Princess Oakley's jaw dropped in an instant.
Her hands instinctively went to cover her breasts, but they were too small. Each one was easily the size of her head after all.
"H-how can you suggest such a thing to a princess? Do I look like cattle to you!"
"Look, I understand you're royalty. But if you want me to help protect you, you're going to need to produce milk for me." Lance replied.
The princess only blushed brighter. Her arms were folded over her chest and she looked at him carefully.
The process lasted for a few seconds, before she finally spoke.
"Wait, you're talents. They're SSS rank... How did you manage to gain such strength?"
This shocked Lance. How did the woman know about his talents?
It was at that moment that he tried to focus on her instead.
To his surprise, he was able to access her status.
[Princess Oakley, Age 18]
[Race: Cow Hybrid]
[Rank: Bronze]
[Physical Body: Low-Tier]
[Magical Body: Mid-Tier]
[Titles: None]
[Talents: Hidden]
[Passive Attributes: Hidden]
It seems that if I focus on someone else's status, I can access their information.
But some information is hidden from me. Is that because she's a higher rank?
Ignoring this for now, Lance turned back to the matter at hand.
He crossed his muscular arms and looked down at the woman.
"Princess, I know it sounds like a crazy request, but I see no other way we can survive. The reindeer are getting closer with every second that passes."
Princess Oakley looked down at the crowd and fiddled with her dress.
She's contemplating it. She's actually contemplating it...
This seems too easy. Is the world of Hybridia really this interesting?
After a few moments of thought, the Princess finally realised that there was no other option.
She stepped into the room and stepped past Lance without invitation.
"Fine. But afterwards, you will never speak of this again. Do you understand?"
Lance smiled to himself as he closed the door behind them and rolled up his sleeve.
"Of course. This will stay between you and me."
---
Oakley had requested that Lance close his eyes as she undressed herself.
Once she told him to open his eyes, he found her lying down in the position he asked for.
On her back, atop his living room sofa.
Lance had looked around his room to find the equipment needed to start the process.
A bucket and some oil.
Oakley lay there with a towel covering her body. Her cheeks were flushed red and her head was turned away from him.
Lance slowly made his way over and prepared to remove the towel.
With one swift movement, he pulled the towel down so it only covered her lower region.
It only took one look for him to realise how lucky he was.
The princess's royal body was unlike any he had seen before. She had pink, pointed nipples that sat atop two soft mounds of milky white flesh.
Her tits were huge and jiggled with every breath she took, but her body was slender and took on an hourglass shape.
Lance must have been staring for too long, as the Princess cleared her throat.
"Please hurry and get started."
"Oh, sorry."
Lance poured the oil into his hands and rubbed it in until they were properly lubricated.
Then, with a delicate touch, he placed both hands on the woman's breasts.
"Nargh!"
A moan left her lips as his hands sank into the warm flesh. He felt her solid nipples pressing against his palms like buttons as he toyed with the warm flesh.
He squeezed and rubbed at the breasts whilst rolling her nipples in both hands.
Princess Oakley's back arched from the pleasure as she tried her best to hide it.
Then suddenly...
"Auhhh!"
White liquid erupted from the woman's swollen tits, squirting into the air uncontrollably.
At the same time, the princess's cute mouth hung open. Her body began to shake as her milk flowed brilliantly.
And it happened just in time.
Lance heard his door break open and turned to find three men standing there.
They were all dressed in brown fur coats and had antlers coming out of their ears.
In their hands were wooden spears with metal points, and on their faces were looks of anger.
However, when they laid eyes on the beautiful princess squirting milk from her giant breasts, they became distracted.
As Lance spotted this, he found himself growing angry.
This was supposed to be a personal moment between him and the princess, but now her body has been witnessed by others.
He could see the sick looks on their faces and the bulges in their pants growing.
He took that moment to examine their statuses.
All three of them were Iron Ranked Reindeer Men with hidden talents and passive attributes.
No problem. It doesn't matter how strong they are, or the fact that they outnumber us.
"Would you have a look at that?" One of the reindeer said, tapping his ally on the shoulder. "Who would have known the Cow Princess would have such beautiful tits?"
"Hehe, it's expected. After all, we know that cows produce the best mi—"
Before that Reindeer could finish his sentence, a bullet struck him in the neck and exited out of the other side.
Blood flew widely from the wound as he tried to clutch at it with his hands.
It was no use.
The reindeer fell to the ground, bleeding out onto the floorboards.
The two others, and even Princess Oakley, who had only just recovered and had left her milk lying on the floor, were looking at Lance Mooelot with shock.
The farmer held both hands out in front of him, and manipulated Oakley's milk, making small bullets float in the air before him.
This was the power of his SSS-Rank milk Manipulation. A power that only the strongest of mages should possess.
In rage, the Reindeers charged, but it was no use.
Two more bullets of milk shot through the air. One takes a man in the eye, and the other through the chest and penetrates the heart.
In an instant, the two men fell to the floor along with their partner.
The room fell silent.
This power... It's incredible!
Lance looked down at his hands in utter shock. He allowed the milk to fall back into puddles and prepared to turn back to the Princess.
But before he could, he noticed that he was extremely tired.
His rank was only copper, yet he was wielding SSS-tier talents. Such a feat had taken a toll on his entire body.
And so before he could celebrate his victory, Lance fell unconscious, landing face-first in a puddle of the princess's milk.