The moonlight streamed through the high, cracked windows of the barn, casting a pale, ethereal glow over the puddle of ruined milk. But Kenta’s eyes were not on his lost profits. They were completely transfixed by the creature kneeling in the dirt.
She was another Holstaur, but entirely different from Emily.
Where Emily was soft, pale, and doughy, this new cowgirl possessed a breathtaking, rich chocolate skin tone that seemed to naturally shimmer in the dim light, as if her skin were coated in a fine, intoxicating layer of oiled silk. She was kneeling on all fours, her body trembling violently.
She wore nothing but a frayed, completely inadequate piece of dark fabric wrapped desperately around her chest, and it was losing the battle against her biology. Her breasts were gargantuan—perhaps even firmer and more aggressively perky than Emily’s—creating a deep, shadowed canyon of cleavage that looked hot to the touch. The white milk she had been licking from the floor coated her chin and dripped down her neck, starkly contrasting against her beautiful dark skin and falling right between those massive, heaving mounds.
She had cow ears, slightly pointier than Emily’s, and a long, tufted tail that was currently tucked between her thick, dimpled thighs in absolute submission.
She looked up at Kenta, her large, golden-brown eyes wide with sheer terror.
"Who..." Kenta breathed, the anger evaporating from his system, replaced instantly by a heavy, calculating lust. "Who are you?"
The chocolate-skinned cowgirl scrambled backward, her massive breasts swaying violently against her chest as she pressed her back against the wooden wall of the barn. Her beautiful face crumpled, and thick, shiny tears began to well up in her eyes, spilling over her long lashes.
"Please...!" she whimpered, raising her plump, trembling hands to shield her face. "Please, don't hurt me! I... I will not harm you! I swear!"
She let out a pathetic, melodic little sob, her chest heaving so hard the frayed fabric threatened to snap completely.
"I... I just came here to find my friend, that's it!" she cried, her voice cracking. "I was so hungry... the milk smelled so sweet... please, human, please don't kill me!"
Kenta took a slow, deep breath. His heart was pounding, but he forced his muscles to relax, trying to handle the chaotic situation. A wild monster girl had infiltrated his base. But before he could formulate a response, the air in front of him rippled.
DING!
A glowing blue holographic screen materialized right beside the cowering girl’s head, illuminating her dark, tear-streaked face.
[System Scan Complete: Intruder Detected][Species: Holstaur (Jersey Variant)][Status: Unclaimed, Malnourished, Highly Fertile][Data Log: Unlike the standard Holstaur, the Jersey-breed variant possesses a darker skin tone, higher stamina, and produces a highly concentrated, incredibly rich milk known for extreme aphrodisiac properties.]
Kenta stared at the floating blue text. His dark eyes slowly widened, reading the words Jersey Variant.
"Damn..." Kenta muttered aloud, a wicked, disbelieving smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. "A cow of a different breed? So... does that mean these monster cows actually have different types of breeds, just like real livestock?"
His mind raced with the sheer, boundless potential of his System. If there were different breeds, there were different flavors. Different bodies. Different ways to monopolize the fantasy market.
"Hmm. That's interesting," Kenta hummed, his voice dropping an octave into his Incubus Whispers.
He took a slow, deliberate step toward her.
As he moved out of the shadows, the moonlight hit his body. The chocolate-skinned cowgirl gasped, her golden eyes dropping downward. Kenta was completely naked from the waist down. He hadn't bothered to put his trousers back on. His thick, heavy manhood hung between his legs, still visibly slick and glistening with Emily’s sweet juices and the clear, undeniable evidence of his recent, violent climax.
He was the absolute picture of a ruthless, dominant breeder, and cornered in the dark, the new cowgirl realized exactly what he was capable of. She pressed herself harder against the wall, her thighs clamping tightly shut as a terrified flush darkened her chocolate cheeks.
"Hey... please, relax," Kenta purred, his hypnotic voice wrapping around her panicked mind like a warm, heavy blanket. He raised his hands in a placating gesture, though his naked, aroused state completely contradicted his gentle tone. "I won't hurt you. I promise."
She whimpered, her cow ears twitching as his magical voice vibrated against her skin, sending a confusing, unwanted spark of heat straight to her core.
"But you know this is my place, right?" Kenta continued, taking another slow step, trapping her against the wood. He looked down into her deep, milk-splattered cleavage. "How did you get in here? And why were you even hiding here in the first place?"
She stammered, unable to look away from his exposed waist, her breath hitching rhythmically. "I... I... came here finding my friend! I've been... I am trying to reach her from the last one year! I tracked her scent to these woods..."
"Friend?" Kenta asked, tilting his head, feigning innocent curiosity. "Can you tell me which friend? Maybe I can help you find her."
Before the terrified girl could answer, the frantic sound of bare feet slapping against the dirt floor echoed from the back of the barn.
Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!
"Master... Master, is everything alright?!"
Kenta looked over his shoulder. Emily was running down the central aisle, completely panicked. She was entirely naked, her massive, pale breasts bounding wildly with every step, her plush body completely covered in the dark red handprints and bite marks Kenta had just left all over her. Her face was flushed, her cow tail swishing in alarm.
"Umm... yeah, everything's alright, Emily," Kenta replied smoothly, turning his body slightly to block the intruder's escape. "But I think we have an unwanted guest."
Emily skidded to a halt right beside Kenta. She looked him up and down, checking for injuries, completely ignoring her own naked, heavily-used state. "Are you alright, Master?" she breathed, pressing her soft, deflated chest against his arm.
"I'm fine," Kenta smirked. "Look."
Emily turned her head, her doe eyes finally landing on the figure cowering against the wall.
The chocolate-skinned cowgirl stared at Emily. She saw the bite marks. She saw the red handprints on Emily's pale thighs. She saw the collar around her neck, and the way Emily clung to the naked, terrifying human man with absolute, liquid devotion.
Emily froze. Her jaw dropped open.
"You..." Emily breathed, the blood draining from her flushed face. "Wh... what are you doing here?"
The terrified intruder blinked through her tears. She looked past the bruises, past the collar, and focused solely on Emily's face. The sheer, overwhelming relief of ending a year-long search suddenly washed away all of her fear.
The new cowgirl sniffled, wiping the milk from her chin. A bright, beautiful smile broke through her tears, widening until it lit up her entire face.
"Emily...?" she gasped, her voice trembling with pure joy. "Emily, is that you?!"