Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

Early in the morning I was visiting a cowhouse in my castle with a bucket in both hands.

When I say cowshed, I just lay pasture in one of the rooms in the castle and let Holstaurus live freely in it.

As Chloe said, the Holstauros and the others were very submissive, and when I told them that this was the room they lived in, they had never done a step from it, and they were free to take a nap or eat grass or vegetables.

The only problem is this every morning.

"Yes, in order ~"

And the moment I say it, Holstaurus and the others come to me and kill me.

Everyone pushes their breasts on the pampers uniformly, and acts of courtship.

"Momomo"

I remove the leather bra that holds Holstaurus' chest and milk one head at a time.

Milk erupts with great momentum from the breasts stretched out on my breasts, giving me a sweet scent.

Holstauros looking delightfully at the state of it.

Chloe said Holstaurus seems to like having his favorite males milk him the most.

The milking of monsters with little to no appearance with humans is a very dangerous painting.

Besides, this milking can only be done by admitted males, and even if others do it, they only get out a little bit.

I don't think so, when I look at the milk that blows up the view.

One of these days, Holstaurus, who has become impatient, removes his bra himself and pushes his breasts against my face.

"Wait, your order is not yet!

"Momo!

He's holding my head and pushing his exposed breasts against my face.

This is the behavior of wanting you to drink, which is one of the expressions of affection.

In human terms, it's an act like kissing, and Holstaurus wants to give his milk to a male of his choice.

"It's what everyone drinks, so you can't let me talk to you!

That's what I tell you, but I'm excited, so I can't stop.

I can't help it, so the milk on the right is for everyone, so I squeeze it into a bucket and try to only smoke the milk on the left side.

"Mo...... mo......"

Ringing with a tranced look. It was such a glossy squeal that I didn't think I could speak a very human language.

But doing this raises the problem.

One head does the same thing for the rest of us.

Until I got milked all over and freed, it's been over an hour lately.

Bad touch, but this milk is super sweet and good.

I can drink as much as I want. It has a sweetness like condensed milk, yet it is neither persistent nor hard.

If it is nutritious, it is also possible to snort that it is traded at high prices in the market.

It's just a matter of time before I get diabetes.

Will you be able to treat me even if I have lifestyle disease in this world?

There is no dream or hope of insulin injection in the fantasy world.

"This is too much for you every day."

I carry two milk buckets in my hands, one big bucket in my back, and head to the dining room with milk to my stomach.

The kitchen...... not beautiful enough to say, but there Holstaurus was putting on an apron to prepare breakfast.

"Was there another head here, too?"

I put the bucket down and touch my chest to milk it.

Really soft and good.

You may be tending to bread with milk, but it is also very good to have marshmallow tits that sink everywhere if you touch them with your hands like this.

What about a leather bra to expose your chest after a little chill? Unlike the rest of this guy, he's wearing a lace or something luxurious...

When I gave him that thought, there was Chloe with a troubled face there.

"Is that it?"

"It's not that, king. Don't touch people's breasts too much."

"Wow, sorry!

I finally realized I was trying to milk Chloe, not Holstaurus.

"You're squeezing too much milk. My breasts aren't that big."

Chloe laughs at Couscous for saying that. If this were Orion or Sophie, he would definitely have been punched to the point of skull implantation.

Chloe has a gentle grin when she says she rubbed her tits all over her, and feels like such a merciful mother, paying gentle attention to child mischief.

I want some Ponky Sister to apprentice me.

"No, I'm so sorry"

"Ugh, troubled king. You don't have to use reverence for your people."

"No, still."

"Respect is important, but it's not necessary for you."

"Damn, I think I've been told the same thing before"

"If it's difficult, you can think of me as your mom. Are you the type to use salutations for your family?

"No, I won't use it,"

"Then you can call me Mom."

"I can't. Even though Freya's here."

"Mmm... then I'll tell everyone the king tried to squeeze my tits"

That's troublesome. It's a lot over. Even though they have sketches and rettels on them, I think they'll all start walking around the castle in full-armor form in armor on the day they get a nickname for milking demons.

"Okay, Marma, yes"

Chloe prompts me happily when she does.

I'm not teasing you. I guess you're the type who wants to spoil nature and people.

This is the type of woman who totally cripples a man.

"Yes, Marma"

"Ma, ma"

I can't hear you - I'm holding my hand in my ear. I think I'd be happy if I did that.

"Mom."

I've never called my mother a mom, so I'm going to die of embarrassment.

"Yes, yes, mama, mama"

"It's unclean!

Next to the kitchen, a R warrior in a bikini and a poncho cleric in a bikini slip through with a frightened face and angry voice. I feel like the two of you who shouldn't have asked me the most.

Chloe took my hand and smiled.

"Yes, well done. It's my mom."

I smile.

Yeah, angel, I think it's got an archangel Chloe or something like that on it.

Probably confronted Gabrielle or something merciful. It seems mythical.

Thinking about such a silly thing, I smelled good potage from the pan that was on fire.

Chloe was very good at cooking and saddened that it was good to hire her because she cooked a wide variety of ingredients with very few.

It's great to be able to cook.

Chloe stirs potage around her nose to keep the pan from scorching, adding freshly squeezed fresh milk.

"It's massive today, too, King"

"Holstaurus' milk is a lie. You can't squeeze or squeeze every day."

"That's because Holstaurus is in love."

"Love?"

"Yeah, Holstaurus is in a mild state of excitement every day because everyone likes kings and won't like them. That's the easiest way to make milk in your body."

"Ho, ho."

"And since you've come to this castle, you don't have to worry about being attacked by male minotaurs, so it's a lot less stressful,"

"Really... by the way, can holstaurus and humans reproduce?

"Yeah, just a little. But the rate of implantation of heterogeneous mating is low, so the king has to work hard."

What!? I almost screamed, but realized it was a snake and shut my mouth.

How does it feel to have your own child coming from the belly of a monster? The look of Holstaurus barely engages with humans, so I'm not that uncomfortable, but if I were to have a child, would I treat that child as a son or daughter?

I never thought about mating with non-human beings, but I guess that's possible in this world.

When Chloe quenches the pan fire, she puts the fermented bread dough she uses for breakfast in the stone shank.

"You can make your own bread."

"Yeah, it's fuzzy because it's made of delicious milk and fresh eggs."

When Chloe breaks one of the baked breads, the white hot air rises and the good smell of freshly baked bread spreads.

Apply homemade cream there and Chloe will hand it to me.

"It's a cream pan."

"Thanks"

You don't have to eat this, it's definitely delicious.

When I cheek the freshly baked cream bread, the warmth of the bread and the sweetness of the cream spreads through my mouth.

Oh, delicious. Excellent. Cream dissolved in warm bread. The plump and soft bread melts away leaving a fragrant smell just touching the tongue without chewing.

It may be an exaggeration when it comes to superb cream bread, etc., but it would definitely drop your cheeks when it is used as a cream bread, etc.

"I think I can take this money"

"Really?

Was my eating funny? Chloe laughs couscous.

"So if we can get people into the hot springs, shall we sell them?"

"Oh, this cream bread and holstaurus milk would be a sign product"

As the two of us were discussing it, Lily came as she shrugged her nose.

"It smells delicious."

"The cat smelled like bread."

"Yes, and Lily, please."

"Here you go."

Lily groans happily when she hits the bread.

When I flatten it with a pepper, I make my hand a pepper.

I think this trick is really catty.

"It was delicious."

"Approximately."

Chloe laughing like the Virgin Mary.

Then Lily starts sniffing.

"What's wrong with you?

"Mm-hmm. Something smells like milk."

"Oh, maybe it's me. I just milked it."

"So what?

When Lily puts her nose closer to me, she frowns.

"Kings stink a little."

"Really?

If I put my arm close to my nose, it does smell a little muddy or sweaty like that.

"Ugh, sure. That's funny. I've been taking a bath every day since the spa."

"Maybe it doesn't smell like a king. The smell of the cows has shifted."

"Uh, I see. They didn't take a bath."

"I usually take a bath or something. If left alone, the smell will get worse."

Sure. I always wipe my chest clean. Other than that, that's the problem.

"Have someone take a bath"

"What if the king doesn't wash you?

"You just have a problem when a man washes it."

"I think I care too much."

Will you ask Orion and Sophie, Freya, who seem free here?

After breakfast, I asked the Orions to take a bath of Holstaurus.

"I guess I should let him in every day, but he's got a lot of numbers, so I don't know."

Oh, my God. Me in the castle courtyard.

Cane, the firewood breaks along with the cane and the chopped good sound.

But after a while.

"Mooooooo!"

"Oh, wait a minute here!

"Wait, don't run away!

I hear an unpleasant noise from inside the dota and castle.

"Mowowow!"

Holstaurus squealed and popped outside with bubbles all over his body.

And Orion, Sophie, and Freia run behind it with a single transparent shirt.

Look at that. Just face it.

"Freya... you... have you already fallen on that side?

That side is commonly referred to as Orion, Sophie's pompous set.

"Hey, king. I went that way. Catch me!

"Saki, these guys are getting away so much!

Deck brush A pair of ponchos in one hand and frightened holstauros.

Everyone hurries around behind me, moaning sadly.

"Why are you so scared just to wash it!

"That's... dropping it in a hot bath by mistake a little bit"

"Well, I just flunked my tail all I wanted."

"I just gassed with a brush because I had beautiful skin on my monster's kushi!

... you guys.

It floated easily where these guys were making fun of me.

"He really hates it when we do it. I had a lot of trouble getting him out of my room."

"Yeah, they won't listen to us."

"What if you did it already?

"That's not good. Picturesque......"

But that's no way to look at a frightened Holstaurus.

Sigh one thing, make a call.

Then Totetoth and all Holstaurus follow behind, like a duck child.

"Oh, he's a demon."

We arrived in the bathroom, thinking it didn't look that big.

The bathroom has been renovated many times by Simons, so there are four that are quite splendid.

It had a huge stone bath and a wooden bath, plus a hot water pulled to make it look like a shower, open air bath in udder water and a bath that was probably so full that even a massive chariot could not see it.

Simply built strippers were littered with leather bras and trousers worn by the Holstauros and were terrible.

"This is terrible"