4. Probation Day 2 - 8, Cow House
"Cow House???"
I arrived at the place Dana had led me to and read what was written on the sign. Cow House. I was reading it correctly, all right. And if cow meant what I'd always understood it to mean, then this was absolutely not going to be a normal establishment.
"You do know what the word means, right? Give it a try at least once. The drinks are actually quite good, too."
Dana walked ahead toward the door of a shop whose interior evoked nothing so much as a ranch. When she stood there holding the door open and looking back at me, I had no choice but to move my feet toward the shop as well.
The interior was circular. At the center of the shop lay a wide round space enclosed by a wooden fence that came up to the knee, and ringing that space, three tiers of customer seating rose upward like the stands of an arena—the farther from the center, the higher the seats.
Each seat consisted of a round wooden table with a curved sofa spanning roughly 240 degrees, angled so that every guest faced the center. Apart from the side facing the entrance, the seats were walled off by partitions.
The stadium-style seating wrapped around only three-quarters of the central space; the remaining quarter, directly opposite the door, was occupied by the kitchen. The kitchen was open-plan as well—aside from what was hidden behind a waist-high counter and the equipment, everything stood in plain view. Large screens had been mounted on the ceiling above the counter.
"Welcome to the home of the Cows."
The moment we stepped inside, a woman came toward us with a bright greeting. Hers was a strong-featured face that must have been genuinely beautiful in her youth; she looked to be in her late thirties. With her long, tightly curled brown hair, her outfit was nothing short of flamboyant.
The first thing to catch my eye was the piercing in her nose. A golden ring hung through the wall of flesh between her nostrils—the septum. It looked exactly like a ring through a cow's nose.
Around her neck dangled a metal cowbell about the size of three fingers. The one Songa had worn had been a cute little costume prop; this woman's was the rough, utilitarian kind you'd actually strap onto livestock.
Her outfit recalled the traditional dress you might see at some European folk festival.
She wore a corset-style top in mixed red and green, a flaring skirt attached to it, and beneath it all an off-the-shoulder white blouse. Except that a great deal of fabric that should have been there simply wasn't. For starters, there was nothing covering her chest.
The white blouse's fabric wrapped only her arms below the shoulders. The cloth clearly continued inward toward her body, dipping down beneath her breasts, but nowhere on her torso could a single thread of white be found. And so her enormous breasts, with their wide brown areolae and large nipples standing stiffly at attention, swayed in full view every time she opened her mouth.
The skirt, not long to begin with, was shorter still where the middle panel was all but missing. The sides barely reached far enough to cover her hips, while the front ended just above the crest of her mound. Her exposed pussy was utterly hairless—thick outer lips, loose brown inner lips, and a protruding clitoris, all of it basking in the open air.
When I failed to react, the woman asked me again.
"Excuse me, sir? Is this your first time at our establishment?"
I glanced back at Dana, but she only smiled. Drawing a breath to steady myself, I answered the woman's question.
"Yes. It's my first time."
"Ah! A newly arrived O-Class guest, then. Here at our shop, an assigned Cow takes care of you exclusively until you leave. Would I be all right? Or you're free to choose a different Cow."
The woman pressed her hands together as she spoke, and her arms squeezed her breasts together into a deep valley. So the staff here were called Cows, apparently.
"Yes, you're fine. I'll... I'll go with y-you."
"Thank you for choosing me. My name is Jin Mihyang. Just call me Mihyang~. This way, please."
Mihyang turned and led the way. From behind, she looked much as she did from the front—though at least the white blouse was visible across her back. I could make out the laces cinching her waist, and below them the skirt, whose back panel was as short as the front.
In other words, the hem ended right where the cleft of her buttocks began. The sides came down far enough to cover about half of each cheek, but the crack itself was entirely on display. Her plump ass cheeks jiggled this way and that with every step. And lodged in her anus was an anal plug adorned with a large red cubic jewel.
Her age showed in a little extra flesh here and there and a slight sag, but her skin's texture and elasticity looked remarkable for it. Judging by skin alone, she could have passed for early thirties.
Only as Mihyang moved farther away did I notice her feet. She wore white stockings with black spots—Holstein pattern—reaching above her knees, paired with black shoes with ankle straps.
Watching her go, I followed her inside. The shop was furnished throughout with wooden pieces, and the other women serving wore outfits much like Mihyang's.
Most of them looked to be somewhere between their mid-thirties and early forties, and they shared one trait: calling their breasts and hips "big" would have been a laughable understatement—they were enormous.
Following Mihyang, I got a closer look at the center of the shop. It held something like a set of gymnastics bars, but with rails at waist and knee height, saddle-like furniture wrapped in leather, and apparatuses that resembled miniature vaulting horses.
From the bars hung several milking machines of the sort you'd expect on a real dairy farm. Off to one side was a washing station with taps, like a utility sink.
Since every table near the center was occupied, I was shown to a second-tier seat. The table was wooden, but the sofa was upholstered in soft fabric. Dana slid in first and settled against the wall; I sat near the aisle, and Mihyang came straight to me.
"One moment~"
Then, hips first, she nudged me inward along the seat and sat down pressed tight against my side.
"I'll explain while we sit~"
Leaning her upper body toward me as well, she picked up the smart pad resting on the table and held it up for me to see. On the pad, an app labeled Cow House was already running.
"While you listen, feel free to touch a Cow's pussy and tits as much as you like~"
"Huh? Yes."
As Mihyang spoke, she swayed her body ever so slightly, and her huge breasts brushed against my arm. I managed an answer, but I couldn't exactly grab a woman I'd met two minutes ago.
"Everyone who works at our Cow House is a Cow. That is to say, a dairy cow who can be milked."
"I... is that so?"
"I told you, just call me Mihyang~. There's no need for a person to be polite to a Cow."
Mihyang said this while pressing her breasts against my body and shaking them. Instinctively I tried to pull away, but her left hand had me gripped tight, and there was no escaping.
"Uh, okay, okay. Mihyang. Do you... do you lactate too, Mihyang?"
"Ahhn~. Just hearing a young man call my name—whatever am I to do~. Of course I lactate. I've had two children, you know. One son, one daughter. My birthday hasn't come around yet this year, so I'm 41~."
"Then your husband..."
"I do have a husband, but after our second child he stopped so much as looking at me. I've borne two babies, but I'm still confident in my pussy's grip. Care to feel for yourself?"
Mihyang spread her thighs and presented her pussy to me.
"Huh? Uh. Sure."
I cautiously moved my right hand toward Mihyang's pussy. As if she'd been waiting for exactly that, she set the pad she'd been holding in her right hand down on the table, took my hand, guided it to herself, and slipped my index and middle fingers into her hole.
My two fingers slid smoothly inside. That was how wet and how open Mihyang's pussy was. But once inside, it was a different story entirely. The bumpy walls of vaginal muscle wrapped around my fingers and kneaded them like a massager.
"Ohh~"
"Haa~. How is it? Hnn~! Still good for use, right?"
"It is. It's fantastic."
"Then. Nngh~. Keep playing with my pussy as long as you like. Whew~. I'll carry on with the explanation."
"Mm-hm."
With the right hand that had been holding mine, she picked the pad back up and began her explanation. Even as she talked, her pussy periodically clenched down, squeezing my fingers.
Mihyang glanced over at Dana and asked,
"Hah~. You've been here before, haven't you?"
Dana answered with a smile.
"Yes. I'm quite all right, so please explain everything just to Juhan."
Mihyang turned her gaze back to me and resumed. On the pad, a page had opened under the title:
"Now, where did I—hah~—leave off? Oh, right~! Our Cows here have a few distinctive features. Mnn~. First of all, since we have to be milked, we all have enormous udders."
As she spoke, Mihyang gave her tits another shake.
"Hah~. To mark us as Cows, we wear nose rings and cowbells around our necks."
Again matching her words to her body, she touched the ring hanging from her nose and gave the cowbell a jingle. The bell swung, but no sound came out. Presumably there was nothing inside to make it ring.
"Hnn~. Next—and this one many guests dislike. Ahhn~. To keep us aware in everyday life that we are Cows and not humans, we grow out our armpit hair. Hah~."
At her words, my eyes darted for a moment to Mihyang's armpits. But the sleeves of her blouse covered them, so I couldn't see a thing.
"The uniform's sleeves hide them, so you can't really tell. Would you like a look?"
I hesitated a moment, then nodded. With a bright smile, Mihyang set the pad back on the table and raised both arms high. There, thinner and sparser than my own but still growing thick and lush, hair covered both of her armpits.
"Cows basically grow out only their armpit hair and shave the rest of their bodies bare. Every time I shower or change clothes, I see a body with not a single hair on it and armpits overgrown with fur—and that's when I remember that I'm a Cow."
"Uh... right."
It was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman's armpit hair up close, and I honestly didn't know what to say. When I answered, Mihyang lowered her arms, picked the pad back up, and continued.
"Cows like us wash out every hole, every day, so that all of them are ready for use at any time. Hnn~! So whenever you want to use one, simply use it. Mmm~. And for the Omniscient, it's all free~."
Mihyang kept clenching her pussy, sucking hungrily at my fingers. I moved my hand a little too, exploring her depths. Feeling the ridges inside her against my fingertips felt good in its own right.
"And—mnn~—you order through this pad. The menu is much like an ordinary café's. Hah~. The difference lies in the options when you select a drink. Hah~."
At some point I felt her juices running down my fingers and pooling in my palm. Mihyang's body kept squirming against mine. She pulled up the menu screen in the app as she explained.
"Hah~. First of all, everything here that contains milk uses not ordinary milk but Cow milk—milked directly from us Cows."
"Milk? You mean breast milk?"
"Haa~. Not breast milk—please call it Cow milk. Ohh! Our milk isn't for our children; it's squeezed out for our guests. Hah~."
"That's actually possible?"
Before I knew it, I'd turned to look at Dana. She answered right away.
"Since we can even induce lactation in women who produce none, keeping milk flowing once it's started is far easier. There are drugs the company developed for it, too."
They really do make everything, huh.
Once again, I understood just how dead serious this place was about its perversions.
"She's a smart one, isn't she~. Nngh~. When you choose a drink, you can even select which Cow's milk goes into it. Hah~. And where possible, it can be milked fresh right at your seat and mixed in for you."
By now Mihyang's juices were overflowing my hand and trickling down onto the sofa.
"Haa~. Naturally, the breads and cookies baked in the House, and every other dish as well, use Cow milk in place of regular milk. Heek~! A splash of fresh pussy juice is always available, too. Next, you can choose how your drink is delivered. Hah~. The default is ordinary table service.
"Delivery using a Cow's body is also possible. Nngh~. For body delivery, you can choose the mouth, the bladder, the pussy, or the ass. Hah~."
"You mean they carry it here inside their bodies?"
"That's right. Since it travels inside a Cow's body, hot and iced are off the table—only warm, tepid, or chilled. Ahhngh~. And do keep in mind that the mouth and pussy hold less volume than you'd expect."
"The bladder, too?"
Startled, I involuntarily brushed Mihyang's large clit with my thumb. The instant I touched it, her body jumped clean off the sofa for a moment.
"Aaahh~! Ahhn~. Cows are washed and disinfected every single day, so please use us with complete peace of mind. Whaa~~. And before any drink is served, we clean ourselves once more, thoroughly, before serving it. Ahhnn~. There are plenty of other menu items that make use of Cows, so please take your time browsing the pad."
I took the pad Mihyang handed me and looked through it, scrolling up and down with my left hand.