Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

He couldn't help swallowing and felt the blood in his body boiling.

Camille is naked, which makes the collar on her neck look particularly abrupt and tempting. The chain hangs beside her body, as if waiting for her owner to use and play with her at will.

"No...it's okay!" Zhang Luan said with difficulty, feeling his pants getting tighter. His heartbeat quickened and his breathing became rapid.

Camille also noticed this detail, with curiosity and confusion in his big eyes.

She had never seen a man's body before, and she had no idea why her pants felt so tight.

Did the owner stuff some kind of self-defense weapon in there? Her eyes lingered on Zhang Luan's lower body, filled with innocent doubt.

"Then... I'll take off my clothes too!" Zhang Luan said somewhat unnaturally.

It was the first time in his life that he was being watched by a young girl while taking off his clothes, and he felt both nervous and excited.

When Zhang Luan took off all his clothes, Camille finally saw the mystery.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth with her little hands in surprise, her eyes wide open, filled with surprise and a hint of fear.

"Men and women are just different, that's normal!" Zhang Luan explained awkwardly.

He didn't know how to explain all this to a girl who had never taken a physiology class, let alone seen a man.

"Well, then... please take a bath!"

There was a mixture of shyness and curiosity in Camille's eyes. She turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

The breast in front of her trembled slightly with her movements, and the soft curve made Zhang Luan feel dry in his mouth.

Zhang Luan felt his throat dry, and he tried hard to control his gaze, not letting it linger too long on Camille's perfect body.

"Well, okay!" He nodded and walked towards the bathtub.

Hotel bathrooms are not spacious to begin with.

When Zhang Luan passed by Camille, he could only move sideways.

The two people faced each other. Although Zhang Luan was very careful, Camille had a great figure.

The softness in front of her body rubbed against Zhang Luan's chest muscles, gently passing by.

The touch is as smooth as silk, with an intoxicating warmth and elasticity.

Zhang Luan could smell the faint milky scent on Camille, mixed with her unique body fragrance, which made people want to take a deep breath.

Camille's skin was as white as snow, glowing softly under the dim light.

Her body is perfectly curved, with a slender waist that frames her bust and creates a coveted hourglass shape.

Her legs were long and straight, with slender ankles, like carefully carved works of art.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a snapping sound was heard in the bathroom.

Something seemed to hit Camille's thigh hard.

Neither of them needed to lower their heads to know what was happening.

This made Zhang Luan's old face even redder.

"Master, just stand still and leave the rest to me!"

Camille said softly, a hint of nervousness and anticipation in her voice.

She picked up the shower head and the warm water slowly sprinkled on Zhang Luan's strong body.

Drops of water slid down the lines of his muscles, glittering in the dim light.

Camille took a deep breath, squeezed the shower gel into her palm, and began to gently apply the foam to Zhang Luan's chest.

Camille's breasts swayed slightly with her movements, occasionally rubbing against Zhang Luan's body.

The soft touch made Zhang Luan gasp.

"Master...is this...comfortable?" Camille asked softly, with a hint of shyness in her voice.

Zhang Luan did not answer, but just closed his eyes and enjoyed Camille's service.

Her fingers moved across his chest and abdomen, bringing a tingling sensation.

Every touch seemed to carry an electric current, causing Zhang Luan's body to tremble slightly.

Seeing that Zhang Luan showed no dissatisfaction, Camille became bolder.

The slender fingers stroked Zhang Luan's waistline, then slowly moved down and converged there.

Camille squatted in front of Zhang Luan, looking at this terrifying existence, a hint of surprise and curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Camille was stunned for a moment, then he mustered up his courage and gently grasped the mushroom with his little hand.

Her palm was soft and warm, and the touch made Zhang Luan gasp.

Camille didn't know what to do. He was just stunned for a moment, then began to stroke gently according to his own understanding. Although his movements were clumsy, they were full of seriousness and curiosity.

She dipped her fingertips in shower gel and applied it carefully.

Chapter 14 Master’s Milk?

Camille's brows were slightly furrowed, and her lips were lightly pursed, her movements gentle and delicate, as she concentrated on this novel task.

Zhang Luan looked down at the scene in front of him and felt dizzy.

Camille's pretty face was right in front of his clone, very close.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cheeks flushed with shyness and excitement.

Zhang Luan could feel her warm breath on his sensitive skin, causing shivers.

As if possessed by a ghost, Zhang Luan reached out and pulled the chain around Camille's neck.

Chapter 13

The metal chain gleamed coldly in the light, a stark contrast to Camille's warm skin.

He tugged on the chain gently, not hard, but enough to bring Camille's face closer to his.

Camille's nose tip almost touched the top of Zhang Luan's penis, her breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

"Master... Master..." Camille murmured softly, with a hint of trembling and confusion in his voice.

She raised her head and looked at Zhang Luan with her big wet eyes, which were full of confusion and desire.

The slightly opened lips and the tip of the tongue were faintly visible, making Zhang Luan feel dry in the mouth.

Camille didn't know what Zhang Luan was doing with her collar, but her little hand was still stroking it diligently.

Zhang Luan's body involuntarily leaned forward slightly.

The tip gently brushed Camille's cheek, leaving a mark.

Camille trembled slightly, but did not dodge, and her little hand stroked faster.

Zhang Luan only felt her small hands, her pure face, and her innocent eyes, which made his inner desire surge.

Suddenly, Zhang Luan was released.

The sticky liquid fell on Camille's eyelashes and face, flowing slowly down.

Camille's eyes widened, and he was at a loss for what to do for a moment.

"Master...Master, did I...did I do something wrong?" Camille's voice trembled, his eyes full of worry and fear.

Zhang Luan took a deep breath and tried to calm his breathing.

He reached out and gently stroked Camille's hair, running his fingers through the soft strands and gently grasping the horns on her head.

"It's okay, Camille. You did a great job." Zhang Luan comforted softly.

"But...is this really okay..." Camille asked doubtfully as she wiped some sticky stuff off her face with her slender fingertips.

Zhang Luan was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain. He said awkwardly, "Actually, this... is like milk. It comes out when you squeeze it. It's normal!"

"Is this the master's milk?" Camille asked innocently, and then put his sticky fingertips into his mouth.

He licked his fingers gently with the tip of his tongue, savoring the unfamiliar taste.

"Slurp, it tastes weird!"

This scene made Zhang Luan feel dizzy.

There was an unconscious temptation in the innocence of Camille's actions that made it difficult for him to look away.

"I'm just using a metaphor, not saying it's milk!" Zhang Luan explained hurriedly, fearing that Camille would misunderstand.

"Metaphor? What is a metaphor?" Camille asked with her head tilted, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks, highlighting her pure and innocent face.

At this time, Zhang Luan noticed that Camille's breasts were slightly oozing milk, forming crystal drops on them.

"It's almost the same, but not quite. I put it this way for easier understanding!"

Zhang Luan scratched his head and explained.

"Oh……"

Camille nodded as if she understood, then scraped all the milk off her face and put it into her mouth.

"How does this... taste?" Zhang Luan couldn't help but ask, his voice a little hoarse.

"It's strange, but this is the master's, I can't waste it!" Camille said seriously, "I know the feeling of breast engorgement is uncomfortable. If the master needs it, I can help! I often have breast engorgement, and I always solve it myself. I am very experienced in this regard!"

As he spoke, Camille held up his jelly with both hands and squeezed it gently.

Suddenly, juice gushed out, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

"Gudong!" Zhang Luan couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his eyes unable to move away from Camille's chest.

The milk flowed slowly down her smooth skin, gleaming in the dim light.

"I haven't eaten much these days, so I don't have much milk," Camille said with a slightly apologetic smile, "I'll show you how to do it when I have more!"

Zhang Luan felt dizzy. The development of the matter was completely beyond his expectations and was developing towards some strange plot in a book.

"Cuckoo..."

Just at this moment, Camille's stomach growled, and she was hungry again.

"I'm sorry, Master!" Camille covered her stomach, her cheeks flushed with shame, and she looked at Zhang Luan embarrassedly.

Zhang Luan chuckled and said, "Let's eat after we take a shower!"

He reached out and gently stroked Camille's face, feeling her soft, warm skin with his fingertips.

His eyes fell involuntarily on Camille's breasts, where there were still traces of milk.

Zhang Luan hesitated for a moment, but finally resisted the urge to touch.

After all, Zhang Luan, who came from modern society, had not immediately adapted to the idea that slave owners had complete control over the bodies of slaves.

After they showered and dressed again, they sat at the table next to the bed.

Through the window, you can see the bustling crowds on the streets outside and the prosperous scene is in full view.

The inn waitress brought two portions of roasted wild boar and placed them on the table.

She twisted her slender waist and left, leaving behind a smell of cheap perfume.

"Gudong!" Camille stood aside, his hands folded on his lower abdomen, staring at the steaming wild boar meat on the plate with shining eyes, swallowing his saliva continuously.

"Why are you still standing there? Sit down and eat with us!" Zhang Luan looked at Camille in surprise and said.

Camille's eyes widened, unable to believe his ears.

"Ah? I...I can sit down and eat with you?! And...eat the same thing as you?!" Her voice was full of surprise and uncertainty.

"Yeah, how else can we eat it?" Zhang Luan was even more confused.

A complex emotion flashed in Camille's eyes, and she whispered, "The world of the Eastern Continent is truly wonderful. We slaves have always been treated like livestock. Better off, they might even treat me as an obedient pet!"

At this point, Camille's eyes dimmed, as if he was recalling unpleasant past events.

Suddenly, her eyes moved slightly, as if she saw something.

Zhang Luan followed her gaze and saw a human slave owner leisurely dining in a restaurant on the street.

At his feet, a female slave was lying on the ground like a dog, with a dirty dog ​​bowl in front of her.