The apartment looked like the aftermath of a dessert-themed hurricane.
Empty two-liter cartons stood in uneven rows along the kitchen counter like fallen soldiers. The floor still had sticky patches despite two hasty mop sessions. The air was thick with the lingering sweetness of milk, sweat, and the faint musk of multiple bodies that had spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours in extremely close proximity.
Haruto woke slowly, pinned under a warm, heavy blanket of limbs.
Mika's thigh was slung across his hips like she was claiming territory even in sleep. Aiko's head rested on his chest, dark hair fanned out, one hand loosely curled around his wrist. Reiko lay curled against his left side, breathing slow and even, her full breasts pressed softly against his ribs. Yuna and Rin had somehow ended up lower—each claiming one of his legs, faces tucked against his thighs like contented kittens.
He stared at the ceiling for a long minute, listening to the soft, synchronized breathing around him.
The system screen materialized silently, glowing pale blue in the dim morning light filtering through the half-closed blinds.
**[Current Status – Level 6 – Dairy Sovereign]**
**[Harem Count: 5 / ?]**
**[Resource Status: Liquid reserves – 8.4 L remaining]**
**[Aura Radius: 15 m (Dampening on cooldown: 3 hr 47 min remaining)]**
**[New Passive Effect Active: Lactation Induction (Group) – All bonded targets currently producing at +32% baseline. Total daily output estimate: 4.8–6.2 L (self-sustaining threshold approaching).]**
**[Alert: External inquiry spike detected. Building manager left voicemail at 03:14. Neighbor complaint logged at 04:22 ("persistent sweet odor and noise"). Risk level: Elevated.]**
**[Urgent Recommendation: Secure larger supply chain. Local retail restocking frequency insufficient for current consumption rate.]**
Haruto exhaled slowly through his nose.
They couldn't keep raiding the corner konbini every twelve hours. The cashier uncle already looked at them like they were running an underground milk cult. One more bulk purchase and someone was definitely calling the health department—or worse, social media.
Aiko stirred first.
She lifted her head, blinked sleepily, then smiled the lazy, predatory smile that always meant trouble.
"Morning, Sovereign," she purred, voice still rough from earlier cries. She stretched deliberately, breasts sliding against his chest, nipples already beading with fresh milk. "Feeling regal yet?"
"Feeling like we need a plan that doesn't end with us getting evicted or arrested," Haruto muttered.
Mika cracked one eye open. "Evicted? Nah. Reiko owns the building. Right?"
Reiko made a small, affirmative hum without fully waking.
Yuna mumbled into Haruto's thigh, "We could… buy a cow?"
Rin giggled softly—the sound surprisingly bright for someone half-asleep. "Not in a fourth-floor walk-up."
Haruto sat up carefully, untangling limbs without waking everyone at once. "We need more milk. A lot more. And we need it delivered. Discreetly. Before the aura comes off cooldown and half the building starts knocking again."
Aiko propped herself on one elbow. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Online bulk order?" Mika suggested.
"Too traceable," Reiko said, finally opening her eyes. She sat up, sheet pooling around her waist, exposing the soft swell of her belly and the steady trickle from both nipples. "And delivery drivers talk. We need a supplier who won't ask questions."
Silence fell for a moment.
Then Yuna sat up suddenly, eyes wide. "Wait. My cousin."
Everyone looked at her.
"Second cousin, actually," Yuna clarified quickly. "Runs a small organic dairy farm just outside the city. Like… forty-five minutes by cab. They supply boutique cafés and some gyms. Small batches, high quality, no big corporate oversight. He's kind of a hippie but super discreet."
Aiko's grin widened. "Perfect."
Haruto rubbed his temples. "We can't just show up and say 'hey, we need like fifty liters a week because magical milk system.'"
Yuna bit her lip. "I could… call him? Say it's for a… group project? Or a new café idea?"
Rin tilted her head. "He'd believe that?"
"He believes anything if you bring him good weed and tell him it's for 'artistic expression,'" Yuna said sheepishly.
Mika barked a laugh. "I like this cousin already."
Reiko stood, stretching, breasts swaying heavily. Milk droplets fell in slow motion to the floor. "Then we go today. Before the dampening runs out and we start a neighborhood orgy by accident."
Haruto looked around at five naked, milk-streaked, extremely determined women.
He sighed the sigh of the utterly defeated. "Fine. But we go in shifts. Small group. No… incidents on the farm."
Aiko leaned in and kissed his cheek. "No promises."
Two hours later—after the fastest group shower in history, three outfit changes to find something that could contain everyone's new proportions, and one very awkward phone call from Yuna—Haruto, Aiko, Yuna, and Mika were crammed into the back of an UberXL heading out of Bengaluru.
Reiko and Rin stayed behind to "guard the fort" and clean up before the building manager showed up with more complaints.
The driver kept glancing in the rearview mirror.
He didn't say anything, but his nostrils kept flaring like he was trying to identify the smell that had followed them into the car.
Yuna sat pressed against Haruto's side, fidgeting. "He's gonna ask why we need so much."
Aiko, on Haruto's other side, squeezed his thigh. "We tell him the truth. Sort of. Say we're doing a… wellness retreat. Milk cleanse. People pay stupid money for that shit."
Mika snorted from the window seat. "Yeah. 'Detox your aura with premium Holstein essence.' He'll eat it up."
The farm sat on the edge of a small village—green fields, a few sheds, a modest two-story house with solar panels on the roof. A hand-painted sign read "Sattva Dairy – Pure. Local. Conscious."
Yuna's cousin—Rohan—was waiting at the gate. Mid-twenties, dreadlocks tied back, linen shirt, easy smile. He smelled faintly of patchouli and cow.
"Yuna! Long time!" He hugged her, then looked at the rest of the group. His gaze lingered—first on Aiko's barely-contained chest, then Mika's athletic frame and obvious assets, then Haruto. "And friends. Big friends."
Yuna launched into the rehearsed story. "We're starting this… wellness collective. Milk-based fasting retreat thing. Need a steady supply. Like… a lot. Discreet. Cash."
Rohan raised an eyebrow. "How much is 'a lot'?"
Haruto cleared his throat. "To start… maybe two hundred liters a week? And scaling up."
Rohan whistled. "That's… commercial volume. You sure you're not opening a secret ice-cream factory?"
Aiko stepped forward, smile sweet and dangerous. "Think of it as… exclusive client subscription. We pay premium. No questions. Direct delivery to the city twice a week."
Rohan studied them for a long moment.
Then he shrugged. "Cash up front for the first month and I don't care if you're bathing in it or feeding it to aliens. Come see the setup."
He led them past the sheds.
The cows were beautiful—sleek, calm, grazing in small paddocks. The milking parlor was spotless, modern equipment humming quietly.
Rohan gestured proudly. "We can do pasteurized, non-homogenized, A2 protein only if you want the fancy stuff. I've got a tank that holds five hundred liters. I can fill your order tomorrow morning if you leave a deposit."
Mika leaned close to Haruto and whispered, "I want to lick the tank."
Haruto elbowed her.
Aiko, meanwhile, had wandered over to one of the cows. She reached out, stroked its flank. The cow turned its head and regarded her calmly.
Then Aiko's eyes widened.
The system pinged—quiet, private, just for Haruto.
**[Hidden Trigger Detected: Bovine Proximity + User Aura Resonance]**
**[New Potential Unlock: Animal-Mediated Upgrade Channeling – Preliminary scan indicates compatible essence transfer vector.]**
**[Would you like to attempt experimental bonding? Y/N]**
Haruto stared at the notification.
Then at Aiko.
Then at the cow.
He selected N. Firmly. Twice.
No. They were not going there. Not today. Not ever.
Aiko turned back to him, eyes gleaming. "Did you just get a popup?"
"Maybe."
She grinned wider. "We're definitely coming back."
They left with a handshake deal, a twenty-thousand-rupee deposit in cash (mostly from Reiko's emergency landlord fund), and a promise of first delivery tomorrow afternoon.
The ride back was quiet at first.
Then Mika broke the silence.
"So… are we gonna talk about how all our tits started leaking harder the second we stepped onto the farm?"
Yuna nodded vigorously. "Mine too. Like… sympathetic lactation."
Aiko leaned her head on Haruto's shoulder. "System's evolving. Probably because we're consuming so much. It's adapting."
Haruto closed his eyes. "Great. Next it'll want us to start a literal harem dairy farm."
Mika laughed. "Don't tempt fate."
Back at the apartment, Reiko and Rin had managed to make the place look semi-respectable. Fresh sheets. Windows open. A faint citrus cleaner smell barely covering the underlying sweetness.
They celebrated the new supply deal the only way they knew how.
Slow this time. Almost reverent.
They passed a fresh carton around—sipping, kissing, licking spills off skin. Hands roamed lazily. Mouths found nipples, throats, inner thighs. No rush. Just long, rolling waves of pleasure that built and crested and built again.
When they finally collapsed—sated, sticky, smiling—Haruto opened the system one last time.
**[Supply Chain Secured – Tier 1]**
**[Daily Intake Projection: Sustainable at current harem size]**
**[Hidden Parameter Unlocked: Essence Resonance – Proximity to high-purity sources increases passive potency by 15–25%.]**
**[Harem Count: 5 / ?]**
**[New Passive: Adaptive Craving – Bonded targets now instinctively seek optimal consumption timing. Withdrawal symptoms delayed by 48 hours.]**
Aiko curled against him, whispering, "We're just getting started, Sovereign."
Haruto looked around at the sleeping faces—peaceful, flushed, milk still glistening on skin.
He didn't disagree.
Outside, the city lights flickered on.
Somewhere in the distance, a cow lowed.
To be continued in Chapter 7: Home Delivery Heat
(End of Chapter 6)