Climax Trainer, Mansion X!

Yeonwoo, already writhing in agony, was met with pure terror in the form of a staff member approaching him with a sharp syringe.  Pale and trembling, Yeonwoo tried to pull his body back with all his might, but it was a laughably weak resistance.

The staff member roughly grabbed Yeonwoo’s chest, slapping it a few times with his palm before mercilessly plunging the sharp needle in.

“Ah, aagh… It hurts, ah, please, n-no…”

Focused solely on the act of injecting, the staff member pushed the plunger all the way down, injecting all the drug into Yeonwoo’s body. Yeonwoo could only watch as the unknown, transparent liquid was injected into him.

The staff member crossed his arms, stood in front of Yeonwoo, and glanced at his wristwatch. Five minutes. The time it took for the drug to take effect.  Watching Yeonwoo breathe heavily, his cheeks flushed, the man endured the boredom until exactly five minutes had passed, then approached Yeonwoo again.

“Let’s see how well the milk comes out, shall we?”

The staff member, embracing Yeonwoo—now essentially a dairy cow—from behind, squeezed his swollen breasts full of liquid with both hands.

“Agh! Aaah, hhaa, ah…!”

Tsss! A thin, white liquid squirted forcefully from his nipples. Yeonwoo’s eyes widened as he stared at the milk he’d just sprayed. What, this, this is…!  Yeonwoo trembled at the unimaginable reality of milk coming from his chest.

“It’s coming out well. Now we just have to diligently milk it all out.”

“Uh, hhh, haa! Ah, th-this, here, this is… ah…”

Yeonwoo, whose face had turned pale as if he were about to demand an explanation for what had been done to him, gradually flushed, his mouth twitching slightly as a hot excitement welled up within him.

“It’s a hormone drug. You’ll inevitably go into heat. It’s actually better for milking, so don’t be scared.”

The man kindly explained, seemingly noticing Yeonwoo’s unusual symptoms. Heuk, haa…! Every sensation against his skin began to feel extremely sensitive. Yeonwoo couldn’t even curl up when his stomach hurt, nor could he utter a word of protest despite having been modified to lactate.

“Hh, ah, my body… hhaa, hot… ahhh…”

A milking machine was attached to Yeonwoo’s breasts. The cow in heat was fully prepared to be milked.  Watching Yeonwoo, restless and feverish, unsure what to do with his heated body, the man turned on the milking machine.

Whirr, whirr, the milking machine vibrated, powerfully sucking at Yeonwoo’s chest.  Gurgle, Yeonwoo’s milk was sucked into the transparent container of the milking machine.

“Hh, aang! Ah, ah, aaaang…!”

Yeonwoo closed his eyes and moaned. The excessive stimulation was like violence. It was a soft yet powerful pressure, like being squeezed by hand.  Squeeze, squirt! White milk flowed through the tube and began to collect in a glass bottle placed on the floor.

[Yeonwoo Milk♡]

The glass bottle, tagged with a cute, kindergarten-like font, was now destined to be filled with Yeonwoo’s milk and sold at auction. While Yeonwoo dutifully played the role of a dairy cow, the staff member began setting up a camera to record a video to be provided to the auction winner.

“Aang! Ah, hhaaak, ang!”

Yeonwoo’s face flushed as he cried out loudly. His face, devoid of any trace of pain, seemed to perceive even the squeezing of his breasts as a caress.

“What a perverted cow. I’ll have to milk him every day.”

Chuckling, the staff member set up the camera directly in front, capturing Yeonwoo’s face and chest. The black, gleaming lens was thrust right in front of Yeonwoo, but he was too preoccupied with his sensitized breasts, busy moaning.

“Hh, ik, hik, coming, aang, I, hhaaa…”

Perhaps due to the strong aphrodisiac, his first orgasm came quickly.  Yeonwoo, whose breasts were being squeezed rhythmically, ended up ejaculating without even being penetrated.  Glug, glug, Yeonwoo’s opaque semen flowed through the tube in his urethra, inevitably heading towards his rear.

“K, hik, huik…!”

But Yeonwoo didn’t thrash around in fear like before. His body was hot and tingling. Every time his breasts were squeezed, his head spun, and moans of “Haaang!” escaped his lips.  At this moment, Yeonwoo was only consumed by the intense pleasure of having his milk extracted. Stimulation was pleasure, pain was pleasure.  Huuii…!  His eyes rolled back, his tongue lolling out.

“Hehehe. The drug is working well. The milk… is flowing nicely too.”

By now, he was completely adapted to the milking parlor. The staff member pulled back the curtain concealing Yeonwoo’s surroundings with one hand.  Only then could the full view of the milking parlor be seen.

“Uh, heh, uhp, uhup…”

If he hadn’t been drugged, if he hadn’t been experiencing orgasms while being milked, it would have been a shocking sight. Just like the first room he saw, this one also had Omegas lined up on both sides of the hallway, diligently being milked.

The cows in the milking parlor, like Yeonwoo, had large milking machines attached to their chests, and their anuses and urethras were connected so they could self-enemas. The only difference was that they all had thick hoses inserted into their mouths, constantly swallowing something.

“Ha, ahng, ah, aaaang!”

Even as Yeonwoo moaned loudly, the Omegas didn’t even glance at him, their faces hazy as they focused on being milked. Hhik, hhihik, Yeonwoo convulsed, his thigh muscles trembling from the incessant pleasure.

“This can cause dehydration. Here, I’ll put this in for you too.”

“Hh, hek, eh, kek…”

The staff member fitted Yeonwoo with a mouth gag to keep his mouth open and pulled a thick hose down from the ceiling, inserting it deep into his mouth.  He secured it with tape to prevent the hose from slipping out, making Yeonwoo indistinguishable from the other cows.

Through the tube inserted into Yeonwoo’s mouth, water to prevent dehydration and a nutrient solution made in the next room for smooth milk production would be dispensed in even intervals.

Beep. The staff member pressed a button on the wall, and water began to trickle down the tube into Yeonwoo’s mouth. Yeonwoo gasped painfully, like someone drowning, ku, hek, kek.

“Swallow it. Gulp it down. Good, keep going.”

The staff member kindly instructed Yeonwoo on how to be a good cow. Yeonwoo began to gulp down the water as instructed. Now, the only sound in the room was the sound of something being diligently swallowed, just like before. Yeonwoo quickly blended in with the other cows in the milking parlor.

“Alright… keep milking, okay? I’ll be back in about… two hours.”

Two hours. Yeonwoo had only been milked for about ten minutes.  It was already this difficult, and he was expected to endure two hours? If Yeonwoo had been in his right mind, he might have whined and protested, but he was too caught up in the immediate pleasure, his eyes glazed over like a bitch in heat, chest thrust out, focused solely on being handled.

Oh dear. The staff member shook his head slightly. After checking the camera and squeezing Yeonwoo’s breasts a few times to ensure the milk was flowing well, he left the room with a smile.

Now, only the cows, injected with aphrodisiacs and being milked, remained in the room, diligently engaged in their labor.

*

Creak, the door opened with a chilling sound. The staff member entered the milking room, looking at the tablet in his hand.

“Hmm… Presentation Room. I need to move quickly.”

After checking Yeonwoo’s schedule on the tablet, the staff member put it in his back pocket and looked up. The cows in the milking parlor were all diligently producing milk with the same expressions and postures.  Their unfocused eyes stared into space, their chest muscles twitching. The sounds of gulping and the whirring of the milking machines echoed in the quiet room.

“Uh, up, up, huu…”

The hoses descending from the ceiling had stopped dispensing water and started dispensing nutrient solution, as the opaque semen produced in the next room was steadily being fed into the cows’ mouths.

“Uh, kek, huu!”

The fishy semen flowed down their throats without a chance to be tasted, permeating their bodies. Even though it wasn’t semen from a living dick, the effect was potent. The Omegas, forcibly driven into heat by the pheromones, their skin tingling, wandered in a state of bliss, tears streaming down their faces.

“Yeonwoo. Our dairy cow. Let’s see how much you’ve produced.”

The staff member went to Yeonwoo’s station and checked the milk container. Fortunately, Yeonwoo seemed to be a good milker, as his udder contained enough milk for the buyer to drink their fill.

“Uh, up, up, hau, uu! Uu…”

Pop, the milking machine that had been firmly attached to Yeonwoo’s chest detached. The suction cups, stuck fast with sweat and milk, left large red marks on Yeonwoo’s chest.

“Uh, hup, haa! Ah, hek, cough, huh…”

When the hose in Yeonwoo’s mouth was removed, his tongue stuck out, eager to lap up the Alpha’s semen dripping from the tip.

“No. You’ve had plenty to eat.”

At the staff member’s words, Yeonwoo’s face crumpled with a whimper, and he lowered his head. The staff member examined Yeonwoo’s breasts. His once flat chest was now swollen and large enough to fill his hand. And from the nipples, pierced and stretched by needles, having lost their beautiful color and shape, white milk droplets were forming and falling.

“Is there still some left?”

The staff member grinned. It was a ray of light in his tedious, repetitive work.  With a lewd expression, the man crouched down below Yeonwoo and inhaled deeply.  Sweet, warm air filled his nostrils.  Huu, the scent of milk…  He brought his face close enough for his breath to touch the nipples and opened his mouth wide.

“Uh, haaaang! Ah, ahhuu, ak…!”

Tsss! The man’s thick hands roughly kneaded and pulled at Yeonwoo’s breasts.  He squeezed them powerfully with both hands, pushing from the outside in, forcing them towards his mouth.

Mmm, mm… Thin streams of milk poured into the man’s mouth. He squeezed Yeonwoo’s breasts haphazardly, eager to drink his fill of the freshly expressed milk.

“Hhuuk, ang! Ah, good, ah, uhng, haak…”

As his swollen breasts were squeezed with a force even stronger than the milking machine, Yeonwoo threw his head back and moaned.  The staff member, after thoroughly milking the remaining milk from Yeonwoo’s weakened, limp body, licked his plump breasts clean with his tongue, greedily consuming every last drop before standing up.

“Uh, ung… ung…”

Drip, drop. Yeonwoo weakly exhaled, dripping diluted milk mixed with the man’s saliva onto the floor. An Omega, tied up and pathetically leaking milk. The man looked Yeonwoo over with a vulgar gaze.  That bastard husband is lucky, he thought with a tinge of jealousy, before undoing Yeonwoo’s restraints one by one.

“Ah, hauk, ah…”

Yeonwoo flinched and tried to compose his limbs, which were tingling from being tightly bound. The staff member gently lifted Yeonwoo and placed him on the floor.

“Th-there… ah, sob, sob…”

Yeonwoo, lying on his side on the floor, struggled to prop himself up on his hands and knees and grabbed the man’s pant leg.  With tears welling up in his beautiful eyes, he looked up at the staff member, rubbing his hips against the floor and twisting his waist.

“My stomach, it hurts, sob, inside, ah…”

It was no wonder his stomach hurt, having been continuously filled with his own fluids.  It might have been bearable while he was greedily drinking Alpha semen while having his milk extracted. But the staff member had no interest in the cow’s trivial suffering.

“Tsk, go pee over there.”

Busy cleaning Yeonwoo’s station, the staff member nudged him with his foot, vaguely gesturing towards a corner of the room. Sob, uhhuu, it hurts, it hurts… Yeonwoo crawled towards the corner, tears streaming down his face from sadness and pain.  In the corner, there was a drainage area for the cows. It was a necessary fixture, as the cows sometimes urinated or vomited in shock after seeing milk come from their breasts.

“Uht, h-here, I do it here? Ah, sob, uck!”

But it didn’t look like a place meant for humans. There was no privacy screen, and it wasn’t a proper toilet. Just a plastic basin placed on the floor. Yeonwoo, despite his agonizing stomach pain, still seemed oblivious to the situation, whimpering.

The staff member didn’t answer. Yeonwoo bit his lower lip, looking back and forth between the staff member and the basin. Saliva dripped from his mouth.  It hurt now, his rear, filled with his own fluids, hurt so much he could barely stand it. I don’t want to, here, I don’t want to…  Sniffling, unsure what to do, Yeonwoo finally crouched over the basin.