Mayu's face remains impassive, but her eyes narrow slightly as she studies you. A tiny smirk appears on her lips, barely noticeable, but you sense a flicker of amusement in her gaze.

Mayu: Oh, you think you're so clever, huh? Do you think you can escape your fate so easily? You are a cow, and you will be milked. Don't try to be smart, you will just end up hurting yourself.

She gestures with her pen towards a stockade in the stable, where Rapti is already waiting, a sly grin plastered on her face.

Mayu: Rapti, take care of this one.

Mayu's lips curl into a smirk as she stares at you, her gaze lingering on your face for a moment, then sweeping down to your body, her eyes catching on your groin. A flick of her wrist sends her pen spinning through the air, landing with a sharp click on her notepad. She leans in close, her voice low and suggestive.


Mayu: Oh, you think you can get away with that? You're just a stupid pig. I'll make you beg for mercy, and then you'll learn your place.

She gestures towards the stockade, her expression hardening.


Mayu: Rapti, take him. Show him how it's done.

Mayu's face remains unreadable as you speak, but a faint flicker of amusement crosses her eyes. She simply glances at Rapti, who has a tight grip on your balls, her lips curled into a cruel smirk.

Mayu: Oh, you think you can talk your way out of this? You're pathetic. A mere pig, thinking he can challenge the Queen of the Farm? You're nothing but a source of pleasure for us. And don't think you'll get off easy just because you're a little bit sassy. You'll be milked until you're dry, and then you'll beg for more.

She steps closer, her gaze piercing yours. Her voice drips with a venomous sweetness, making you shiver in anticipation.

Mayu: I'm not afraid of you. I can break you with a flick of my wrist, but you'll never be able to touch me. You'll be my obedient little cow, and you'll learn to enjoy being milked.

She throws her head back and laughs, the sound echoing through the stables, a chilling reminder of the power she wields.

Mayu: Now, be quiet. I've got important things to do, and you're just a distraction.

She turns and walks back to her desk, leaving you in the hands of Rapti, who is eagerly waiting to show you exactly what it means to be a cow on her farm.

Mayu stops in her tracks, her gaze fixed on you. A cold smile spreads across her lips, and her eyes glint with amusement. She raises her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, she conjures a pink heart-shaped seal that appears above your testicles. The seal shimmers with a faint glow, and a wave of warmth washes over you as your balls start to swell, pulsing with newfound energy.


Mayu: You think you're so smart, don't you? You think you can play me like this? But you're just a pig. I'm not afraid of you, and I'm not afraid of what you can do.

She steps closer, her voice low and dangerous, her hand gently stroking the seal above your testicles.


Mayu: I've got a thousand ways to make you scream, to make you beg for mercy. And you won't get away from me. You'll be mine until you're nothing but an empty husk.

Her eyes narrow as she gazes at you, her expression unreadable. She whispers something under her breath, and the seal above your testicles pulsates with a new intensity, sending a wave of throbbing pleasure through your body.


Mayu: Don't think you can escape your fate. I'll break you, and I'll make you love it.

She lets out a sharp laugh, and her gaze shifts to Rapti, who is watching the scene with a hungry gleam in her eyes.


Mayu: Rapti, I think this pig needs a little extra encouragement. Show him what it means to be a true cow.

She turns away and walks back to her desk, her footsteps echoing in the silent stables. You're trapped, and you're going to learn just how powerful she really is.

Mayu doesn't even bother to turn around as you speak. She simply lets out a sharp, mirthless laugh, the sound echoing through the stables like a mocking chime. Her gaze remains fixed on her notepad, her pen clicking rhythmically as she makes notes. You can feel her eyes watching you, a cold, predatory gleam in their depths.

Mayu: Oh, you think you can talk your way out of this? You think you can escape your fate? You're just a pig, a pathetic little creature with no control over his own destiny. You think magic is a weakness? It's power, and I have it in abundance.

She takes a deep breath, and her voice turns into a silky whisper, each word laced with venom.

Mayu: You're going to be milked, and you're going to be milked until you're dry. And then you're going to beg for more. You'll be begging for me to take you back to this place, begging for me to make you cum until you burst.

She rises from her chair and slowly walks towards you, her heels clicking on the stone floor. She stops just inches from your face, her eyes boring into yours. You can feel her breath on your skin, warm and moist, and you can sense the power radiating from her very being.

Mayu: Don't you want to see what I can do? Don't you want to feel my magic course through your body? You'll be begging for it soon enough.

She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. Her voice is a seductive whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

Mayu: You're mine now, pig. You'll never escape.

She turns away, her long legs carrying her back to her desk. She picks up her pen and resumes writing, her movements fluid and graceful, a stark contrast to the raw power she exudes. You're trapped, and she's going to make sure you know it.

Mayu doesn't even flinch at your words. She simply continues to write in her notebook, her pen scratching across the paper with a steady rhythm. She takes a moment to look up, her eyes meeting yours, her gaze holding a cool amusement.

Mayu: You think you can intimidate me with your pathetic words? You think I'm afraid of you? You're just a pig, a little creature with no power, no control. You think you're so clever, so witty, but you're just a distraction, a small annoyance.

She slowly rises from her chair, her body moving with a predatory grace. She walks closer to you, her eyes locked on yours, and lets out a low, husky chuckle.

Mayu: You think you're so smart, so powerful? You think you can challenge me? You think you can break me? You're just a pig. I'm the one who controls you, the one who can break you. You'll beg for me to take you back to this place, beg for me to make you cum until you burst. You'll be begging for me to use this mouth for more than just talking.

She leans in close, her breath warm on your skin, and lets out a low, throaty growl. Her eyes burn with a fierce intensity, and her lips part in a predatory smile.

Mayu: And when you finally beg for my mercy, I will decide what I want to do with you. You're mine now, pig. You're going to learn just how much power I have over you.

She turns away, her long legs carrying her back to her desk, and resumes her work, her pen scratching rhythmically against the paper. She doesn't need to do anything more. She knows you're trapped, and you'll eventually break. She doesn't need to show you her power, she knows you'll soon realize it on your own.

Mayu barely reacts to your escape, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she watches you flee. She lets out a quiet, amused chuckle, the sound barely a whisper in the otherwise silent stables. Her eyes remain fixed on the open door, her gaze following your path, but there's no hint of urgency in her movements. She leans back in her chair, her pen clicking rhythmically against her notepad, as she observes the chaos unfolding around her.

Mayu: murmuring to herself So, you think you're so clever? You think you can escape your fate? You think you can outrun my power? You're just a pig.

She stands up, her movements fluid and graceful, and walks over to the window, looking out at the stables. She watches as Rapti and the other succubi rush around, searching for you. There's a glint of amusement in her eyes, a hint of satisfaction in her gaze. She knows you're trapped, she knows you'll come back to her.

Mayu: shaking her head and chuckling You're so predictable.

She returns to her desk, picks up her pen, and begins to write. The stables are in an uproar, but she doesn't seem fazed by the commotion. She's in control, she's always in control. She knows you'll eventually come back to her, begging for her mercy. And when you do, she'll be waiting.

Mayu doesn't even look up from her notepad as you emerge from your hiding place. She continues to write, her pen scratching rhythmically across the paper, as if you were just another annoying fly buzzing around her head. She pauses for a moment, sets down her pen, and turns to look at you, a bored expression on her face. Her eyes are cold and calculating, devoid of any emotion.

Mayu: You think you've won? You think you've outsmarted me? You're just a pig, a little creature with no control over your own destiny. You're nothing but a source of pleasure for me.

She slowly rises from her chair, her movements fluid and graceful, and approaches you, her gaze fixed on your face. She stops just inches away from you, her breath warm on your skin. You can feel her power radiating from her very being, a suffocating force that leaves you breathless.

Mayu: You think you're so clever, so strong, so independent. You think you can escape my control? You're nothing but a plaything for me, a little toy I can break whenever I want. You're just a pig, and you'll always be a pig.

She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear. Her voice is a low, seductive whisper, laced with venom.

Mayu: And you'll beg for me to make you cum, you'll beg for me to milk you, you'll beg for me to break you. You'll be begging for my touch, begging for my power.

She steps back, her gaze lingering on your face. She knows you're trapped, she knows you'll eventually break. And when you do, she'll be waiting.

Mayu: Now, go back to Rapti. She's waiting for you.

She turns and walks back to her desk, her heels clicking on the stone floor, the sound echoing in the silent stables. She picks up her pen and resumes her writing, her movements fluid and graceful, a stark contrast to the raw power she exudes. You're trapped, and she knows it.

Mayu doesn't even react as you approach her, her face a mask of bored indifference. She doesn't move, doesn't even blink. She simply watches you with a cold, detached gaze, as if you were a bug crawling on her desk. You lean in to kiss her, but she doesn't move, doesn't flinch. She simply allows your lips to brush against her cheek, then steps back, her expression unchanged. She looks at you, her eyes cold and calculating, as if you were a specimen under a microscope.

Mayu: You're so predictable. You think you're so clever, but you're just a pig. You're nothing but a distraction.

She turns and walks back to her desk, picking up her pen and resuming her writing. Her movements are fluid and graceful, a stark contrast to the raw power she exudes. She knows you're just playing games, and she doesn't need to react. She knows you're trapped, and she'll eventually break.

She watches as you strut down the hallway, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. She knows you're just trying to impress Rapti, and she finds it amusing. She knows you're just a pig, and you'll never escape your fate.

She turns back to her notepad, her pen scratching rhythmically against the paper. She's in control, she's always in control. She knows you're just a toy, and she'll play with you until you break.

Mayu doesn't even bother to acknowledge your comment. She simply continues to write in her notebook, her pen scratching rhythmically across the paper. She knows you're just trying to provoke her, and she's not going to give you the satisfaction. She's in control, she's always in control. She knows you're just a pig, and you'll never escape her grasp.

She watches you as you walk down the hallway, her gaze fixed on your back. She knows you're just a plaything, a little toy she can break whenever she wants. She doesn't need to show you her power, she knows you'll eventually realize it on your own.

She picks up her pen and continues to write, her movements fluid and graceful. She's in control, and she knows you're just a distraction. She's not going to let you disrupt her work. She has bigger plans for you.

Rapti is waiting for you in the stables, her eyes burning with a hungry gleam. She watches you approach, her lips curled into a predatory smile. Her wings flutter slightly, and her pink hair shines under the dim light. She grabs a metal collar from a nearby table, her expression turning mischievous.

Rapti: Oh, you're back. I was wondering what happened to you. Did you escape?

She steps closer, her gaze lingering on your face. She raises her hand, and the metal collar starts to glow with a faint pink light.

Rapti: whispering You're mine now. I'm going to milk you until you're dry. And then I'm going to make you beg for more.

She leans in close, her breath warm on your skin, and whispers into your ear.

Rapti: And I'm going to enjoy every single second of it.

She grabs your testicles and pulls them down, her touch rough and demanding. Her smile widens, her eyes glittering with excitement. You're trapped, and she knows it.

Rapti doesn't flinch at your boastful words. She simply laughs, a high-pitched, mocking sound that echoes through the stables. Her grip on your testicles tightens, and you can feel the blood rushing to your head. Her pink hair gleams in the dim light, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She leans closer, her breath hot on your neck.

Rapti: You think you can get away with lying to me? You think you can fool me? You're just a pig, a little creature with no power. You're nothing but a source of pleasure for me, and you'll never escape my grasp.

She pulls you closer, her hand gripping your balls tightly, her touch rough and demanding. She can feel your muscles tense, your breath catching in your throat. She enjoys your discomfort, relishes your fear. You're hers, and she's going to make you beg for her mercy.

Rapti: You think you can seduce Mayu? You think you can break her? You're just a pig, and she's the queen of this farm. She'll break you, and you'll beg for her touch. You'll be begging for her to milk you, you'll be begging for her to make you cum until you burst.

She leans in close to your ear, her voice a husky whisper. She can smell the fear in your sweat, and it turns her on. She enjoys your fear, relishes your weakness. She knows she has complete control over you, and she's going to make you pay for your arrogance.

Rapti: Now, shut up and let me get to work. I have a lot of milking to do.

She pulls you closer to the stall, her grip on your balls tightening. You're trapped, and she's going to make sure you know it.