Milk.

It is the very essence of life.

The very first sensation that enters our lips when we are born. The very foundation from which we receive nutrition and draw sustenance.

Every human started off with milk, yet... It's surprising how quickly we forget.

The human mind is fickle, so we tend not to remember when Milk was everything to us. When Milk was the only thing we needed.

Well... not all humans are like this.

Thankfully there are still some of us that remember the past, and hold on to the beauty of the nectar of life.

I am one of such people.

Milk remains everything to me. It's just a shame that no one else shares that sentiment...

Even if such people exist, I haven't met them.

Who am I, one might ask?

My response would always be the same.

"Someone who loves milk."

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Each morning, as the rooster announced the dawn, I would rise from my bed, the scent of earth and hay filling my senses.

I relished the rhythm of the routine, the gentle mooing of my beloved cows as they roused from slumber, and the clatter of buckets against the worn wooden flooring of the barn.

I was a simple dairy farmer, living and working in the embrace of the countryside.

The vast open fields were my world, the cows my faithful companions.

Life was hard, yes, but honest.

My hands were my tools, roughened by years of labor, my skin tanned from days under the vast country sky.

I delivered the milk to a large company, a faceless entity interested only in profits and time efficiency.

They did not understand my way of life, my code.

They urged me to buy a milking machine.

"You'd save so much time, you know," they'd say, their city-slick accents feeling out of place amongst the rolling hills and muddy lanes of my farm.

But milking the cows wasn't just a task to me.

It was a connection, a bond formed over the years, between me and the creatures that provided my livelihood.

The milk harvested by one's own hands tasted the best, I believed.

For all my reverence for tradition, I also harbored dreams and aspirations.

There was a part of me that longed for more than just the rolling fields and grazing cattle.

Perhaps a companion to share my life with, someone who understood my cause, and a chance to see what lies beyond the country roads with that special somebody.

Yet, the responsibilities of the farm were unyielding.

Then the threats began, their contract hanging over my head like a guillotine.

Modernize or be left behind, they said.

No other company would accept me either, not without the involvement of technology.

I was a relic, a remnant of an age long past.

If I didn't give in... my life would be over as I knew it.

Begrudgingly... I relented and bought a milking machine.

The day it arrived, my heart was heavy.

It was a monstrosity of metal and wires, its cold surface standing stark against the warmth of my barn.

I went about my work, feeding the cows, tending to the fields, and then, with a heavy heart... I turned to the machine.

~BZZZZTTTTTZZZ!!!~

A sharp jolt shot through me, searing pain radiating from my fingertips to the farthest corners of my body.

In my last moments, as darkness crept in from the edges of my vision, my mind swirled with regret.

I shouldn't have broken my pact with nature, with the cows...

... with Milk itself!

The dreams I'd held so close, now felt so far away.

The gentle laugh of a woman I'd never met, the cities I'd never visited, all slipping away.

I was dying alone, unfulfilled. At that moment, I wished for a second chance, a chance to live the life I'd always dreamed of.

To think... to think I would die a virgin. I thought as I grasped the air as if squeezing something. Even though I couldn't feel anything, it felt as if I was grabbing onto something different—from cow tits. It was very tender and meaty.

As everything faded to black, my last thoughts were of the cows.

I could almost feel their warm breath, hear their gentle mooing, and see their kind, understanding eyes.

I wished I could tell them I was sorry, that I wished I could've stayed.

I wish... I could have milked them some more.

And then, there was nothing.

~ZTTTTZZZZ!~

[System Alert]

{Goddess Hesat, the progenitor of Milk, and only owner of Divine Milk, has taken an interest in you. She wishes to reward you for your dedication, and forgive you for your single transgression}

~You Will Now Receive Your Reward~

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