21 Mommy Milkers...

"Wait! Why are you pulling me along? Why do I have to go with you?" 

Lucille exclaimed with a red face, flustered to be holding hands with a boy in front of her classmates. 

This world was a bit more on the conservative side when it came to relationships. And it wasn't really common for young kids to be brazen in front of others, which was why she was acting so shy after everything I said and did to her.

And because Eden High is an established and prestigious institution, students normally talk to each other very formally and not in a casual manner when they converse with one another. Or at least that's how they talk when they meet someone else for the first time, and they start talking more casually after getting to know them.

So, that may be the reason why everyone in class was staring at me, who was pulling Lucille along, which probably looked like I was kidnapping her in broad daylight, due to the etiquette and manners they normally follow.

But even though Lucille sounded like she wanted me to let go, she didn't resist me one bit, and just followed me as I held her hand. 

"I just want to see if what you said was true, and see if she's really exaggerated as you said."

"You're pulling me along just for that?"

"Well, I also want to know why you looked at your chest and had a look of self-pity on your face, when I asked about her." 

I looked behind and glanced at her chest, as I continued to walk through the massive classroom, towards the door.

"You noticed that?!" 

Lucille exclaimed and covered her chest with her other hand, noticing where my gaze was going.

"Who wouldn't, when you made it so obvious." 

I said, which resulted in me receiving a kick to the leg and a fierce glare from Lucile. 

After walking from one corner to another, which took a decent amount of time because of how big the classroom was, we finally left the classroom; and entered the long, wide and fancy-looking corridor, where a bunch of other students were walking by and talking with one another since it was still lunch break. 

Lucille immediately broke free the moment we were outside, as if the embarrassment she felt in class was enough for today.

"So, where is she?" 

I asked Lucille, as I looked around for any peculiar figures. 

This wing of the school had classrooms that were assigned for students of the human race, so there were mostly only humans walking by or standing at the side talking to their friends, and not many demi-humans. 

I also noticed that the moment that Lucille stepped out of the class, almost everyone gazed in her direction, be it the boys, girls, and even the teachers who were walking by, which made Lucille's identity, not as simple as I thought before. 

But seeing the girl, who could be my first encounter, was more important right now so I didn't bother to ask her about it.

"I don't know. She was right here when I saw her before. Maybe she went back after waiting for so long." 

Lucille looked a little guilty, as if she blamed herself for making her wait for so long. 

I wanted to say that it wasn't her fault and was honestly mine. But before I could get the words out, I heard someone call out Lucille 

"Miss Lucille, I haven't gone anywhere. I'm right here."

The calm voice came from behind us, right next to the class door we came from, which surprised both of us since we didn't notice anyone behind us, or bother to check when we walked into the corridor.

We both turned around at the same time and saw a tall figure standing right next to the wall, near the door of the classroom. She stood really close to the wall, as if she didn't want to disturb the people walking down the corridor. 

I could actually understand her concern, since her figure was tall enough to actually be an obstruction, if she were to stand and wait in the middle of the corridor.

The very second I saw the appearance of the girl, I understood why Lucille said she looked special. 

I gave her a knowing look, which made her blush and pinch my waist out of embarrassment.

The beautiful girl in front of me had a very tall figure, a little under 2 metres, which was almost a feet taller than me, so I had to look up at her, to see her face. 

Her height and buxom figure, which I couldn't help but stare at, likely came from the fact that she belonged to the minotaur race.

She had dark gray eyes, glossy black hair that slid down her back, and a very calm and cool look on her face, which would make a lot of people admire her for her steady composure. 

Unlike the uniform Lucille and the other girls in the corridor wore, she wore a black long-sleeved T-shirt, a red tie that was neatly placed in between her chest, a black pleated skirt, and finally, she wore a long white lab coat that reached all the way to her ankles which covered most of her body. 

If she wore a stethoscope on her shoulders, she would exactly like a doctor; who wouldn't freak out out no matter how bad the surgery went, and would calmy deal with the situation.

She also had two black horns that curved backward on her head; which resembled those of a cow's, a slender black tail with a bushy white end, and two black cow ears on top of her head, along with two normal ears, that were on the sides of her head like any normal human.

The final feature that proved that she was undeniably from the minotaur race, was the humongous volume of meat on her chest, which were supposed to be her breasts. 

Even though they were hiding underneath her clothes and labcoat, their size was still noticeable from the outline of her body. 

It was almost as if she were smuggling two basketballs that were fully pumped with air on her chest, and covering them up with her labcoat. 

They were so big that the tip of her chest, was probably a feet away from where her collarbone was. 

She could probably even knock someone out if she swung those sandbags, she calls breasts, on someone's face.

The bastard who got knocked out, would even want to get knocked out again, after feeling those soft cushions on his face.

I'd even bet that she would survive a car crash, even if the airbags didn't deploy, since she already has a set of airbags on her chest.

Even though she had a buxom figure overall; with a massive butt that couldn't be hidden even with all the clothes she was wearing, a rather wide waist, and juicy-looking thighs underneath her stockings, they still were under the shadow when compared to her breath-taking chest. 

Even the human boys who passed by, who belonged to another race, couldn't stop themselves from staring at her chest in a daze, with even one boy falling down the stairs because he was staring a her, without paying attention to his surroundings. 

Even the girls couldn't help, but take a step back, as if they were intimidated by the pressure her chest gave off.

I don't even need to mention her peerless beauty, as almost every single person in this world looked fabulous, even on their worst day. 

Not to mention a descendant of a matriarch like her, who always had appearances and talents, that were a mile above the rest, as if they were royalty among their race.

And yes, just like I thought, she was the first demi-girl with a powerful bloodline that I encountered in this story of mine...