Milk Cow Slave 60: Store All the Milk Separately!
"Store all the milk separately too!"
"Ah! Why the hell is this so complicated!" Dong-in grumbled as he forced Eun-gyeong down onto the milking stand and bound her hands behind her back.
Milking each woman four times a day was already exhausting, but having to keep their breast milk separate so it wouldn't mix was starting to piss him off. He had to pour the milk from the milking machine's container into the individual refrigerators labeled with each woman's name.
Fuck this shit! What kind of insane bullshit is this? Just build a damn barn and milk them there like normal!
As he poured Saem-mul's milk into the container marked '012 Milk Cow Slave Saem-mul,' Dong-in cursed violently inside his head. He couldn't swear out loud with people watching. Internal cursing had quietly become a basic passive skill for not just him but all the community residents.
This was a task Yeondu had ordered. If he kept complaining like this and someone snitched, he could lose everything. The moment that thought crossed his mind, Dong-in immediately regretted his whining tongue. The fear of mutual surveillance hung thick over the mountain villa community.
Jingle jingle jingle jingle.
From the far end, Saem-mul came running, her heavy breasts swinging wildly side to side. The large bell on her cow ring clanged loudly, as if begging people to look at her filthy state. Every time the bell rang and drew eyes, Saem-mul's heart filled with such shame that her pussy grew wet and her folds glistened.
"Huff huff... haa... haa... I'm back, sir!"
"Get in the dogeza position!"
The moment Saem-mul reached the metal milking stand, she flattened herself against the ground. Dong-in shoved his fingers roughly into Eun-gyeong's mouth—the one currently locked to the stand's metal bar with a collar—and snarled.
"Open your fucking mouth, you milk boy bitch! Why are you so slow on the uptake? You should already be waiting with it wide open, you stupid cunt!"
"I'm sorry... ugh..."
Eun-gyeong's eyelids fluttered as she kept repeating apologies. Shit, do I really have to do this crap every two hours? My head's killing me!
Irritated, Dong-in grabbed Eun-gyeong's dangling D-cup breasts with brutal force and attached the milking tubes. Eun-gyeong shook her head in pain, her screams leaking out from around the ball gag.
Shiiiiiiick.
Chuuuuck, thwop, chuuuuck, thwop.
Inside the milking tubes, her nipples and areolas kept swelling outward then sinking back in, over and over. Eun-gyeong's breast tissue was softer than Saem-mul's, so her areolas and nipples were sucked much deeper and thicker into the machine.
"Saem-mul! Lift your head!"
Saem-mul, who had been pressing her forehead to the back of her hand while flattened on the ground, looked up.
"You see how much milk cow Eun-gyeong is producing? This is what I mean by milking them properly! It finishes faster this way and everyone wins!"
"I-I'm sorry, sir... I'll do better."
Saem-mul was being compared to Eun-gyeong even in the uncontrollable speed and volume of her milk production, and Dong-in was scolding her for it.
"Stop just squeezing out a little at a time while getting your nipples and pussy all hard! You worthless milk cow Saem-mul, got it?!"
At Dong-in's crude abuse, a few onlookers nearby burst into laughter. Saem-mul hung her head and sniffled.
"Yes, sir... I'll produce a lot more milk. I'm sorry..."
Spouting such absurd nonsense, Saem-mul raised her ass high and apologized pathetically.
"What are you doing?"
Sang-gu approached arm-in-arm with Yeondu. Dong-in hurriedly stubbed out the cigarette he'd been holding and tossed it in the trash.
"You've arrived, sir!"
"The chairman might drink this milk. You're smoking while milking them? I didn't expect that from you, Dong-in..." Yeondu said with a blank expression.
"Aigo, Chairman! And Madam, I'm sorry! It's just that this Saem-mul bitch's milk wasn't coming out at all, so I got stressed and..."
"No excuses!"
"Aigo, Madam! I swear I will never smoke while milking again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He bowed deeply and apologized loudly twice. The distant onlookers sensed the cold atmosphere and quickly went on their way.
Dong-in oppa... I still don't hate you even now... How could you say something like that in front of Teacher Sang-gu...
Watching Dong-in vilely shift all the blame onto her, Saem-mul realized she no longer had any allies. She felt like she had truly become nothing but a convenient scapegoat of a milk cow.
"And! Dong-in, are you an idiot? You need to make the milk boys hold proper submission positions! If you make them do dogeza, their breasts touch the floor and their nipples get dirty!"
"Aigo, I'm sorry! The milk boy did it on her own... Get up right now, you Saem-mul bitch!"
Thwack!
Flustered by Yeondu's irritation, Dong-in mercilessly lashed Saem-mul's ass with the riding crop.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."
Saem-mul, her naked body covered in dirt and sand from the paving blocks, looked up at Sang-gu and Yeondu as she apologized. Yeondu pulled Sang-gu's arm and stood before the pathetic woman who was thrusting out her breasts and pussy.
Yeondu painfully pinched and yanked Saem-mul's thickly swollen nipple.
"Haaagh...!"
"You said your milk isn't coming out much? Wouldn't it be better if these pathetic nipples didn't exist at all?"
"Hic... I'm sorry... Your Majesty, I'll... I'll produce much more. Please have mercy..."
"Kyaagh!"
Yeondu pretended to let go of the nipple she'd been pulling, only to viciously yank the other one. White breast milk sprayed out, wetting Yeondu's hand.
"Why? Why don't you talk back like before and tell me not to do such harsh things? Hm? Saem-mul unnie!? Don't you have the guts anymore?"
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I will never commit such rudeness again. This lowly milk cow slave will obey absolutely. Please have mercy... agh... mercy..."
Yeondu abruptly released the nipple she'd been pulling.
"Hiiik!"
"Saem-mul unnie, I clearly warned you that you'd caught my eye before, didn't I? I'll be watching how you behave from now on!"
"Yes, Your Majesty... I'll really risk my life to do well... haaagh."
The way Yeondu kept calling her "unnie" brought Saem-mul crashing back to reality, making her shudder with even deeper shame. Overwhelmed by the stinging, bursting pain in both nipples, Saem-mul continued sobbing out apologies.
Chairman...
The Teacher Sang-gu she had loved and respected stood beside them without saying a word. Seeing him interlock fingers with Yeondu filled Saem-mul with such humiliating despair she wanted to die.
Why! Why! I don't care if I'm a milk cow or whatever, Teacher... But why does Yeondu have to become the Madam... haaagh.
She had told herself she wouldn't despair anymore, but seeing Sang-gu and Yeondu acting so intimately was unbearable. Yet there was nothing she could do. The sight of their interlocked fingers hurt Saem-mul's heart more than any kiss or embrace ever could.
"Lick it!"
Haaagh... Please, Teacher Sang-gu, don't watch...
When Yeondu thrust out her high heel, Saem-mul extended her tongue and licked it with desperate care. Her breasts, pressed tightly in dogeza, were crushed against the paving blocks again.
"When you milk them, make sure to clean the areolas and nipples properly. Understood?" Yeondu shouted at Dong-in, using casual speech.
"Yes, Madam. I've been paying close attention to that the whole time."
"If the Chairman gets an upset stomach from the milk, you'll know it's all your fault, right?"
"Aha... Yes... Yes, Madam! Please don't worry."
Dong-in kept bowing his head repeatedly.
Shiiiiiiick.
In the meantime, Yeong-ju had also filled a 500ml container with breast milk, drooling around her ball gag while her nipples were sucked by the machine. The loud sound of air releasing as the tubes were pulled from her breasts echoed out. The tips of Yeong-ju's massive tits were thickly swollen.
"Oh my, you startled me, Yeong-ju! This milk boy shocks people every single time! Hehehehe."
Yeondu slapped Yeong-ju's ass with her palm. From behind the ball gag, Yeong-ju made an unintelligible greeting.
"You're so completely different from when you first came to the community! Just how thickly did you used to cake on that makeup!"
"Your bare face is so different that I still jump every time I see you! You fraudulent milk boy, hehehehe."
Yeondu relentlessly insulted Yeong-ju's appearance. Once the shackles were removed and the ball gag taken out, Yeong-ju pressed her forehead to the floor with her hands still bound behind her.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty... Please forgive me... haaagh."
Rubbing her bright red, swollen nipples, areolas, and C-cup breasts against the ground, Yeong-ju wept quietly.
"Not a single thing matches—your spots, nose, eyes, facial structure! You filthy milk boy! Ugly milk boy! Tch! Heheheheh!"
"Aaaagh..."
Yeondu laughed as she pressed down on Yeong-ju's head with her foot. She kept insulting her for a long time, clearly enjoying attacking her face. Yeondu had a habit of turning nothing into something. Even though it had been a while since bare faces and naked bodies were only allowed sunscreen, Yeondu still tormented Yeong-ju about her face and body at every opportunity.
"Get up and start running right now, you fraudulent sow bitch! You need exercise. Hehehe."
Yeondu kicked Yeong-ju's ass and shouted. With both hands bound behind her, Yeong-ju rolled across the ground before struggling up onto her knees and beginning to run.
Jingle jingle jingle jingle.
The bell on her cow ring shook from side to side while both breasts bounced back and forth in time with the sound.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Yeong-ju returned drenched in sweat. The three women who had fallen to milk cow slaves lined up before Sang-gu and Yeondu. Their nipples stood thick and hard, their areolas burned bright red with deep, vivid marks from the milking machine. Droplets of breast milk still beaded and fell from their darkened nipples, while their clits stood obscenely erect in vivid scarlet.
"I'll come watch again soon, hehehehe."
Yeondu playfully tugged the three women's clit rings before leaving, still arm-in-arm with Sang-gu, heading back toward the main building.
"Ah, I'm hungry... Let's go eat, milk boys... Move!"
Once Yeondu was gone, Dong-in removed their rear bindings and spoke. He gestured and walked ahead toward the agricultural cabin prison. The three women crawled after him on their knees.
Saem-mul imagined herself having to come back out here again in less than two hours to be milked, and her nipples stiffened once more.
*****
What should I do... At this rate, I won't be able to leave.
Min-hui was deeply worried. She still respected and loved Sang-gu. But watching the community go so horribly wrong was painful. Every day was a continuous stretch of tension within a massive dilemma.
Above all, Min-hui had been a core member since the community's earliest days. She had taken the lead more than anyone in promoting the village design and preaching Sang-gu's words. She was one of the people who had elevated Sang-gu to his current position. She had even abandoned her husband to stay by his side. Betraying Sang-gu would mean denying everything she had ever done.
She didn't know how to respond to this crisis. Her anxiety only grew worse with each passing day.
To the people here, Sang-gu was like an embodiment of goodness and justice. The community residents refused to acknowledge the dark side and side effects of their own voluntary choices. Even though they knew something was wrong, they couldn't admit their judgment had been mistaken. Almost all of them were like that.
No one checked Sang-gu, who was packaged as a flawless good person while possessing powerful charisma and a demonic dark nature. Most still didn't see him as a powerful ruler.
The residents were all people who had received more than standard education and possessed common sense. Yet the situation had grown increasingly serious. Control was tight, but they could have leaked information outside at any time. They could have spoken frankly to Sang-gu. However, astonishingly, no one did either.
On the contrary, most didn't hesitate to become active sadists. In the name of a kind and beautiful community, they competed to watch each other with surveillance eyes, making sure no one revealed any secrets.
The milk cow slaves and the young men's association friends who had appeared in the gang-rape videos were, absurdly, not criticized at all within the community. The handsome Jinyoung and the British Wan-ju were pitied as victims whose vitality had been stolen by the worst witches. Wan-ju's mother and the other aunts defended the young men's association friends, claiming they had been thoroughly exploited.
The three women—Saem-mul, Eun-gyeong, and Yeong-ju—could neither refute the strange rumors nor make excuses. They were already nothing but milk cow slaves who couldn't even speak to others. They were in no position to protect their own dignity. All they could do was remain naked, flattened on the ground, and endlessly repeat that they were sorry.