Chapter 232 – One on One – Samamang (4)

I took out a cow-patterned headband and underwear from my pocket.

Then, I handed the diary to Samamang, who was shocked like a child who had been caught.

“Please satisfy me until the morning sun rises.”

“….”

Samamang froze for a moment, as if something had broken down. Then, he quickly started touching the cow-patterned underwear in his hand, as if he was trying to confirm if it was real.

Then…

“Huh?! Kyaaaaaah!”

Finally, Samamang realized that he had swallowed the underwear I had prepared for him, and he jumped up from his seat.

It was hard to see such a noisy reaction from the usually quiet Samamang, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Did my laughter calm him down? Samamang asked me with a slight reprimand.

“Are you being cruel, Sanggong? Are you really enjoying seeing me embarrassed like this?”

“Of course. I like both the elegant Samamang and the jumping Samamang like now.”

“Ugh! Are you going to keep ignoring my complaints like that?”

Samamang mumbled, trying to hide his embarrassment. But soon, he raised his head and started to argue with an angry voice.

“More importantly, why is this suddenly becoming a story about satisfying you? Isn’t it too sudden?”

Was it his attempt to hide his embarrassment?

It was only at the level of a kitten’s growl, but it was too much to let it go like this.

I stood up from my seat and grabbed Samamang’s wrist, who was holding the underwear.

“Don’t you know?”

“Yes…? No, Sanggong? This hand is…”

“Do you really not know? Samamang? This is really obvious.”

“Yes, yes… I really don’t know. So, what are you going to do with this hand…? If you demand it so strongly, I want to comply with it without thinking…”

I pulled Samamang’s wrist strongly, as his state seemed strange.

Samamang naturally leaned into my arms. I firmly fixed my hand around his slim waist.

So that he couldn’t run away.

“Huh?!”

Was it ticklish? But I had no intention of letting him go.

I pressed my cheek against Samamang’s cheek, who was flinching and lowering his head.

“S-Sanggong…?”

Samamang’s hand was awkwardly waving in the air, unable to push me away or hug me.

Before his momentary hesitation ended, I stretched my neck and whispered in his ear.

“It means that you can make Samamang fall deeply in love with you with that underwear.”

“…What?”

Samamang asked, stopping his flailing hand.

Was it really that unexpected?

“I like Samamang more than my hometown. What’s the point of going back and forth or staying in Kwangdong Province, where I don’t know anyone?”

“But isn’t that just me wrapping the skirt hem around my waist? You have your own work to do, Sanggong…”

I lightly nibbled on Samamang’s ear, as if to say that he shouldn’t interfere with my work.

“What work do I have?”

“Training? You’ve reached a higher level this time, so you should focus on that.”

“Ugh. You know very well what kind of simjang I made, though.”

“….”

Samamang had nothing to say and just pursed his lips.

To me, martial arts were not an end in themselves. They were just a means to project my ideals onto reality.

And there was only one thing I wanted.

“Do you understand? So, don’t feel sorry for the little trouble you’re going to go through for Samamang, and focus on how to make me happier.”

“Are you sure it’s okay with me?”

“There’s nothing that can’t be done. I’m going to step into the skirt hem myself. And above all…”

I took the cow-patterned underwear from Samamang’s hand and gently dropped my body onto him.

“And this. Did you prepare this to show me how you look in it?”

“Ah…”

Samamang lowered his head and mumbled.

“Will you wait outside?”

I waited outside for a moment.

“Come in.”

Samamang’s voice came from inside. I opened the door, and the sound of the latch seemed louder than usual. The interior slowly came into view.

Perhaps the lights had been turned on. The room was now filled with the crimson light of a lamp, not the pale moonlight.

Was it a consideration just for me, who didn’t care whether there was light or not?

The room had a warmer atmosphere than before. And in the center was Samamang.

His slender arms and legs, and his chest and buttocks, which drew a full curve, seemed to strongly assert that he was a woman.

But the real deal was next.

Neatly tied up, his short brown hair was adorned with small horns placed somewhat haphazardly on top.

They didn’t look particularly threatening. They were just small, round horn shapes. But if they were paired with the underwear below, the story would be different.

The spotted breast cover, which emphasized rather than covered the breasts, thanks to the gaping hole in the middle.

Similarly, the spotted crotch area, which was split vertically, was questionable as to whether it could perform its role properly.

The moment Samamang combined with the horns, she transformed into a cow standing in front of me.

Samamang’s face was redder than the flames burning on the lantern. She approached me with small steps and grabbed my fingertips.

“Come this way.”

As if possessed by something, I followed Samamang and arrived at a small desk.

It was a place to serve tea to guests, not a comfortable place to mix our bodies.

I pulled the chair in front of the window, but I ended up sitting on the chair where I originally sat, staring blankly at Samamang’s chest.

I don’t know which part of me was excited, but a white liquid was slowly oozing out of the firm nipples.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the milk droplets hanging from the tip of the nipples.

Perhaps relieved by my reaction, Samamang’s tense expression softened, and her unique warmth returned.

“Before we start, would you like to have your throat moistened, Sanggong?”

“Uh, sure. Actually, I just woke up, so my throat is a bit dry.”

“Ha ha, that’s good to hear. Then…”

Samamang took a teacup out of the nearby cabinet. However, there was no sound of anything else.

Could it be…?

As if to confirm my suspicion, Samamang leaned forward slightly in front of the teacup she had put down, aiming her chest. And then.

“Ugh, huh.”

She began to squeeze the milk herself.

Thump…thump thump….

Her soft breasts twisted according to the shape of her hand rolled into a ball. White liquid dripped from the droplets.

“Uhng…to do this…huk!”

At first, the milk didn’t come out well, but when I caressed her breasts from the outside, it didn’t take long for the milk to spurt out like a water gun.

Squirt, squirt-

Milk sprayed powerfully like a water gun. However, the problem was that it was difficult to aim precisely because I couldn’t see the front due to the lack of visibility.

“Ahng…huh…!”

Half of the desk and even some of my clothes were soaked, but I managed to fill the teacup completely.

Thanks to that, the sweet scent of milk vibrated in my nose.

It was actually quite pleasant.

I opened my mouth with a flushed expression and a moist voice.

“Ha…this is freshly squeezed cow’s milk. I hope it suits your taste, Sanggong.”

“Uh, um. I’ll enjoy it.”

I was taken aback by the sudden milk show, but I quickly regained my composure and accepted the teacup full of milk that Samamang handed me.

The lukewarm temperature felt in my hand.

Of course, it was natural. No matter how freshly squeezed it was, it would be at body temperature at best.

But this was Samamang’s temperature, so it felt a little strange.

I brought the teacup to my lips with a slightly strange feeling.

Gulp, gulp.

The taste was sweet and nutty, filling my mouth.

It was similar to milk, but with a completely different rich flavor. I drank it all without realizing it, feeling a little disappointed when the cup was empty.

Samamang noticed my expression and asked with a faint smile, “Did you want more?”

“Yes. Well, I’d like to have another cup.”

“Then please wait a moment.”

Samamang leaned forward again in front of the teacup.

My heart raced as I waited for her to start squeezing her milk.

“Eight! Eet!”

Samamang only pretended to massage her breasts, not really squeezing out any milk.

“Samamang?”

“Hmm. It’s not coming out well today. Can you help me, Sanggong?”

“Of course. What can I do to help?”

I wondered what she was thinking this time, but Samamang answered in a casual tone.

“Can you squeeze the milk for me?”

Ah, I expected this much.

Before we go to the main event, she wants me to sit and squeeze her milk. She can’t do it alone.

“Since Samamang is asking, of course I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, Sanggong.”

Then Samamang half-bent her waist and stretched her arms behind her back.

Her large breasts, which seemed like they would spill out due to gravity, were clearly visible without any obstruction.

“The cow to be milked is right here.”

Samamang teased me, swaying her upper body as if tempting me. Her breasts bounced, stealing my gaze.

And then she said the last word.

“Moo~”

…I didn’t expect that.

Samamang was more provocative than usual today.