The sweet, rich taste of Emily's milk still coated Kenta's tongue, sending warm, pulsing waves of energy through his tired muscles. He stared down at the beautiful, heavy-chested cowgirl kneeling before him. Her massive, bare breasts were still heaving with every breath, glistening with the remnants of her sudden spray.
Kenta didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, closing the distance between them, and reached out to firmly grab both of her soft, bare shoulders.
Emily jumped slightly at the sudden contact. She looked up at him through her messy bangs, her large, doe-like eyes wide with a mixture of submission and confusion. Her fuzzy cow ears twitched, and the golden bell around her neck gave a soft chime.
"Emily," Kenta said, his voice buzzing with a manic, ambitious energy. He stared deeply into her eyes. "I have a plan. A very, very great plan which can benefit both of us."
Emily tilted her head, blinking her long eyelashes. "A... a plan?"
"Yes," Kenta nodded, a wicked grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. "A deal between the two of us. From now on, you will provide me with your milk every single morning. And I am going to take it and sell it in the human village just outside the Murkwood borders."
He let go of one of her shoulders and wiped a lingering drop of milk from his own chin, holding his thumb up.
"Your milk is entirely different from a normal cow's milk," Kenta explained, his mind already calculating profits. "It tastes unbelievably sweet. It gives an instant rush of stamina. Honestly, it's a little addictive. If I start selling this to the villagers and merchants... if I can make the people in the town addicted to this milk, I can start jacking up the price. We will make a fortune."
Emily's eyes widened, but not with excitement. A flash of genuine fear crossed her flushed face. Her ears drooped flat against her head, and she instinctively wrapped her arms under her massive, exposed breasts, hugging herself defensively.
"M-Master..." she stammered, her voice shaking. "That's... that's a great plan, but... I can't come in front of people! I'm a Holstaur. Humans are cruel to demi-humans. They hunt us. They put us in chains. What if they find out where the milk is coming from? What if they come here and find me?"
She looked around the empty, drafty barn, terrified that an angry mob with pitchforks was going to burst through the doors at any second.
Kenta's grip tightened reassuringly on her shoulder. He leaned in closer, his dark eyes locking onto hers.
"Just believe in me, Emily," Kenta said smoothly, using his most persuasive, commanding tone. "Nothing will happen to you. I will handle the outside world. I'll be the face of the business. I'll tell them I have a rare, magical breed of cattle imported from the capital. No one will ever step foot inside this barn."
He reached out and gently stroked her fuzzy cow ear. She shivered at the touch, a soft pink blush returning to her cheeks.
"You will stay right here, safe and hidden," Kenta continued, lowering his voice to a dark, soothing purr. "You just have to provide me the milk. That's it. You can just enjoy being here. I will provide you with everything you could ever need. You won't have to scavenge for old grain anymore. I'll get you fresh food, clean water, blankets, sweets... whatever you want. You'll get your food right on time, like a good girl. I will take care of you, and in return, you take care of my pockets."
He let his hand trail down from her ear, brushing lightly against the top swell of her gargantuan right breast. Emily let out a breathy, involuntary sigh at the contact.
"So," Kenta whispered, his face inches from hers. "Do you agree with me?"
Emily looked at him. For two years, she had lived in constant fear, hiding in the shadows, eating scraps, and suffering the painful, heavy pressure in her chest all by herself. Now, this human was offering her safety. He was offering her food. He was offering to relieve her aching breasts every single day.
Slowly, the fear left her doe-like eyes, replaced by a warm, trusting submission.
She let her arms fall away from her chest, offering her massive, bare breasts to him once again. A beautiful, sweet smile spread across her lips.
"I am ready, Master," Emily said softly, her cow tail beginning to swish happily in the hay behind her. "If it makes you happy... and if it keeps me safe... I will do it. I will also pay my debt to you like this."
Kenta's heart hammered in his chest. Bingo.
He turned his head slightly so she couldn't see the full extent of his expression. An absolutely evil, greedy, predatory smile stretched across Kenta's face. His eyes glinted with dark ambition in the dim light of the barn.
Yes, Kenta thought, his mind racing back to the luxurious mansion he had just been thrown out of. With this absolute goldmine, I can become so rich. I'm going to buy back the Vanguard debt. I'm going to reclaim the luxury life I've always imagined. And when I walk back through those mansion doors dripping in gold... Isabella, Seraphina, Chloe... those arrogant bitches won't have a choice but to bow down to me.
He turned back to Emily, schooling his features back into the confident mask of a Master.
He stood up, looking down at her lush, overflowing body nestled in the hay.
"Good girl," Kenta praised, reaching down to pat her head. "Now, rest well, Emily. Because you are going to have to work very hard tomorrow morning."
Emily leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she smiled contentedly. Her heavy breasts settled deeply against her stomach, the milk having finally stopped leaking.
"As you say, Master," she purred softly, the golden bell on her collar ringing a sweet, final note into the quiet barn.