Suck, Suck the Milk - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

No matter how omniscient and omnipotent God might be, He could never have imagined my shock the moment I opened the door.

In the year 6202 of the Stellar Calendar, I had only wanted to place an ordinary milk delivery order, yet I found a Cow Beastman at my front door.

Oh no. More precisely, a Cow Beastman.

You have to understand that in modern society, beastmen are not common. They usually keep themselves disguised and almost never expose their traits, much less go out and sell themselves.

Can you imagine a cat beastman selling the right to touch his paw pads?

And yet now, a beastman selling his own milk… dairy products had appeared right at my doorstep.

Because I stayed silent for so long, anxiety spread through the eyes beneath the beastman’s long lashes.

“P-please don’t return me… I’m very hungry… I really don’t have any money left… I swear, this is absolutely fresh milk!”

Well, it was direct from the source. How could it not be fresh?

My gaze lingered for a long time on his full chest before I finally made up my mind.

“Come in.”

Chapter 2

“…”

The Cow Beastman sat on the sofa in my home.

Maybe because the shyness and unease on his face were so obvious, I couldn’t stop looking at him.

The man on the sofa had fair skin, the same color as sweet milk.

Thick, slightly curly hair fell over his chest, and two soft, clean long ears stood out from his head, their short fur faintly curled.

He didn’t have many beastman traits. Aside from those ears, there was only the tail extending from his tailbone, and right now it was curled timidly into a ball behind him.

Oh, and he also had a mercenary-like, hefty, robust body. The buttons on his chest were stretched so tight they looked ready to burst, creating a striking contrast with his gentle, timid air.

So cute.

“P-please…”

The cow spoke! Ahem, I mean, the male beastman on the sofa spoke. His face was redder than a tomato, and if there had been a crack in the sofa, he definitely would have crawled into it.

“Sorry, I don’t see beastmen very often.”

I scratched my head, feeling a little apologetic.

“It’s all right. I’m just not very good at selling things. P-please check the quality of the milk…”

The Cow Beastman’s soft voice suddenly stopped. The flush on his face had not yet faded, but in an instant, all color drained from it.

The opened milk crate was empty.

“Huh? Don’t tell me you forgot to bring the milk with you.”

Chapter 3

The Cow Beastman was definitely not the kind of beastman who would be that careless.

But it was obvious this was his first delivery, and he was severely lacking in anti-theft experience. For that, he paid the price.

“R-rats… the rats stole the milk…”

The Cow Beastman had taken a serious blow.

His slightly drooping eyes turned moist for a moment. His lips trembled as he let out a shaky breath, and even the hand holding the milk crate bulged with veins.

Ah, how pitiful.

He had already said before that he had no money left. Could it be that the milk in the crate was his last remaining asset…?

“My condolences. The war wrecked the economy, and now the district’s public safety is worse than shit.”

I offered him clumsy comfort.

“I-it’s fine… I still have another way…”

The Cow Beastman pressed his lips together and, trying to stay calm, opened the hidden compartment in the milk crate, taking out a tiny sterilization kit.

“I can still milk it now! I swear the milk will be fresh and clean! Please check for yourself. The tools are absolutely sterile… I just need to borrow your kitchen…”

“Huh?”

My brain stalled.

Y-you mean you can milk it right now, on the spot?