Uncle Spotty and the Sacred Milk Frenzy
Darkside Syndicate this, Darkside Syndicate that. "Syndicate." Yeah, the moment we entered the Syndicate, a girl's scream echoed out. Hugging our unease tightly, we headed over to find Senior Minji standing there with her pupils dilated, half out of her mind.
"H-h-hairy... b-b-bellybutton... ugh..." Whether she'd seen something too horrific or not, Senior Minji was mumbling incomprehensible words. Even when Senior Kaoru pinched her cheeks or groped her breasts, her reactions were sluggish from the shock.
Behind her stood our Spotty from home, looking awkwardly embarrassed. The narrow passageway had him squeezed in pitifully, so I placed a hand on his cheek and guided him forward, and he obediently followed.
"" "You're staying in cow form on purpose right now, aren't you?" "" "That's not..." No matter what he looked like, I could love and accept our Spotty as family—I vented my frustration to the Grand Duke. What on earth was so awful about Spotty's human form that it elicited such a wretched, horrified reaction?
"Senior Minji! Snap out of it! We can raise our Spotty here, right?" "Ugh... do we have to? It doesn't seem like a barn would fit well here, and—th-that Spotty guy? He might feel uncomfortable—" I mean, in human form, with that bushy beard and all, he'd probably be popular with certain pervy types. As a pro, Park Minji couldn't voice whether they could buy a house outside the academy, so she hemmed and hawed, her discomfort plain on her face and in her body language.
"I'll cover the cost of building a barn!! Anything for family!! I made this with my powers!! It's nothing special, but please take it!"
A gold bar created with the Witch's Ability—so thick it was downright heavy, utterly pure without a trace of impurities. The moment I handed her a hunk of gold as big as my forearm, her senses returned with a vengeance, her eyes rolled back, then her runaway soul dashed back in, and Senior Minji hiccuped.
Where had the ferocity and charisma from our first meeting gone? Shriveled up before the lump of gold, she asked if building a barn would do it, looking so pitiful that even Ephemera thought it was heartbreaking.
"After handing this over, if you neglect our Spotty even a little, I might get a bit mad." Wasn't that the scariest threat in the world? You've got the gold bar in hand, and if Spotty complains of discomfort? That might just rub me the wrong way... She casually uttered something terrifying that even criminals might say.
Senior Minji knew she was the Darkside boss, yet to Ephemera, it was impossible to tell who the real villain was in this one-sided power play!
"I'll provide temporary living quarters for now. And—word's already spreading that a special cow raised by Witchcraft is coming to the academy." "Who the heck...?" "Some first-year underclassman with a butt for a jaw came and sold the info." Oh, right—that guy was around too. Hearing Senior Minji's story, I smacked my forehead with a sigh.
But whatever, that was a problem for later... I asked Spotty to turn human. I didn't want weird rumors spreading just from hanging around the Darkside, so we teleported to the cafe as a bonus.
"They must be swarming the place by now, right?" I teleported all the students resting in the cafe back to their dorms and locked the door.
"Can I point out how insane this whole chain of events has been?" "Sorry, I'm kinda in a rush right now." I confessed to Ephemera that when I get anxious, my ability tends to get a bit extreme. She knew my powers were impressive, but the chills hit her from doing mass teleports without warning, like it was breathing. She just nodded without prying further.
Honestly, it was less the intensity of witch powers and more the violent image of a grandpa with a nose ring that left her speechless.
"Even hairier than I imagined." Even Senior Kaoru was sneaking glances. As everyone trembled, wondering how Wiyu Witchcraft would react.
"Mom hid it too... so Spotty must have his reasons! You weren't uncomfortable all this time, right?" "Well, more than uncomfortable... I was worried you'd be angry at me for deceiving you." "You're family. Of course I'd forgive you." We'd been together since I was little—how could I get mad or upset over something like this? I reached out to hug Spotty(?), but he refused with mature, polite dignity.
"You can't just hug a grown man willy-nilly..." "You're a guy!" "Huhu, but now you're an adult, aren't you?" Spotty teared up, moved that the little one had grown so big. He even greeted the Grand Duke after so long, then started reminiscing about his youth, hot tears flowing.
"How wonderfully kind and gentle our second generation turned out..." "" "Didn't raise 'em like livestock on the streets, didn't force 'em to haul carts or carriages too hard, didn't make 'em graze on weeds everywhere, didn't kick 'em for stinking when dirty, didn't snap at 'em for being slow or lazy, didn't punch 'em if milk didn't come out easy..." "" "Raised her from a bottle since she was little, but she must've been a gutter-foundling after all." "was found under a bridge.>" Hugging each other, they swapped tales of hard, grueling, painful slave days—then said they were truly glad to reunite.
...Great, the joy of reunion, reminiscing, comparisons—all good, but what the hell did Mom live like when she was young? "" "Right, Second Gen... you mustn't become like your mom. Don't create something because you need it, then neglect it, use it like a tool without asking its will, neuter it without consent, make it this body and still call it a bad witch for complaining after all that effort." "I won't!"
I gasped at the story of going beyond neutering to full castration just to preserve chastity for divinity. "It was just created because it was needed" hit too close to home. Then why make it male instead of female? The shocking reason—males are bigger, sturdier, more muscular for overworking—made my hands shake.
"I absolutely won't make Mom's mistakes." "Please, let me stab her-meow!" I shook my head at No.1, fuming for some reason and drawing her sword, only for the shopkeeper—no, the outer god—to shake his head and stop her.
"No.1, get Spotty some drinks, please." "Got it, you dog-ass owner-meow." "Dog? Do I look like a pup 'cause I'm hanging with Ephemera?" Ephemera nearly choked on that one, but held back with superhuman patience.
"Underclassman! Heard the rumors and came! This is where that legendary producer of Sacred Milk has arrived, right!!" Amid it all, rumors spread like wildfire—who knows what that name meant—as Senior Bukureshti horn-smashed through the cafe door.
I was about to chew her out for the manners after I'd just locked up—but I held back and asked out of curiosity. "Sacred Milk—what's that?" "It's like life water for witches! The milk full of divinity that Aris Witchcraft gave young witches to grow up on! Our generation all grew up on it?"
Come to think of it, Mom did bottle and sell milk. I had no idea it was treated like a nutritional snack for young witches. Senior Bukureshti's eyes sparkled with anticipation, asking where the Magical Witch Milk Cow was. She'd even dragged Senior Yungmei along to drink it fresh from the source, drool pooling.
"Right here." "....Please, no jokes like that. I'll gore you with my horn?" "It's true! Spotty's my precious family who gave me milk since I was little!" "Ugh, fuck."
Senior Bukureshti's face twisted in disgust at the mere thought. "I just found out he turns human today!!" "Huhu, I'm just glad the young lady grew up so pretty. Ahh—thinking of the days I nursed you gives me mastitis..." "Don't touch!! Don't grope the tits!!" ""
I desperately tried to explain, but his overwhelming presence won out. Senior Bukureshti jammed fingers down her throat to puke up the childhood milk. Beside her, the Grand Duke rolled on the floor, claiming terrorism from watching Spotty's breast-grope.
"You guys are too much!! Spotty hasn't done anything wrong!! I'm really mad now?" "What're you gonna do, get mad?" "Waaah, I'm telling Mom!" "Ha? And?" Senior Bukureshti quietly knelt right there. Then shouted with a bold face to forgive her just once.
"I'm fine with it? Hehe... Uncle Spotty. Can you give me some milk?" "Mind if it's from the bottle you used as a kid?" Spotty pulled a baby bottle from his overalls pocket—the one I'd used. Senior Yungmei, thrilled for some reason, begged for it with eager eyes.
She popped the bottle full of Spotty's milk in her mouth and suckled like a baby, yelling, "So delicious!!!" Sucking passionately, she called it a sweet, happiness-inducing taste. Senior Bukureshti wondered if it was that good, scooped a few table drops onto her finger, and licked.
"Wooooah...!!" Then she charged Spotty's chest, devouring like a beast without a care for dignity. "Th/aa/aa/t!" She bit the nipple so hard Spotty let out a pained cry. The unicorn senior, lost to reason in the virginal divinity-laden milk, roared.
"So delicious!!!!!"
Milk foaming her mouth into a beard, Senior Bukureshti chugged endlessly, unsatisfied and rampaging. Senior Yungmei curled in the corner like a baby, suckling her bottle. Ephemera had grabbed some early and was gobbling it greedily, saying it was tasty.
"Is it okay for a nobly raised girl like me to witness this horror?" Only Senior Kaoru resisted the milk's temptation with iron-willed monk discipline. She just looked troubled, saying the sweet scent would've broken her if she weren't a mushroom.
Me? I'd had plenty since childhood, so I was fine... but was it really that good? Watching the seniors suckle bottles, I shook my head—no way this was right.
"Good thing I didn't give No.1 boobs." "Why's that your conclusion-meow?!" No.1's grief-stricken stab crumpled against my back—sword bent. No idea why she was so upset... but big boobs are just heavy and painful.
"Well... now we can sell fresh milk at the cafe." Regrettably, it got banned for being too addictive. No biggie—smuggle it in the Syndicate.
"" Tell me about it... Anyway, aside from that minor hiccup, the spirit tree sapling growth we needed was solved fine. Fed it milk, and it grew steadily.
...There, perfect.... After the seniors' rampage, I told Spotty to stick to cow form unless necessary. And I quit milk. Just grown out of it—nothing else, absolutely.