Chapter 430: Are You A Cow Or A Fox?

Astrid could feel Mika’s gaze on her, and it was anything but innocent.

It was hot. Tempting. She could almost feel the heat radiating from his eyes, roaming across her body, raising every inch of her skin.

It was as if he was touching her without actually touching her, his gaze alone setting her nerves alight.

And honestly?

Even though she was supposed to be against this, even though she knew it was wrong because she saw him as her brother—it actually made her quite excited to watch him stare at her like that.

In the past, whenever Mika took care of her Venus Complex, whenever they were intimate together, she would see a little heat in his eyes.

But even then, it was restrained. Held back. Like he was controlling himself, not fully letting go.

And although part of her was glad he acted that way—it made things easier for her conflicted feelings—another part of her was disappointed.

It made her wonder.

Was her body not enough?

Was she not evoking enough lust from him?

Did he truly not care about her that way?

She had always thought, in her secret heart, that maybe she should have been more like Charlotte—plump and thick in all the right places.

Or like Anya—perfectly balanced, with curves in just the right proportions.

But she was thin. Slender with some extra fat here and there. And she always feared that was why he held back.

But right now?

Right now, there was no mistaking his intent.

Just from those gazes alone, she knew—he wanted to do a lot of naughty, dirty things to her. He wanted to mark her all over. Completely.

And she couldn’t help it.

Her entire body shivered with excitement.

Her tails twitched like leaves in a storm, shaking with barely contained anticipation.

Even the protests in her mind had completely vanished.

She became silent in his presence, obediently showing off her body, almost afraid that disturbing him right now would make him lose that intense, hungry gaze.

Instinctively, she even arched her chest out, pressing her breasts forward.

She also tilted her hips, sticking her ass out more prominently.

Unconsciously, she was presenting herself to him in the most favorable way possible.

And in the back of her mind, she was really, really glad she had worn a cute pair of underwear today.

And so, she waited for his compliment.

For him to acknowledge her body.

For words that would make her heart soar.

But instead—

Mika looked up at her with a rather playful expression.

"Astrid...." He carefully said. "..are you actually not a fox? And, in truth, you are actually a cow instead?"

Astrid blinked.

Confusion flooded her features, quickly replaced by offense.

"What are you talking about, Mika? Of course not! Why would you think I’m a cow of all things?!"

She bared her fangs, genuinely insulted.

"I may not be proud of how everyone thinks of me as a fox—I hate that association, it’s deeply upsetting to me."

"But still, even I can admit that I definitely look like a fox! And not just any fox—"

She tossed her head haughtily.

"—a seven-tailed fox! The one who stands above the world!"

She gestured dramatically at her tails.

"Look at how fluffy and white these tails are! You could literally jump into them and disappear!"

"Do cows have tails like this?!"

"No they don’t!" She pointed accusingly. "They have scrawny little things with a bit of fur at the end!"

"But look at mine! Fully furred, all over! So, don’t you dare call me a cow—it’s very insulting, especially to my tails!"

"They don’t appreciate that comment one bit!"

Mika looked at her.

Then, slowly, he shook his head.

"No, Astrid. I’m not talking about your tails."

She paused, confused.

"Of course anyone who looks at your tails would think of a fox." He clarified. "But that’s not what I meant."

His gaze then drifted downward.

To her chest.

To the generous mounds rising and falling with each breath.

"I’m saying this..." He said, pointing directly at her breasts. "...because of these."

Astrid jerked in surprise.

"Look at them." Mika continued, his voice dropping to something appreciative. "Just look at how large and soft they are."

He didn’t just look.

He reached out and gently cupped one breast through her bra, squeezing softly. Astrid gasped at the contact.

"Anyone who looks at you from the chest up would never, ever think of a fox."

He murmured, his hand beginning to gently grope her flesh.

"The first thing that comes to mind is a cow. And not just any cow—a dairy cow. Full of creamy milk that probably tastes like heavenly nectar."

His fingers traced the curve of her breast through the fabric.

"At least, that’s what I would think if I didn’t see your tail and just looked at these."

His other hand joined the first, cupping her other breast, squeezing gently, possessively.

His thumbs found her nipples and circled them slowly, deliberately, until she could feel them tightening into hard peaks beneath his touch.

"So do you understand now, Astrid?"

He asked, and his voice was soft, almost gentle, completely at odds with what his hands were doing.

"Do you understand why I think you’re a cow instead of a fox?"

But Astrid couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe.

His hands were on her, touching her in ways she’d dreamed about for years but never actually experienced, and her brain had apparently decided that now was a wonderful time to stop functioning entirely.

"Sure..."

He continued, his thumbs still circling, still teasing.

"You have seven tails. I’ll accept that, but these—"

He squeezed again, harder this time, and she moaned.

"These aren’t something that belongs to a fox. They align much more with a cow. And with how big they are, I’d even say you’re more cow than fox because of them."

That snapped her out of it.

"You—you can’t call your big sister a cow, Mika!"

She stammered, trying to muster indignation.

"Not only is that derogatory, but I’m not a cow! I’m a fox!"

She was so flustered she didn’t even care about being called a fox anymore.

She just needed to prove she wasn’t a cow.

Being compared to cattle after being treated as a seven-tailed deity her whole life was just too much.

But Mika wasn’t giving in.

"Really?" He tilted his head, still squeezing her breast. "Even after you say that, I still think you’re more cow than fox."

She opened her mouth to protest—

But he suddenly grinned and said,

"Well, no problem. I can just test it. I’ll find out right now if you really are a cow or not."

Before she could process his words, he hooked his fingers under her bra and pulled.

The fabric snapped free and flew across the room, landing somewhere in the darkness.

"On all fours, Astrid." He commanded immediately. "On all fours with your ass sticking out."

Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up.

She dropped onto all fours, ass raised high, presenting herself perfectly.

And now—now her breasts were free.

Naked. Beautiful. Completely exposed.

Without the bra holding them back, they were unleashed in all their glory.

They looked even bigger than before, hanging down from her chest, the soft flesh swaying gently with her movements.

And her nipples—pale pink, delicate, soft were finally revealed.

The first thing Mika thought when he saw them was of cherries.

The kind you’d put on top of a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

But instead of one scoop, there were two. And two cherries on top.

And because her breasts were so large, and because she was in this position, they drooped down low—her nipples barely grazing the floor.

If she moved just a little lower, they would be touching the ground.

That was how big they were.

How far they extended from her body.

And with her ass stuck out and her breasts hanging down, it was truly a tantalizing sight.

Seeing this, Mika couldn’t hold back.

He crouched down behind her and reached around, grabbing both breasts at once.

Grope!

His hands could barely contain them—they spilled over his fingers, soft and heavy and impossibly warm.

He started squeezing.

"Nooo—! W-What are you doing to your big sister?!"

Astrid gasped, looking down to see her breasts being groped so thoroughly, so lewdly.

"You can’t touch me like that! No, no!"

But she couldn’t move.

All she could do was wiggle her butt, which only made it seem like she was asking for more.

Mika continued his assault, dragging his hands down her chest, squeezing, massaging, until his fingers found her nipples.

He pinched them gently, rolling the soft peaks between his fingers.

"Like I said earlier."

He murmured casually, as if they were discussing the weather.

"I’m testing if you’re a cow or a fox. If you’re a cow, you wouldn’t just have big breasts—you’d also produce milk."

"So I’m trying to milk you. To see if anything comes out."

Astrid’s eyes widened.

It was true.

The way he was groping her—

—starting from the top, grabbing tightly which sent shocks of pleasure-pain through her, dragging his hand down as if trying to squeeze something out, then cupping her nipples and squeezing them too before starting again—

—it really did look like he was trying to milk her.

Her entire breasts were being massaged.

And it felt incredible.

But she wasn’t going to accept that.

"Y-You have to stop!" She gasped. "Ahh—! You can’t touch your big sister’s breasts like that! They’re—they’re sensitive!"

"And look, Mika, look!"

She pointed down at her nipples, which were becoming redder and redder.

"Nothing is coming out! See?! No milk! So I’m not a cow, right?!"

"So you have to stop now!"

Her voice was pathetic, pleading, exactly the kind of sound she’d always imagined herself too proud to make.

But she didn’t care. She needed him to see, needed him to understand, needed—

"That’s because you’re speaking in human language."

She blinked. "What?"

"If you keep speaking like that, of course no milk will come out."

His hands never stopped moving, never stopped dragging and squeezing and milking.

"You have to get in character, Astrid. You have to act like a cow. Make the noises a cow makes. Moo for me. And only then will the milk come."

For a moment, she was too stunned to respond.

Then—incredibly, absurdly—she laughed.

"You think—" She shook her head, looking back at him over her shoulder. "You really think that I’m going to moo? For you?"

She laughed again, the sound somewhere between disbelief and genuine amusement before looking at him with a mocking gaze and saying,

"In the past, you taught me many tricks. Even speaking in fox language was something you trained into me. It’s ingrained in my body—I have to do whatever you command regarding those tricks."

"But mooing? Mooing like a cow is not one of the tricks you taught me."

She smiled triumphantly.

"So, there’s no need for me to do such things. You can’t even force me with your cheap tricks. So I won’t do it at all!"

She thought she had won.

A small victory.

Mika’s hands also stilled on her breasts like was accepting his loss

For a long, terrible moment, he was silent.

Then: "You’re right, Astrid."

She blinked. "I...am?"

"You’re right." His voice was calm, measured, thoughtful. "I never taught you to moo like a cow. In the past, that was my mistake."

"I should have taught you so many more tricks—tricks that could have been useful."

She felt a flicker of unease. This wasn’t the response she’d expected.

At it was exactly as she had thought.

"But just because I didn’t teach you then..."

He continued, and now there was something in his voice that made her skin prickle.

"...doesn’t mean I can’t teach you now."

Astrid’s confidence wavered.

"T-That won’t work, Mika."

She said quickly, trying to sound assured.

"In the past, you always used rewards to make me learn. And right now, you’ve already given me so many kisses and hugs. I’ve been lavished in rewards already."

"So, there’s nothing you can use to change my mind."

She was confident.

Assured.

Certain.

But Mika just chuckled.

"You’re right about rewards, Astrid. They might not work right now."

His eyes grew slightly cold.

"But what about punishments?"

She froze.

"What if I start punishing you for not doing what I say? Instead of rewarding you?"

Panic flickered across her face.

"Wait—what are you trying to—"

Before she could finish, Mika raised his hand.

And right before her eyes, his hand came down.

SMACK!

He spanked her ass.