Interlude — The Village's New Business: How to Make Minotaur Milk
I, Elesa, have a single purpose: to find my mother, who was stolen away by monsters.
The reason I joined the guild was the hope that here, I might more easily come by information on dungeons and the creatures that inhabit them. The only commissions I accept are those involving dungeons and monsters. I don't take the ordinary jobs that most female slaves accept — not unless I truly have no other choice.
I'm well aware that this behavior of mine looks strange. There have been times I've wondered whether my very presence in the guild is nothing but a burden on everyone else. I've even worried that picking and choosing commissions for personal reasons — something so far above a female slave's station — might simply be arrogance.
But when I brought these worries to the Manager, this is what he said:
"As long as it ends up helping the guild, I don't care. It'd be a problem if you refused to take any commissions at all — but the fact is, there are clients who benefit because you put in the work, Elesa."
That is the Manager for you. My paltry little worries were resolved in an instant. That generosity, that decisiveness — they aren't qualities a cunt-girl like me could ever hope to possess, but I still wish I could resemble him even a little.
And so, as a small way of repaying the Manager's consideration, I try to accept as wide a range of monster-related commissions as I can — even the ones that don't seem to have much to do with finding my mother. It's also something I do in the hope that no one else will end up a victim the way I have. Families being torn apart is a sad thing, after all.
Lately, though — ever since Shaimin was restored to normal — some rather peculiar commissions have started appearing on the board. A request to capture a minotaur and drag it back, for instance.
"I've captured a minotaur and brought it here, as you requested. ...But what exactly do you intend to use this monster for?"
It isn't unheard of for people to bring monsters in and keep them as a kind of livestock. Those who do that sort of work professionally are called tamers. But I had never heard of a village this small wanting a minotaur.
Of course, minotaurs are immensely powerful creatures, and if that strength could be put to use in farming, the benefits would be enormous. Even so, using minotaurs as livestock is extremely rare — because calming their ferocity is extraordinarily difficult. Turn a minotaur loose without a powerful warrior to keep watch, and you're guaranteed a catastrophe that far outweighs any usefulness it might have offered.
"Prrrrngh!!"
The minotaur snorting and stamping beside me was on the smaller side compared to its kin, but it still possessed a strength and a violence that several ordinary grown men could never hope to restrain. A warrior of my caliber might manage it — but for the people of a single village, this thing was nothing less than a walking disaster. If I let go of the leash in my hand right now, the minotaur would start by snapping the village chief's neck.
And yet the chief was completely unfazed.
"That's a fine, sturdy-looking minotaur. Small in frame, but the muscle definition is excellent... and the equipment down below is quite impressive as well. With this, I expect we'll be able to produce some very fine milk."
Whether it took offense at being appraised like livestock or not, the minotaur reached toward the chief.
"You! Be still!"
I yanked the leash hard, pulling the creature away from him. The way it was so ready to lash out at the slightest provocation made me deeply uneasy.
"Very aggressive. The milk these types produce is especially delicious, you know. You've captured a high-quality minotaur. You have my thanks."
"...Are you certain you'll be all right? I'm concerned there may be casualties."
"No need to worry about that. We already know a method for dulling a minotaur's aggression, so nothing of the sort will happen."
...That's possible?
I had been studying dungeons and monsters all this time in order to rescue my mother, but I had never heard of such a thing.
"It's a method the guild's... what was he called again? The gentleman who goes by Manager taught us recently."
"Ah. Of course."
That, I could accept immediately. I had been wondering how a village this small had unearthed a secret even monster specialists didn't know — but of course the Manager had been the one to teach them. Truly, there is nothing the Manager does not know.
"They say seeing is believing, don't they? Would you like to take a look before you go? It should put even a monster-slaying professional like yourself at ease."
"If it comes from the Manager, I already have complete confidence... but for the sake of those who come after me, I suppose I should observe. I'll admit I'm curious as well."
What astonishing magical measure had been applied? Or perhaps it was a technique born of some wondrous capacity for communion with living things, paired with extraordinary powers of observation. Either way, I was certain my respect for the Manager was about to climb another step.
Following the chief's lead into the barn, I was greeted by the sight of a cunt-girl being thoroughly fucked on an enormous cock. She was seated on a man's lap in reverse cowgirl, being used quite literally like a masturbation toy. Her partner's member must have been truly massive — her belly was being shoved upward and deformed by the pressure, and her half-gone face, glazed with every kind of fluid, was a complete wreck.
That much was such a commonplace sight that it hardly warranted further comment. What was worth noting was the identity of the cock currently railing that cunt-girl...
"Iiihiiiit♥ Hiiit♥ Hiiiingit♥ Monster cock feels so goooood♥♥♥ A minotaur's big, thick cock — I'm so happy♥♥ I'm so happy I get to be a livestock Cock Nest♥ Ohhot!! It's swelling! The cock-bone is punching into my woooomb♥♥ Ah!! Aaaaah!! Cum! Minotaur cum, cuuuum!!"
"Prrrrrrrrngh!!!!!"
A cunt-girl, crying out in ecstasy as she was bred by a minotaur — a monster, no less. Like a wolf howling along with its packmate, the minotaur bellowed and pulled her into a crushing embrace. I worried for a moment that her body might be pulverized, but apart from the agonized gasps she was heaving out, there was no visible trauma.
"...What on earth is this..."
"This is how we calm a minotaur's aggression. In short: once they've blown a load, they settle right down."
Cock Nest Taming. A specialized taming method that only works on humanoid monsters. First you feed the captured creature a drug that weakens its power, then you offer up a village woman as a Cock Nest to satisfy its lust, and you keep it fed until it grows tame. Unless you're dealing with something like the undead — creatures that move with a particular malice toward the living — most humanoid monsters grow docile once their sexual appetite and their hunger have been sated. Mix in the special psychoactive drugs made by an alchemist — Lavina, in this case — and castrating their violence and breaking them in becomes no great difficulty at all.
But hearing that explanation raised a question all on its own.
"If you weaken the monster's power, and even use psychoactive drugs on it... what do you use the monster for?"
The whole point of taming a monster is to make use of its strength and its abilities. Doesn't weakening it defeat the purpose? That was the doubt that occurred to me — but it turned out to be nothing more than a layman's idle worry.
"Hahahaha. We aren't raising these things for farm work. The timing's just right, actually — take a look."
The chief picked up an empty cup and approached the cunt-girl still being railed. He grabbed one of her fruit-like, swollen udders without the slightest delicacy and squeezed hard.
"Aaaahn♥ I'm cumming while you squeeze my tits♥♥ My udder-pussy is squirtiiing♥♥"
"Quit your damn yapping! Just squeeze it out already, you worthless bitch!"
At the chief's bark, the cunt-girl's face melted into a blissful ahegao, and a cloudy liquid burst from her nipples in a hard pshhhhhht! To go and make a man that angry, only to end up looking like that. Truly pathetic.
...But I understand. There is no moment when a man's masculinity hits harder than when he handles a pussy with that kind of furious force.
"Spit out more, you bitch. There's no way that's all you've got! We have a guest, so you'd better show her properly what your milk tastes like!"
"Ahaat! Yeees♥ Luniel's milk! Squeeze it out from the very roots of my breasts♥♥ Aah, I'm cumming while my tit-pussy squirts! I'm cumming agaaain!!!"
Howling like a beast, the cunt-girl sent another powerful jet of breast milk shooting into the cup. At this rate, it was impossible to tell which of the two was the animal — the minotaur or the cunt-girl. Then again, you could hardly place a mere cunt-girl on the same plane as the gentlemen, so perhaps cunts ought to be classified as beasts after all.
The chief held out the milk he'd worked so hard to extract. How should I put this... I felt a little unworthy, honestly. That a man would go to such trouble on my account.
"Here. Have a drink. It's rich and delicious."
"Yes. Then, if you'll excuse me."
Come to think of it, I hadn't tasted breast milk since I was a newborn nursing at my mother's breast. I'd heard that a few of the guild's female slaves had been trained into a lactating constitution, but I honestly expected it wouldn't taste like much compared to real cow's milk. Still, out of respect for the chief's kindness, I put the cup to my lips.
Mmm!! Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
The cup was empty in the blink of an eye. The rich, savory flavor — incomparable to ordinary milk — wrung a gasp of admiration out of me before I could stop it. This was breast milk?
"Th-this is incredible! Is this what breast milk tastes like? I knew it would be nutritious, given that it's meant to raise infants, but..."
"Heh heh heh. Ordinary breast milk wouldn't taste anywhere near this good. But this milk has a minotaur's power running through it."
"A minotaur's power?"
The chief nodded.
"Apparently, when a female cunt mates with a minotaur, the minotaur's power takes root inside her. For reference, this bitch hasn't even gotten pregnant, and she hasn't received any lactation training either. And yet she's already turned into a milk fountain."
So minotaurs had that kind of power. I had no idea. I'd heard rumors of monsters that captured human women and used them as breeding stock, but I never imagined minotaurs were among them. The Manager truly is a man of boundless knowledge.
"And? Now that you've drunk the milk, do you feel some kind of power circulating through your body?"
"...Now that you mention it."
It was as if I'd drunk one of those fortifying potions the alchemists brew. My body felt light, and there was a spring in my muscles beyond anything I normally possessed. The effect wasn't particularly strong, of course — but the mere fact that simple breast milk could even be placed on the same scale as the crystallized product of a specialist's craft was remarkable in itself, wasn't it?
"It seems a portion of the minotaur's power dissolves into the milk. We tried feeding it to the men of our village, and work that would normally take three days was finished in a single day. And we can get all of this just by turning a village cunt-girl into a milk fountain — how splendid is that?"
The chief puffed out his chest, making no effort to hide his pride in a village that now had nothing ahead of it but prosperity. With such a dramatic improvement in labor efficiency, no one in the village would go hungry again. Everyone would be happy.
"Of course, a great deal of work still lies ahead if we want to improve the quality. Even among minotaurs, the quality of the milk each individual produces may vary."
"So you'll need to capture as many minotaurs as possible and keep experimenting. I understand."
"Yes. But I also intend to look into other variables. For instance... what would the quality of the milk be like if it came from a cunt-girl with exceptionally strong vitality?"
The chief's gaze ran straight through me, the naked lust in it not even bothering to hide itself. In that instant, my pussy sprayed a jet of slick without the slightest hesitation — pshht! — already finished preparing itself.
"Of course I'll gladly take part in that investigation as well. I won't be able to say I've truly completed the commission with my head held high unless I go that far."
"Heh heh heh heh. Excellent. Wonderful. Then shall we confirm it right away?"
I checked the condition of the minotaur I had brought in one more time. The creature had apparently gotten worked up in sympathy from watching its kin mate — it was snorting out blast after blast of breath, its cock magnificently erect.
Aaaah... Even if it is a monster, this is still a male. In essence, a being superior to any female.
Until now, the pretext of fulfilling a man's commission had been what held my reason in place. But there was no longer any need to cling to that tattered scrap of rationality.
When you're a female, all you have to do is fawn. That's enough.