Milking Slave (3)
Milking Slave (3)
"I ate it."
Since X had absorbed the gem and Axion Shard, it wasn't a lie.
Rick made an absurd expression before covering his face with his bloodless giant hand and letting out an unpleasant laugh.
"Keukeukeukeuk."
Even I would've laughed at how ridiculous this was. To avoid ending up like that woman, I should've lied and made up a plausible excuse.
"Actually..."
"Understood. Since Sras-nim said you're no longer needed anyway."
Just yesterday they were breaking into my home demanding I hand it over. These bastards were incomprehensible.
An Oist mercenary entered the barracks and approached Rick. He bowed respectfully before speaking.
"Battalion Commander-nim, it's patrol time. I've come to escort you."
"Has it been that long already?"
Before leaving, Rick insolently flicked the piercing hanging from my nose with his finger.
Ting-.
"You little shit."
As I was about to smash his nose in, I remembered Yun Seol-ha and I getting electrocuted earlier and froze.
The bastard gave me a fishy smile and started clapping.
"Well done, Lieutenant Kelrot. Your learning speed is faster than expected. If you don't want to ruin your friend's body, keep behaving like this."
Grrrrk.
I clenched my teeth so hard they might shatter. It was infuriating that I couldn't punch this bastard right now. But seeing Yun Seol-ha still unconscious, I had no choice but to suppress my rage.
The bastard fondled my augmented breasts with a disgusting smile. I wanted to slap his hand away, but stopped myself fearing it might be considered an attack.
If Yun Seol-ha received another Electric Shock while unconscious, it could be fatal.
"Ah, I forgot to mention one thing."
"One more word of bullshit and you'll pay the price."
"Keukek, no need to get so heated. I just wanted to inform you that leaving your post during duty hours will also trigger an Electric Shock."
Startled by his words, I checked the clock on the barracks wall. Five minutes until duty time.
"You bastard, you left out something that important? You did this on purpose!"
"Now's not the time to argue with me."
Fuck.
"Where is it?! Where are mine and Seol-ha's barracks?!"
After pressuring him, I learned the location of our barracks. Carrying Yun Seol-ha piggyback, I sprinted full speed toward her barracks.
The Electric Shock must have been extremely powerful - she remained unconscious until we reached her barracks. Inside, I could hear several Oist mercenaries whispering.
Leaving unconscious Yun Seol-ha with these bastards was too dangerous.
She only opened her eyes after I slapped her cheeks multiple times. Then she asked me in a trembling voice:
"Uung... Mr. Kelrot...? Where is this... And why are my cheeks so hot?"
No time to explain. I pushed her into the barracks and ran toward mine. Fortunately, I arrived before duty time so no Electric Shock triggered.
Inside my barracks, a familiar Oist mercenary was rewrapping bandages around his wrist.
He leered at me from head to toe with a sinister expression before recognizing my face and turning pale as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Y-you... how?"
This bastard - I knew him.
"The pervert. You live here?"
It was the Oist who'd molested me on the train. Despite Oists having fearsome regenerative abilities as their main trait, his wrist seemed to have only just healed.
I approached and toyed with his thick wrist.
"Since your arm's healed, should I break it again?"
"H-hyik!"
He hastily pulled his arm back and stumbled away. His nametag read 'Rikun'.
"So you're Rikun. Corporal Rikun, looking forward to working with you."
Still terrified from our last encounter, Corporal Rikun pressed himself against the wall for a long while watching me. Then cautiously approached while hunched over and asked:
"Why are you here?"
"Fucking Special Forces."
"Huh?"
"Special Forces, I said. Special Forces. Don't make me repeat it, it's annoying."
Hearing 'Special Forces', Corporal Rikun looked at my face again. Finally noticing the piercing on my nose, he straightened up from his hunched position and said:
"What? You're just a Milk Cow Boy?"
The moment he confirmed I was Special Forces, he started drooling while looking at me.
This bastard's hopeless.
I selected 'Equip X' from Inventory. Seeing me instantly clad in Combat Suit, Corporal Rikun screamed and fell backward.
Thud.
Pressing the minigun barrel against the fallen bastard's forehead, I spoke coldly:
"I can handle Electric Shocks just fine. But can you handle my bullet shower?"
I already knew the answer. A pathetic Oist like him could die instantly from one minigun shot.
Corporal Rikun rubbed his hands together pleadingly:
"Heheh, I forgot my place. If you give me one more chance, I'll never defy the Lieutenant again."
"Pfft, amusing bastard."
I withdrew the minigun and unequipped X. Even during the brief X activation, receiving Milk Stimulants made breast milk flow beneath my uniform. In less than a minute, my nipples sucked by X were fully erect.
Huu-. Disgusting. Not only does X suck me dry, now I have to give milk to Oists too? Am I really a milk cow?
I called out to Corporal Rikun who was sneaking toward the exit.
"Hey, can't you guys just starve for a few days? I don't want to give you milk."
"We could squeeze more from other Special Forces members, but that would cause trouble for you, Lieutenant..."
"Me? Why me?"
Corporal Rikun pointed to a notice posted at the Milking Room entrance.
"Special Forces members must sit in the Milking Chair daily and produce at least 3L of breast milk."
Milking Chair? What trash naming sense.
"How can anyone milk 3L daily?"
"If you leave the barracks without meeting quota, you'll receive Electric Shock. That's why other Special Forces members voluntarily sit in the Milking Chairs."
Fucked.
3L of milk daily? Is that even possible?
"X, can humans produce 3L of milk daily?"
[Impossible.]
"Right?"
[However, the Qualified One and those with nearby physical Modifications can. If desired, the Qualified One can produce over 10L daily. Execute?]
Chills.
I frantically tapped 'NO' on the notification window.
"Absolutely not. Never ask that again."
10L was more than all the blood in my body combined. To make that possible would require unimaginable horrors.
What the hell does X think my body is?
As Corporal Rikun said, the notice by the Milking Room listed quota requirements.
"Fuck my life."
Entering the Milking Room, I smelled a thick, kinky scent. Likely from incense burning in the corner. My groin tingled with arousal - must contain aphrodisiacs.
Ten Milking Chairs circled outward around a central pillar.
Naked women sat in each chair, eyes blindfolded with black cloth, wrists and ankles bound to chairs, all exposing massive augmented breasts. Whether from the aphrodisiac incense or not, none showed shame as they milked themselves while moaning sweetly.
Squelch-, squelch-, squelch-, squelch-, squelch-, squelch-.
The Milking Machine nozzles attached to their nipples greedily contracted and relaxed, sucking out milk. It flowed through tubes into a giant stainless steel tank. Numbers on the tank's surface seemed to indicate each chair's production amount.
Is that my spot?
One empty Milking Chair remained. Having endured milking from X countless times, I wasn't afraid. But secretly suffering through X versus public milking were entirely different. This felt like declaring myself subhuman livestock to everyone.
My gaze fell on the full-length mirror by the door. It reflected a tall, innocent-looking girl-idol appearance with massive breasts swaying beneath clothes.
Enlarging the breasts of Noah, my favorite idol, like this... it's too arousing.
Each X activation came with breast-enlarging Milk Stimulants. Thanks to that, I'd ended up with conspicuously huge breasts.
Imagining this supreme physique being milked like livestock... I felt my groin growing wet. My body had already succumbed to the aphrodisiac incense.
Can't lose control here.
I felt Corporal Rikun's gaze leering at my ass from behind. If I showed weakness, he'd pounce.
"Haa..."
Imagining this body panting in the Milking Chair, I let out a hot moan. My nipples swelled taut beneath clothes. The Milk Stimulant's side effects enlarged my breasts while increasing nipple sensitivity.
I lightly touched the nipples protruding through my shirt.
"Hyaak!"
Just a light touch sent wasp-sting-like pleasure radiating from my nipples throughout my body.
The aphrodisiac's doing?
I felt I could climax from breast stimulation alone.
Squelch-, squelch-, squelch-, squelch-, squelch-, squelch-.
I couldn't look away from the Milking Machines mercilessly draining the women's nipples. If I didn't offer my breasts to the machine immediately, I'd go insane.