The Murkwood territory was still cloaked in the pitch-black shadows of pre-dawn when Kenta finally stopped tossing and turning. He hadn't slept much. His mind had been racing a mile a minute, calculating profits, plotting his revenge against the Vanguard women, and imagining the sheer, heavy weight of the gold coins he was about to make.
He had spent an hour rummaging through the abandoned storage areas of his grandfather’s massive barn, eventually finding exactly what he needed: a large, sturdy wooden bucket that was surprisingly clean. He washed it out at the old well pump just outside the doors, feeling the icy water splash against his skin, waking him up entirely.
By the time 5:00 AM rolled around, a faint, cold blue light began to filter through the cracks in the barn’s wooden roof.
In the largest stall, nestled deep in the mountain of fresh hay, Emily began to stir.
Jingle... jingle... The golden bell around her neck chimed softly as she stretched her arms high above her head. She let out a long, adorable yawn, her thick cow tail swishing lazily behind her. Slowly, she fluttered her long eyelashes, opening her big, doe-like brown eyes to greet the morning.
But instead of the empty, lonely barn she was used to, she saw a figure standing right at the edge of her stall.
Emily gasped, her eyes flying wide open. She scrambled backward in the hay, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly against her chest.
"M... Master!" she stammered, clutching the hay around her.
Kenta was standing there, fully dressed, holding the large wooden bucket by his side. A wide, confident, and dangerously ambitious smile was plastered across his face.
"Emily," Kenta said, his voice crisp and authoritative, cutting through the morning chill. "It's not time to sleep. The sun is almost up, and we have a lot of work to do. So get ready."
He clenched his free fist, looking down at her with a burning intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
Seeing him like this—so commanding, so focused, and looking directly at her as if she was the most important thing in the world—sent a thrill straight through Emily’s demi-human instincts. Her fear melted away instantly, replaced by a deep, biological excitement. Her cow ears perked up, standing tall on her head.
A bright blush dusted her cheeks as she let the hay fall from her grasp. "As you say, Master," she said softly, a sweet, eager smile forming on her lips. "Your cow is ready for milking."
She shifted her position, pulling her thick legs together and sitting upright on her knees. She placed both of her soft hands flat on her plush thighs, thrusting her massive, bare chest forward and offering herself to him completely.
Overnight, her body had been busy. Without the inadequate cow-print bikini top to compress them, her breasts had swollen to a staggering, gargantuan size. They were heavily engorged, the pale skin stretched taut over the enormous volume of milk trapped inside. Faint blue veins branched across the upper swells, and her broad, pink areolas were fully puffed out. At the center, her thick nipples were already weeping, tiny beads of sweet, white cream gathering at the tips.
Kenta unlatched the gate and stepped into the stall. He set the wooden bucket down on the hay directly between Emily’s knees, right beneath the heavy, drooping undersides of her massive breasts.
He looked down at his own two hands, flexing his fingers.
A sudden, vivid memory from his past life as Eugene flashed through his mind. Before he lived in that cramped, moldy apartment, he had been born and raised in a dirt-poor farming family in the countryside. He vividly remembered the freezing, miserable mornings, waking up before dawn to trudge out to a filthy, manure-smelling barn. He remembered the grueling, back-breaking labor of milking actual, literal cows by hand. He had always hated it. It disgusted him. It ruined his hands, and no matter how much milk they collected, they were always poor. It never profited them.
But now... Kenta thought, a dark, ironic chuckle rumbling in his chest. Now, I am in a fantasy world. And all that miserable practice... is about to make me a king.
He dropped to his knees in front of her.
"Let's see what you've got," Kenta muttered.
He reached out and grabbed both of her massive breasts.
"Ahhh~!" Emily let out a sharp, breathy moan the second his warm hands enveloped her flesh.
Kenta didn't use the gentle, cautious touch he had used the night before. He needed volume, and he knew exactly how to get it. He used a rougher, completely dominant grip. He positioned his thumbs high up on the swells, wrapping his fingers around the heavy undersides, isolating the swollen mammary glands.
Then, using perfect, textbook farming technique, he clamped down and dragged his hands firmly from the base of her breasts all the way down to her thick, pink areolas.
Squeeze. Pull. "Haaah! M-Master!" Emily squealed, her back arching violently as a massive wave of pressure was forcefully expelled from her body.
Pshhhh! Pshhhh!
Two incredibly thick, heavy streams of pure white milk erupted from her stiff nipples, shooting straight downward.
SPLAT! SPLAT!
The milk hit the bottom of the empty wooden bucket with a loud, satisfying sound.
"Damn," Kenta grinned, feeling the sheer density of her flesh under his palms. "You are absolutely loaded."
He settled into a rhythm. Clamp, drag, squeeze. Clamp, drag, squeeze. "Mmmm~! Ahhh! Ahhh!" Emily’s moans grew louder, filling the cavernous barn. The sensation of being milked so efficiently, so thoroughly, by human hands was driving her absolutely crazy. She began to squirm in the hay, her thick thighs rubbing together as her cow tail thrashed wildly behind her.
Pshh-splat! Pshh-splat! Pshh-splat!
The sound of the milk hitting the bucket became a steady, rhythmic beat. Kenta’s hands moved with practiced, mechanical precision, but there was an undeniable, heavy eroticism to the act. He was treating this beautiful, voluptuous monster girl like livestock, and her body was responding with desperate, liquid enthusiasm.
As the bucket began to fill, the milk frothed, sending up a rich, overwhelmingly sweet aroma of vanilla and cream that intoxicated Kenta’s senses.
The process was incredibly messy. The forceful sprays occasionally splashed against the wooden rim, splattering warm, sticky drops of white milk across Emily’s plush stomach and thighs. Kenta’s hands were completely slick with it.
Squelch... squelch... The wet sound of his milk-coated palms sliding over her massive, soft skin only heightened the dirty, sensual atmosphere.
"You're doing great, Emily," Kenta praised, his voice dropping an octave as he squeezed harder. "Give it all to me. Empty it out for your Master."
"Y-yes! Ahhh~!" Emily sobbed with pleasure, tears of overwhelming relief pricking the corners of her eyes. "M-Master's hands are so good! It feels... ahhn... so good!"
Kenta shifted his grip, moving his focus purely to the heavy, engorged areolas. He pinched the broad pink flesh between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling the thick nipples aggressively as he squeezed the last remaining reservoirs.
"Squeee~! Haaaah! Master!"
Emily bucked her hips forward, her entire body shuddering violently. A final, sustained gush of thick, creamy milk sprayed into the bucket, frothing violently at the surface.
Slowly, the heavy streams reduced to a trickle, and then, finally, to a few slow drips.
Kenta stopped. He pulled his slick hands away, resting them on his knees. He was breathing heavily, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. Milking a Holstaur manually was a serious physical workout.
He looked down. The large wooden bucket was nearly full to the brim with over two gallons of pure, frothy, magical white gold.
Emily slumped forward, completely exhausted but utterly blissed out. Her massive breasts had deflated slightly, looking softer and incredibly relaxed, though they were still gargantuan. Her chest heaved, her body completely covered in a fine sheen of sweat and stray splatters of milk.
"Th-thank you... Master..." she panted, looking at him with absolute, liquid devotion.
Before Kenta could respond, the air in front of him rippled.
DING!
The glowing blue holographic screen materialized instantly, the sudden light illuminating Kenta's milk-slicked face.
[Harvest Complete: Holstaur Milk][Quantity: 1 Bucket (High Yield)][Quality: Grade D - Unstimulated][Notice: Milk quality graded 'D' due to lack of deep magical/sexual arousal prior to extraction. Standard survival-grade nutrition.]
Kenta frowned slightly at the text. Grade D? Unstimulated? He looked at the bucket of incredibly sweet-smelling milk. If this masterpiece was only Grade D, what the hell did Grade A taste like?
The screen blinked, scrolling down to a new line of text that made his eyes widen.
[System Reward Generated!][+50 System Points awarded for first successful harvest.][New Passive Skill Unlocked: Novice Milking Hands][Skill Description: Your hands have adapted to the biology of monster girls. Your touch now naturally stimulates their mammary glands and deep pleasure centers simultaneously. Efficiency and arousal generation increased by 20%.]
Kenta stared at the glowing blue words, a sinister, thrilled smile creeping back onto his face. He looked down at his own hands, the fingers still dripping with Emily's sweet, Grade D milk.
He had the raw materials. He had the technique. And now, the System was literally upgrading his body to turn him into the ultimate monster tamer.
He slowly reached out, testing his new passive skill. He placed just two fingers lightly against the side of Emily’s soft, deflated right breast.
The moment his skin made contact, Emily gasped sharply. Her entire body convulsed with a violent shiver, her eyes rolling back as a wave of intense, unearned pleasure shot straight to her core, causing her nipples to instantly harden into diamonds all over again.
"Ah!" she yelped, covering her mouth, her face turning scarlet.
Kenta pulled his hand back, his grin widening into something truly devilish. The system worked perfectly.
"Rest up, my sweet cow," Kenta whispered, picking up the heavy, sloshing bucket by its wooden handle. "I'm going to town. It’s time to start our empire."