Milking

Although Electra had said it was time for studying, she began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her bra, and placed her ample bre**ts on my waist.

“Studying? What do you mean by that?!”

“Of course, it’s for the prosperity of Liebenlassia.”

W-What are you doing?!

“What are you doing! Stop it, you h*rlot!”

Just like before, the words I intended to say came out differently from my mouth! The words directed at Electra transformed into the arrogant speech characteristic of Brad in the game.

With practiced ease, she yanked down my pajama pants. As expected, the nickname “Shota-Eater Electra” wasn’t just for show.

Seeing my member, Electra’s serious expression softened, her cheeks flushed red, her eyes drooped, and drool leaked from the corners of her mouth as she completely transformed into a female in heat.

“Your Highness, this is called ‘milking,’ so please remember it well, okay? ♡”

Electra removed her bra, which had been peeking through her open blouse.

As expected of an otome game!

I couldn’t help but catch my breath at the sight of Electra’s beautiful bare skin. Even a side character was endowed with such exquisite beauty…

She crawled towards me on all fours, her full br**sts jiggling with every move.

“I will show you how it’s done, Your Highness, so please watch carefully.”

No, that’s not it!

The face of a vocalist with a red jacket, sunglasses, and short permed hair flashed in my mind.

Electra was a well-educated noble lady from a lower-ranked noble family. She had been strictly raised by her parents, forbidden from playing with other noble boys her age, and devoted herself entirely to her studies.

Perhaps because she grew up without knowing love, she didn’t know how to interact with noble boys her age. The forbidden knowledge she learned from books turned directly into her fetish.

Unfortunately, due to the difference in our social status, Electra and I could never get married. Moreover, according to the hidden settings in ‘Fortune Engage,’ she was meant to be Brad’s sexual relief.

That was just too sad for Electra.

I needed to firmly reject her and support her in finding happiness with a noble boy of her age!

“What you’re trying to do is called a p*izuri, not milking! I’ll show you what real milking looks like!”

I reached out to grab her arm.

“Ah, if you squeeze so hard… ahh ♡”

No!

In my previous life, I had never done anything as lewd as groping a woman’s chest upon first meeting her. I merely intended to take Electra by the hand and lead her to the barn where the fluffy livestock were kept…

I just wanted her to understand that I knew the difference between a p*izuri and milking. But it was too late. As Brad, I had already blurted out those words to Electra.

“It seems that a shameless tutor like you needs to be educated! I’ll make you understand, so prepare yourself!”

“Huh? Your Highness…that’s not good…what skillful moves♡”

I sucked and kneaded Electra’s br**sts, giving in to my desire…

It’s over…….

What a fool I am! I fell for Electra’s provocation and made her understand that this was the real milking…

As if after the act, Electra turned around, put on her bra, buttoned her blouse, straightened up, then turned to face me.

Unable to face her, I sat on the bed in seiza, reflecting on my actions.

If I had angered Electra, I might incur the wrath of my father, the king, and be disinherited and banished at this age.

Being thrown out of the palace penniless at my age would make survival nearly impossible…

“Your Highness, I apologize. This matter…”

Here it comes…

Electra, wearing her characteristic monocle that made her appear strict, stood in front of me, her usual stern expression back in place. Her eyes were filled with seriousness, enough to make even an adult tense up under her gaze.

Fearing she might slap me, I crossed my arms defensively and avoided her eyes.

“I underestimated you, Your Highness. Please forgive my rudeness… To not be passive, but to actively please a woman… To have already acquired such skill at your age. There is only one thing left for me to teach you.”

“What is it? Don’t be coy, tell me!”

As I demanded in a strong tone, Electra’s stern expression changed drastically.

“Yes… it is about making children…♡”

Her transformation was like something out of an eroge—hearts in her eyes.

I was contemplating how to relieve Electra from her role as my personal tutor. Of course, I would do it peacefully and in a way that would make Electra happy.