Magical Girl Milk Production Operation (1)
Magical Girl Milk Production Operation (1)
When I opened my eyes, the strange creature that had been holding me was gone without a trace, as if it had never been there.
The surroundings had returned to the quiet scenery of the sewer, so still that it felt like what had just happened was a dream.
"It's gone...?"
I was grateful for the opportunity I had gained through the Mutated Magic Power Devourer, but I felt a bit disappointed that it had disappeared without leaving any trace as I got up.
Fortunately, my physical condition was better than I thought, and perhaps because I had absorbed so much magic power, I felt like I was recovering quickly compared to how difficult it had been.
With a refreshed expression, I looked around and started walking forward again.
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As I went a little further inside, a few more slimes appeared.
"...You guys are the same as ever."
I sighed and lightly swung my magic wand.
Splat!
The slime disappeared without putting up much resistance.
Ding—
[Subquest Complete: Sewer Purification Quest]
I stopped.
"Is this... the end?"
There was no final boss or anything grand; it just ended after dealing with a few slimes.
"...Was the quest just created to bring me to the Magic Muncher?"
Thinking about it, it was highly likely that the Magic Muncher, which had given me the opportunity, was the core of this quest.
"Well, since it's cleared, I guess it's fine..."
It felt like a very anticlimactic ending.
As if prompting me to check my new skill, my Status Window flashed again, so I checked it.
[New Skill Acquired: Magical Girl Milk]
[You can generate one cup of Magical Girl Milk by using 10 Magic Power.]
[When consumed, it rapidly recovers health and injuries.]
"You call me a magical girl, and now even breast milk comes out..."
Of course, it was clearly a useful skill.
Previously, I could only recover on my own, but this seemed like a skill that could heal others as well.
"It's... good, right...?"
I nodded and read the more detailed description.
...And then I found the problem.
[Cooldown after depleting stored milk: 7 days]
"...One week?"
My expression immediately stiffened.
"This is a bit too much..."
Only being able to produce it once a week was too restrictive.
But there was an additional note below.
[Production is possible without cooldown when specific conditions are met]
"...Specific conditions?"
I narrowed my eyes and read.
[Immediate regeneration is possible after sufficiently absorbing freshly generated magic power]
"...Aha."
I understood in a strangely intuitive way.
"So once again, it means I can keep producing it as long as I have sex..."
Then the method of utilization was simpler than I thought.
"Then it would be good to make a lot in advance."
Thinking that, I tried to squeeze the breast milk from my chest, but it was difficult to extract the Magical Girl Milk by myself.
I put my hand on my chin and thought for a moment.
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There were a lot of problems.
It seemed too inefficient to produce this quietly by myself.
"Is there... a place where I can produce it more stably?"
I took out my phone and started searching.
Then one piece of information caught my eye.
"...What is this now?"
In this world, the birth rate is low, so they are very permissive and allow almost anything related to sexual activities.
And one of those things was—
"Breast Milk Ranch...?"
I blinked.
"This actually exists..."
Reading the description, it was a facility for people with the ability to produce high-quality breast milk, offering various supports and even management.
"World Livestock Association... Milk Management Department?"
I hesitated for a moment but eventually contacted them.
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"Yes, if you have the ability you mentioned, you are definitely a talent that suits our ranch."
The voice on the other end of the phone was very kind.
"It seems we can provide related support. Can you visit tomorrow?"
"...Yes, I can."
"Then I'll send you the address."
Click—
The call ended.
"...This will be okay, right?"
I muttered while looking down at my phone.
"They work fast..."
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The next day.
I was driving to the address I had been given.
"Is this the right place..."
What appeared before my eyes was a much larger and well-organized facility than I had imagined.
"...And they call it a ranch."
The atmosphere was a bit different from a typical ranch; it felt more like a clean and systematically managed building.
"It feels like a mix between a resort and a research lab."
I muttered quietly and stepped inside.
"Let's go in first."
As I moved according to the address I was given, I couldn't help but stop in my tracks at the sight before me.
My expectation of a rural-style facility based on the simple term 'ranch' was completely off the mark. This place was so vast and systematically organized that it could be called a livestock industrial complex.
It seemed the term 'land managed directly by the World Livestock Association' wasn't just for show. Looking around, the area was filled with facilities related to the livestock industry, and each section felt clearly demarcated and operational.
However, among them, the 'Milk Management Department' building I had come to visit had a completely different vibe.
From a distance, the clean landscaping on the glass exterior and the overly sophisticated design made it hard to believe it was a strange facility. The closer I got, the more it resembled a high-end resort or hotel.
For a moment, I suspected I might have gotten the wrong address, but I went inside anyway. The scene inside was even more bewildering.
There were more women inside the building than I had expected, and the atmosphere was something I couldn't quite get used to.
Some were lounging comfortably on sofas drinking beverages, some were reading books or looking at their phones to pass the time, and I even saw some enjoying what looked like a swimming pool area.
Overall, it looked more like people leisurely spending time at a resort rather than a workplace, and seeing this made me wonder if this was really the 'Breast Milk Ranch'.
Just then, an employee approached and naturally guided me. As I followed them deeper into the building, I kept glancing around.
They explained that people live here while engaging in production activities, and the treatment varies greatly depending on the quality and quantity of the breast milk.
As we went further inside, the atmosphere changed dramatically.
In a wide-open space, milking equipment was set up, and it was quiet, as if it was break time for everyone.
However, it wasn't entirely uniform. On one side, there was an open space for multiple people to use together, and on the other side, private rooms with closable doors were lined up.
Soon, guided by the employee, I moved to the innermost area.
The person I met there was the head of this facility, the Department Head of the Milk Management Department. Her white hair and calm demeanor created a strangely fitting impression.
But the moment we were about to exchange greetings, I saw the Department Head's expression flicker very briefly.
It was a reaction as if she had remembered something upon seeing me. The change was truly momentary, and she immediately returned to a poker face as if nothing had happened.
I was a bit bothered by that reaction but didn't show it. The Department Head naturally brought up the topic of the inspection process.
"First, we need to test the quality of your breast milk. Would you come this way?"
Following the instruction that we first needed to check the milk's quality, I moved to another location. There, I placed my breast into a milking machine and produced the Magical Girl Milk.
'Ughh...! This feels weird......'
When I handed over the Magical Girl Milk, the Department Head put it into the tester and skillfully pressed a few buttons.
The machine started whirring—, and I found myself waiting for the results beside it for no reason.
As numbers started rapidly rising on the screen, I could see the Department Head's eyes subtly change.
"...As expected."
She muttered quietly, then looked me over.
"This level of quality is rare. No, it's not just rare... it's almost record-breaking."
"...What?"
I asked with a bewildered expression, but the Department Head, as if not even hearing me, immediately handed the sample to the researchers nearby and ordered additional tests.
The researchers took it and, handling it as if it were a treasure, carefully carried it away and disappeared into the inner area filled with equipment.
And exactly 30 minutes later.
The door burst open as the researchers returned, almost rushing out.
"D-Department Head-nim!"
"The results are in!"
"This... this isn't just ordinary breast milk!"
With their words pouring out without even catching their breath, I found myself looking elsewhere for no reason.
"...And so?"
When the Department Head asked calmly, one researcher held out the data with a trembling hand.
"The recovery efficiency is on par with regular potions. No, in certain situations, it's even faster."
"Moreover, there are no side effects! The absorption rate in the body is abnormally high—"
"This is... a major discovery!"
The atmosphere instantly became overheated.
Some were marveling, some were tapping on calculators figuring something out, and I even saw one person shouting 'A paper!' before being dragged away by another researcher.
"...Is it really that big of a deal?"
I muttered quietly from the side, but no one seemed to be listening to me.
Finally, the Department Head raised a hand to calm the atmosphere, and in the newly quiet space, all eyes focused on me.
"...If the ability you mentioned earlier is true, would mass production be possible?"
I thought for a moment before answering.
"Well... if you help me, I can give you some. Since I'm the one producing it, how about 10 percent?"
"Normally, we purchase everything, but... okay! Then if we keep you here for a month and just produce milk...!"
"No! I was only planning to stay for about three days!"
A whole month? That's a scary thing to say...
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After neatly settling on the percentage, I am now producing Magical Girl Milk while continuously receiving a supply of semen to keep it flowing, just as I had mentioned.
The milking machine on my chest constantly sucks out the breast milk, and numerous dicks enter and exit my pussy in turn, ejaculating inside.
Of course, both the semen and the milk are absorbed somewhere the moment they come out, so it's not particularly a dirty sight.
The sight of multiple men surrounding one woman, using a milking machine and ejaculating inside her, was something that, from a distance, felt like it should be reported to the police.
Of course, the reality up close was the opposite.
Squelch―! Squelch―!
"Ughh... Is this all that's coming out? This won't do..."
After wriggling my pussy to extract all the semen from the 'mere' 5 men surrounding me, I even kissed them to restore their stamina so I could get one more round out of them, but they all looked completely exhausted.
"I haven't even filled one container yet... Are there really this few men here?"
"Huff... Yes, most of the staff here are women... It's our fault for not being prepared..."
It seemed they weren't prepared since they hadn't been able to verify the truth of my ability.
"Then we just need to go somewhere with more men, right?"
"Yes! We'll prepare for it!"
And so, the Magical Girl Milk Production Operation began.