Chapter 296: The Hated Medicine (5)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 296: The Hated Medicine (5)
“M-milk? What are you talking about…”
“Wouldn’t you know best what I’m talking about, Narsha?”
The beastkin transformation headband was exactly that—a transformation. It wasn’t limited to a simple change in appearance.
It applied the commonly known traits of the chosen beastkin directly to the user’s body.
The most famous characteristic of a dairy cow was being milked. The headband would change her body into one that could produce milk, regardless of pregnancy.
Narsha knew better than anyone whether it was true or not.
She had experienced it before.
“Do you really think I would obey such an order?”
“I won’t force you if you don’t want to. Hmm, but I’m suddenly worried about the Count and Countess back in the countryside. I wonder if they’ve adjusted well. They’re alright, aren’t they?”
“...!”
Narsha was not so naive as to miss why he was bringing up her parents.
It was a clear threat: disobey his command, and he would harm them. There was no way Karami was actually worried about them.
‘I wonder if they’re doing okay?’
Karami’s words, however, did stem from a genuine concern for Count Bryan. As he was toying with Narsha, they had simply popped into his head.
After all, no matter how much he disliked her, they were still Narsha’s parents. He was taking special care to ensure they lacked for nothing in their lives.
But regardless of his true intentions, to Narsha, it sounded like nothing but a threat. She had no choice but to play along with this ridiculous charade.
Narsha walked toward Karami.
She stared at the glass for a long moment before squeezing her eyes shut, resigning herself to her fate.
Pushing her apron to the side, her breasts, which had been subtly hidden, spilled out.
They were astonishingly large. Having naturally settled under the pull of gravity, their shape was beautiful enough to make one feel grateful for the laws of the universe.
Perhaps this was how Newton felt when he discovered universal gravitation.
Her skin was milky white, traced with faint blue veins.
Proportionate to their size were her light pink areolas and nipples.
And at their very tips, white liquid was already beading.
“Oh…”
Milk, fresh from Narsha the cow beastkin.
The sight of breast milk emerging from the chest of a virgin who had never been pregnant was nothing short of violently stimulating.
“So this is why you’re so good at management. With two enormous business assets like those, how could you not be?”
“……”
Deciding to ignore him, Narsha bent her upper body forward. She cupped her breasts with both hands and began to squeeze from top to bottom, milking herself.
Sputter.
Spurt.
Breast milk shot out with surprising force.
Thanks to her large size and the cow transformation, the volume was considerable.
However, her inexperience sent it spraying in every direction.
“Hmm, you’re spilling it everywhere. I suppose I’ll have to buy a milking machine. My office is going to turn into a milk park.”
Ignoring his commentary, she focused on her task, and finally succeeded in filling a glass with milk.
“It’s… done.”
It was a pale yellow, different from the milk sold in stores. Having been freshly squeezed, steam gently rose from it.
A subtle, savory aroma wafted through the air.
“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”
Karami took a sip from the glass.
This was a rare delicacy.
Not wanting to waste it, he savored it slowly instead of downing it at once.
It was thicker than the milk he was used to.
And above all, it was sweet.
Some said breast milk had a fishy taste, but Narsha’s had none of that.
It was incredibly delicious.
‘I could make a fortune if I sold this.’
Made in Narsha.
If he put Narsha’s face on the bottle, it would undoubtedly be a massive hit.
Of course, it was just a fantasy; he had no intention of actually doing it.
‘This is for me alone.’
He wouldn’t share it with anyone.
As he drank, he finished the glass in an instant.
“Delicious. Could you pour me another glass?”
“…There’s no more.”
“You have another one, don’t you?”
“Haaah…”
Narsha sighed.
How dare she try to hold out on him.
‘I’m the master, so all this milk is mine.’
Mama Narsha.
Gimme milk.
Narsha exposed her other breast and began to milk it. Having done it once, she was more skillful than before. She filled the glass with very little spillage.
“Thank you. You must not have eaten, so you can have what’s left.”
“Who said anything about me drinking it…!”
“You won’t drink something this delicious? You’re missing out on half of what life has to offer.”
Just as Karami was about to drink the milk, there was a knock.
Knock, knock, knock.
It was one of the elven guards protecting the mansion.
“Sir, Baron Bardelli is here to see you.”
“Baron Bardelli?”
“Yes, he says he has something urgent to discuss with you. What should I do?”
“Hmm, I don’t have any appointments today. Tell him I’m busy and to come back later…”
Karami trailed off as he glanced at Narsha’s state.
He had been about to refuse, annoyed at being interrupted in the middle of his fun, but he changed his mind.
“Very well. Show him in.”
“Understood.”
Narsha panicked.
He was going to receive a guest while she was in this state?
It was one thing for the members of the merchant group, but she couldn’t show such a whorish, disgraceful sight to an outsider.
It would be social suicide.
She had to get out of here.
“A-a guest is coming, so I’ll take my leave now.”
Narsha tried to hurry out before the baron arrived.
In her haste, she forgot to tuck her breasts back in, and they bounced, splashing milk.
“Stop right there.”
But Karami stopped her.
Narsha’s body froze.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Where am I going? A guest is coming!”
“Have you ever seen Mirabelle leave my side when she’s working as my personal maid? You will wait behind me.”
“How can I, in this state…!”
Just as Narsha was about to voice a common-sense objection, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway.
“Hey now. I think we passed the reception room.”
“The master is a busy man. You should be grateful you weren’t turned away at the door after showing up without an appointment.”
“Ahem… Who said anything? I was just making an observation.”
Baron Bardelli was already right outside.
If she left now, she would run right into him.
With Narsha’s speed, she could probably escape before the baron noticed, but that would result in a milk party in the hallway.
Another knock echoed.
To Narsha’s ears, it sounded like a death sentence.
“Sir, I’ve brought Baron Bardelli.”
“Send him in.”
Narsha dithered, not knowing what to do.
Click.
The door opened.
*
Baron Bardelli entered the office and spread his arms wide.
“Oho! Slave Reaper, it’s been a while. You’re a hard man to see.”
“I have a lot on my plate. My apologies for receiving you in my office.”
“Not at all. It can’t be helped. I’m used to it, I understand completely.”
Karami smiled warmly.
“Please, have a seat. I’ll have some tea brought in.”
Ting-a-ling.
He rang a small bell.
“You called, Master.”
“Bring some tea for our guest.”
The maid bowed and left the room.
She returned shortly and poured tea for the baron.
When she moved to pour for Karami, he lightly lifted his own cup.
“I’m fine, I have something I was already drinking. You may leave.”
The maid departed once more.
The baron looked around the room.
“Is Lady Bryan not here?”
“You mean Narsha? She’s currently away on other business. It will be quite some time before she returns. What can I do for you?”
“Ah, well… I heard that the Merchants of Death are constructing a city.”
“That’s right. It will be a paradise for slaves.”
“So, once the city is complete, will the merchant group relocate there?”
“Well, I suppose…”
Groooowwwl.
“Hm?”
A loud rumbling sound, like a ship’s horn, echoed through the room.
“What was that sound…?”
“Hmm, I wonder. It seems a beggar who’s been starving for days has snuck in. Hahaha.”
Not even a mouse could get in here, what kind of ballsy bastard would hide in this place?
The baron didn’t understand what Karami was talking about, but that wasn’t what was important to him.
“Give me a straight answer. Will you be relocating there?”
“It will likely become our main base of operations. However, I have no intention of abandoning this place. The wider our sphere of activity, the better.”
“I see. That’s all I needed to hear.”
Noctar was benefiting greatly thanks to the Merchants of Death. He had been worried they would suffer a huge loss if the group left.
He was relieved to hear they weren’t abandoning the city. The baron relaxed and lifted his teacup.
“By the way, there’s a rather savory scent in this room. It doesn’t seem to be the aroma of tea. Is it perhaps what you’re drinking?”
“It is. It’s milk.”
“Milk?”
“I recently acquired a cow beastkin, and the quality of her milk is truly exceptional. Her breasts are enormous. You should get one for your own estate, Baron, and have a glass every morning. It’ll do your body good.”
“Oho! If you’re recommending it, it must be good. I’ll look into acquiring one right away.”
The baron rose from his seat and left the office with a light step.
After confirming through the window that he had left the premises, Karami took a sip of his milk and glanced down under his desk.
“The baron has left… My, you must have been very hungry.”
Narsha, who had managed to hide under the desk in the nick of time, was holding her breast and suckling on it.
The rumbling of her stomach had startled her more than anyone. She was trying to fill her belly in case it happened again.
It was a hundred times better than being discovered by the baron. In Narsha’s calculation, this was the most rational course of action.
It was an act only possible for someone with such large breasts.
The sight of her suckling her own breast was hazardous to one’s health.
If he didn’t find release soon, he felt like his dick was going to explode.
“If you’re that hungry, I’ll give you a special meal. It’s the most delicious thing in the world, approved by a Gumiho.”