Kenta’s hand sank deep into the plush, yielding flesh of Emily’s left breast. The damp, milk-soaked fabric of her cow-print bikini top clung to his fingers as he squeezed, testing the unbelievable weight and density of the mound.
"Ahhh~!"
A startled, breathy moan instantly escaped Emily's lips. Her back arched automatically, pushing her heavy chest deeper into his waiting palm. A deep, vivid pink blush exploded across her cheeks, spreading all the way down to her collarbone. Her large, fuzzy cow ears flicked back nervously, and her doe-like eyes widened in a mixture of shock and a sudden, primal rush of pleasure.
"W-what..." she stammered, her chest heaving against his grip, making the golden bell around her neck jingle frantically. "What are you doing...?"
Kenta’s eyes darkened, a predatory thrill rushing through his veins. He tightened his grip just a fraction, his thumb brushing over the stiff, wet peak hidden beneath the fabric.
"Master," Kenta interrupted, his voice dropping into a low, commanding growl that echoed in the quiet barn. "You will call me Master. And you will obey me. Do you understand your place?"
Emily shivered. The authoritative tone vibrated right through her submissive, demi-human instincts. She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing visibly.
"Gulp... Mmm... y-yes..." she whispered, lowering her eyes, completely overwhelmed by the sudden shift in power. "I am sorry, Master..."
"Good girl," Kenta murmured, a smirk playing on his lips.
He slowly let go of her breast, relishing the way the heavy flesh bounced slightly as he removed his hand. Emily let out a shaky breath, thinking he was done, but Kenta was only just beginning. He reached around her soft, plump waist, his hands sliding over the warm skin of her back until his fingers found the thin, strained knot of her bikini top.
With a single, deliberate tug, he pulled the string.
"Ahh... my breasts..." Emily whimpered softly.
The tension snapped. The inadequate piece of cow-print fabric fell away, dropping uselessly into the hay.
Kenta stopped breathing. His jaw went slack, his eyes widening in pure, unadulterated awe.
He had seen big breasts on the internet in his past life, and he had just seen his new mother and sisters mere hours ago, but absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the sheer, gargantuan reality of a Holstaur's body.
Freed from their restraints, Emily's breasts spilled outward and downward with breathtaking gravity. They were unbelievably huge, massive globes of impossibly soft, pale skin that looked like they belonged on a fertility goddess. Faint, delicate blue veins traced across the pale flesh, a biological testament to how engorged and heavy with milk they truly were. The undersides rested heavily against her plush upper stomach, and the cleavage between them was a deep, intoxicating valley.
But it was the peaks that made Kenta’s mouth water. Her areolas were incredibly broad, a deep, flushed, inviting pink that looked agonizingly sensitive. At the very center sat thick, thumb-sized nipples that were already standing at absolute attention. They glistened in the barn's dim light, beads of thick, creamy white milk pooling at the tips, ready to drop.
"Oh my god..." Kenta breathed, entirely forgetting his anger from being thrown out of the mansion.
He didn't wait another second. He lunged forward, sinking both of his hands directly into the magnificent, bare mounds.
"Ahhhn~!" Emily cried out, throwing her head back as Kenta’s warm hands claimed her bare flesh.
"They are so huge..." Kenta marveled, his voice thick with raw lust. He began to fondle them, his fingers sinking deep into the doughy, incredibly soft fat and mammary tissue. He lifted them, marveling at how heavy they were in his hands, before pressing them together. "And so, so soft. Never in my life... never have I touched something like this."
He squeezed them rhythmically, mimicking a milking motion, driven purely by male instinct.
"Nnnnngh~! Haaah... M-Master... ahh~!" Emily moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the rafters. The sensation was overwhelming for her. Her biology demanded to be milked, and Kenta’s rough, eager hands were sending shockwaves of euphoric relief straight to her brain.
Her thick cow tail swished wildly, thrashing against the hay behind her. Her knees buckled slightly, spreading wider as a deep, throbbing heat began to pool between her thighs.
Kenta was addicted. He kneaded the gargantuan mounds, his thumbs circling the massive, pink areolas before brutally pinching and rolling her stiff, leaking nipples.
"Mmmmm~! Ahhh! Ahhh!" Emily squealed, her back arching so hard her heavy breasts were practically offered up to his face. The milk was leaking faster now, coating Kenta's fingers in a warm, slick cream.
He fondled them harder, his greed taking over. He dragged his palms across the flushed skin, watching the massive globes jiggle and sway under his completely unapologetic abuse. He was mesmerized by how responsive she was, every single squeeze drawing out another incredibly erotic sound from her lips.
"M-Master..." Emily panted, her eyes rolling back slightly. Her chest was heaving, her breathing incredibly ragged. "Master... Master...!"
Kenta didn't stop squeezing. He was too caught up in the sheer tactile heaven of her body. "What happened?" he asked, his thumbs flicking over her ultra-sensitive peaks again.
"Ahh... I am—! I'm—!"
Emily’s body tensed like a drawn bowstring.
Pshhhh!
Suddenly, the unbearable pressure within her heavy chest broke. Two sudden, powerful streams of warm, thick, white milk sprayed directly out of her stiff nipples.
Because Kenta was leaning in so close, admiring his handiwork, the spray hit him point-blank. The warm, fragrant milk splashed across his cheeks, his nose, and his lips.
Startled, Kenta instinctively gasped, opening his mouth in shock.
The stream of milk shot directly onto his tongue. He swallowed reflexively, gulping down the small spray before she slumped forward, panting heavily, the pressure finally relieved.
Kenta froze. He knelt there in the hay, drops of white milk slowly sliding down his chin and dripping from his nose.
He licked his lips, tasting the residue left behind.
His eyes blew wide open.
"Damn..." Kenta whispered, his voice trembling in absolute disbelief.
He ran his tongue over his lips again, chasing the flavor. It was unlike anything he had ever consumed in his entire existence. It wasn't just milk. It was impossibly rich, thick like melted vanilla ice cream, and bursting with a profound, overwhelming sweetness that coated his throat. But more than the taste, there was a sudden, electric rush of energy that surged through his veins the moment he swallowed it. His fatigue vanished. His muscles felt stronger. The magical, aphrodisiac qualities of a Holstaur's milk were singing in his blood.
"This... this milk is so sweet and tasty," Kenta muttered, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and staring at the white liquid on his skin as if it were liquid gold. "Never in my life have I had such milk."
He slowly looked back down at Emily.
She was kneeling before him, completely flushed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her massive, bare breasts still glistening and dripping with the remaining sweet nectar. Her doe eyes looked up at him through her messy bangs, shining with a mixture of relief, embarrassment, and deep, submissive affection.
Kenta's mind began to race at a million miles an hour.
The Abyssal Breeding System... The massive debt... The magical properties of this milk... If one tiny spray tasted this incredible and made him feel this energetic, what would the nobles, the wealthy merchants, and the magical elites of this fantasy world pay for a single bottle of it?
An epiphany struck him like a bolt of lightning. He didn't just have a squatter in his barn. He had a living, breathing, endlessly producing goldmine. He could bottle this. He could sell it to the highest bidder in the underground markets. He could pay off the Vanguard debt, buy back his mansion, and force his arrogant mother and sisters to their knees.
A dark, incredibly ambitious, and perverted smile slowly spread across Kenta's face.
I have an idea how I can become rich, he thought, his eyes locked hungrily onto Emily's massive, dripping breasts. Filthy, unbelievably rich.
Emily noticed the shift in his expression. The dark, intense way he was staring at her made her shiver, her cow ears twitching nervously.
"M... Master?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, the bell around her neck giving one tiny, fearful chime. "Is... is everything okay?"