The apartment buzzer sounded at exactly 2:17 p.m. the next afternoon—sharp, professional, no nonsense.
Haruto, who had been dozing on the couch with Rin's head in his lap and Aiko's feet propped across his thighs, jolted upright. The movement sent Rin sliding sideways with a sleepy protest; Aiko's toes flexed against his stomach like she was claiming him in her sleep.
"Delivery," Reiko announced from the kitchen doorway. She had thrown on a loose silk robe that did almost nothing to hide the way her breasts strained the fabric, dark wet spots already forming over each nipple. "I'll handle the paperwork. Everyone else… behave."
Mika snorted from the floor where she was doing lazy push-ups in nothing but boyshorts. "Define behave."
Yuna peeked out from behind the half-open bedroom door, wrapped in one of Haruto's oversized button-downs. The shirt gaped open at the front, revealing generous cleavage and the faint gleam of fresh milk on her skin. "Should we… hide?"
"No point," Aiko said, stretching languidly. "Dampening's still got two hours left. Aura's low. He'll just think we're a weird co-living situation."
Reiko tied the robe sash a little tighter—pointless, really—and pressed the intercom button. "Yes? Fourth floor, door on the left."
A muffled male voice crackled back. "Sattva Dairy delivery for… uh… Tanaka group? Got four insulated totes, two hundred liters total. Where do you want them?"
"Bring them up, please. We'll take them inside."
There was a brief pause. Then: "All right. Elevator's working today, lucky us."
Reiko turned to the room. "Small group at the door. The rest of you… scatter. And for god's sake, cover up."
They scattered like guilty teenagers.
Haruto pulled on a T-shirt and shorts. Aiko zipped up a hoodie (barely). Mika threw on a tank top that rode up every time she moved. Yuna buttoned two more buttons. Rin simply disappeared into the bedroom with a soft click of the door.
The knock came—three firm raps.
Reiko opened the door.
The delivery guy was younger than expected—early twenties, broad-shouldered, wearing the same linen Sattva shirt Rohan had worn yesterday. Name tag read "Kiran." He had a hand truck loaded with four large silver insulated totes, each marked with the farm's green leaf logo.
"Afternoon," Kiran said, offering a polite smile. His eyes flicked past Reiko into the apartment—then widened slightly.
The smell hit him first.
Even with the aura dampened, the apartment carried a heavy, sweet undercurrent. Milk. Warm skin. Faint vanilla musk. It rolled out the open door like invisible fog.
Kiran blinked. Swallowed. Adjusted his grip on the hand truck.
"Uh… where do you want these?"
Reiko smiled her calm landlady smile. "Kitchen counter's fine. We'll unload them."
Kiran wheeled the first tote inside.
That was when the system pinged—soft, private, urgent.
**[Proximity Alert: Unbonded male within aura radius (7.5 m).]**
**[Thirst Probability (secondary gender effect): 41% → 68% (rising).]**
**[Warning: Male subjects exhibit delayed but amplified response to ambient essence residue. Proceed with caution.]**
Haruto felt his stomach drop.
Kiran set the first tote down with a soft thud. As he straightened, his nostrils flared again. His pupils dilated—just a fraction.
"Smells… really good in here," he said, almost to himself. "Like… fresh cream. And… something else."
Aiko appeared at the kitchen doorway, hoodie unzipped halfway, leaning casually against the frame. "That's just the new air freshener. Very exclusive."
Kiran looked at her. Then at the faint wet spot blooming on her hoodie over one breast. Then lower, where the zipper revealed a deep line of cleavage.
He cleared his throat. "Right. Three more totes."
He made two more trips—each time moving a little slower, breathing a little deeper.
On the fourth trip, Mika "accidentally" brushed past him while reaching for a water bottle on the counter. Her tank top rode up, exposing the undercurve of one heavy breast, nipple glistening.
Kiran froze.
The system chimed again.
**[Thirst Probability: 89%. Craving cascade initiating. Direct exposure recommended to prevent escalation.]**
Reiko noticed. She stepped closer, voice gentle. "You okay? You look a little flushed."
Kiran laughed—short, nervous. "Yeah, just… warm in here. And that smell…"
Aiko moved in from the other side, casual, predatory. "Want a glass? We've got plenty. Fresh from the farm."
Kiran hesitated.
Then he nodded.
Aiko poured a generous measure from one of the newly arrived totes into a tall glass. The milk was thick, almost golden in the afternoon light, tiny bubbles clinging to the sides.
Kiran took it. Drank.
One swallow.
Two.
He drained the glass.
The change was slower than with the women—subtler at first.
His shoulders broadened slightly. Muscles under the linen shirt thickened, veins standing out along his forearms. His breathing deepened. A visible bulge began to form at the front of his cargo pants—rapid, insistent.
His eyes glazed.
"Fuck…" he whispered.
Reiko closed the apartment door with a soft click. Locked it.
Kiran didn't move.
Aiko stepped closer, fingers trailing down his chest. "Feel better?"
He nodded—slow, dazed.
Mika appeared behind him, hands sliding under his shirt, tracing the newly defined abs. "Looks like the boys get upgrades too."
Haruto stayed back, watching, heart pounding.
The system scrolled rapidly.
**[Secondary Target Acquired: Kiran Patel]**
**[Consumption: 380 ml (High purity – direct farm source)]**
**[Applying Upgrades…]**
**[Muscle Density +140% | Endurance +180% | Libido Surge: Extreme]**
**[Genital Enhancement: +60–80% volume & sensitivity | Permanent]**
**[Attachment Vector: User-directed (weaker imprint – male variant)]**
**[New Mechanic Unlocked: Gender-Differentiated Bonding – Male targets gain physical augmentation focus. Loyalty scales slower but physical devotion intensifies faster.]**
Kiran groaned—low, guttural.
His pants were painfully tight now. The outline of his cock strained against the fabric—longer, thicker, visibly throbbing.
Aiko tugged at his belt. "Let's get you comfortable."
They didn't bother moving to the bedroom.
Kiran's shirt came off first—revealing a torso that had gone from fit to sculpted in seconds. Mika pushed him back against the kitchen counter; Reiko knelt and yanked his pants down.
His cock sprang free—impossibly hard, veined, leaking pre-cum in steady beads. Bigger than average before; now bordering on obscene.
Aiko wrapped her hand around the base. "Well hello."
Kiran's head fell back. "Please…"
Haruto finally moved forward. "Wait. We should—"
Too late.
Aiko sank to her knees and took him into her mouth.
Kiran bucked—once, hard—groaning like he'd been struck by lightning.
Mika stripped off her tank top, pressing her leaking breasts against his back, nipples dragging across his skin. Reiko joined Aiko on the floor, licking along the shaft wherever Aiko's mouth wasn't.
Yuna and Rin emerged from the bedroom—drawn by the sounds, the smell, the aura creeping back as dampening ticked down.
Yuna whimpered at the sight. Rin's eyes went wide, then dark with want.
Haruto watched his harem swarm the delivery guy like he was the main course.
Kiran lasted maybe ninety seconds.
He came with a shout—hips jerking, thick ropes spilling across Aiko's tongue and chin. She swallowed what she could; the rest dripped down her neck, mixing with her own milk.
But he didn't soften.
Not even a little.
The system helpfully noted:
**[Male Target Recovery: Near-instantaneous. Stamina augmentation active.]**
Kiran looked down at them—eyes wild, chest heaving.
"More," he rasped.
They gave him more.
Mika straddled him on the kitchen floor—sinking down slowly, inch by inch, moaning as he stretched her. Aiko climbed onto the counter, spreading her thighs; Kiran buried his face between them, tongue working frantically while Reiko fed him her breasts.
Yuna and Rin took turns riding his hands—fingers curling inside them while they kissed each other, milk dripping between their bodies.
Haruto stayed back—watching, hard as steel, unsure whether to join or run.
Aiko caught his eye mid-moan.
"Come here, Sovereign."
He went.
She pulled him close, guiding his cock to her mouth while Kiran fucked Mika beneath them. Haruto thrust shallowly—then deeper as Aiko took him all the way.
The kitchen became chaos—bodies sliding, milk splashing, wet sounds echoing off the tiles.
Kiran came again—inside Mika this time. She shuddered through her own climax, walls milking him dry.
He still didn't stop.
They rotated—Rin on her back on the counter, legs over Kiran's shoulders; Yuna riding his face while Reiko and Aiko took turns sucking him clean between turns.
Haruto finally joined fully—taking Aiko from behind while she ate out Yuna. Then switching to Reiko—slow, deep thrusts while she nursed from Mika's breast.
Hours passed in a haze.
When they finally collapsed—Kiran sprawled on the floor, chest rising and falling like he'd run a marathon, the women curled around him and Haruto in a sweaty, milky pile—the system chimed once, softly.
**[First Male Bonding Complete]**
**[Target: Kiran Patel – Tier B (Physical Devotion)]**
**[Harem Count: 6 / ? (Expanded gender inclusion)]**
**[New Passive: Essence Redistribution – Male target now produces compatible seminal fluid carrying 20% upgrade potency. Safe for bonded female consumption.]**
**[Aura Radius: 18 m (post-session surge). Contamination Level: Critical (delivery vector established).]**
**[Alert: Kiran Patel has requested weekly delivery schedule increase. Motive: Personal.]**
Kiran lifted his head—still dazed, still hard.
"So… same time next week?"
Aiko laughed—breathless, satisfied.
Haruto stared at the ceiling.
The insulated totes stood untouched in the corner—two hundred liters of pure, high-potency milk waiting.
They hadn't even opened most of them yet.
Outside, the Bengaluru traffic hummed on—oblivious.
Inside, the apartment had officially become something else entirely.
To be continued in Chapter 8: Expanding the Herd
(End of Chapter 7)