Milk Idol: Prologue

“Just try and resist our massive cowtits♪”

The TV displayed three girls singing and dancing in unison on a stage lit up by a rainbow of lights.

They were the Holstein Girls, a popular idol group. As you can likely imagine from the name, they were known for wearing cow print costumes.

Furthermore, those flashy cow costumes were filled out by attractively large breasts which were even referenced in the lyrics of their song. They could sing and dance just as well as a traditional idol group, so they had rapidly gained popularity online.

They had been the breakout hit of a new trend in the idol industry of being more blatantly and openly sexualized, so they had garnered a lot of attention and gained many passionate fans.

They were wildly popular, so they made frequent TV appearances despite the lewd nature of their act.

(Sigh, they’re all so hot. And look at them jiggle.)

Nakajima Tooru was ignoring his work and glued to the office TV. He inwardly sighed with joy as he watched the performance.

“Hello, everyone! Are you enjoying the show?”

The camera zoomed in on the center idol whose pink hair swayed as she danced. Her name was Katou Kurumi and she spoke into her mic to fire up the audience while giving the bright angelic smile of a classic idol.

She was a student at a normal school, she had a cute and childish face, and her height and overall figure were average with one obvious exception. Her 91cm G-cups stood at odds with her otherwise cute appearance.

Her straight, shoulder-length hair swayed in time with the song’s rhythm and her cow print miniskirt did the same. The camera gave a tantalizing shot of her bare thighs between the cow-print knee highs and the fluttering skirt.

“I can’t hear you! A little louder this time!”

The camera now focused on Kirisaki Aika, who held the mic stand in a pretentious way. Her hip-length blonde hair ended in gorgeous ringlets and she had the elegant and classy air of an older teen raised in a well-to-do family. The gap between her prideful-looking face and the sexy cow print costume gave her an appeal all her own.

Her breasts were two sizes bigger than Kurumi’s at 95cm I-cups. Yet she miraculously had a skinny waist and smaller butt, giving her the slim figure of a model. She used her long arms and legs to perform her dance flawlessly.

“Won’t you hear me moo?♪”

The camera finally focused on Kasahara Amiko, zooming in to fill the screen with her 100cm+ J-cups.

Her Holstein-level udders were crammed inside a bikini top that left her unbelievably deep cleavage exposed. Those ultra-aggressive breasts were jiggling every which way, as if to test the strength of the bikini top containing them.

She was the oldest of the group at 20. She gave a gentle, maternal smile while striking a cute pose.

All three members had their unique charm and they all chose to get up on stage so guys the world over could watch their gigantic breasts jiggle in time with the rhythm of their dancing.

Tooru could not deny that he was a huge fan of theirs. Especially not with the tent in his pants while he watched their performance.

(God, I wish I was watching this at home so I could jerk off.)

Then again, he may have been more than just a fan. Because…

“We’re back!”

“Oh? I forgot that show was airing today.”

“Heh heh. As always, my fans around the world are entranced by my beauty.”

The door opened and three girls entered while chatting enthusiastically.

“Oh! W-welcome back!”

When he saw them, he scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply. They greeted him and approached.

He was panicking, but not because they had caught him slacking at work.

“Tooru-kun, shouldn’t you be working?”

“Sigh. The president is not going to be happy.”

“Hee hee. But it looks like he was enjoying our show, so I’ll allow it.”

The girl with bright pink hair seemingly taken straight out of a manga or anime laughed innocently before pointing teasingly at his bulging crotch.

The blonde girl with a model’s slim figure put her hands on her hips and sighed in exasperation and the woman with short brown hair elegantly placed a hand over her mouth while narrowing her eyes in an amused smile.

Their clothing could not hide the size of their breasts because these were in fact Kurumi, Aika, and Amiko of the Holstein Girls who were dancing on the TV.

They were wearing casual clothing instead of their trademark cow print costumes. The three of them were here because this was their production agency and Tooru was an employee there.

“I-I can’t help it. Not when you dance like that.”

He didn’t bother denying it since he had long since learned they didn’t mind if he got hard watching them perform.

He had known them ever since Kurumi had asked for an interview because she wanted to be an idol, since Aika had moved here after performing poorly at another agency, and since Amiko had been recruited off the street. A unit had been created for them and they had worked hard on their voice training and dance lessons in preparation for their debut. Tooru had seen it all while working part-time back when he was still in high school.

He had known the three of them for a while and he had often performed odd-jobs for them back when he was a part-timer. They got along well since he was around the same age as them. When he had graduated and was hired on full-time, they had even thrown him a welcoming party to celebrate both at once.

“Really, Tooru-kun? I’m glad you enjoy it so much.”

“Got any advice on how we make our performances even hotter, Tooru-san?”
“Just keep the camera on me the entire time, obviously.”

They sat on the sofa across from him.

“You say that, Aika-chan, but you always get nervous when you’re on TV.”

“Sh-shut up! I do not!”

The office had felt so lonely earlier, but now it had lit up and his pulse naturally raced with those popular idols surrounding him.

“You all did an amazing job. …But why are you here this late?”
He tried to feign calm as he spoke to the idols. He was pretty sure their scheduled work for the day was complete.

They should have gone home already, but his surprise at their presence was interrupted by the door opening again and a woman in a suit entering.

“Good, you’re all here.”

“Oh, hello, Junko-san!”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me president at work?”
The career woman’s heels clacked along the floor as she approached and rapped her knuckles against Tooru’s head.

Her name was Nakajima Junko. She was the president of this entertainment production agency and Tooru’s aunt. She had apparently debuted as an idol when she was younger.

She still looked very young at nearly 40 and her pretty face suggested how popular she must have been when younger.

However, she had never been terribly popular and had failed in an attempt to become an actress instead. She had jumped between jobs for a while until she started up this production agency using the knowhow from her long years spent in the industry. When Tooru was still in high school, she had made him get a driver’s license, taught him how to give massages, and given him other skills so he could work as her faithful assistant.

“We have something important to discuss with you, Tooru.”

“With me? What is it?”

Junko put on a serious expression as she started on this new topic. He could tell this was no joke, so he straightened up.

Kurumi and the others must have known what it was already because they exchanged a knowing glance.

“I am appointing you as the Holstein Girls’ new manager.”

“Wh-what? You want me to be their manager!?”

“Yes. But there’s more. You must promise me you will never tell a soul about this.”

“I-I promise.”

It was highly irregular for a new employee like him to be assigned the manager of the company’s most popular idol group. Plus, the president started to say something but stopped, adding more tension to the scene.

The manager assignment was shocking on its own, so his face tensed as he wondered what could be even more important.

“Um, President. I think we should tell him.”

“Yes. This is important, so we should tell him ourselves.”

“I agree.”

While Junko tried to find a way to broach the subject, Kurumi made a suggestion and the other two concurred.

“Eh? So this is about the three of you?”

“It is. Okay, go ahead and tell him.”

Tooru looked alternately between the idols and the president. Kurumi, Aika, and Amiko earnestly returned his gaze.

And after gathering their resolve, they began to speak.

“Um …”

“The thing is…”

“I’m not sure how to put this…”

Then they all fell silent.

Tooru gulped as he waited for them to continue. And…

“We’ve started lactating!”

Their practice at singing as a unit allowed them to speak in perfect harmony.

What they actually said, though, was so unexpected that Tooru’s facial muscles completely froze.

“…………Huh? Wh-whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?”

His scream echoed throughout the office.