Chapter 86: The Garbage-Tier Milk Cow is Now My Toy!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 86: The Garbage-Tier Milk Cow is Now My Toy!
Contrary to her polite posture and words, a rebellious streak seemed ready to drip from her eyes. Despite having admitted herself that she was a garbage-tier female milk cow and calling me an SSS-Rank Male, she was being incredibly arrogant.
I lightly caressed Camel’s face, giving her a gentle reminder of who held the upper hand.
“How should I play with you, milk cow?”
“Ugh… Ah, that… that game… from before….”
She was an irredeemable, trashy pervert—honest to her desires even while feeling embarrassed, humiliated, and wounded in her pride.
“Right, the game where I put it in and rub it? Is that what our milk cow wants me to do?”
“…Yes.”
It was cute seeing her struggle to answer, suppressing the anger boiling deep in her lungs. I thought about giving her the sumata she wanted, rubbing against that hole where sticky fluids were already gushing out, but I felt a sense of unease that I might lose the initiative I had worked so hard to build.
As a female, she was an irredeemable garbage-tier pervert who enjoyed lactation masturbation, but considering her political maneuvers and social competence, giving a woman of her caliber an opening could lead to a reversal of our roles.
“I’m hungry, so I can drink some milk first, right?”
“…Yes. P-please drink.”
It was written all over her face that she wasn't pleased with the atmosphere not going her way. However, the moment I lightly squeezed her breast, she flinched, and her expression immediately softened.
Every time I saw them, I couldn't help but think they were incredible. Carrying those around looked like it would curve anyone's spine, but she endured it thanks to her racial traits. It was almost unfair.
Because she was lying down, her massive breasts were pressed down by gravity, but they didn't lose their shape as they quivered plumply. Even though I hadn't even touched them yet, breast milk was already leaking out in little spurts as if she were broken.
“You like being milked, don't you, Camel?”
“…A little.”
“You should speak politely to an SSS-Rank Male, shouldn't you?”
“…A little bit, sir.”
She bit her lip after speaking, her pride stung, but there was nothing Camel could do right now. Drowning in the expectation that I might give her sumata, she was going along with everything.
“Yes, I’ll keep milking you, Camel. You’re a garbage-tier female, but you’re mine!”
“Hngh!? T-thank you.”
When she frowned at the word 'garbage-tier,' I grabbed her entire areola and gave it a light tug. she let out a cute moan and answered in a manner befitting her status.
“Good girl. I’ll make you my pet cow, Camel.”
As if she didn't want to say another word, Camel turned her head away, covering her face with both arms. Her rebellious behavior was nothing short of adorable.
As I rolled her nipple clockwise as if tickling it, sticky breast milk began to slowly seep out onto my fingertips.
“Ngh, ah, ngh, ngh, ugh, ngh. Ah, ngh…!”
Roll, roll. Roll, roll. Just by handling her hardened nipples like toys, she twisted her waist and trembled, desperately trying to hold back her moans. It was quite cheeky of her.
“Camel, you’re cute. So incredibly cute!”
“D-don’t say things like thaaat… Ah, ah… Haa… Hngh…!”
It was cute how she reacted instantly to being called cute. I felt like I could play with just her breasts all day, but it would be a waste of the spanking and womb massage techniques I’d learned. I reached down and pressed firmly just below Camel’s navel.
Press!
“Hyuk?!”
As she cried out in surprise, I grabbed her by the areola again and pulled hard.
“Aaaaah!”
Camel’s mouth fell open as a cute moan burst out. I could see that her body was becoming drenched in sweat, already soaking through the room clothes provided by the hot spring inn.
Squirt!
“Hngh… ngh…! Ngh…!”
It was lovely to see her climaxing instantly, pathetically spraying breast milk everywhere. I had been consistently developing her breasts for years, so she felt plenty of pleasure there, but the fact that she went off the moment I pressed on her undeveloped womb proved why she called herself garbage-tier.
“Does it feel good, Camel?”
“Auh… ugh… S-stop….”
Even though she said stop with a heavily slurred tongue, it sounded like nothing but a plea for more. I was starting to get hungry myself, so I began to nibble on one of Camel’s breasts and suck the milk, while using my other hand to press down softly on her cervix.
Press. Press. Press. Press. Press.
“Hngh, ngh, w-where did you… l-learn this… hngh… hngh… ah, ahh… t-that spot is weak…! Ngh…!”
Because she was thrashing her body from side to side, my body—perched on top of her stomach—jolted and briefly went airborne, but I couldn't stop playing with this sweat-soaked, perverted, big-titted milk cow sister.
“You like this? Hmm? You like it because an SSS-Rank Male is touching you? Even though you’re just a garbage-tier milk cow, you love that I’m touching you, don't you?”
“To me, of the Tauros species…! Huaaaaah!”
Whether I had scratched her pride too much or not, Camel looked like she was about to scream in protest, so I hurriedly pressed down on the area around her womb with both hands.
Pressssss!!!!
“…!”
“What was that? You might be of the Tauros species, Camel, but as a female, you’re just garbage-tier, aren't you?”
With her mouth agape in a silent scream, Camel’s body slowly rose. No, her waist and hips surged upward with force as if she were doing a bridge, lifting me up along with her.
“Why aren't you saying anything, Sister Camel? Hmm? If you’re a garbage-tier female, you should listen to your SSS-Rank Male master!”
Press! Press! Press!
I could see her coming. She was coming like crazy. I could see her losing herself completely, her purple eyes half-lidded as she peaked. Even so, I didn't stop, mercilessly and skillfully pressing around her cervix, carving the meaning of the ultimate climax into her body.
“Ngggh! Ugh…! Ugh!! Ahaaa…! Aaaaah!”
As Camel began to wail, exhaling even the breath from the bottom of her lungs, I stopped the portio stimulation I had been maintaining by pressing around her womb. Instead, I grabbed her breasts as if I were riding a rodeo.
“Giddy up~! Giddy up~! Giddy up~! Go, Camel~! Go~! Giddy up~!”
Her breasts, which were gushing milk, were slippery and sticky, making them hard to grip, but perhaps because I had done it so much, I skillfully grabbed them. Alternating between squeezing one up and pulling the other down as if I were truly milking a cow, I sprayed the milk onto Camel’s face.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
From those massive tits, which looked like they could feed several children to their fill, breast milk sprayed out mercilessly. It splattered across Camel’s face and onto the innocent floorboards, revealing her broken expression.
“Ngh… ngh…! Oh…! S-stop… stop… uugh… s-stop… p-please…!”
Even though she was a garbage-tier milk cow who couldn't even speak properly, she had to pay the price for trying to have a power struggle with me.
“Then apologize! I’ll stop if you do! Apologize!”
“Haaah, I-I’m sorry… I-I was wrong…! P-please stop…!”
Just how easy was her body? It was hilarious to see her still in a bridge position, her legs shaking left and right. Seeing the sound of her trickling and leaking under the covers, she was nothing short of the ultimate pervert.
“Say you’re sorry for acting up against your SSS-Rank master when you’re just a garbage-tier cow!”
“Hngh, I-I’m sor… I’m so sorry…! I’m sorry…! S-so please…!”
Camel’s frantic struggle, letting out a voice close to a shriek after climaxing only a few times, made me finally grab her nipples, bunch them together, aim them at her mouth, and squeeze hard.
“Gurgle… gurgle… I-I’m sor… gurgle… gulp… I’m sor….”
The sight of the milk cow crying and apologizing while making a gargling sound from the milk flooding her mouth finally softened my heart a little.
“Yes, I’ll forgive you just this once! I’ll be understanding since you’re a garbage-tier milk cow!”
At the word 'forgiveness,' Camel seemed to believe it naively, collapsing onto the bed as if the bridge pose she had maintained for several minutes had been a lie.
“Haah… hah… haah…. Kehek… heek… hek… heek….”
She gasped for the breath she had been holding back, coughing up the milk I had forced her to swallow before continuing to breathe heavily.
“Good girl, good girl. Our cow is such a good girl~!”
I brushed back the hair from Camel’s sweat-soaked forehead and tucked it behind her ear. The mouth of this milk cow sister, who acted innocent while being dark on the inside, seemed to be faintly smiling.
The night was just beginning, yet she was already trying to fall asleep—how irreverent. Since I had seized this much control, I felt like I could use Camel as an onahole instead of just using myself as a dildo.
I brought the thing that had already started making a fuss inside my pants to Camel’s mouth.
“Suck it.”
“Hngh… haa… haa…? Aum… chuup….”
Camel, whose reason hadn't fully returned yet, hesitated for a moment before obediently putting her mouth on my member and starting to suck.
I entered the password on Camel’s phone, which was by the pillow, and took a picture of the scene.
“Sister Camel… this is weird… do I really have to do this? Ngh… don't suck it….”
“Aum… chuup… chuup….”
Despite my question, the image of Camel sucking my penis without a word was being captured through the screen. I stopped the recording and immediately sent the video to my own phone.
With this short video, anyone could see it was 100% Camel’s fault. On top of that…
『It’s a secret from Mom. If you tell, you’re going to jail.』
I even sent a bullshit message like that. From now on, this female milk cow was my toy.
…Or so I fantasized for a moment, but then I remembered that in this world where men are scarce, my phone could be censored. I held back my tears and ended the delusion. However, since it remained on Camel’s phone, I didn't forget the consideration of letting her use it when she masturbated alone.