Milking Slave (1)
Milking Slave (1)
"What's that on your nose?"
"Hic, h-hic, hic, hic..."
Yun Seol-ha hurriedly buttoned her shirt back up, wiping her tears with her sleeve as she took deep breaths. Once somewhat composed, she forced a smile while pointing at the piercing on her nose.
"I-It's fine. This is nothing compared to surviving in the wasteland."
"You're not a cow. Take that off right now."
"I can't. They said removing it forcibly triggers a powerful electric shock. I might die."
Who the hell puts something like that on a person's nose? Wait a minute...
Looking closer, her face was covered in fresh scratches.
"What happened to your face? Did they-"
Before she could answer, I grabbed both sides of her shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew off as her massive augmented breasts spilled out. Her underwear was missing - likely stolen. The once flawless skin now bore bruises everywhere, including bite marks near her nipples still beading with breast milk.
"Kyaaah!"
"What did they do to you? Was this the Oist mercenaries?"
These weren't just milking wounds. Those bastards had tortured and played with her.
Rage burned through my skull until I remembered this was Seol-ha, not those bastards. Forcing calm into my voice, I spoke:
"Our job is to give those Oist bastards milk, not be their toys. Tomorrow we'll find whoever put that shit on your nose. I'll make sure they never touch you again."
Not satisfied with tormenting this fragile girl, they'd put a fucking nose ring on her? I'll slaughter every last one tomorrow.
Seol-ha hesitated before speaking timidly:
"Thank you, Kelrot-ssi. But... you can't always protect me."
Her words hit like a sledgehammer. She was right. Even if I helped now, what happens when I'm gone? They'd retaliate worse.
"This is my fight. I'll endure whatever hardships come."
"Seol-ha..."
She was correct. She needed to grow strong enough to survive - even through this filthy, painful path.
"You're right. But promise you'll tell me if it gets too much. Understood?"
"Yes, I promise. Thank you, Kelrot-ssi."
Her emerald eyes glistened as I ruffled her hair.
"I'll be doing Special Forces work for several days starting tomorrow."
"Shouldn't someone strong like you be in the Elite Brigade?"
"Well..."
I briefly explained the Deathworm Spawning Ground destruction mission.
"How could they...?"
"Right? Kalia gets to relax for a week while I do double work."
"That's so unfair."
Seol-ha wore an awkward smile, likely overwhelmed by the mission's scale.
"Let's get through tomorrow. I'll draw attention so others won't bother you."
"Hehe, you're so kind. I think... I need to rest now."
Seeing her injuries, I understood her exhaustion. After she entered her room, I went upstairs.
"Haa-"
Lying on my bed, I recalled every Oist mercenary I'd met - cruel bastards treating lives like insects.
Could Seol-ha survive among them? No, it'd be hell.
"X, what's the average Special Forces service period?"
[The average service period for Special Forces members is 6 months.]
"Six months? Why so short?"
[Most perish within 6 months due to the extreme work environment.]
"Causes?"
[Drug overdose fatalities, hemorrhagic shock, or disappearance-related deaths.]
This wasn't an elite unit - just livestock slaves for Oist mercenaries.
If I get Alice's massive commission, saving one girl should be easy. Buy Seol-ha a District 1 house and citizenship.
Have I ever helped someone like this?
Never. But if I don't, she'll die a sex slave's wretched death.
Though we barely know each other, abandoning someone who trusts me completely feels wrong.
Is it because she resembles my first love?
Doesn't matter. I'd regret not helping her. The decision cleared my mind.
Yes, I'll use Alice's commission to save her.
Next morning, expecting breakfast from Seol-ha, I left hungry when she overslept. Flustered, she handed me a banana at the door.
"I'm sorry, Kelrot-ssi. Please take this."
"No, I should've prepared breakfast today."
Devouring the banana, we headed to the surface train. Her hand felt stiff - yesterday's ordeal still affecting her.
The crowded train separated us naturally.
No perverts today, right?
Yesterday's wrist-snapping must've spread - nobody touched me. Nodding off while holding a strap, a familiar scream pierced through.
"Kyaaah-!"
Three Oist mercenaries surrounded a topless Yun Seol-ha, violently sucking her breasts. Milk streamed down their necks and her chest from the brutal sucking.
"You bastards!!"
As I prepared to leap, our eyes met. She desperately shook her head.
Huh?
Her signal clearly said "Stay back." Even while being milked, she kept watching me, smiling relieved when I stayed put.
Dammit.
She didn't want me causing trouble with them. The brutes groped her private areas while roughly squeezing her milk jugs.
Seol-ha tried blocking hands probing her vagina, but pinned arms rendered resistance useless.
Though clamping her thighs shut, their strength overpowered her. Fingers invaded her deepest parts mercilessly. Soon her body shuddered violently in climax.
"Haa-hic, ha-hic, haaaaah!"
Her augmented breasts sprayed milk during orgasm. They dogpiled to lick it up.
I nearly charged multiple times, but her headshakes froze me. Intervening would've made her life worse.
Randomly recalling past-life porn genres.
Is this NTR? No, NTR requires lovers/spouses. We lack that relationship.
We arrived wordlessly at the Oist mercenary battalion's outpost. Before entering, Seol-ha spoke first:
"Thank you for holding back."
"Know those bastards?"
"They're from my barracks."
Pointing at her nose piercing, she smiled hollowly:
"This has tracking. That's how they found me."
"Live with me."
"Hehe, we already live together."
Thud!!
Thinking I joked, she laughed naturally. I gently pinned her against the wall. Her rabbit-like eyes blinked at me.
"I mean leave this place. I'll buy you a house and citizenship."
"Kelrot-ssi...?"
"I'm getting big money soon. Just wait here till then."
Damn, the Sexy Guy of the Wasteland got played.
Seol-ha hugged and kissed me warmly before smiling.
"Thank you for saying that. It gives me strength."
She didn't believe me, but she'd learn soon. The outpost contained fabric tents, red-eyed Oist mercenaries, and tense Special Forces members.
"Kelrot-ssi, report to Captain Rick for barracks assignment."
She led me to the largest central tent. A familiar figure stood outside.
"That bastard became Captain but still carries a heavy kitchen knife."
Though wearing a rifle, the knife at his waist was clearly his main weapon.
"Hey. Psycho murderer."
Rick flushed realizing I addressed him.
"Mind your tongue."
"Think wearing a uniform erases your past? Still doing gang shit as a mercenary?"
"I was never in a gang."
"Then what were you?"
His gaze turned icy cold. Any moment now, he'd draw that knife.