The Milk-Obsessed Princess and the Human Dilemma

The utter stillness…

It seemed as though I couldn’t even perceive my own heartbeat.

A profound deafness enveloped me.

My sense of touch, too, appeared to have vanished long ago.

Even Princess, standing before me, grew increasingly indistinct.

She seemed agitated, her form blurred by an intense emotion.

Was she trying to tell me something?

I couldn’t hear a thing.

My eyes, too, threatened to close.

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pu niu~

pu niu~pu niu~~

‘Hm?’

‘Why does this sensation feel strangely familiar?’

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……

“Crack!” A bolt of lightning seemed to pierce my brain.

Swiftly, I opened my somewhat dry eyes, seizing the slender, pale hand resting on my left breast.

“Princess! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Uh-huh!!!”

“Clatter!”

Startled by my sudden cry, Princess froze, and the uncapped metal bottle in her left hand slipped from her grasp, hitting the floor with a clang.

I realized I was still slumped on the sofa, yet…

“Waaahhhhhh!!!”

Quickly swatting away Princess’s right hand, I clutched my chest tightly, scrambling desperately deeper into the sofa.

‘Why was my left breast exposed?!’

‘My dress, my dress, where was my dress?!’

“C-c-c-calm down!” Princess, her face a mask of panic, rose and approached me.

“Stay away! What did you do to me?!” My face flushed scarlet, I furiously kicked my legs, determined to keep Princess at bay.

“I saw you pass out just now, and, well, I thought we shouldn’t waste time and should quickly express the milk. I had only just started…” As she spoke, Princess bent down, picked up the empty metal bottle from the floor, and shook it.

“You pervert! Princess is a pervert!!!” Hastily pulling up my fallen bra strap, I scrambled off the sofa, intent on escaping.

The dress I’d glimpsed in the corner of the sofa was the last thing on my mind.

“No, no, no! I’m not a pervert! I just want your milk! Two bottles, that’s all!” Princess quickly intercepted me, blocking my path to the exit.

“Waaahhhhhh!!! Help me! Leidi! Help me!!!”

I screamed for my friends outside the door, but received no response.

The soundproofing in this karaoke room was far too effective!

‘I’m going to die, I’m going to die!’

“Calm down! Please calm down! I really didn’t mean to do anything bad to you!” Even as she spoke, Princess lunged directly at me.

“Waaah!!!” I shut my eyes tight and swung my fist upwards with all my might.

“Puwah—”

I heard Princess’s pained shriek.

‘Oh no! My ‘shackles’ aren’t fully on! She’s going to die!’

My face ashen, I forced my eyes open.

“Huh?!”

The unbelievable sight before me made me collapse onto the cold floor.

Scattered on the floor were only Princess’s camisole and boxer briefs.

‘She’s vanished…’

‘Princess has vanished!’

“Flap—flap—flap—flap—!”

“What’s that sound?!” I immediately looked up.

Bats!

So many bats!

Their countless glowing red eyes were terrifying!

“Ugh—!” Terrified, I instantly curled into a ball, hugging myself tightly.

“Flap—flap—flap—flap—”

“Uhm-hmph—”

I was so utterly terrified that I dared not move a muscle, simply closing my eyes and trembling, listening in dread to the incessant flapping of the bat swarm’s wings.

“Flap—flap—flap—flap—”

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‘Uhm—hm?’

‘No? The bats aren’t coming closer?’ I cautiously opened my eyes to check the situation.

‘Huh?’

The swarm of bats had all flown to that large backpack.

What were they doing?

“Gulp—” I swallowed nervously.

‘Regardless, this must be my chance, mustn’t it? A chance to escape?!’

I tiptoed stealthily towards the exit.

“Wait! Don’t go!”

“Huh?! No!!!”

Princess’s voice, from an unknown location, suddenly rang out, and I bolted.

But…

“Ahhhhhhh!!!”

The swarm of bats on the backpack exploded outwards, then swiftly converged around me, forming a terrifying, tornado-like vortex.

“Wuwu—!” Trapped within the black tornado of bats, I once again huddled into a ball, clutching my head in fear.

“Don’t be scared! I truly mean no harm! I’ll give you money, alright?!”

“No! No! Let me out! Wuwuwuwu!” I was crying; I couldn’t help it.

I was just too terrified.

“Ah—don’t cry! How about I trade you a year’s supply of sweets?!”

“No! No! I want to go home! Waaahhhhh!” My cries grew louder.

‘Why was this happening? Just moments ago, Princess and I were laughing and chatting, so how had it come to this?’

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I apologize!!!”

The bats encircling me rapidly gathered before my eyes, then—transformed into Princess, prostrating herself in a deep dogeza.

“Eh… Uhm, hah…” Stunned by the sight, I gradually ceased my crying, though I still retreated fearfully into the corner of the room.

Thereafter,

Princess and I remained in this peculiar standoff for several tens of minutes.

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“Are you really sure, little Piengo? I only need two bottles, just two bottles.”

“No! There’s absolutely nothing to express! And don’t you dare come closer!”

My dress, previously abandoned on the sofa, was now back on, and Princess was no longer in her transformed state.

We sat across a table, tensely engaged in what felt like a dialogue of parallel monologues.

For some reason, she persistently believed that my chest could yield something… unsettling.

“Please! There’s no higher quality milk source on this entire planet than yours! Just two bottles! I’ll use it to make the world’s finest desserts!”

“Why me?! Hey, hey! Don’t come any closer!”

Princess, clutching her metal bottle, relentlessly advanced, while I just as relentlessly retreated.

We circled the table without pause, a continuous chase.

“Hostaurus milk is the best in the world! And with Hostaurus blood in you, your milk must certainly be the finest!”

“I am a complete and utter human being! I don’t have Hostaurus blood in me! And what even *is* a Hostaurus, anyway?!” ‘How much longer would I have to keep circling with her? Surely forty minutes couldn’t still be going on?!’

“Eh?!”

Suddenly, Princess halted her pursuit.

“You said you’re a complete and utter human?!”

“Y-yes… I am human…”

Princess pointed at me, looking utterly bewildered, and I, still somewhat frightened, replied hesitantly.

It seemed we had, perhaps, found the intersection of our parallel lines.

“Not only is your personality gentle and friendly… but you also possess that incredible, superhuman strength, capable of fighting a hundred foes… and then there’s that most decisive factor: those ample breasts that seem ready to burst through your clothes! How could you possibly be a pure-blooded human?!”

As she spoke, Princess seemed poised to resume her chase, and I quickly threw up my hands to block her.

“My personality is naturally gentle! And that superhuman strength and my… assets are due to other reasons! I really am human! Everyone outside can prove it!”

“No way…”

With a look of utter despair, Princess directly knelt before me.

‘What kind of misunderstanding was this?! Why on earth did I perfectly fit all three criteria?!’

‘And what exactly *was* a Hostaurus anyway?!’