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Shinji could only stand there helplessly as Cata—very angrily, very scarily—showed him yet again the proper way of pulling taffy. Every motion, every pull, every rip, every tear, seemed to be a jab at him, and he couldn't even remember what he'd done! "And that's—" She threw the lump of sugar down on the table. "—how to properly pull taffy." Leaning in extra close, grinning wide so he could see every one of her ultra-sharp fangs, she asked, "Got it?" His voice seemed to have abandoned him, for he couldn't find it when he tried to answer her, so he just nodded mutely. She threw a lump of taffy down in front of him. "Now you try."
He stared at the shapeless mound of sugar in front of him, very aware of Cata's glare boring into him, and wished he could trade places with it, if only to escape Cata's rage. Here goes nothing... He raised his hands, about to immerse them into taffy, when a pair of hands wrapped around his chest and groped his manboobies.
"Hmm... Oh yes, they feel rather full~"
"Ah!" he cried out. "Sh-Shirona! What are you doing! I'm working!"
"Too bad; I'm stealing you. I have an idea."
Shinji looked over at Cata, who had gotten over her momentary surprise to glare at him again, and suddenly all his complaints evaporated. "O-ok."
"Goodie." She pulled him back, up the stairs, into her room, and sat him down on her bed. Pointing dramatically, she commanded, "Take off your shirt!"
"What! Why?"
"Do it or I'll do it for you."
"Fine..." he grumbled as he pulled off his shirt, and blushed as Shirona promptly straddled his lap. He almost questioned what she was doing again, but was quickly learning that doing so was rather pointless.
"Hmhmhm~" She groped and squeezed his titties, evaluating, as his cheeks grew redder and redder. "Yeah, this'll do quite nicely~"
As she reached for a glass on the bedside table, he couldn't hold back the question any longer, "Shirona, what're you doing?"
"Milking you," she answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. His jaw dropped open, and he could only stare as she milked his little teats.
After a few moments, he dragged his gaze away, still blushing hard, and mumbled, "This is so friggin weird."
"No weirder than you being able to lactate in the first place. Just think of yourself as my little moocow!" She pinched his cheek. "It's perfectly normal~"
He grumbled and squirmed, just a little, shutting his eyes tight for a moment. He couldn't deny that there was something distinctly... nice about... being... milked—it was so weird to think—but... He would prefer this not to be a frequent occurrence. "Shirona... You're not going to do this often... are you?"
"Oh, that depends on how my little experiment goes~"
"Great..." he cheered dryly, and she giggled.
"Relax; I'm almost done~"
Shirona was telling the truth; a few minutes later, she stood up and held her prized glass of glitchy milk up victoriously. "Bahahaha!" Smiling, she peered down into the glass; colored bolts of static zipped randomly across its surface. "Sweet~" She placed it on the nighttable and glanced back at Shinji; he was massaging his breasts with a slightly aggrieved look on his face: Her stopping left him with a much less pleasant feeling than when she was doing it. "..." She sighed and resumed her place upon his lap; he looked at her in confusion as she shooed away his hands and massaged his breasts for him. Yet again, he blushed anew.
"...What are you going to do with that milk?"
She smirked. "Oh, you'll see~" She paused a moment, then smiled and added, "You make a good moocow~"
He barked out a short laugh, looking at her in amused confusion. "Thanks, I think?"