Epilogue

What is it now? I'm busy. "Help"? This milking machine is too much? But you reap what you sow. When you can't come enough juices for our demands, we have to dispose you like this. Hm, it can't be helped when we milk a variety of juices from you every day. Because we got a huge list of orders. This is also difficult for me. But your problems are of no concerns to me. Just be quiet and give your juice. Your penis tied to the machine has gotten incredible, right? You're going to stay like this until the very last drop, when you can't make any more semen. This is how we recycle bad livestock. And when you go truly bad, then *poi*, that's it. Ah, you came again. Having a girl on front of you is an efficient way to ejaculate. Although your penis is suffering so much. Always teasing it right after orgasm. But you're still fine. No matter what I say, you can't break yet. Now, there's work waiting for me. I'll come back when this machine breaks you. By then, you probably won't recognize me anymore. Well then... Hmm? "Help me, I'm dying" Fufufu, you're dying. So what? Goodbye.