“Noona! How have you been? Tell me about school!”
Seeing her look a bit guarded, it seemed her rebellious phase had definitely arrived. However, when I hopped into the room, she gave a resigned smile. It looked like the things the cowardly Incest Squad worried about hadn't happened yet.
“School… there isn’t much to tell.”
“Still! Still! Is it different from elementary school?”
“It is…. I don’t even know where to start.”
Iris began to recount stories of her school life one by one. I wasn't actually interested; I was just listening with one ear and letting it out the other, focused only on raising her Affection Level.
“Exploration beyond the Gate….”
“The Imperial Swordsmanship Tournament….”
“A field trip to the Governor-General of Australia’s office….”
“Visiting the Northern Defense Line….”
“The Princess….”
It sounded like some important things were mentioned, but since they probably didn't matter much to me, I just nodded as if I understood perfectly.
“You’re still in touch with La Croix occasionally, right?”
“Yeah, she’s a kind sister. We get along well, and she tells me tons of stories about Iris Noona!”
“...Don’t just go contacting other women recklessly.”
“Okay!”
At my easy compliance, Iris’s blue eyes widened.
“You’re not saying no?”
“If Noona tells me not to, there must be a reason. Because Noona is the strongest!”
Iris covered her mouth and giggled. Of course, I’d still be in touch with Ms. Ophelia!
Since she was the one who would become the Duchess, telling her to be my secret friend was a safe bet—Iris had no way of knowing anyway. I was just throwing out empty promises.
“...I guess I need to get a bit stronger.”
“Aren’t you already the strongest, Noona?”
I knew Iris was incredibly talented and strong, but compared to the likes of Hindel or our maternal grandmother, she wasn't quite at the top yet.
Still, as a cute younger brother, I had to lay it on thick to build up that Affection Level.
“If you work hard, you can do it, right?”
Iris looked cute sitting there so demurely while showing her confidence, so I quickly moved closer and sat on her lap. After a slight flinch, Iris wrapped her trembling arms around my back and slowly tightened her hug.
“More than Mom~?”
“If it’s Mom…. I’ll need some time.”
“More than Hindel~?”
“...I’ll try my best.”
This brat had damn near zero ambition. To be intimidated by a sow lizard who flinches every time I slap her womb while doing that Sugar Daddy Dating—she was way too weak.
Still, she was my family, so I had no choice but to cheer her on.
“Tonight… do you want to sleep with me?”
Iris asked shyly. Since I couldn't tell her it was impossible because I had to spend the night kneading and training Camel’s super-giant milk tits, I had to come up with a plausible excuse.
“Hindel said she’d watch me practice mana manipulation!”
“The Master? Our Yong-hwan can handle mana too?”
“Yeah! He said I have talent!”
Iris stroked my hair. The part about having talent was a total lie.
There was no way I had talent when I was being told things like, ‘You’re just a mediocre person who can only do this much even after eating that precious Ice Essence,’ albeit in much politer terms.
It was also a secret that I was pinning my hopes on that dragon bastard’s words—she’d said that if I gorged myself on the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Carp Inner Core and other elixirs she promised to give me when I got older, I’d at least reach the level of a prodigy or a genius, even if I couldn't be a natural-born talent.
Come to think of it, I felt like I should make Yuseoha and Camel compete to feed me more healthy things. Yuseoha is supposedly a princess or something, so if I seduced her well, she’d surely swipe a precious elixir from her treasure vault for me.
As for Camel, she only gave me breast milk and nothing else, so the thought of training her well to make her offer up precious elixirs already made a certain part of my lower body start to harden.
If I wasn't careful, I’d end up rubbing my thing against my sister’s stomach, so I had to end this meeting quickly.
“Ah, it’s time! Bye-bye, Noona!”
“Oh, right… bye… bye….”
Iris waved blankly with a slightly disappointed face. Since I’d played the role of the cute brother well enough, it didn't seem like the Iris Coin would be delisted anytime soon.
I thought about stopping by to see Mom and Grasha, but I knew the moment I opened that door, Mom wouldn't let me go and would throw a tantrum to sleep together. I had no choice but to return to Camel’s room.
The other doors were still firmly shut and likely locked, so I went straight back to Camel’s room.
Two thick futons were laid out on the floor.
“Camel Noona, are you asleep?”
They were at opposite ends of the wall. In other words, very far apart.
“....”
Seeing Camel pretending to sleep with her back turned, I had to reassess the situation.
Judging by the way her ears twitched, there was no way she was asleep. My conclusion was that she was throwing a petty tantrum because I’d used a bit of neglect play back at the bath when it was her turn for a thrilling experience.
It was almost regrettable how much of a child she could be.
If she were a proper Garbage-Tier sow, she should have greeted her SSS-Rank Male with a naked dogeza and begged for permission for lactation masturbation, yet here she was. I was honestly dumbfounded.
Even though I was weak—lacking strength, money, and power—I had to be the bigger person in times like this.
As I approached the "sleeping" Camel, I felt a slight heat. When I lifted the blanket slightly, I saw her slender arm stretched down toward the area below her chest.
She wasn't just pouting; she’d been self-pleasuring and didn't know what to do when I walked in. I might have overestimated this Garbage-Tier Milk Cow.
“Camel, are you awake~?”
I clung to her, pretending not to notice. Her body, slightly damp with sweat, gave off a pleasant milky scent mixed with the faint aroma of the hot springs.
I slid my hand under her armpit and roughly kneaded her violent breasts. Even though she was reacting with visible tremors, she continued to play dead.
“Ngh… ugh… what…? When did you get here…?”
The sight of the female dairy cow looking at me with half-closed eyes as if she’d just woken up was cute.
“Just now! Since you didn't come, I went to talk about school with Iris Noona! Are you going to keep sleeping~?”
“That’s… I’m going to keep sleeping.”
Naturally, since there was no longer a need to pretend to be asleep, the female cow tried to shift her body, but then stopped. It was hard to tell if she couldn't pull her hand out because she was in the middle of masturbating, or if she was still pouting.
I needed time to think, so I gently squeezed Camel’s breast. Since she’d been subjected to so much breastfeeding, this Garbage-Tier cow’s erogenous zones were fully developed; after just a few touches, she began to spray milk without hesitation, emitting a sweet fragrance.
“Hngh… I told you, I’m sleeping… i-it’s fine…. D-Don’t touch me….”
Judging by the reaction, she was definitely pouting.
“Camel Noona, are you sulking because we didn't play together earlier?”
I gently pinched the tip of one nipple and pulled it long.
Squirrrrt—
The pale milk sprayed out satisfyingly.
“Aaaah, y-you… I told you to s-stop….”
Despite her words, she shifted her posture so that both breasts could be milked. I used my free hand to grab the other nipple and stretched it out.
“Don’t be mad. I stopped playing earlier because I wanted to play ‘just the two of us’ sooner. Right? Right? Right?”
Pull. Pull. Pull. Sitting on Camel’s stomach, I hooked my index finger over the top of the nipple and pressed down with my thumb, pulling it repeatedly.
“I-I’m not mad… ngh… ugh… i-if you’re not going to d-drink it… don’t milk meeee….”
It wasn't like I was the one doing the cleanup, so I didn't care if it splashed on my clothes or the bedding. I just kept pulling at the udders that stored enough milk to feed a whole brood of children.
“Ngh, ah… hngh, ah, s-stooop… ugh… ah, ah, ah…!”
As I pulled even harder on the breasts of the easily-crying dairy cow, Camel’s back slowly arched, lifting my entire body as she began to tremble violently.
Then she collapsed. I could feel her quivering abdomen and the lower half of her body shaking uncontrollably, even without looking.
Whether she’d been masturbating since the moment she laid out the futons, the Garbage-Tier cow—who had come far more easily and pathetically than usual—was now looking up at me with a completely melted expression.
It was a fitting face for a Garbage-Tier Milk Cow who hid her true nature behind a gentle facade, unlike her murky inner thoughts.
“Now, what should we play~?”
“Haah… haah… huff… haah… p-play…? Th-then…. Should we do what we did earlier…?”
Seeing her struggle to speak with unfocused eyes almost made me want to tear up. Her effort was commendable, but she was being a bit too bold.
I spread my fingers wide and lightly slapped the cow’s milk jugs.
Slap!
“Hee?! Wh-why…?”
I was satisfied to see her instinctively cover her chest with her slender arms, not even knowing why she’d been hit.
The sight of an animal-like creature looking terrified instead of getting angry.
“You should say, ‘Please play with me,’ right? You Garbage-Tier cow?”
Camel’s purple eyes quivered. She bit her lip as if it were unfair, but after I stared down at her in silence for a few seconds, she closed her eyes tight and answered as befitted her status.
“Pl-please play with me… I-I beg of you.”
“Good girl.”
I stroked Camel’s head. Seeing her grit her teeth with her ears standing tall, as if she still had some pride left, was starting to get really fun.