Chapter 42 - Ivan the Dick Cow Surrendering Milk
“Ta-da!”
Late lunch. I sip on the cool cola from a big cup while eyeing the gift she pulled out, alongside the hamburger and fries she gave me.
“How about it? Fits you perfectly, right?”
From the gift box she opened, something astonishing crawls out. Cow-print pants and a top.
No fucking way, this woman’s for real.
I was enjoying a delicious burger for the first time in ages, but my appetite crashes. Pushing something like that on me? My eyes bulge involuntarily.
“Oh-ho.”
Slap!
She reacts instantly, her palm cracking across my cheek. I tumble to the floor with a clatter from the stinging slap.
“Hmph, looks like you still need some training… After all the fucking I’ve given you, and you’re still thinking of rebelling.”
Unlike when she punched my gut, she held back a bit this time—it doesn’t hurt that bad. But my cheek split open, and blood fills my mouth.
“Well, I’ll let that slide cheerfully since you’ve got work to do from now on.”
“Ugh…”
Pretending to be generous after already hitting me… Thanks to her, my burger and fries spill all over the floor.
“Put it on.”
“Y-you want me to wear that?”
“Yeah, put it on right now. I don’t wanna say it twice.”
“Y-yes, okay…”
Wear that ridiculous outfit! The coverage is less than the exposed skin—pure pervert gear! And those blatant, shameless patterns… I can already picture what she’ll do to me in it.
But if I refuse again, she won’t hold back next time. She’ll torture me right up to the brink of death.
“I’ll wear it…”
“Yeah, change right here.”
“Huh?”
“Hey, we’ve seen each other naked plenty of times—what’s with the coy act? Hurry up and change.”
“A-alright…”
Damn this rotten bitch! But terrified of the fist about to fly, I strip off my top first.
“Mm…”
My exposed pale belly is a sight to behold. The bruise from her earlier punch has darkened to a sickly yellow, spreading like cancer—not just across my stomach but up to my chest.
“That looks painful, must’ve hurt like hell. Ugh… I won’t hit your stomach anymore.”
Maybe the grotesque sight stirs some rare remorse in Song Eun-hye. Of course, I don’t buy it as genuine apology. Why? That damn bitch is getting wet just staring at my naked body!
This is insane.
So I slowly change into the clothes she gave me. Soon, I’m transformed into her twisted fashion nightmare.
“Whoa, fuuuck… You’re adorable for real.”
“Ugh… This outfit’s kinda, well, too much. C-can’t I wear something else?”
I glance down at the deep bruise on my belly. No matter how cute the clothes, with this kind of exposure, that massive ugly scar will always make anyone grimace.
But Song Eun-hye sees it differently. Those eyes—they’re definitely the lust-filled gaze she gets for me…
“Hoo, hoo… No woman could resist a sight like this. Yeah, it’s not me being weird…”
“Um, excuse me…”
Suddenly, she slips behind me, wrapping me tight in her arms. My small frame makes it look like a kid hugging a doll.
“So, where should I start tasting… Here first?”
Smooth, filthy fingers glide over my thighs. No pretense of massage or workout—just pure intent to satisfy her own desires. Goosebumps crawl up my spine.
Dressing someone who looks like a little boy in slutty clothes and groping his thighs—what kind of woman does that?
She calls herself a hero… Oh wait, no, not anymore.
Song Eun-hye quit being a hero recently. I thought she was bullshitting when she told me, but the news flooded the internet confirming it.
Is that why the quest cleared?
But that doesn’t explain the Min Eunjeong quest completing earlier… No idea what the criteria are. Maybe psychological factors?
“I wanna touch your tummy fat too… but with that bruise, I’ll skip it. We’ll get it treated at the hospital later, got it?”
“Y-yes…”
Guess she has some conscience. At least she’s taking me to the hospital soon.
“Alright, now get on your knees. I’ve got a job for you.”
She releases me from her embrace. I meet her eyes for a moment—still brimming with possessive lust, the gaze of a woman endlessly depraved. Not that I’m intimidated…
I obediently drop to my knees and look up at her.
“From now until I’m done, you’re a dick cow. Dick cow. Answer my words with ‘moo’, got it? Cows don’t speak human.”
“Uh, moooo…”
What the hell is a dick cow anyway? Why do Min Eunjeong and now her wanna turn me into one? They’re the ones with massive udders.
But I don’t wanna get punched again, so I ditch my human dignity willingly.
“You’ve heard ‘your milk tanks are fucking huge’ plenty of times, so ‘dick cow’ should feel natural now, right?”
“M-mooo…”
“Good, good… Now lie down. I’m gonna mount you and fuck you senseless.”
Song Eun-hye strokes my hair. Does my head feel that soft? Seems like it’s become a habit. Not that it bothers me…
Before she shoves me, I lie back on the floor obediently. Seeing this, she licks her lips and straddles—not my stomach, but my crotch.
“Whoa… How is it this big? Your groin’s like, fuuuck…”
She’s fucked me countless times, yet she still gawks at my cock’s size.
“Wanna see something fun? Ta-da!”
“M-mooo…”
Song Eun-hye stands briefly, ripping off her panties to expose her pussy. She spreads her entrance with her fingers, showing me inside.
And there… It should be full of the cum I dumped in her earlier today, but not a drop remains.
“Your dick cow milk was so tasty, I sucked it all up already. Can I get a refill?”
“Mooo…”
Slipping down the cow-print clothes I just put on, my cock springs up like a skyscraper.
“Haa♥ Always so magnificent no matter how many times…”
Her eyes sparkle in ecstasy, like an artist beholding a masterpiece.
“Alright then, time to really get started…”
Tzukkkeo-eok! Her savage hips slam down mercilessly. She engulfs the head easily, then sinks halfway down without effort.
“Nnghhoook♥”
With half my cock swallowed by her pussy, Song Eun-hye’s lower body trembles violently—but she doesn’t stop descending. Finally, she takes me to the hilt.
“Haaaaah♥”
She throws her head back with a deep exhale. A thick droplet of sweat falls from her quivering chin onto my stomach.
Ow!
It lands right on the bruised spot, making my body twitch involuntarily. Seeing this, she gives me an awkward smile, looking sorry.
“Sorry, just once today.”
She’s never saying no to fucking me, even if it kills me. Sick of her selfishness, I turn my head aside.
Tzukkkeo-eok, tzukkkeo-eok! The wet sounds echo from our joined hips relentlessly. It feels like plowing through sticky mud.
“Nngook! Ohook! Haa, your cock’s too, haaang♥”
Tzukkkeo-eok, tzukkkeo-eok!
Each time my cock slides out of her pussy, her juices cling stickily. Her massive white tits bounce wildly upward.
Her pale nipples dance. Sweat pours from her like a downpour.
“Ahhh…”
My cock’s being milked. Twisted like grain in a thresher. It’s demanding I give up my cum.
Squeeze, squeeze— Like countless tiny arms sprouting from her pussy walls, tickling my shaft. This impossible sensation… I say it every time, but words fail.
“Ugh!”
Tzukkkeo-eok, tzukkkeo-eok!
Her baby-making hips, optimized for depth and grip, churn with hot fervor, raping me mercilessly.
“Dick cow, hurry, giiive me your milk quick! Yeah? Byureut-byureut— Sweet and nutritious milk, gimme♥”
“A-aghh…”
Squeeeze, squeeeze! Violent contractions yank at my glans. Her unique inner folds scrape down the entire shaft.
“I-I’m, cumming, nowww!”
“Yeah, flood me! Fill me up till I’m pregnant—pound it in!”
Byuurrrrrut!
Ejaculation hits, surging deep inside. She gulps it endlessly, tongue lolling out as her body shudders.
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Before I can even savor the afterglow of cumming, a familiar chime rings out, and a window pops up.
Update?
Goosebumps erupt all over my body.