Chapter 217: Ruji's Dream Comes True (7)
Chapter 217: Ruji's Dream Comes True (7)
I failed to recruit Joker (☆☆☆), the Neymar of the assassination world.
However, since I succeeded in recruiting the disciple he recommended, I decided to trust his eye and hire the disciple along with a few other team members.
One regrettable thing was that I couldn't focus solely on the casino.
After becoming the Count, the internal affairs of the castle required various forms of management, so I moved quickly to resolve the most pressing issues first.
"Shiro. How is the maid work going?"
"Amy and Nero have taught me so well that I have no major problems fulfilling my duties."
"Good."
Shiro, the Half-Minotaur beastkin I had secured from Charlotte’s slave market, placed a cup of milk tea in front of me.
"Is this made with your Mana Milk?"
"Yes. How does it taste?"
"I haven't even tasted it yet, but the aroma is rich. Sigh, this is the life."
It might seem a bit depraved, but anyone who’s tasted milk tea made from a cow-beastkin’s breast milk would immediately understand.
Breast milk is truly delicious.
In reality, breast milk might be a bit fishy or off-putting, but in a fantasy world, it’s as sweet and luscious as milk mixed with honey.
In particular, Shiro’s milk always boasted a consistently stable flavor compared to others.
"It must be a struggle to express milk every morning. Do you need a vacation?"
"Huh? No, I’m fine. If I don’t express it every morning, my breasts actually start to ache."
"Well, that’s a relief then. If you ever find yourself needing to pump while working as a maid, feel free to use Dark Jeanne whenever you like. And if you want me to do it for you outside of office hours, just say the word."
"You’re so busy, My Lord, I couldn't possibly ask for such a thing. Ah, instead of that—though it might be a bit much—could I ask for one favor?"
"A favor?"
It was rare for Shiro to ask me for anything, so my interest was piqued.
"What kind of favor?"
"What you mentioned last time while we were having sex... how about making that a reality?"
"...For real?"
"Yes."
Uh oh.
She seemed dead serious.
"If I actually go through with that, the Holstein tribe will be quite offended, won't they?"
"It’s just a figure of speech; it’s not like you’re actually going to do anything weird. And you can categorize them just like you do with the succubi."
"Hmm..."
Just as I distinguished between the Virgin Succubi of the Dream Factory and the high-end succubi of the brothels, I could certainly categorize what Shiro was suggesting.
The cases where the focus was purely on milk production versus the case I had mentioned to Shiro.
"I should head down and take another look first."
What case, you ask?
"Alright. It’s been a while; shall we drop by the basement?"
"I will escort you."
I took Shiro with me and headed toward the Underground Dungeon.
I had brought some food along, partly to check the performance of the Bitch Collars I had developed a while back, and partly to check on the health of the prisoners who were still 'alive' in the dungeon.
Creeeeak.
As soon as I opened the dungeon door and stepped down, the only thing I heard was the moaning of women.
It was nothing but pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure.
The peculiarity was that these weren't the usual moans of happy ecstasy, but rather a mix of sounds resulting from the pain of never-ending, eternal stimulation.
"It’s a marvel every time I see it."
"Mmph, mmmph...!!"
On one side of the basement, women were sprawled on all fours like beasts, strapped into restraining frames.
The prisoners, bent over wooden devices resembling pommel horses in a motorcycle-riding posture, had Bitch Collars fastened around their necks and limbs. The collars pulsed with a constant pink light, regulating the women's sensitivity.
"Eeeheee...!!"
Just enough so they wouldn't die.
'I have to prevent them from dying of ecstasy, after all.'
The prisoners here were serving life sentences.
Feeding life-term prisoners and cleaning up after them costs money—taxpayer money.
—Criminals just lying around in a cell jerking off? That won't do. Shouldn't they be doing something productive?
Why should my hard-earned tax money—my money—be spent on them for free?
It was the moment I truly understood why prisons implement correctional labor.
Since I couldn't just let them lie around, I had to make them engage in some kind of economic activity within the prison.
In that sense, I had established this 'Prisoner Ranch' system.
With their physical freedom restrained, they writhed in never-ending pleasure while their 'Mana Milk' was squeezed out of them.
"Shiro. Attach the milking machine."
"Yes, My Lord."
With practiced hands, Shiro attached the milking machine to a prisoner.
Below, her breasts were drawn down so the nipples pointed toward a tin bucket, and a magic tool headband, shaped like cow horns, was firmly placed on her head.
"Shall we begin immediately? If you want to put your cock in her mouth, I’ll have to remove the mask..."
"No. If I take my cock out here, these women will probably lose it just from the smell. Let's just stick to the performance test."
I grabbed the horns.
They felt somewhat soft yet firm, like gripping a woman's wrist, which gave me a strange sensation.
Squeeze.
"Mmmph?!"
As the horn-shaped magic tool began to glow, the Bitch Collars on her limbs responded.
Simultaneously, the Sex Magic tattoos engraved on her back began to sparkle, radiating a pink light.
"Converting the sexual desire accumulated through the Bitch Collar into essence, and that essence into Mana Milk."
Schluuuurp.
The moment the milking machine began to draw, milk started spraying into the tin bucket—into the 'mamma jugs.'
"I really am something else. To think I’ve turned humans into Mana Cows."
It felt exactly like milking a real cow.
Beyond that, it was amazing to have realized a 'Human Ranch,' something you’d only see in R-rated manga.
The difference was that while a Human Ranch in a manga involves capturing humans, ignoring their rights, and turning them into livestock, this place was for the rehabilitation of criminals.
"For the crime of acting as a spy while working in the Count's castle, you shall spend the rest of your life producing Mana Milk."
"Mmph, hnnph...!!"
Even with their mouths blocked by masks, their ears still worked, so these prisoners had no choice but to pump out milk without a word of complaint.
"Do you want to die? If you want to die, just say so. I’ll kill you on the spot. I’ll give you a gruesome end, just like the former Head Maid Emma."
The former Head Maid, Emma, was dead.
Perhaps she had developed some pride while living as the Count's head maid, but she had refused to live the life of a 'Mana-stein'—a Mana Cow.
For a prisoner who refuses rehabilitation, there is only death.
I had pushed Head Maid Emma into a certain part of the Labyrinth, and she met her end there.
—What? I told you not to come here. Why are you here?
—Is it possible to kill this woman, erase her memories, and turn her into a succubus?
—Oho. Interesting. Is it okay for a human to use the Labyrinth like that?
—I should use whatever is available. What’s the problem with letting someone who was going to die anyway live on with their memories erased?
—I can't tell if you're a good person or an evil one.
—I am kind to my own people, but I can be as evil as necessary to those who aren't.
—Fine. It’s no trouble for me to birth a new succubus.
That was in front of the Succubus Queen, Desmonica.
About three days later, a Virgin Succubus was 'captured' in the Infinite Labyrinth. She was born in a 'MILF' style and is currently gaining popularity as a porn actress, but that surely has nothing to do with the deceased Emma.
At least, it shouldn't.
In fact, the prisoners here have no idea that Emma has become a porn actress with no memory of her past, relieving the sexual desires of adventurers.
"Your execution ground is not the Count's castle. I will take you to the Infinite Labyrinth with your limbs bound and throw you as food to the goblins. If you want to die like that, tell me anytime. I’ll kill you."
There are only two fates for those imprisoned here.
One is to live forever as Mana Livestock, producing Mana Milk.
The other is to be reborn as a succubus, losing all memory and letting their former self face a perfect death.
"Tsk. Even I think I’m too considerate. To mercifully keep those who should be killed alive like this. Shiro. When the jugs are full, send them upstairs. We need to refine it into magic stones for sale."
"Understood. So, My Lord... what do you think of my proposal?"
"Setting aside the fuss the Royal Castle might make about human rights and whatnot, the economic effect would be certain. Even if the prisoners are being 'serviced' like this, the story is different if it’s just simple milking."
Currently.
While 50% of the magic stones produced in Fermaton rely on the power of Mythstones, the amount of magic stones produced through pure Sex Magic like this is quite substantial.
"As long as we don't worry about technology leaks, there’s nothing as reliable as this for producing mana. Fine. I’ll build another factory outside Fermaton Castle."
The name: 'Milk Factory.'
"I’m going to get so much shit from the men. They'll ask if I only favor women."
"Since it's you, My Lord, it'll probably be fine."
A man obsessed with women.
A noble obsessed with sex.
Even if I built a facility exclusively for women now, men would just shrug and say, "That's just him being himself."
"I will build another facility on the vacant lot outside Fermaton Castle. A Mana Milk factory. Unlike the prisoners here, it will be a place where we perform massages and express milk from women."
There, I would extract Mana Milk from ordinary citizens.
If a place that receives blood is a blood donation center...
Could we call a place that receives milk a 'Milk Donation' center?
No.
'Milking' just sounds better, so let's call it milking.
"I’ll just issue a 10 Ruji Coin voucher for every session of Mana Milk expressed."
I am definitely.
Not buying breast milk with money.