Pull back and apologize to Bessie, then properly collect her remaining milk into the vessel as I should have been doing.

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:49 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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I pull back from Bessie's nipple with a wet pop, milk still dripping from my lips. My cheeks are burning as the reality of what I just did crashes over me.

"I'm so sorry," I stammer, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I shouldn't have—I mean, I was supposed to collect it, not drink it. God, I'm such an idiot."

Bessie's chest is still heaving from her orgasm, her brown eyes glazed and unfocused. She manages a lazy smile. "Don't apologize, hun. That was fucking incredible. Best milking I've had in months."

"Yeah, but ARIA said I was drinking the profit," I mumble, positioning the collection vessel properly under her still-dripping breast. "I need to do this right."

I return my hands to Bessie's breast, this time keeping my mouth firmly away. The flesh is softer now, less painfully engorged, but still heavy with milk. I massage from the base downward, working the liquid toward her swollen nipple, and thick streams begin flowing steadily into the transparent vessel. The white liquid splashes and pools, filling the container with measured precision.

"You're learning fast," Bessie murmurs, her voice still husky. "Most people take days to get the rhythm right. You've got gentle hands."

I work methodically, alternating between her breasts, making sure to express every last drop. The vessel fills to the one-liter mark, then past it. By the time both breasts are properly drained—smaller now, though still impressively large—the collection vessel holds nearly 1.4 liters of creamy white milk.

"There," Bessie sighs contentedly, her tail swishing lazily. "Much better. You did good, Lily. Really good."

"Okay, my turn!" Amber calls from the next bench, her orange tabby ears perked forward eagerly. The catgirl is already positioned, her own swollen breasts leaking thin streams of milk that run down the curves of her pregnant belly. "And just so you know, sweetie—I wouldn't mind the mouth treatment either. That looked way too good."

The other four girls murmur agreement, all of them watching me with varying expressions of desperate anticipation. Celeste in particular has her thighs pressed together, squirming visibly on her bench.

"Actually," ARIA's voice cuts through the speaker with sardonic amusement, "before you start your little dairy tour, you should deposit what you've collected. The sterilization field in the collection vessels only lasts thirty minutes after filling. Tick tock, princess."

Daily To do list :

Morning (9:57 AM):

- Feed all 47 monster girls (automated dispensers + manual supplements for pregnant individuals) - NOT STARTED

- Milk 6 pregnant girls in Milking Parlor (IN PROGRESS - Bessie COMPLETE [1.4L collected, needs deposit], then Amber, Celeste, Daisy, Seraphina, Kitsune)

- Drain 4 futas before satisfaction drops to red zone (URGENT - must do after milking)

Midday:

- Check fertility tracker

- Arrange breeding pairs in Barn Three

Afternoon:

- Complete any remaining milking

- Collect and deposit products with ARIA

Evening:

- Futa satisfaction management

- Final checks

Daily Target: $1,500

Current Profit: $60

Profit: 60