The walk back through the dense, shadowed paths of the Murkwood territory felt entirely different this time. Kenta wasn’t dragging his feet in despair; he was practically gliding. A dark, victorious smirk was permanently etched onto his face.
The heavy wooden bucket he carried was still mostly full, but the small portion he had given to Elara was the bait. And with the Lesser Incubus Whispers active, he knew the trap was already set.
As the massive, weathered structure of his grandfather’s barn came into view, Kenta felt a genuine surge of excitement. This wasn't just a rotting shed anymore. It was his castle.
He unlatched the heavy iron lock and pushed the massive double doors open, letting the mid-morning sunlight spill into the dim interior.
"I am back from work, Emily!" Kenta announced, his voice echoing warmly off the wooden rafters.
From the shadows of the largest stall, a sudden flurry of movement erupted.
Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!
"Master!" a sweet, incredibly eager voice called out.
Emily scrambled out of the hay and ran toward him. Without her restrictive cow-print bikini top to hold them back, the sheer physics of her Holstaur biology were on full, glorious display. Her massive, bare breasts bounced and jiggled heavily with every single step she took, the pale, soft flesh swaying wildly from side to side. Her broad, pink areolas and thick nipples were fully exposed, catching the morning light as she practically tackled the space between them.
She stopped just a foot away from him, her chest heaving violently from the short run. She clamped both of her soft, plump hands together beneath her chin, looking up at him with wide, adoring doe eyes. Her thick cow tail was swishing so fast behind her it was practically a blur.
"I was waiting for you, Master!" Emily beamed, her cheeks dusted with a beautiful pink blush. "I was cleaning the barn while you were gone! I swept the dirt, gathered the fresh hay, and organized the old tools. I... I thought you would like it!"
Kenta blinked, looking past her. She wasn't lying. The barn, which had already been surprisingly neat, was now immaculate. The stray piles of old wood were stacked. The floors were perfectly swept. She had turned a massive, drafty livestock barn into a genuinely cozy, livable space.
"Wow," Kenta breathed, genuinely impressed. He looked back down at the beautiful, heavy-chested monster girl practically vibrating with the need for his approval.
"Thank you so much, Emily," Kenta said, his voice softening into genuine affection. "You really are helping me a lot."
He reached out and gently ruffled the thick hair between her fuzzy cow ears.
The moment his fingers brushed against her scalp, his [Novice Milking Hands] passive skill subtly flared to life. Emily gasped softly, her entire body shuddering at his touch. The magical affinity in his hands sent a warm, deeply arousing tingle straight through her nervous system. She leaned heavily into his palm, her eyes fluttering shut as a deep, contented purr rumbled in her chest.
"Mmm... thank you, Master, for your kind words," she whispered, her voice melting like warm butter.
She opened her eyes, her gaze drifting down to the heavy wooden bucket in his other hand. She noticed it was still sloshing with liquid. She tilted her head, her cow ears swiveling forward in confusion.
"But... what about you, Master?" Emily asked, her sweet smile faltering slightly. "Did you sell all the milk?"
Kenta sighed, setting the heavy bucket down on the swept dirt floor. "Well, actually... no, I didn't. I wasn't able to sell it today."
Emily’s ears instantly drooped flat against her head. "You didn't?"
"No," Kenta explained, crossing his arms. "There is a woman in the village named Valerie. She runs a massive dairy syndicate. She already has a monopoly on the entire town, and the villagers are too terrified of her to even try anything new. It's going to be hard to sell it the normal way."
Emily looked devastated. Her shoulders slumped, and the heavy weight of her massive breasts seemed to pull her down even further. Tears pricked the corners of her big brown eyes.
"Oh no... now what, Master?" she sniffled, looking down at the bucket. "All our milk will get wasted like this. All that sweet milk... and you won't be able to earn any money to pay off your debts."
Seeing her so genuinely distressed over his finances made Kenta smile. He reached out, hooking a finger under her chin and gently lifting her face so she was looking into his eyes.
"Don't you worry, Emily, my little girl," Kenta said, his voice dropping into a smooth, confident purr. "I already have a plan for that. A very, very good plan. We will sell our milk tomorrow morning. And believe me, when tomorrow comes, I will sell all of the milk. The villagers will be begging for it. Your hard work will absolutely not be wasted."
Emily’s eyes widened, the tears drying instantly as hope bloomed in her chest. "Really, Master? You promise?"
"I promise," Kenta smirked.
He let go of her chin and took a step back, letting his shoulders dramatically slump. He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a long, heavy exhale.
"But man... I am a little tired," Kenta groaned, playing up his exhaustion. "Walking all the way to the village, dealing with those stubborn housewives, walking all the way back... my body is completely drained."
Emily’s maternal, submissive instincts instantly flared to life. She couldn't stand seeing her Master looking so exhausted.
"Don't worry, Master!" Emily chirped, taking a bold step closer to him. Her cow tail swished with sudden determination. "I have something to throw away your tiredness!"
Kenta stopped rubbing his neck. He looked up at her through his bangs, a curious glint in his eye.
"What?" Kenta asked softly.
Emily didn't answer with words. Her face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, but she didn't hesitate.
She reached down and firmly grabbed her gargantuan left breast in her soft hand. She lifted the incredibly heavy, pale globe of flesh, squishing the soft fat upward and pointing her thick, pink-areolaed nipple directly toward Kenta’s face.
A single, thick bead of incredibly sweet, stamina-boosting white milk swelled at the very tip, waiting for him.