Chapter 88: I Won!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 88: I Won!
I persistently scraped and stimulated the area around Camel’s vaginal opening, but this bitch had more stamina than I expected. Or maybe my technique was just lacking. I’d developed a feel for things like womb massages, spanking, and breast development since I did them often, but this was my first time trying this particular approach.
“Huaaaang! Stop iiiiit! Th-there... that spot is weak! Don’t... don’t do that...!”
“Don’t resist, you garbage-tier milk cow! Your master is touching you! Just go already! Hurry up and cum! I’m tired!”
Camel began to crawl forward as if trying to escape. A trail of viscous fluid was left behind wherever her massive rear passed.
“St-stop...! I-I was wrong! I was wrong, so please! St-stooop...!”
“I get it, so just cum! You stupid cow bitch!”
At this point, I didn't care what happened anymore and roughly pressed against Camel’s vaginal opening. I considered pulling down her panties and shoving my fingers inside, but I was worried that in this clumsy situation, Camel might actually snap out of it.
“Hyang, ah, aaah! Don’t scrape there! Stop iiiiit!”
“Don’t run away! Fight back! Don’t be a coward! If you’re a woman, fight properly!”
The garbage-tier cow bitch continued to flee like a coward. If I had the strength—if I were much more grown than I am now—I would have grabbed her by the ankles, dragged her back, and given her a proper education.
“B-but... I don’t want to...! G-going like this...! Uwaaa, by a mere brat...!”
I was at my limit, but so was Camel. For me, it was physical stamina; for Camel, it was her mental fortitude. Seeing her throw away her usual mask of a kind older sister and call me a "brat" made it clear I had truly driven her into a corner.
“You’re going because you’re a garbage-tier milk cow, and you’re going for a brat! No, you’re going for an SSS-Rank Male, so just accept it! Don’t run! You’re just a female, so present your pussy properly!”
“I-I can’t! I said I can’t! What even is an SSS-Rank Male?! Stop! Stop iiiiit! Stop it alreadyyyy!”
As she fled, Camel eventually hit the wall. With nowhere left for this garbage-tier bitch with the wicked tits to run, I scraped the area around her vaginal opening even more roughly.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Her panties, which could no longer function as underwear because they were so soaked with love juices, oozed fluid every time I flicked a finger.
“There’s nowhere left to run! Just submit to the SSS-Rank Male! You perverted cow bitch! Present your pussy and accept your defeat!”
“Hng, ngh, st-stop... please... st-stooop...!”
Realizing she was trapped against the wall, Camel reached out and tried to stand up.
I hadn't intended to go this far, but this crazy perverted female was provoking me. My stamina was at its limit from being squeezed dry since this morning, and I could hear a ringing in my ears, but I couldn't hold back.
If I didn't break this perverted cow properly now, she would surely act out like an untamed filly later.
Enduring with the physical and mental strength I’d built up through training, I persistently tormented Camel. I pulled her panties aside and finally shoved my fingers directly inside. She was squeezing so tightly that I couldn't even get them in properly.
The moment I slid them into the entrance, her meat pile pushed the foreign objects back out along with a flood of love juices.
“I-inside...! D-don’t! I told you not to! Please don’t! Please!”
“Don’t get cocky just because you’re a female! Fight me head-on! Lose properly and cum like you’re supposed to!”
If it were any other time, I felt like I could have inserted myself and pierced that stubborn hymen, but I didn't have the mental capacity for that. My stamina was truly at its end after playing around in the hot spring.
The ringing in my ears grew louder. If that damn dragon whelp had taught me physical arts just one year earlier, I could have kept this fun game going for another three hours...
Schloooop!
My fingers entered that beautiful pink meat pile once again.
“Uwaaa, stop, stop! I-I’m really, really going! I’m cumming! I’m cummiiiing!”
But they were immediately pushed out as love juices sprayed onto my face.
“You’ve been saying you’re going for a while now! What does 'going' even mean? You’re just spilling sticky fluid everywhere. It feels good, doesn't it? Huh? Doesn't it?!”
“Uwaa, ahhh, stop! 'Going' means I’m cumming! I told you to stop! Y-you damn brat!”
When I slowed down to recover some stamina, Camel started acting up again. Seeing her regain her spirit made my vision start to go dark.
Maybe I should have just settled for some sumata as a sex game and ended it while she was just moderately aroused. Even if Camel was the weakest of the bunch—practically a desk worker—I still couldn't keep up with her physically.
No, today’s schedule was just too packed. Swimming in the ocean, the hot spring... I’d overexerted myself.
“Brat? Brat? You should speak properly to your superior male! Don’t use informal speech! How arrogant!”
Squelch-ch-ch!
“Huaaaaang!”
I tried shoving my fingers back into the meat pile that was so tightly shut they barely fit. It felt like they went in a bit deeper than before, but it was only by a few millimeters.
“Apologize for being rude to your superior male! Hurry up!”
“I won’t! I can’t! A mere male...! A mere man...!”
Once you draw your sword, you have to swing it properly. If it ended like this, there was a high chance of problems arising the next time I tried to play with Camel.
I felt that if I let this prideful, perverted office-lady milk cow look down on me, it would be the end.
I was missing a decisive blow. I thought about pinching her clitoris, but that seemed like too much work. Instead, I shoved my middle finger straight into the pretty little hole visible between the buttocks of this wicked cow, who was currently smearing the wall with breast milk as she rubbed her chest against it.
Plump!
“Ngh-oooooh...!”
The reaction was good. A memory from my past life surfaced: strong-willed bitches have weak back holes.
“It’s not 'a mere man,' it’s 'superior male'! Get your facts straight, you stupid cow bitch!”
I wanted to finish this gracefully, maintaining my position as the child, but Camel wasn't the only one driven into a corner.
“Hyang, wh-what even is a superior male...! How dare you, to Camel Sirian of the Minotaur species... hng...! A-again...! Th-there...!”
I thrust my middle finger into her back hole again. It was incredibly tight here too; it didn't feel like anything was actually going in. However, I could see the breast milk squirt out from the tits the cow bitch was frantically rubbing against the wall as she tensed her body.
“Minotaur or whatever, you’re just a garbage-tier female! You’re no match for an SSS-Rank Male! Don’t run! Fight me properly! Stop just talking and present your pussy!”
“Th-that’s unfair...! Th-there...! You told me to present my pussy...! Huaang, why, why are your hands... in the back... hng...!”
Unfair, my ass. I was the type to use every advantage available to me. At this rate, there was a high chance neither of us would remember tomorrow clearly anyway.
Even if we did, we’d have to pretend it never happened. At least Camel would.
So, I had to break her properly now so she wouldn't act up or dare try to manipulate me in the future.
I remembered everything—how she tried to use me like a dildo to penetrate Alicia back at the hot spring.
“I get it, so just hurry up and cum. I’m sleepy! Stop dragging this out! You premature ejaculator!”
“Wh-who are you calling a premature ejacula—!”
Thrust.
While she was angry, the defenses of her back hole loosened slightly. As my middle finger went in less than a knuckle deep, Camel’s thighs began to tremble violently.
“I said I’m sleepy! Don’t fight it and just cum! Hurry! A garbage-tier milk cow shouldn't try to take on her superior male!”
“K-ugh...! St-stop... please, st-stooop... I was wrong... st-stop... I’ll... I’ll do whatever you say....”
Camel cried out in surrender, but I knew her. This perverted milk cow was not the type to listen to words. It was obvious she just wanted to escape this situation.
Honestly, she might have actually done whatever I said, but only a stupid black cow like my mom’s friends would stop now.
“Will you really do whatever I say?”
“I-I will... I’ll do it... so...?”
The milk cow, failing to truly understand me, began to relax her body as if the tension had broken. All while I continued to scrape her vaginal opening and press into her back hole as if digging it out.
Ploooop!
Without hesitation, I pushed the finger I’d inserted into her back hole a bit deeper. Thanks to the opening created by her momentary lapse in guard, I succeeded in getting it slightly further in, but her sphincter was so tight and strong that I couldn't go any further.
However.
Splurt!!!!
Seeing the milk cow sister spray even more violently than when a dragon fires a liquid breath between its legs, I used my remaining sensation to repeatedly thrust my middle finger in and out of her back hole.
“...! ...! ...! ...! ...!”
As Camel let out another silent scream, her hips bucking wildly as she came, I collapsed, exhausted. Watching the perverted sister come spectacularly all on her own, I instinctively knew that this was it for today.
My eyes kept closing. My physical body hadn't caught up to my mental strength, making it hard to endure any longer.
“Uuuuuu...!”
The tension finally snapped as I watched the perverted cow sister slumped against the wall, leaking breast milk, love juices, and urine at will.
My vision dropped and my body tumbled forward as my consciousness cut out.