Suck, Suck the Milk - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Heavens above, there was a beastman in my kitchen using a breast pump.

How had things ended up like this?

It was practically the opening scene of some trashy B-rate breeding video.

If I hadn’t been sure there were no cameras around, I would have thought some prank crew was trying to set me up!

Reason told me I should politely refuse all of this. Inviting a Cow Beastman into my kitchen to milk him… was a little too strange.

But, but I couldn’t forget the pleading look in his eyes when he raised his head.

Fine, I’ll admit it. This Cow Beastman really was handsome.

He had a striking face, yet his eyes were warm and gentle, carrying an innocent, docile look, as if he didn’t know any better. But beneath his high nose bridge was a lush, tempting mouth, his full lips pressing into a decadent M shape…

How could someone look like this… handsome and sultry, pure and seductive, standing in perfect opposition and yet blending seamlessly on the same face…

As I thought about it, I vaguely saw battered, thick tentacles surging from the cramped living room toward the kitchen, flickering in and out of sight.

No good! My spiritual entity was out of control again.

It was going to suck the beastman dry!

I jumped up and desperately tried to cram my spiritual entity back into my brain.

But the next second, a loud crash came from the kitchen.

Bang!

I was screwed.

Chapter 5

I scrambled to the kitchen door on hands and knees, and a rich milky scent hit me head-on.

…The sight was too awful to look at.

The beastman lay on the floor, pale and limp. The breast pump had fallen off to one side. Before passing out, he had probably still been trying to keep working. His chest was wet, and sweet, fragrant milk had spilled into a small puddle on the floor.

This poor guy looked to be in really bad shape. He had probably been trying his best to squeeze out more milk, but his weakness had left him unable to keep up. There had only been a pitiful few drops in the pump to begin with, and now even those had spilled.

The tiny kitchen was a complete wreck.

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My mind raced.

My spiritual power… had my spiritual power gone into the kitchen just now?

If it really went crazy sucking, someone could actually die!

This beastman…

He didn’t die in my house, did he?

Help… I didn’t want to deal with another corpse!

Chapter 6

I crouched in the kitchen for a long time before I finally found the courage to face all this.

At the very least, at the very least, I had to clean up the disaster in front of me first.

Otherwise, if anyone saw this, even if every one of my tentacles grew a mouth, I still wouldn’t be able to explain myself!

I gently gathered the beastman into my arms. His head lolled back limply into the crook of my elbow, the ears covered in short, soft fur drooping weakly, his lips white as paper.

…His chest, his chest was really in terrible shape.

[Carry him to the bathtub and let him soak in nutrient solution. He’s too weak. Poor thing.]

That was what my spiritual entity said.

My spiritual entity was named Kraken. It had eight brains. Two of them had lazy written on them, three had greedy, and one was filled with nothing but dirty thoughts.

It was hard to imagine this thing would ever voluntarily offer such a responsible suggestion.

I took off the beastman’s damp, clingy shirt and gently lowered him into the warm water in the tub.

Oh. Now I knew why Kraken had taken the initiative.

This cow really was extraordinarily gifted.

A firm, taut waist and abdomen, full, broad pecs, sensuous rounded thighs…

Hunger and weakness had hollowed in his stomach, which only made his impressive chest stand out even more.

Full, plump, soft, and delicious-looking.

Just as I was staring blankly, a tentacle had already slipped beneath the water and started toward the little red berry atop the snowy mound…

“Hands off! Don’t get horny!”

I shouted and threw a thunderous punch. Bam! Bam!

The tentacle got smacked, slithered away all flat and squashed, and was promptly pinned under my butt.

That was close. Another second, and my spiritual entity would have turned into a total pervert, half-beaten to death and still trying to suck on big boobs!

I considered myself an honorable gentleman. Right now, what I ought to be doing was worrying about the beastman’s condition and preparing a healing nutrient solution for him.

I poured the pink nutrient solution into the bathtub, where it swallowed up his milk-pale skin. The beastman’s brows drew together faintly, giving him a different sort of fragile charm.

A faint rustling came from near my feet. Looking down, I saw the tentacle tracing words on the floor with wet drips.

[His butt is so firm and perky]

Take this!

I twisted around and stuffed Kraken straight into the toilet.

I was so caught up in beating it that I forgot all about the world around me.

“Mm…”

A soft moan.

The Cow Beastman woke up.