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EP.309 Beer Festival? No, It’s a Breast Milk Festival! (2) 

The festival grounds became an arena where pride clashed. 

Whose breast milk tasted better? 

If this were before the world changed, people would call it insane. 

But the problem is, both women are dead serious. 

“Jinwoo-nari, hurry and taste.” 

“Mr. Kim Jinwoo, please judge as fairly as possible.” 

There’s no way to escape their pressure, 

so the only choice is to dive in and enjoy it. 

I start by drinking a mug of Sahwa’s familiar breast milk without hesitation. 

It retains its heavy, rich flavor. 

I’ve drunk a lot of breast milk, but nothing’s ever surpassed this. 

“Alright, now…” 

After finishing, my gaze turned to Cherry’s milk. 

I sipped some water to clear my palate, 

then carefully picked up a mug filled with Cherry’s milk. 

The moment I inhaled its scent, the image of an expansive pasture filled my mind, 

where Cherry sported a cow-pattern bikini, lazing away her day. 

Just the smell is this vivid? 

I glance at Cherry in disbelief. 

She noticed and flashed a confident smile. 

Maybe Sahwa’s finally facing an opponent she can’t easily beat. 

‘Om mani padme hum!’ 

Bracing myself, I drank Cherry’s milk. 

A soft, clean taste hit my throat. 

No need for fancy words. Pure, clean flavor. 

Definitely worthy of being called Germany’s best milk. 

I drained the mug in no time, and as it hit empty, all eyes were on me. 

Honestly, being the center of attention isn’t so bad. 

“A tie.” 

“What?” 

“That can’t be…!” 

Sahwa replied in disbelief, 

and Cherry raised her voice, unwilling to accept it. 

Frankly, the quality is so close, 

it just comes down to taste. 

Both are so good, they’re hard to judge. 

“Sahwa’s milk is impressive for its heaviness and depth, while Cherry’s is all about pure, minimal flavor. It’s like a dump truck versus a sports car.” 

It really comes down to preference. 

My practiced palate ranks both as equals. 

“No way! Do you know how much I’ve worked for this?” 

“That’s my line! My whole diet has been set for years just for milk production how can I be just a tie?” 

They glare at each other like two beasts. 

Determined and utterly confident in their milk  

this could go on forever. 

“Then feed each other.” 

“Huh?” 

“What are you talking about…?” 

“It’s the best way. Rather than just knowing your own, you should taste and be tasted.” 

Let milk be judged by milk. 

If there’s still no victor, then at least the rivalry is fun. 

No one could refute me. 

After giving each other’s faces and breasts a look, 

the two quietly expressed their milk and filled each other's mugs. 

“Alright, I’ll judge fairly.” 

“Fine, but I doubt it will change my opinion.” 

Like they had a pact, both started drinking at once. 

They emptied the mugs together and spoke. 

“This is horrible!” 

“Ruined my palate!” 

Both immediately disparaged the other’s milk. 

“How can you think bland milk tastes good? Is something wrong with your mouth?” 

“Says you! Overly thick milk with no refinement isn’t proper milk!” 

“What did you say?!” 

Instead of settling, the atmosphere grew hotter. 

They glared even more fiercely. 

“Then let’s do this. Let’s have everyone in the city taste and decide.” 

“Hah! Who’d like such crude milk, but fine let’s do it!” 

“………….” 

Honestly, no one here is sane. 

Giving out their milk for tasting and reviews city-wide? 

I must be crazy, but they’re on another level. 

“I’ll make an announcement, so wait here.” 

“Why leave? I’m sure I’ll win anyway.” 

So began the World’s Greatest Breast Milk Battle. 

There are only two contenders, 

and it’s unlikely anyone else would join; they’d be compared anyway. 

If anyone could win against these two, they’d deserve the world title. 

But does such a person even exist? 

If so, they’d be famous… 

or maybe antisocial to the point no one knows of them. 

Probably not going to happen. 

“Look at that line. How long is it?” 

For safety, they formed two queues, 

but the crowds stretched as far as the eye could see. 

Serving breast milk to this many people… 

Jesus fed five thousand with five loaves and two fish, 

but this would go beyond that miracle. 

“Come, drink my milk as much as you want.” 

“The taste is heavier than the other.” 

To protect the two, a half-cup (about 90 ml per person) was the standard serving. 

Still, with these crowds, it seemed dangerous. 

A standard cup is about 180 ml, so half per person is 90 ml. 

With tens of thousands, 

that meant they’d need to produce at least 900,000 ml 900 liters. 

That’s an impossible feat even for hundreds of cows. 

Will this amount put the two in mortal danger? 

“I’m fine, Mr. Kim Jinwoo. My output is world-class.” 

“Quantity is nothing without taste. I’ve got both.” 

Whether they’re really okay, or just competitive bravado, who knows? 

If either gets in trouble, I’ll step in. 

If they’re out of commission, I can’t drink their milk again. 

“Tch, impressive!” 

“Says you!” 

SPLURT! SPLURT! 

Both poured like mad, 

their large breasts overflowing so far, so good. 

But this was only the beginning; soon, exhaustion would catch up. 

It’s getting nerve-wracking to watch. 

“Whoa! Heavy flavor, I like it.” 

“No, this clean taste is true perfection.” 

One by one, people critiqued their milk, 

The festival turned into a debate about which milk was best. 

Ratio was 5:5. 

Like I said, it’s all taste. 

No clear winner, naturally. 

‘...This is taking forever.’ 

Worry turned to boredom as time passed. 

But the two kept pumping out milk, 

their breasts never running dry like gods had blessed them. 

They never stopped. 

It’s been over five hours already. 

“We’re not done yet!” 

“Who says?!” 

SPLURT! SPLURT! 

The competition only grew fiercer. 

Are these even humans or walking milk factories? 

Still, the result was a dead heat, an endless cycle. 

Will this ever end? 

‘Should I just keep watching?’ 

“Kgh. Mr. Kim Jinwoo sorry, could you help me?” 

“Hmm?” 

Suddenly, Sahwa asked for my help. 

Is there a way for me to help in this mess? 

If I help, will Cherry make a fuss? 

“Hmph! Go ahead, if you can. I’ll win anyway.” 

Apparently, she doesn’t mind. 

Either it’s confidence in her milk, or pride that she can’t lose. 

“So Mr. Kim Jinwoo, please fuck my pussy deeply with your monster cock.” 

“...What?” 

She’s really lost it. 

Wanting me to fuck the top-ranked S-class onahole in public. 

What if I turn into a quickshot? 

But her determined gaze wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

Well, it’s Sahwa, 

she’ll adjust to match me. 

I got up, gripped her hips, and pushed in. 

“Hngh♥! Thank you for the help, Mr. Kim Jinwoo♥!” 

Thrust! 

With a lewd moan, Sahwa’s breasts spurting milk on their own. 

When I rocked my hips slowly, her breasts bounced, 

and she flowed more than went into the cups. 

Still, her output didn’t drop there was so much. 

“Hnngh♥! Ohok♥! This is copulation milk♥!” 

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! 

Even as I fucked her, she kept handing out milk. 

Cherry reacted by speeding up her own output. 

But as soon as people tried Sahwa’s “copulation milk,” 

their reactions shifted. 

“Wow, is milk this delicious even possible?” 

“I used to like a clean taste, but this could convert me.” 

“What?” 

Cherry, hearing the reviews, looked stunned and glared at me. 

But glaring won’t change anything now. 

I kept pounding even harder. 

Sahwa’s moans grew louder. 

“Oohohk♥! Ohok♥! Copulation milk, impossible to get anywhere!” 

Thrust thrust thrust thrust! 

Her breasts shook so wildly milk splashed the crowd, 

but nobody complained. 

Instead, they thanked us like they’d received a special service. 

My thrusts accelerated, 

and at last, in the final moment, I pushed hard. 

Sahwa’s back arched like a bow. 

“Hnnngh♥! I’m coming♥!” 

SPLUUUUUUUURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! 

I pumped a huge load deep into her womb. 

SPLUUUUUUUURT! SPLURT! 

At the same time, her milk splashed in all directions, 

and the waiting crowd drank eagerly. 

“This milk is the world’s strongest!” 

“We’ll never taste anything like this again!” 

“Sahwa! Sahwa! Sahwa!” 

A roar of victory. 

At this point, Sahwa’s triumph is secure. 

Just then, Cherry grabbed my collar and dragged me aside. 

“Hey, Jinwoo-nari.” 

“You said you didn’t care if I intervened.” 

“I did. So it means you also shouldn’t care if I get assistance from you, right?” 

“Huh?” 

“Do me next hurry up.” 

This, I didn’t see coming.