[ “I’m so lucky” - he thinks that everyday. It doesn’t matter how much Nobori talks, he cherishes every word. Even when the wonderful attention to his udders makes holding onto thoughts difficult he does his best to try and listen. Keeping quiet is impossible, though, whimpers escaping his lips as his nipples are played with. Beneath him his legs tremble, each tug and lift sending a zap of pleasure to his nethers. The desire to lean against his trainer is high, but he fights it. This is the struggle every morning when he gets inspected, not melting into a drooling mess at the expert handling of his body. ]

It’s ... Ahhn! It’s all thanks to you. I couldn’t have done it without your care. My body is a reflection of your excellent husbandry.

[ For a cow, Junpei is unusually well spoken. Others of his species tend to be short on human words, more inclined to communicate in bovine sounds and body language. Wanting to emulate (and impress) Nobori he’s embraced human language and taken to learning it with great gusto. There are occasions he sees other members of his species at exhibitions, but he always feels distant from them. Even before he’d been adopted other cows seemed to sense he was different and avoided him, and he was fine doing the same.

Besides, it wasn’t as if any cow could excite and challenge him the way Nobori did. Through his glossy, bliss filled eyes he gazes at him with pure adoration. ]

I-I’m glad it pleases you.