How does a Dairy Maiden survive her “time of the month”?

That’s right—by milking her.

Well, to put it mildly, you’ve got to squeeze the “juice” out of her chest...

A Dairy Maiden’s body is a bit special. During her period, her breasts swell and ache, itch like crazy, and if the “juice” isn’t squeezed out in time, it can lead to anything from minor sagging to life‑threatening danger. Kong had no idea how this girl called Estia had made it through her past cycles, but in her current state, if nothing was done, she really could die.

Judging from the girl’s attitude though, she clearly had no idea what to do. She’d probably just gritted her teeth and endured her way through every time.

“Teacher… it hurts… please help me…”

Whether this new teacher could be trusted, whether what he said was true or not—none of that was on Estia’s mind anymore. The itching, the swelling in her chest had already pushed her to the brink. It was embarrassing, sure, but since she didn’t know what to do, all she could do was beg her teacher.

Well… it’s not like I *can’t* help you. But… shouldn’t you at least take your clothes off first…

Kong was very clear on the basic “milking procedure.”

But there was no way he could do it through clothes, through a bra.

He grumbled in his heart, but he also knew she really had no clue, so worry still won out. He tried to keep his tone as mild and calm as possible.

“So, uh… if I’m going to help, I’ll need you to listen to everything I say.”

Seeing that she didn’t show any sign of rejecting that, Kong went on.

“First… can you take off your clothes? It’d be best if you took off your underwear and your bra too…”

He spoke awkwardly. Wouldn’t saying it like this make him sound like a pervert? No, it definitely made him sound like a pervert!

Looking at Estia’s eyes—those flickering pupils, that obvious distrust—Kong felt utterly pathetic.

“Um… is that really… how it has to be?”

Estia looked up at this very serious‑sounding teacher with innocent eyes.

“Yeah. Your period isn’t like a normal girl’s. You have to get through it by milking. I’m guessing you just forced your way through it before. But this time, if you keep enduring, it could actually threaten your life.”

Faced with a teacher who looked so straight‑laced, the girl couldn’t find a single flaw in his explanation. She was shy, of course… but if her life was really on the line, then this level of embarrassment had to be overcome. Besides, he *was* her teacher. Right. Nothing to be shy about!

Estia tried to soothe herself in her heart. But… the pain made even talking hard, let alone something like undressing.

The girl’s shy gaze landing on him only made Kong feel even more embarrassed. She’d probably agreed…

So why wasn’t she taking her clothes off yet? Just thinking that made him feel shame burn in his chest, but after thinking it a few more times, it almost started to feel “whatever.”

“Teacher… it… hurts… so…”

That tiny, wavering voice drifted up from the bed, and Kong instantly understood.

She didn’t even have the strength to sit up, let alone undress herself?

Which meant he was going to have to undress her himself? Why was this getting more and more indecent?!

A certain Fox Maiden’s face suddenly flashed through his mind. Kong didn’t know why he suddenly thought of Night Zero, but…

I’m a teacher. I’m a teacher. I’m doing this to protect my student.

After firming up his resolve yet again, Kong slipped an arm under Estia and gently lifted her up.

He had to admit—Estia was really cute.

Judging by school grades, she was maybe sixteen. But her chest was terrifyingly big. Maybe that was just a standard Dairy Maiden trait? From any angle, that chest looked impossibly perky, with no sign of sagging at all. It had to be at least a C‑cup, maybe even bigger. And putting aside those papaya‑sized breasts, Estia’s other features were just as outstanding.

Her cheeks still held a bit of baby fat—round and soft, extremely adorable. Her snow‑white skin looked smooth as cream; if you touched it, you’d probably never want to let go.

Her light brown short hair just reached down to the level of her chest, creating a strangely perfect visual balance.

She wasn’t very tall, maybe one‑fifty centimeters or so.

This type would be called a “loli with huge boobs,” right?

With that thought in mind, Kong’s hands trembled as he started unbuttoning her uniform.

It was only the second time in his life he’d undressed a girl. And this time, it was a girl he’d just met less than ten minutes ago. Kong seriously wondered if he was in some kind of spring dream. Even after five years of abstinence, he’d never had a dream this indecent.

The uniform slid off her shoulders bit by bit, revealing a cute pink bra underneath, perfectly supporting those full, round breasts. Maybe it was embarrassment, maybe something else, but from where he sat, Kong could even see the tiny tips of her… nipples… pressing against the fabric.

Dammit, I can’t keep staring. If this keeps up I’m gonna get hard as a rock.

The girl in front of him, whether from shyness or pain, was flushed even deeper red. Her eyes were shut tight; she didn’t dare look at Kong at all.

Since she wasn’t resisting, why was *he* the one getting so worked up? Besides, this was urgent—he had to hurry.

After another round of mental self‑counseling, Kong carefully lifted Estia’s hands and raised her arms. With that, he managed to slip off her pink camisole.

And beneath that lay the girl’s final line of defense—

the last piece of clothing on her body.

A pink bra.