Kenta glared over the wooden gate, his frustration boiling over. "I am the real owner of this fucking barn where you've been sleeping without permission!"
The cowgirl shrank back into the hay, her large, fuzzy ears flattening completely against her head. She pulled her thick thighs closer to her chest, her massive breasts squishing together under her arms.
"Your... your barn?" she stammered, her voice soft and trembling. "I... I didn't know! I have been living here for the last two years. I thought no one lived here. I am so sorry, please forgive me, I didn't know it was yours!"
Kenta let out a heavy, exhausted sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ahh, listen. It was my grandfather's property. It was abandoned for years, and now I am here to take control of it. But why the hell are you here anyway? You are literally living here completely rent-free and using my personal property as your own bedroom."
A soft, frightened sound escaped her throat—a distressed, melodic little "Moo..." She scrambled onto her knees in the hay, bowing her head submissively. Her heavy chest swayed heavily with the movement, the golden bell on her leather choker jingling frantically.
"I am sorry... please forgive me," she pleaded, keeping her head bowed. "This place was perfect for me. There was no one around here, and I had so much to eat from the old grain silos, and a safe place to sleep. But please... please let me stay here! I don't have any other place to live. If I leave, the other humans will find me, and they are cruel. I can't come outside. Please!"
Kenta took another deep breath, rubbing his aching temples. "Look, I can't have you here. I don't have any money, and thanks to my family, I am literally homeless now. I can't take care of a—"
Kenta’s words died in his throat.
His eyes, which had been focused on her face, drifted downward. Because she was bowing on her knees, leaning forward, her cow-print bikini top was practically surrendering. The sheer volume of her plush, heavy breasts was staggering.
But that wasn't what stopped Kenta's brain.
Right at the apex of her massive mounds, the fabric of her bikini was completely soaked. Two dark, wet patches were spreading across the cow-print material. Through the damp fabric, Kenta could clearly see that her nipples were rock hard, thick, and leaking a steady, creamy white fluid that dripped slowly down the curve of her cleavage.
She was wet. Leaking. The cowgirl noticed his sudden, shocked silence. She slowly raised her head, blinking her big, innocent eyes at him.
"Ahh... what happened?" she asked softly. "Is something wrong?"
She followed Kenta's wide-eyed gaze down to her own soaked chest.
"Oh..." A deep blush spread across her cheeks, turning them a bright, cherry red. She didn't try to cover herself, though; she just looked embarrassed. "I am sorry. It always happens to me. As I am a cow... it's important for me to lactate. If I don't get milked, they get so heavy and painful, and they just start leaking on their own..."
Kenta stared, his degenerate mind struggling to process the sheer erotic absurdity of the situation. She literally leaks milk? Just standing there? Before he could form a perverted thought, the air in front of him suddenly shimmered.
DING!
A bright, glowing blue holographic screen violently materialized right in front of his face, accompanied by a sharp, mechanical chime. Kenta stumbled backward in shock, his eyes practically bugging out of his skull.
[System Booting Complete...][Condition Met: Unclaimed Monster Livestock Detected][You have unlocked the: ABYSSAL BREEDING SYSTEM][Primary Objective: Farm, Breed, and Harvest Monster Females to generate infinite wealth and stats.]
"What the fuck?!" Kenta yelled, throwing his hands up defensively. "A System?!"
The cowgirl flinched at his outburst, looking around the empty barn in confusion. "What happened?" she asked, her cow ears swiveling nervously. She couldn't see the glowing blue screen floating right in front of him.
Kenta slowly lowered his hands. He read the text floating in the air.
Farm, breed, and harvest.Generate infinite wealth.
His eyes darted from the floating blue screen down to the heavy, leaking breasts of the beautiful Holstaur kneeling in the hay.
Suddenly, everything clicked. He didn't just get a System. He got a System perfectly designed for the exact situation he was in. She needed to be milked. He needed money. And he had a System that rewarded him for doing exactly what his dirty, corrupted mind wanted to do anyway.
A slow, dark, predatory smile spread across Kenta's face. The exhaustion of being thrown out of the mansion vanished, replaced by a surge of pure, dominant adrenaline.
He looked at the innocent cowgirl.
"You know what?" Kenta said, his voice dropping an octave, losing all of its previous frustration. "You literally were living here for completely free. For two whole years. You are in massive debt to me for that... and you have to pay it."
Her cow ears perked up, a glimmer of hope shining in her doe-like eyes.
"Yes! I am sorry!" she nodded eagerly, her heavy, milk-filled breasts bouncing with the motion. "Please tell me how I can pay you your debt. I will do whatever you ask! But please, just let me stay here..."
Kenta stepped forward. He unlatched the wooden gate of the stall and pushed it open, stepping into her space. He towered over her kneeling form, casting a shadow over her lush body.
"I am your master from now on," Kenta declared, his voice thick with authority. "You will call me Master."
She blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering. She looked up at his dark, hungry eyes.
"Master?" she repeated, the word rolling off her tongue with natural submissiveness.
"Yes, of course, Master," Kenta smirked. "And by the way, what is your name?"
She swallowed nervously. "Em... Emily."
"Emily," Kenta tasted the name. It was too sweet, too human for what he was about to do to her. But he liked it.
He stepped even closer, until his boots were practically touching her soft knees. He looked down at her soaked, bursting bikini top.
"And you will pay your debt, Emily..." Kenta whispered, his eyes gleaming with perverted intent, "...like this."
He reached out, his hand roughly grabbing her massive, leaking left breast, squeezing the heavy, milk-swollen flesh hard in his palm.