Chapter 69
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: The Butterfly Effect Starting from Milk (6)
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“Then, let’s begin the milking.”
As I reached out toward her breasts, the school nurse took a step back.
“...Eu..Eugene....hold on a second...”
“Nurse, I get that you’re tense, but we won’t make it in time if we don’t start now.”
“Th-that’s not it...just wait a moment.”
With that, the school nurse rummaged under the bed and pulled out a wooden box.
As I stared blankly at the box, she let out a short sigh and opened it.
“...Th-this...will make it come out faster.”
Her face flushed red, the school nurse handed me the item inside the box.
“....”
It was a milking machine.
Of course, being a tool designed specifically for milking, it would extract far more than hands could...
“...Why is this in the infirmary?”
“Don’t ask.”
Her tone was so firm—like she wouldn’t let me get away with pressing further—that I could only nod.
“...Then, Eu...Eugene...could you do it for me?”
Having handed me the milking machine, the school nurse crossed her arms and lifted her breasts, from which milk was already leaking.
I positioned the machine over her nipple, confirmed it latched on tight, and sucked.
“Hnnngh..!”
Each time I pressed down on the device, milk sprayed from her protruding nipple as the school nurse let out a moan.
“..Hngh...ngh...!..Eu..gene..too...fast...ah..it hurts.”
Even for me, it was my first time using a milking machine, so I had no idea what speed to go at.
I slowed down, and her expression eased a bit, but mine hardened.
‘...Too slow.’
Even with the machine, the milk was collecting at a far slower rate than expected.
At this pace, there was no way we’d hit the required amount in time.
“...It’s coming out less than last time.”
“It...can’t be helped. Milk...hngh...isn’t something I control...”
The school nurse shot me a pouty glare.
It was true, but I couldn’t just let it go.
“Nurse, would you tell me when milk flows more?”
“...Ho-how would I know that!”
Seeing her shake her head with her face burning red, I instinctively knew she had some idea.
“Nurse, even if it’s embarrassing, you have to tell me.”
“...I...I don’t know! I’ve never looked it up or tried it!”
So she had looked it up...and tried it.
I could probably coax a confession out of her with gradual pressure, but time was short, so I opted for a direct assault.
“Won’t even say it like this?”
I kept milking while lightly nipping at the nape of her neck.
“Ngh...! Ah..! A-ah...!”
Her body shivered with every bit of stimulation.
“Come on, tell me.”
“Noo...”
“Then I have no choice but to keep going.”
This time, I kissed the other side and flicked my tongue tip up along her skin.
“...Hngh...ah...a-ngh....!”
“Want it to feel better? Tell me quick.”
I gently nibbled her earlobe and whispered, and at last, she raised the white flag in a tiny voice.
“....Moo.”
“So, imitating a cow makes more milk come out, right?”
I repeated her words exactly, and suddenly the school nurse snapped in anger.
“Why do you only hear so well right now! You couldn’t hear a thing back in the carriage!”
“I don’t really remember what you said in the carriage...but it’s only natural to focus when I know something important’s coming up now.”
“That’s true, but...! Still...! Argh!”
Watching her huff indignantly, I asked out of pure curiosity.
“By the way, Nurse. How did you figure out that mooing like a cow increases your milk?”
“D-don’t look at me like that! It’s not like I researched it to squeeze out more because I thought Eugene liked my milk—don’t get the wrong idea!”
“...I see.”
I tried to play it off casually, but she soon realized what she’d said and covered her face with both hands.
“Hweeeeng...just kill me...I’m done for! Now Eugene’s gonna think I’m weird!”
“...I’ve never thought you were weird, Nurse.”
“Liar! You’re thinking it! You’re looking at me that way right now!”
I thought I was gazing pretty normally, but apparently my eyes said otherwise.
Time to change the subject and get to the point.
“Anyway, Nurse.”
“What!”
She whipped her head away like she didn’t want to hear it.
“...Will you moo like a cow from now on?”
“...Hng...Eugene...has your head gone funny or something?”
Even her eyes—which had always held a hint of kindness till now—turned to pure trash-staring mode.
“....”
It tore at my heart to see the school nurse change like this, but this had absolutely nothing to do with my tastes. It was purely for saving the world.
Without the school nurse’s milk, we couldn’t save Isolde. Without saving Isolde, the main event’s difficulty would spike. If the main event got harder, we might fail to clear it. Fail the clear, and it’s a bad end. Bad end means world destruction.
In other words, no school nurse milk, and the world might end.
“No, this isn’t a joke or prank. Look me straight in the eyes. This is absolutely necessary to save a life.”
“Ugh...”
She saw the seriousness in my gaze and finally dropped her head.
“Ngh...fine. I’ll do it! Happy now?”
“Thank you.”
“Huff...huff...huff...! No! I can’t!”
As she sat there hesitating and covering her face, I patted her shoulder.
“Nurse. We really don’t have much time left now.”
“I...I know that!..I’ll do it!..This time for real!”
“Yes! You can do it, Nurse! Become a cow!”
“Mmm....Moooo...”
Unlike her bold declaration, she mooed in a tiny whisper.
But it had no effect—the milk flow barely changed.
“...Nurse. No sincerity there. Put your heart into it!”
“....Moo...Moooooo...”
“No! Louder! Like you’ve really become a cow!”
“...MOOOOO! MOOOOOOOO!”
“Yes! But forget the shame—louder still!”
"MOOOOOOO!!"
In the dead of night, in the infirmary, a beautiful woman was mooing like a cow.
Reciting it in my mind, it felt like a line worthy of poetry.
And maybe that’s why...
Chuuuuu!
At last, the milk began gushing out fast.
“It’s working!”
“R-really?”
The moment she spoke like a human again, the milk flow slowed.
I grabbed her breasts firmly and shouted.
“Cows don’t speak human! Become a cow again!”
“Kuh...! Moooooo...!”
‘Mm...’
Splash-splash—
Once we filled one bottle completely, the milk spraying from her slowed dramatically.
“MOOOOO!”
Seeing her imitate a cow, I felt a pang of guilt, but it was all for the world—nothing to be done.
“How’re you feeling?”
“....Moo...”
“You can speak human now. Seems like the cow imitation’s losing its punch.”
The cow act had worn off, so it was time for a new approach.
And I’d already found one, drawing from the vast eroge knowledge in my head.
“So, Nurse, how does it feel getting milked by me?”
“Wh-why ask that...hngh..”
“All for protecting the world.”
I sat right up against her and lightly stroked between her thighs with my fingertips.
“World...and this...hngh..what’s the...ha...ngh...connection...”
“To that end, I’m going to arouse you, Nurse.”
“...Haah...more weird talk...so arousal...ngh..how’s that...ha..supposed to help...”
“Sexual arousal naturally makes more milk come out.”
“...Hngh...r-really?..Haah...first I’ve heard of it.”
“It’s true. Trust me.”
Of course, I’d never studied lactation professionally, but it was a staple setting in tons of eroge, so it had to be reliable.
“So tell me. Getting milked like this—what’s it feel like?”
“Hngk...♥ngh..My...areola’s..getting sucked in nonstop..♥It’s a little painful...but my nipples are so sensitive now, it feels good♥”
As my touch grew more direct, her voice overflowed with lewdness.
A quick check showed her panties—already damp when we started milking—were now utterly soaked, making it harder to find a dry spot.
“I’ll handle down there, so you focus on squeezing out the milk, Nurse.”
“...Yesss...hngh..ahh..haa♥”
Pssshhhh-!
I’d barely touched her over her panties, and milk erupted from her nipples with force unlike anything before.
Thinking about it, this was the first time I’d stimulated her pussy directly.
Even over her panties, the reaction was this intense—what if I touched it for real?
Unable to hold back my curiosity, I pulled her panties aside and stimulated her clit directly.
“Hgrrrnght♥..Th-this..!! Nooo..hngh...kuuuunght♥”
....The reaction exceeded all expectations.