Day 2 of Probation – 9, Cow House: The Milking Race
I swiped through the menu on the Cow House's smart pad. At first glance, it didn't look all that different from a coffee shop outside. I lifted my head and asked Dana.
"What are you having, Dana?"
"A cafe latte for me, and one slice of strawberry shortcake."
As I moved the screen around hunting for my own order, Mihyang let go of the left hand that had been wrapped around me and, with practiced ease, found the items and added them to the order herself.
Her fingers, still buried in her pussy, stopped moving while she thought about the order—but her pussy kept twitching, nibbling at my fingers all the same.
"Haa-ung~ And what would you like, Master Juhan?"
Mihyang asked, pressing her body flush against mine.
"Something that's not coffee... hmm."
"Mmm~ Then how about chocolate or a milk tea? We have other teas as well."
"Milk tea, then."
"Aheut~ Should I make it with my own milk, then?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Then we'll have it milked fresh at the table. Mmm~ And what would you like to eat with it?"
"A slice of chocolate cake, if you have it."
"Haa-eut~ Of course we do. One slice of chocolate cake added, and I'll place the order now. Haa-ung~."
The moment Mihyang pressed the order button, I drew my hand out of her pussy. She immediately covered my cum-soaked hand with her mouth.
Shlurp~ Ha-ljak~ Ha-ljak~ Shlurp.
After licking her own juices clean off my hand, Mihyang wiped it once more with the paper towel set in the middle of the table and said, "I'll bring your order out. While you wait, feel free to browse the rest of the menu."
Ddaeng~ Ddaeng~ Ddaeng~
Just as Mihyang stood to leave, a bell suddenly rang out through the shop.
"Looks like there's something to watch. Enjoy, everyone—I'll be right back."
She said it with a smile and walked off toward the kitchen without so much as wiping the pussy juice streaming down her thighs. Even as she walked, the juices kept trickling down, making her inner thighs glisten.
While I was still watching Mihyang go, a woman with red hair grown down to her neck strode into the empty center of the shop carrying a megaphone. Her outfit was similar to Mihyang's. Her chest looked the biggest of anyone I'd seen in this place. The swinging gold nipple rings and the large hoop earrings at her ears were striking.
"Hello there~! I'm Chaeyoung, and I'll be hosting today's Cow Milking Race~~."
Bowing her head to each of three directions as she turned in place, the woman continued.
"No need for a long explanation, right? First, let's bring out three fine gentlemen to help with the race. If you'd like to take part in the Cow Milking Race, please raise your hand~"
Hands went up at seats scattered all around. From among them, Chaeyoung picked three men, who came out to the center. A fat man with a receding hairline, a big muscular man, and a skinny younger-looking man—those three.
"Thank you. Now we'll draw today's racing cows. Please pull a rod from my butthole~"
Chaeyoung walked over in front of the three men, turned her back, and bent at the waist. She folded herself so far down, gripping her ankles, that her head went between her legs. What little skirt she had flipped up, revealing a huge, snow-white ass.
At that moment the screens mounted on every side lit up, showing Chaeyoung's rear. Cameras from four different angles filled the screens. Looking up at the ceiling after glancing at them, I saw large-lensed cameras filming the central stage from every direction.
Stuck in the asshole at the center of Chaeyoung's screen-filling ass were three round wooden rods, each about the thickness of a finger.
The fat man stepped up first, gripped one of the rods, and pulled it out.
"Hii-eek~ Next, please~"
Even bent over, Chaeyoung raised the megaphone to her mouth as she spoke.
The skinny man drew the second, the muscular man the third. Each time a rod came out, Chaeyoung's moans echoed through the shop over the megaphone.
Though all the rods had been pulled, her asshole didn't fully close—it stayed gaping open, winking and puckering. Chaeyoung held the position for about ten seconds, giving the audience plenty of time to take in her twitching hole on the screens, before standing up.
"Please check the number on the end of your rod. Then go to that door over there, in order, and bring out the cow you'll be racing. Who drew number one?"
The muscular man raised his hand and walked to the door Chaeyoung pointed to, at the right end of the kitchen. It was a swinging door, the kind you'd see in a Western movie. A moment later, the man came back out.
The only difference was the thin brown cord now held in his right hand. The cord trailing from his hand rose slowly upward and was tied to a gold hoop piercing hanging from the nose of the woman following him out the door. It truly felt like leading out an actual dairy cow.
The woman being led out had black hair coiled up and tied back, a cowbell hanging at her throat, and a tight, corset-like garment cinched around her waist. On her legs she wore thigh-high stockings, white with black spots.
Other than that, she wore nothing. Which is to say, her breasts, her pussy, and her ass were all on full display. The corset made her already huge chest and hips look even more exaggerated.
Even being led along by the cord, the woman walked with her ass swinging wide from side to side. So the jiggling of her breasts and hips was plainly visible even from my seat a little ways off.
"Our first contestant: Sujin, the milk cow of the Korean Empire! Contestant number one, please walk one lap along the fence and show Sujin off to the audience~. Thank you. Sujin is just thirty-eight years old! She's borne three children, and her breasts are a whopping J-cup!!! Height, 162cm, weight..."
While Chaeyoung carried on about Sujin, the woman was led along the fence on the muscular man's leash. The screens up front showed close-ups of Sujin's face, breasts, pussy, and ass, part by part.
Having completed her lap with the man, Sujin came to a stop beside Chaeyoung.
"Now, contestant number two, please."
At Chaeyoung's word, the fat man went through the swinging door. He, too, came out holding a thin brown cord, which was likewise attached to the nose piercing of the woman trailing behind him. When I followed the cord up and got a look at the woman, I pulled my head back in surprise.
"Our second contestant~ Descendant of the nomadic peoples of Central Asia. A true dairy cow that once thundered across the open steppe!! Anora!!"
I was surprised that a foreigner would be in the lineup too. Anora's skin was similar to Sujin's, but with her high nose bridge and long, thick eyebrows, she was unmistakably foreign. Chaeyoung kept going.
"Her breasts are a massive~~~ K-cup!!! A K-cup. That's the alphabet we all love, isn't it? Her height is..."
Like Sujin before her, Anora was led on the fat man's leash in a wide lap around the perimeter of the center. Both her chest and her ass looked bigger than Sujin's.
Anora took her slow lap and stood beside Sujin—and without a word from Chaeyoung, the skinny man was already walking toward the swinging door.
"Thank you. Now, our final contestant."
Just the same, the cord gripped in the skinny man's hand trailed out through the door to the nose of the woman emerging behind him. And the last woman wasn't Korean either.
"Our third contestant! Let me show you what an American bison really is!! A cow with unbelievable bounce!! Jenniferrr!! —Jennifer— A young milk cow who just turned twenty-nine!!! Her breasts are an H-cup, but feast your eyes on that enormously developed ass!! At 165cm tall..."
Brown skin, a wide mouth, gleaming white teeth, a big nose—a genuine Latin American woman. Her outfit was the same as the others'. Jennifer, too, made her lap along the fence while Chaeyoung introduced her. Her enormous ass especially caught the eye.
Her chest was big, but the smallest of the three. Her ass, though, was the biggest. Merely from walking, it quaked violently—the bounce of it was astonishing. The screens zoomed in on it, and it was truly obscene footage.
Once Jennifer finished her lap and took her place beside Chaeyoung, the four screens up front showed the three women and Chaeyoung in turn. The cameras weren't static—they panned up and down. The women smiled and waved, and whenever their breasts or asses caught the frame, they shook them hard at the lens.
"It's an international match today, which makes it all the more thrilling. Now, betting for the Cow House Milking Race will begin. Please use the pad at your table. Those who correctly pick the winner will split the total wagered evenly.
Ten percent of the total pot goes to us as a service fee. Our hardworking cows need their feed, after all~!"
As Chaeyoung spoke, I looked down at my pad, and Dana leaned in beside me and started working it herself.
"When you select your wager, a QR code appears on the pad. You pay using the payment function on the Garden app by scanning the code. Give it a try, just for fun."
"Sure. Hmm~ Dana, who do you think will win?"
"Number three."
"Three? Shouldn't the one with the biggest chest produce the most milk?"
"Not necessarily. And honestly, I picked based on the gentleman, not the lady."
"Huh? It's a milking contest. Shouldn't you pick the woman who seems like she'd give the most milk?"
"Heh. Just trust me."
With Dana talking like she was certain of it, I mulled it over. Meanwhile, Chaeyoung raised her megaphone again.
"While you make up your minds, we'll prepare for the race."
At her word, the three women leaned forward and pressed their stomachs against the hip-height wooden frames padded with leather, set up at the center—something like butcher's blocks. Since the three women bent forward facing three different directions, they formed a Y shape.
The men worked with practiced hands, securing their women with leather cuffs attached to iron posts set into the floor. With hands and feet bound tight, the women were left unable to move. The sight made them look exactly like dairy cows waiting to be milked.
On their knees and elbows, bound with legs spread, their asses rose high in the air while their heavy breasts hung down with gravity.
The men brought over milking machines and fitted them onto their assigned women's chests. The hoses from the machines ran to the center, where the women's asses all pointed, and there, mounted high, stood long transparent cylinders. The three cylinders, lined up side by side, were marked with graduations.
Presumably to measure and display the milk each cow produced.
"As you all know, cows get excited when they feel sexual pleasure, and they spray out even more milk. Gentlemen, simply milk as much as you can from your cow, each in your own way. Ah! You three will need to place your bets too, of course. If you'd like to wager, please return to your seats for a moment and bet there."
While the three men hung their leashes on the posts beside their cows and went back to their seats to bet, Chaeyoung wheeled out a mobile rack.
Hanging from the rack, which had a shelf at the bottom, were whips of every variety, paddles, riding crops, and the like; on the shelf sat dildos and vibrators in every size.
The men finished betting, came back, and stood beside the women they'd drawn.
"You may use the equipment here, or use your own body if you prefer. Final bets will be accepted for the one minute it takes to choose your tools~"
Three of the screens showed the women from the chest up, while the far-left screen displayed their names and the current betting totals. Beneath that, a sixty-second countdown began.
The total pot climbed in real time and passed 100,000G. The most-bet cow was number two, Anora, at over 40,000G, followed by number one, Sujin, at over 30,000G. Jennifer was lowest—she'd barely passed 20,000G.
The gold I had on hand was 1,690G. I was thinking about how much to bet when a scene suddenly flashed through my mind. In it, Chaeyoung was taking Jennifer's hand and raising her arm in victory.
"Master Juhan?"
I'd gone blank for a moment; snapped back by Dana's voice, I entered my wager. 1,500G on Jennifer. I tapped the 'bet' button and a QR code popped up at the center of the screen. I selected on-site payment in the Garden app on my phone and scanned the hovering code.
After authenticating with my fingerprint, 1,500G drained out of my Garden points.
Dana pressed against me and said, "Wow~ That's quite a bet."
"Huh? Yeah. You told me to trust you."
"Really?? Heh. You won't regret it."
Chaeyoung's voice rang out over the megaphone from the center of the shop.
"Betting closes in ten seconds. Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Betting is now CLOSEDDD!!!!"
The instant Chaeyoung shouted, the climbing numbers froze. 161,482G. The final combined pot. Number two, Anora, had 75,783G; number one, Sujin, 58,652G; and number three, Jennifer, 27,047G.
"Now, the Cow Milking Race will begin!! Get ready~"
The three men went to their respective cows. The muscular man who'd drawn Sujin picked up a paddle and a flogger with several forked tails and stood at her hip.
The fat man who'd drawn Anora took up an enormous brown dildo and a knobbly vibrator and positioned himself beside her ass.
But the skinny man who'd drawn Jennifer was different. Holding nothing at all, he stepped up to Jennifer's face—and then simply pulled down his pants.
"Ready... GO!!!"
"Waaaah!!!!"