Free Isekai Reproduction Life with an Endangered Demi-Human Onee-san in the Forest of Certain Death ~My Mental Stat Is Pathetically Weak, But After Transferring, I’ll Live for Myself This Time~ - Chapter 95: Milk Purchase

Chapter 95: Milk Purchase

I came to Madame Django’s shop (The Silent Okama) with Karin to pick slaves. One guy, Halcrift, got the boot early. We’ll never hear his name again.

He was a total no-go, but the other slaves? Madame’s talent-scouting shines—each has pros and cons, making it tough to choose. Picking people is hard.

I was worried about narrowing it down, but talking more gave me enough to judge.

“Argalo-san, no connection this time.”

“Hmph, shame.”

Argalo wanted freedom in six months to a year. I’m planning years-long contracts, so total mismatch. My bad.

“No, I didn’t clarify conditions. Don’t worry, sorry.”

“Nah, answering was fresh, kinda fun. Catch you around.”

“I’ll treat you then.”

Argalo’s chill, kid-friendly vibe surprised me. A berserker on the battlefield? Wild. Shame, he was solid.

We narrowed it to three, then cut one more.

“Shazus-san, sorry.”

“What?! I thought I’d make it!”

She pouts, grumbling. That’s the issue.

Shazus was appealing: bright, ex-adventurer, kid-loving, small size for low costs.

“Idiot! Dummy!”

She shrieks.

Her foul mouth and brutal honesty are the problem. Probably not a bad person, but she blurts everything. Kids might mimic her, and constant complaints would tank the vibe. Group life needs better.

“G-rank adventurer slaves are rare! You’ll regret this!”

True, talent’s valuable. But no consideration for others? Out. Group living demands it.

“Too loud.”

See? If dear Bes says so, I’d defy an emperor.

“Hire me… argh!”

Zzt zzt.

A milder shock than Halcrift’s. Shazus crouches, glaring tearfully. Stirs my sadistic side a bit. Gotta resist.

“Madame Django, please.”

“Understood. She was recommended, but…”

“Seems like a bad fit.”

Django gives a wry smile, dragging a resentful Shazus away.

Two remain: Maia Bezuna and Luna Kress.

Their common trait? Minimal downsides.

Sounds basic, but it’s key. Sure, standout talent matters sometimes, but a violent or tactless person is draining long-term. Group life and teamwork need low-drama types.

Now to pick one…

“Maia-chan’s got big boobs.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing!”

Oops, my real thoughts. Cough cough.

Honestly, Maia’s still in, but she’s iffy as a guard. Housework’s nice, but I’d hire a maid for that. Boobs are great, though.

No choice, gotta let her go. Karin and the kids need real protection. No personal bias.

“Maia-san, no connection this time…”

“No! I’ll work hard! Please!”

Her desperate, teary plea hurts. Let’s check with Django.

“Is her type rare?”

“No, Bovine Tribe stock’s plentiful. Her traits are standard, no added value.”

“Ugh…”

Ouch, harsh. My question was blunt, but still.

Maia slumps, dejected.

“Bovines eat a lot, raising costs. This one eats especially much.”

Wait, trying to offload her? Maia glares, but Django’s unfazed. Who’d buy with that pitch?

“But we can discount her. She’s cooperative, charming, strong, sturdy, and rarely complains. Solid labor.”

“I am! I’ll work tons! I can serve at night too!”

Tempting…

That’s pure slave mindset—exploitable, convenient, but okay?

“First-time discount, how about it?”

No impulse buys. Long-term contracts mean taking responsibility for lives. Compromising’s unfair to her. Gotta pass.

“Sorry, I’ll pass on Maia.”

“Very well.”

Django leads her away, her face despairing. Some backstory there? Sorry.

Now, Luna’s left…

“I’ll give milk!”

Maia shouts.

What did she say?

“I’ll give milk! Drink as much as you want! Buy me, please!”

Name your price.

“What are you saying?”

…Whoa, I almost lost it. Hold up. Can I legally breastfeed?

“Madame Django, explain?”

“Bovine Tribe have cow traits, so some produce milk, varying by individual.”

Makes sense, beastmen and all.

“Is drinking it normal?”

“No… infants do, but for adult men, it’s abnormal. This one produces excessively due to overeating, a hassle.”

That’s a perk for me! Leaking constantly? Don’t waste resources!

“It’s not abnormal! Some humans like it! My village has a legend of a human drinking Bovine milk becoming a hero!”

“Such deviants are rare. Don’t disrespect the client!”

Sorry for being a deviant.

“Ouch!”

Zzt zzt. Maia crumples from the shock. Hurts to see. Not used to this.

“Madame Django, enough.”

“My apologies for her rudeness. I’ll discipline her.”

“No, no. Her words made me reconsider.”

“Really!?”

Jiggly cow boobs, night service, all-you-can-drink milk. Divine mandate to buy.

“Are you sure?”

Hey, I’m not judging your tastes, so let’s respect each other.

Gotta play it cool.

“Yes. We might have many babies soon, so constant milk supply helps.”

True, eventually.

“I see. Bezuna, can you produce daily?”

“No problem! Gushing with nutrients! Not just for babies… if you take responsibility…”

“Stop being selfish!”

I stop Django from zapping her.

“It’s fine. Responsibility? I’m not marrying.”

I’m full with demi-humans and Karin. Does it count as marriage? Whatever, feelings matter.

“Not that! Just… feed me lots! My village exiled me for eating too much! I hate starving in a cramped room! Feed me, I’ll do anything! I’ll repay with milk!”

That’s her dream?

A perfect dogeza. Incredible—hunger can crush pride like that? It’s rare, almost inspiring.

“Karin, would a housework helper ease your load?”

“Yes, greatly. I’m busy with the kids, and if you buy more slaves, a dedicated caretaker for them would help.”

Good point, missed that. Smart.

“Well done, Karin. Thanks.”

“I’m glad. But… I’m sorry, I’m not ready yet.”

She jiggles her chest, frustrated.

“No rush, it’s fine.”

“I appreciate your kindness.”

Kindness? Also, “not ready yet”… she’s planning that? Need to talk to someone.

“You’ll buy?”

“Yes, I’ll purchase milk.”

“Thank you! Maia will work hard, eat tons, and make tasty milk for Master!”

Not so loud!

“Is Bovine milk tasty?”

“No idea. If it was, it’d be more popular.”

Don’t give me that look.

“It’s delicious! Sweet with deep richness, slight bitterness, and acidity—complex!”

Like coffee?

She looks offended. You drank your own? Perpetual motion machine. It’s bodily fluid… yeah, I’m a deviant.

“Karin, don’t tell Silvia.”

“Understood.”

Gotta hush Karin. Silvia already thinks I’m weird—this would tank me. Not stopping, though. Karin’s forgiving—bad-guy-making nun.

“Kei, still long?”

Better she doesn’t know. Fewer the better.

“Thank you for your purchase. Due to our errors, a discount. What about Luna Kress?”

Right, Luna’s still here, stone-faced through the comedy, standing rigid, eyes empty. Total contrast to Maia. I’m set to buy her too, but let’s ask more.