(Preview) The Big Breasted Cow Girls Tied to the Production Line Series (EP2)

The ranch was enclosed by sturdy wooden fences painted in a warm brownish tone, sanded smooth and rounded, encircling a vast field of tender green grass still dotted with morning dew that sparkled like tiny jewels in the sunlight. In the distance stood a dense oak forest, its leaves rustling in the breeze, occasionally punctuated by birdsong that blended with the clear tinkling of cowbells and the staff’s helpless shouts across the ranch—creating a lively, bustling atmosphere.

In the open space at the center of the ranch stood a thick, solid-wood X-shaped cross, its natural grain clearly visible, the surface polished smooth without any sharp splinters. Metal rings were welded at the joints of the horizontal and vertical beams, connected to several black leather restraint straps lined with soft sponge padding—clearly a custom-made restraint device. Unlike the sterile, sealed workshops where Cows 1–4 had been kept, this spot had no cold metal walls or roaring machinery—only wind, sunlight, grass, and the special apparatus hidden inside the wooden cross: several slender latex mechanical arms with gloved tips covered in dense anti-slip ridges, quietly waiting in the hollow interior for the activation command.

牧場は温かみのある茶色に塗られた頑丈な木の柵で囲まれ、表面は滑らかに削られて丸みを帯び、広大な柔らかい緑の牧草地を囲んでいた。朝露がまだ残る草の葉先には小さな宝石のような光がきらめき、遠くには密なオークの森が広がり、風に葉ずれの音が響き、時折鳥のさえずりが混じり、カウベルの澄んだ音とスタッフの困ったような叫び声が牧場全体に響き渡って、活気あふれる賑やかな雰囲気を作り出していた。

牧場の中央の開けたスペースには、厚くて丈夫な木製のX字型十字架が立っていた。自然な木目がはっきり見え、表面は滑らかに磨かれ、鋭いささくれ一つない。横梁と縦梁の接合部には金属リングが溶接され、数本の黒い革の拘束ストラップ（内側に柔らかいスポンジパッド付き）が繋がっていた——明らかに特注の拘束装置だ。1〜4番の牛娘たちが閉じ込められていた無菌の密閉作業場とは違い、ここには冷たい金属の壁も唸る機械もなく、風と陽光と草、そして木の十字架内部に隠された特殊装置だけがあった。細いラテックス機械アームが何本か、手袋の先端に密集した滑り止めリッジ付きで、内部の空洞に静かに待機し、起動命令を待っている。

牧场四周是刷着棕褐色油漆的实木栅栏，栅栏打磨得光滑圆润，圈出了一大片嫩绿色的青草地，草叶上还挂着未干的晨露，在阳光下闪着细碎的光。远处是成片的橡树林，树叶被风吹得沙沙作响，偶尔有几声鸟鸣从林子里传出来，和牧场里清脆的牛铃声、工作人员的无奈喊声交织在一起，热闹得很。

牧场中央的空地上，立着一个粗壮的实木十字架，原木的纹理清晰可见，表面被打磨得光滑圆润，没有尖锐的木刺，横木和竖木的连接处焊着金属扣环，连着几条黑色的皮质束缚带，带子内侧缝着柔软的海绵，显然是专门定制的固定装置。和之前 1-4 号所在的无菌密闭车间截然不同，这里没有冰冷的金属壁面，也没有轰鸣的大型机器，只有风、阳光、草地，还有藏在实木十字架内部的特制装置 —— 数条纤细的胶质机械臂，末端带着胶质手套，指尖布满细密的防滑凸起，正安静地待在木架的中空夹层里，等待着启动的指令。

Cow 05’s activity range was the entire outdoor pasture. There were no cold metal walls here—only sunlight, green grass, and unrestricted wind. Because of this freedom, she had become the ranch’s most mischievous and hardest-to-catch cow girl: Ranch Number 05, the “troublemaker” that forced the staff to chase her for over half an hour every milking day.

Right now, a full-blown “chase battle” was unfolding across the pasture. A golden figure darted nimbly through the grass, her shoulder-length light-golden bob haircut whipping in the wind, the slightly inward-curled ends fluffy and bouncy like a bouncing little sun. This was Cow 05—the ranch’s only short-haired cow girl and the biggest headache for the staff.

Her appearance carried a unique sunny, energetic vibe, completely different from the previous four yet equally delicate and charming, with an extra dose of lively playfulness. Her hair was translucent light gold, like honey drenched in sunlight, glowing with a soft pearlescent sheen under the sun. Neat bangs covered her brows, edges softly rounded, with a few stray strands swaying by her cheeks as she ran, making her face look even smaller and cuter. She had a rounded oval face with natural rosy cheeks like ripe peaches—soft and pinchable.

On her head sat a pair of small, round light-golden horns that perfectly matched her hair color, smooth and glossy with a faint sheen, tips gently rounded without sharp edges—looking docile, yet attached to the least docile girl on the ranch. Below the horns were her signature black-and-white cow ears: pure black tips, soft pink insides, swaying playfully with her every leap. On her left ear hung a slightly larger golden tag engraved “05,” edges polished smooth so it never irritated her ear no matter how wildly she ran—marking her as Ranch Cow 05. Most special of all, she had a long black-and-white cow tail trailing behind her, the tip pure black and fluffy, swinging left and right like a naughty little flag as she ran—a feature none of the previous four cow girls had, making her look exactly like a lively little calf.

Her eyes were clear sky-blue, like the pasture sky above—clean and bright, with slightly upturned corners carrying natural liveliness and mischief. Long black lashes were thick like tiny fans, fluttering as she ran. Even while being chased, there was zero panic in her eyes—only playful laughter. She kept turning back to make silly faces at the pursuing staff, radiating fearless cheekiness.

Her figure was well-proportioned and full, with long, slender white limbs that flowed with vitality—clearly someone who ran and jumped around the pasture every day, bursting with energy. Her arms were slim yet carried faint muscle lines; her small hands had pink fingertips and neatly trimmed nails with a faint pink sheen. Right now, from sheer stubbornness, they were clenched into tight little fists, knuckles slightly white. Her legs were straight and shapely, skin smooth and glowing with healthy pink-white luster. After all the running, she stood with legs slightly apart, knees softly bent, ready to bolt again at any moment.

No cow on the entire ranch was harder to catch than Cow 05. The first four either cooperated obediently or, even when afraid, only struggled in a small area. She, however, would hide in advance on milking days and make the staff chase her all over the pasture for half a day. She was too clever—hiding in the oak forest, squeezing through fence gaps, circling the grass to tire the staff out. When she ran, her neck bell clanged loudly, golden short hair flying like a little calf having the time of her life—impossible to catch.

This time was no exception. The staff had been searching since morning: first finding a torn-open feed bag in the barn, then footprints by the fence, and finally spotting her at the edge of the oak forest, munching on wild fruit. The moment she saw them, her eyes widened, she spun around and sprinted—golden short hair flashing a bright arc in the sunlight, neck bell clanging, feet flying over the grass like a little deer. The staff chased her for over half an hour, circling the pasture twice, before finally cornering the panting girl against the fence.

Even when caught she kept struggling wildly, kicking and flailing: “Let me go! Let me go! I’m not going to the workshop! I don’t want to be strapped to a machine!” She was strong and agile; several staff members had to work hard just to pin her down, yet she still twisted and turned, blue eyes full of defiance like a captured wild kitten.

Since she was far too mischievous and would definitely try to escape on the way back to the workshop, the staff decided to restrain her on the spot for outdoor milking—after all, this solid-wood X-cross had been built specifically for her, precisely because she loved to run. It was the ranch’s outdoor restraint point.

So the staff dragged the still-struggling Cow 05 over to the wooden cross. The moment she saw it she panicked even harder, thrashing wildly: “What are you doing?! I don’t want to be tied here! Let me go! I promise I’ll go back to the workshop obediently! I won’t run anymore!” She had said those words countless times before, only to bolt the second they let go. The staff no longer believed her; they simply smiled, held her down, and began restraining.

Unlike the previous four cow girls’ restraint processes—no magnetic devices, no pneumatic straps, no soft support—this was the most direct, manual outdoor binding. The staff first grabbed her wrists, raised both arms overhead, pressed them together, and wrapped black leather straps tightly around the top horizontal beam. The inner side was lined with soft sponge so it wouldn’t hurt her wrists, yet the binding was extremely secure—no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free. Next, two more straps bound her thighs, spreading her legs and fixing them to the vertical beams on both sides so she couldn’t close her legs or twist her body. The binding was firm yet gentle, never uncomfortable, but completely restricted all movement.

Throughout the entire process Cow 05 struggled desperately, cursing and threatening one moment, then softening her voice to beg the next—but the staff ignored her completely and had her securely tied to the cross in just a few minutes.

Once done, the staff stepped back, hands on hips, and looked her over. At this moment Cow 05 was firmly bound to the solid-wood X-cross: arms raised overhead, wrists fixed to the top beam; legs spread, thighs locked to the lower beams; body leaning slightly back against the smooth yet textured wood. Only her head, fingers, and toes could move a little. Golden sunlight poured over her, gilding the edges of her light-golden short hair. Her skin glowed delicately in the sun. The ultra-thin cow-print bikini clung tightly to her body, clearly revealing the full outline of her pink nipples. Black-and-white patterns against pink-white skin looked especially striking in the sunlight. The golden bell on her neck clanged nonstop with her struggles; her cow tail behind her flicked angrily left and right, unable to reach the straps—looking both furious and adorably frantic.

She tried struggling a few times and discovered her wrists and thighs were locked solid—she couldn’t move at all. Instantly she exploded, blue eyes wide, shouting angrily at the staff: “Let me go! Why tie me so tight?! I already said I won’t run! You’re cheating!”

The staff laughed and teased: “Number 05, you’ve said that eight times today—we don’t believe you anymore. Besides, you made us chase you around half the pasture; we’re too lazy to drag you back to the workshop. We’ll just handle it right here.”

“Right here?!” Cow 05’s eyes widened instantly, cheeks flushing scarlet. “Outdoors?! Are you crazy?! What if the other cows see?!” Although mischievous, she was extremely concerned about face. The thought of being tickled and milked outdoors made her panic; half her earlier arrogance vanished, and her voice now carried real fear.

“Don’t worry—this area has already been cleared. No one else is coming except us.” The staff smiled and pressed the remote in his hand. “Plus, we prepared brand-new equipment just for you—guaranteed different from before.”

The moment the remote was pressed, an extremely faint mechanical hum came from inside the wooden cross behind her—almost completely drowned out by the rustling leaves. She froze, instinctively trying to turn her head but unable to because of the restraints. She could only shout in panic: “What is that?! What did you install inside the cross?!”

Before she finished speaking, several slender mechanical arms slowly extended from the gaps in the wooden planks. The ends had semi-transparent blue latex gloves—exactly like the ones in the pictures. The arms came from behind and beside her like flexible little snakes, slowly approaching her body, glowing faintly and extremely visible in the sunlight.

Cow 05 panicked instantly, body twisting wildly to escape—but she was locked tight and couldn’t move an inch. She could only watch helplessly as the latex mechanical hands drew closer. Moisture instantly filled her blue eyes; her tone shifted from arrogant to tearful and frantic: “What are you doing?! Don’t come near! I’m super ticklish! Don’t mess around!”

She really was extremely ticklish—almost no part of her body wasn’t sensitive. In the workshop before, even a light poke to her waist had sent her rolling on the floor laughing. Now surrounded by so many mechanical hands, the fear made her even more sensitive; just the wind brushing her skin made her shiver and break out in goosebumps.

Unlike the front-facing arms of the previous four, these latex hands all came from behind—from places she couldn’t see—making every touch carry unknown terror and multiplying the tickling sensation several times over. The first to move were the two slimmest mechanical hands. They extended from the upper gap of the cross and slowly landed on her cow ears. The semi-transparent latex gloves gently wrapped both ears; the dense raised textures on the fingertips lightly stroked the black fuzz on the ear tips—movements slow like slow-motion. Occasionally a fingertip would gently poke the soft pink inner side—pressure so light it was almost imperceptible, yet precisely hitting her tickle spots.

The moment the hands touched her ears, Cow 05 jolted violently as if struck by electricity. Her body instantly stiffened. Then bright, loud laughter burst uncontrollably from her mouth; her body twisted wildly, making the golden neck bell clang loudly across the open pasture: “Hahahaha… Don’t touch my ears! Who told you to touch my ears! Hahahaha… It tickles to death! Take them away! Take them away!”

Her laughter was bright and sweet, full of panic and resistance, carried away by the wind and mixing with the rustling leaves and distant birdsong—lively and vivid. Her blue eyes instantly misted over; tears poured down, dripping onto the bikini and leaving wet spots. She desperately tried to shake her head to dodge, but her head wasn’t restrained—every dodge only let the hands hit more precisely. Every stroke and poke felt like a tiny feather sweeping her nerve endings. Drilling tickling spread from her ears through her whole body, making her numb; even her fingertips trembled.

“Hahahaha… You bastards! Sneak-attacking from behind! Hahahaha… Too ticklish! Stop!” She laughed and cursed angrily, but her scolding was chopped into pieces by laughter, carrying zero threat—only adorable charm. Sunlight poured over her face; tears and sweat mixed, sliding down her jaw and dripping onto the grass. Her cheeks burned like ripe apples; ear tips scarlet. Long golden lashes wet with tears stuck to her eyelids—pitiful yet adorable.

But the mechanical hands didn’t stop. Instead they slowed, fingertips stroking her ear insides even more gently, occasionally sweeping the raised texture across the tips. The tickling didn’t lessen—it became finer and more drilling. Since she couldn’t see the hands behind her, she never knew where they would touch next. Every contact came with sudden fright, multiplying the tickling sensation several times over—far stronger than the indoor experience of the previous girls.

Next, two more mechanical hands extended from the middle gap of the cross, slipping under her armpits. The soft latex gloves gently pressed against the tender flesh of her armpits; dense raised textures lightly circled and stroked—gentle yet precise, every stroke landing exactly on her most ticklish spots.

Armpits were one of her fatal tickle spots. The moment they touched, Cow 05’s laughter shot up an octave, becoming more urgent. Her body shook harder; breathing turned fragmented; chest heaved violently, making the bikini sway and outlines even clearer: “Hahahaha… Don’t tickle my armpits! Don’t touch there! Hahahaha… I really can’t take it! You’re too mean! Hahahaha…”

Her tears fell harder; snot and tears mixed—disheveled yet adorable. The golden neck bell rang more frantically with her violent trembling. The heavy clanging mixed with her loud laughter and cursing, echoing across the pasture. Her fingertips clenched tightly, nails nearly digging into her palms; even toes curled hard. Clearly at her limit, yet unable to escape—she could only endure the precise touches. Drilling tickling spread from ears and armpits through her whole body, making her limp; even struggling strength was nearly gone.

Just as she thought the tickling had reached its peak, two more mechanical hands extended from the lower part of the cross and gently pressed against both sides of her waist. Soft latex gloves clung to her soft waist skin; raised textures circled along her waistline from dimple to hip, occasionally poking the tender side flesh or lightly scraping her ribs—delicate and precise, every stroke exactly on her most ticklish spots.

Waist was her absolute most sensitive spot. The moment the hands touched her sides, Cow 05’s laughter became sharp and loud; her body twisted desperately. Even locked to the cross she used all her strength to struggle, making the wooden cross shake slightly. Her begging was almost drowned by laughter: “Hahahaha… Don’t touch my waist! Who told you to touch my waist! Hahahaha… I’m going crazy! It tickles to death! Stop! Please stop! I won’t run anymore! I’ll be good from now on!”

Her soft waist skin melted at a touch. Even the lightest contact made her collapse laughing—let alone such precise circling and poking. Every slide and poke sent drilling tickling exploding from her waist through every pore, making her numb to the bone. Golden sunlight poured over her; her entire body flushed an even pink like fine mutton-fat jade dyed with faint rouge. The ultra-thin cow-print bikini clung tightly to her flushed skin; black-and-white patterns against the pink glow made her nipple outlines even clearer—adding extreme seduction. Her light-golden short hair was wet with sweat, sticking messily to her cheeks and neck—disheveled yet coquettish to the extreme. Even laughing to collapse she couldn’t hide the energetic cuteness deep in her bones.

The staff stood to the side, watching her laugh near suffocation, and teased: “Number 05, weren’t you so arrogant earlier? Already begging? Didn’t you say you’d never run again?”

“Hahahaha… I was wrong! I really was wrong! Hahahaha… I won’t run anymore! I’ll do whatever you say! Make them stop! Please!” Cow 05 completely gave up struggling, laughing and crying as she begged. Her voice was soft with heavy nasal tone and grievance. Her body shook like leaves in autumn wind; laughter became fragmented, nearly breathless. She had never felt tickling this unbearable—especially outdoors. Every breeze made the spots the hands had touched even itchier. Plus, not being able to see the hands’ movements added unknown terror, infinitely amplifying her sensitivity.

But the mechanical hands still didn’t stop. They only slowed, still gently stroking and poking her waist. At the same time the remaining hands moved as well. Two extended from the sides of the cross and landed on her inner arms: soft latex gloves slid from wrist to armpit; raised textures brushed her delicate skin, occasionally poking the tender flesh inside her elbows—gentle yet precise. The other two extended from the lower part and landed on her inner thighs: soft latex gloves pressed against her delicate thigh skin; raised textures circled gently from root to knee and back—every stroke precisely on her tickle spots.

Inner-arm and inner-thigh tickling carried a faint numb feeling, intertwining with the ear, armpit, and waist sensations—instantly drowning Cow 05 completely. Her laughter became fragmented, nearly hoarse. Tears poured nonstop; her whole skin flushed even pink. The ultra-thin cow-print bikini clung tightly, clearly showing pink nipple outlines rising and falling with her violent breathing and trembling—especially striking against the black-and-white pattern. Her cow tail behind her flicked uncontrollably from the tickling—until one mechanical hand accidentally brushed the base of her tail. She jolted violently; her laughter shot up another octave, almost crying: “Hahahaha… Don’t touch my tail! Don’t touch there! I really can’t take it! I’m going to laugh unconscious! Hahahaha…”

The wind blew gently, carrying the scent of grass across her sweat-damp skin, making her shiver again—the tickling becoming even clearer. Her consciousness began to blur; only overwhelming tickling and unstoppable laughter remained. Her blue eyes were full of mist, gaze unfocused, yet carrying extreme pleasure. She had never imagined outdoor tickling would be so much harder than indoors. With no walls to block the sound, her laughter echoed across the open pasture—making her both ashamed and frantic—yet the drilling tickling was impossible to control.

Just as her mind was about to fade and she was laughing almost powerless, two sets of special silicone milking devices slowly extended from inside the cross. Unlike the cold metal milkers in the workshop, these were soft milky-white silicone, trumpet-shaped with smoothly rounded edges—perfectly fitting her full chest curves. They worked in sync with the tickling mechanical hands, precisely aligning with the pink nipple outlines visible through her ultra-thin bikini and slowly approaching.

This outdoor milking setup was specially designed—soft yet practical, efficient at milking without harming her delicate skin. The continuous action of the tickling hands was to stimulate her sensitive spots so milk would flow more smoothly. This was the ranch’s long-tested experience: when the cow girls were in a relaxed yet slightly stimulated state, their milk became richer and sweeter.

When the silicone milking devices gently pressed against her chest, perfectly wrapping her pink nipples, Cow 05 jolted again. Her already fragmented laughter instantly gained tiny broken whimpers. Tickling and milking numbness intertwined into an indescribable sensation, making her whole body go limp and leaving her with zero strength to struggle. “Hahahaha… N-no… Itchy and tingly… Hahahaha…” Her voice was soft and weak, full of nasal tone and grievance. Tears kept falling, dripping onto the silicone devices and leaving wet spots.

牛05の活動範囲は屋外の牧草地全体だった。ここには冷たい金属の壁はなく、陽光と緑の草と自由な風だけがある。この自由のおかげで、彼女は牧場で一番いたずら好きで一番捕まえにくい牛娘になった——牧場No.05、「トラブルメーカー」で、搾乳日のたびにスタッフが30分以上追いかけ回すはめになる。

今まさに牧草地全体で大規模な「追いかけ合戦」が繰り広げられていた。黄金色の影が草の中を敏捷に駆け抜け、肩までのライトゴールドのボブヘアが風に翻り、少し内側にカールした先端がふわふわと跳ねる——まるで跳ねる小さな太陽のよう。これが牛05——牧場で唯一のショートヘア牛娘であり、スタッフ最大の頭痛の種だ。

彼女の容姿はこれまでの4人とは全く違う、独特の晴れやかで元気いっぱいの雰囲気を持ちながら、同じく繊細で魅力的で、さらに生き生きとした遊び心が加わっていた。髪は透き通ったライトゴールドで、陽光に浸した蜂蜜のように、太陽の下で柔らかい真珠光沢を放つ。整った前髪が眉を覆い、端が柔らかく丸く、数本の髪が走るたびに頰の横で揺れ、顔をより小さく可愛く見せている。丸い卵型の顔に自然な桃のようなロージーチーク——柔らかくてつまみたくなる。

頭には髪色にぴったり合った小さく丸いライトゴールドの角が乗っていて、滑らかで光沢があり淡い輝き、先端が優しく丸く鋭い縁なし——おとなしそうに見えるが、牧場で一番おとなしくない少女に付いている。下にはトレードマークの黒白牛耳：純黒の先端、柔らかいピンクの内側が、跳ねるたびに遊び心たっぷりに揺れる。左耳には少し大きめの金のタグに「05」が刻まれ、縁が滑らかに磨かれていてどんなに激しく走っても耳を痛めない——牧場牛05の証。一番特別なのは、長くて黒白の牛尾が後ろに伸び、先端が純黒でふわふわ、走るたびに左右に振れていたずらな小さな旗のように——前の4人の牛娘にはなかった特徴で、まるで生き生きとした子牛そのものに見える。

目は澄んだ空色のスカイブルーで、牧場の上空の空のように清潔で明るく、角が少し上がり、自然な活発さと悪戯っぽさを帯びている。長い黒いまつ毛が小さな扇のように厚く、走るたびにパタパタ。追いかけられていても目にパニックは一切なく——ただ遊び心たっぷりの笑いだけ。スタッフを振り返っては変顔をし、恐れ知らずの生意気さを振りまく。

体型は均整が取れて充実していて、長くて細い白い手足が活力に満ちて流れている——毎日牧草地で走り跳ねているのが明らかで、エネルギー爆発。腕は細いのに淡い筋肉のラインがあり、小さな手はピンクの指先と整った爪に淡いピンクの輝き。今は純粋な頑固さで固く小さな拳に握られ、関節が少し白くなっている。脚はまっすぐで形よく、肌は滑らかで健康的なピンク白の光沢。走り回った後、少し脚を開いて膝を柔らかく曲げ、いつでもまた飛び出せる態勢。

牧場全体で牛05ほど捕まえにくい牛はいない。最初の4人はおとなしく協力するか、怖がっても小さな範囲で暴れるだけだったが、彼女は搾乳日の前日に先に隠れ、半日中牧草地中をスタッフに追いかけさせる。賢すぎる——オークの森に隠れ、柵の隙間をくぐり、草を回ってスタッフを疲れさせる。走ると首のベルが大きく鳴り、黄金のショートヘアが飛び、小さな子牛が大はしゃぎ——捕まえられない。

今回も例外ではなかった。スタッフは朝から捜索：まず納屋で破られた飼料袋を見つけ、次に柵の足跡、最後にオークの森の端で野生の果実をむしゃむしゃ食べている彼女を発見。彼女はスタッフを見た瞬間目を見開き、くるっと回って全力疾走——黄金のショートヘアが陽光に明るい弧を描き、首のベルが鳴り、脚が草の上を鹿のように飛ぶ。スタッフは30分以上追いかけ、牧草地を二周してようやく息切れの彼女を柵に追い詰めた。

捕まった後も激しく暴れ、蹴りながら叫ぶ：「離して！ 離して！ 作業場なんか行かない！ 機械に縛られるの嫌！」彼女は強く敏捷で、何人ものスタッフが力を合わせて押さえつけなければならず、それでも捻りながら抵抗し、スカイブルーの目に反抗心が満ち、捕らえられた野生の子猫のよう。

あまりにもいたずら好きで、作業場に戻る途中で絶対逃げるので、スタッフは即座に屋外搾乳で拘束することにした——この頑丈な木製X字十字架はまさに彼女のために作られたものだ。走るのが大好きな彼女専用、牧場の屋外拘束ポイント。

スタッフはまだ暴れる牛05を十字架まで引きずった。彼女はそれを見た瞬間さらにパニックになり、激しく暴れる：「何するの！？ ここで縛られるの嫌！ 離して！ 作業場におとなしく戻るって約束する！ もう走らない！」その言葉は何度も言ったが、離した瞬間また逃げる。スタッフはもう信じず、ただ笑って押さえつけ、拘束を始めた。

前の4人の牛娘の拘束プロセスとは全く違う——磁気装置も空気圧ストラップも柔らかいサポートもなし。これは最も直接的で手作業の屋外拘束。スタッフはまず手首を掴み、両腕を頭上に上げて合わせ、トップの横梁に黒い革ストラップをきつく巻きつける。内側は柔らかいスポンジなので手首を傷めず、それでも極めてしっかり固定——どんなに暴れても逃げられない。次に二本のストラップで太ももを縛り、脚を広げて両側の縦梁に固定——脚を閉じられず、体を捻れなくする。拘束はしっかりだが優しく、不快にはならないが、全ての動きを完全に制限。

プロセス中、牛05は必死に暴れ、一瞬は罵り脅し、次の瞬間は声を柔らかくして懇願するが、スタッフは完全に無視し、数分で彼女を十字架にしっかり縛り上げた。

完了するとスタッフは手を腰に当てて後ずさり、彼女を眺める。今、牛05は頑丈な木製X字十字架にしっかり拘束されている：腕を頭上に上げ、手首をトップ梁に固定、脚を広げ、太ももを下部の梁にロック、体を少し後ろに傾けて滑らかだが木目の残る木材に寄りかかる。動かせるのは頭と指と足指だけ。黄金の陽光が彼女を浴び、ライトゴールドのショートヘアの縁を金色に染める。肌が陽光で繊細に輝く。超薄い牛柄ビキニが体にぴったり貼りつき、ピンクの乳首の輪郭をくっきり露わに。黒白柄とピンク白の肌が陽光で特に際立つ。首の金のベルが暴れに合わせて止まらず鳴り、後ろの牛尾が怒って左右に振り、ストラップに届かない——怒りと可愛い慌てっぷりが混ざる。

何度か暴れて手首と太ももが完全にロックされていることを確認し、即爆発、スカイブルーの目を見開いてスタッフに怒鳴る：「離して！ なんでこんなにきつく縛るの！？ もう走らないって言ったのに！ ズルい！」

スタッフは笑ってからかう：「05番、今日は8回も言ったよ——もう信じない。それに牧草地の半分追いかけさせたんだ、作業場まで引きずるの面倒くさい。ここで済ませるよ。」

「ここで！？」牛05の目が即座に見開き、頰が真っ赤。「屋外！？ 頭おかしい！？ 他の牛に見られたらどうするの！？」いたずら好きだが顔をとても気にする。屋外でくすぐられて搾乳されると思うとパニックになり、さっきの傲慢さが半分消え、声に本物の恐怖が混じる。

「安心して——このエリアはすでにクリア済み。他の牛は来ない、俺たちだけだ。」スタッフは笑って手のリモコンを押す。「それに君専用に新装備を用意した——前とは絶対違うよ。」

リモコンを押した瞬間、背後の木の十字架内部から極めて微かな機械の唸りが聞こえ——葉ずれの音にかき消されるほど。彼女は凍りつき、本能的に頭を回そうとするが拘束で動けず、ただパニックで叫ぶ：「何それ！？ 十字架の中に何仕込んだの！？」

言い終わる前に、数本の細い機械アームが木の板の隙間からゆっくり伸びてくる。先端は半透明のブルーラテックス手袋——まさに写真通りのもの。アームは後ろと横から柔軟な小さな蛇のように伸び、ゆっくり体に近づき、陽光で淡く輝いて極めて目立つ。

牛05は即パニック、体を激しく捻って逃げようとするがしっかりロックされ、一ミリも動けない。無力に見つめるしかないまま、ラテックス機械手が近づく。スカイブルーの目に即座に水分が溜まり、傲慢な口調が泣き声と慌て声に変わる：「何するの！？ 近づかないで！ 私超くすぐったがり！ ふざけないで！」

本当に極めてくすぐったがり——体のほとんどが敏感スポット。以前の作業場でも腰を軽く突かれただけで床を転げ回って笑った。今はこんなに多くの機械手に囲まれ、恐怖でさらに敏感になり、風が肌を撫でるだけで震えて鳥肌が立つ。

前の4人の正面アームとは違い、このラテックス手は全て後ろから——見えない場所から来るため、毎回のタッチに未知の恐怖が加わり、くすぐり感覚を何倍にも増幅する。最初に動いたのは一番細い二本の機械手。十字架の上部の隙間から伸び、ゆっくり牛耳に着地。半透明ラテックス手袋が両耳を優しく包み、指先の密集した隆起テクスチャーが耳の先の黒い毛を軽く撫で——スローモーションのようにゆっくり。時々指先が柔らかいピンク内側を優しく突く——圧力がほとんど感じないほど軽いが、くすぐりスポットを正確に。

手が耳に触れた瞬間、牛05は電撃に打たれたように激しく跳ねる。体が即座に硬直。次に明るく大きな笑いが抑えきれず口から爆発、激しく体を捻り、黄金の首ベルが開けた牧草地に大きく鳴り響く：「はははは……耳触らないで！ 誰が耳触れって言った！ はははは……死ぬほどくすぐったい！ 取って！ 取って！」

笑いは明るく甘く、パニックと抵抗に満ち、風に乗って葉ずれと遠い鳥のさえずりと混ざる——生き生きとして鮮やか。スカイブルーの目が即座に曇り、涙が溢れてビキニに落ちて濡れた跡。必死に頭を振って避けようとするが頭は固定されていない——避けるたび手がより正確に当たる。毎回のストロークと突きが神経末端を小さな羽で掃くように。ドリルくすぐりが耳から全身に広がり、痺れ、指先まで震える。

「はははは……クソ野郎ども！ 後ろから不意打ち！ はははは……くすぐったすぎ！ やめて！」笑いながら怒鳴るが、罵りは笑いに刻まれて威嚇ゼロ——ただ可愛い魅力だけ。陽光が顔を浴び、涙と汗が混ざって顎を伝い草に落ちる。頰が熟れたリンゴのように熱く、耳の先真っ赤。長い黄金のまつ毛が涙でまぶたに貼りつき——哀れだが可愛い。

しかし機械の手は止まらず。逆に遅くし、指先が耳の内側をさらに優しく撫で、時々隆起テクスチャーを先端に掃く。くすぐりは減らず——より細かくドリルに。後ろの手が見えないので、次にどこを触るかわからず、毎回の接触に突然の恐怖が加わり、くすぐり感覚を何倍にも——室内の前の娘たちよりはるかに強い。

次に、さらに二本の機械手が十字架の中間隙間から伸び、脇の下に滑り込む。柔らかいラテックス手袋が脇の柔肉に優しく押しつけ、密集隆起テクスチャーが軽く円を描いて撫で——優しく正確、毎回のストロークが一番くすぐったいスポットを正確に。

脇は彼女の致命的くすぐりスポットの一つ。触れた瞬間、牛05の笑いがオクターブ上がり、より緊急に。体がより激しく震え、呼吸が途切れ、胸が激しく上下しビキニが揺れて輪郭がさらにくっきり：「はははは……脇くすぐらないで！ そこ触らないで！ はははは……本当に耐えられない！ 意地悪すぎ！ はははは……」

涙がさらに激しく落ち、鼻水と涙が混ざる——乱れていながら可愛い。黄金の首ベルが激しい震えに合わせてより狂ったように鳴る。激しい音が大声の笑いと罵りと混ざり、牧草地に響く。指先が固く握りしめ、爪がほぼ掌に食い込み、足指まで固く曲がる。明らかに限界なのに逃げられず——正確なタッチに耐えるだけ。ドリルくすぐりが耳と脇から全身に広がり、ぐったり、暴れる力さえほぼなくなる。

ピークだと思った瞬間、さらに二本の機械手が十字架の下部から伸び、腰の両側に優しく押しつける。柔らかいラテックス手袋が柔らかい腰肌に密着、隆起テクスチャーが腰ラインをくぼみからヒップまで円を描き、時々横腹の柔肉を突いたり肋骨を軽く掻いたり——繊細で正確、毎回のストロークが一番くすぐったいスポットを正確に。

腰は彼女の絶対一番敏感スポット。両側に触れた瞬間、牛05の笑いが鋭く大きくなり、体が必死に捻る。十字架に固定されていても全力で暴れ、木の十字架が少し揺れる。懇願が笑いにほぼ飲み込まれる：「はははは……腰触らないで！ 誰が腰触れって言った！ はははは……狂う！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！ 止めて！ お願い止めて！ もう走らない！ これからはおとなしくする！」

柔らかい腰肌は触れるだけで溶ける。軽い接触だけで笑い崩壊——こんな正確な円と突きなんて。毎回の滑りと突きが腰から全毛穴にドリルくすぐりを爆発させ、骨まで痺れさせる。黄金の陽光が浴び、全身が上質羊脂玉に淡い rouge を染めたようにピンクに。超薄い牛柄ビキニが赤らんだ肌にぴったり貼りつき、黒白柄とピンクの輝きで乳首輪郭がさらにくっきり——極端な誘惑。ライトゴールドのショートヘアが汗で濡れて頰と首に乱れて貼りつき——乱れていながら極めて色っぽい。笑い崩壊しても骨の髄からの元気な可愛さを隠せない。

スタッフは横で彼女が笑い窒息寸前を見てからかう：「05番、さっきあんなに傲慢だったのに？ もう懇願？ もう走らないって言ったよね？」

「はははは……間違えた！ 本当に間違えた！ はははは……もう走らない！ 何でも言うこと聞く！ 止めて！ お願い！」牛05は完全に暴れを諦め、笑い泣きしながら懇願。声は柔らかく重い鼻声と不満。体が秋風の葉のように震え、笑いが断片的、息も絶え絶え。こんなに耐え難いくすぐりを初めて感じた——特に屋外。風が触られたスポットをさらに痒くする。それに手の動きが見えない未知の恐怖で、敏感さが無限に増幅。

しかし機械の手はまだ止まらず。ただ遅くするだけ、まだ腰を優しく撫でて突く。同時に残りの手も動き始める。二本が十字架の側面から伸び、内腕に着地：柔らかいラテックス手袋が手首から脇まで滑り、隆起テクスチャーが繊細な肌を撫で、時々肘の内側の柔肉を突く——優しく正確。他の二本が下部から伸び、内太ももに着地：柔らかいラテックス手袋が繊細な太もも肌に押しつけ、隆起テクスチャーが根元から膝まで優しく円を描き往復——毎回くすぐりスポットを正確に。

内腕と内太もものくすぐりは淡い痺れ感、耳・脇・腰の感覚と絡み——即座に牛05を完全に溺れさせる。笑いが断片的、ほぼかすれ。涙が止まらず、全身の肌がさらにピンクに。超薄い牛柄ビキニがぴったり貼りつき、ピンク乳首輪郭が激しい呼吸と震えで上下——特に黒白柄に対して際立つ。後ろの牛尾がくすぐりで制御不能に振り——一つの機械手が偶然尾の付け根を撫でた瞬間、激しく跳ね、笑いがさらにオクターブ上がり、ほぼ泣き：「はははは……尾触らないで！ そこ触らないで！ 本当に耐えられない！ 笑い気絶する！ はははは……」

風が優しく吹き、汗で湿った肌に草の香りを運び、再び震え——くすぐりがさらに明確に。意識がぼんやりし始め、圧倒的なくすぐりと止まらない笑いだけが残る。スカイブルーの目は霧に満ち、視線がぼんやり、それでも極端な快感を帯びる。屋外くすぐりが室内よりこんなに辛いなんて想像もしていなかった。壁がないので笑い声が開けた牧草地に響き——恥ずかしくて慌てふためくのに、ドリルくすぐりは制御不可能。

意識が薄れかけ、笑いがほぼ力尽きた頃、十字架内部から二組の特殊シリコン搾乳装置がゆっくり伸びてくる。作業場の冷たい金属搾乳器とは違い、柔らかい乳白色シリコンで、ラッパ型で縁が滑らかに丸く——豊かな胸の曲線にぴったり。くすぐり機械手と同期して動き、超薄ビキニ越しにくっきり見えるピンク乳首輪郭に正確に位置合わせ、ゆっくり近づく。

この屋外搾乳セットは特注——柔らかく実用的、繊細な肌を傷めず効率的に搾乳。くすぐり手の継続動作は敏感スポットを刺激してミルクをよりスムーズに流すため。牧場の長年の経験：牛娘がリラックスしつつ軽く刺激された状態でミルクがより濃厚で甘くなる。

シリコン搾乳装置が胸に優しく押しつけ、ピンク乳首を完璧に包んだ瞬間、牛05はまた跳ねる。すでに断片的だった笑いに小さな途切れた喘ぎが加わる。くすぐりと搾乳の痺れが絡み合い、説明できない感覚に全身がぐったりし、暴れる力ゼロ。「はははは……だ、だめ……痒くて痺れて……はははは……」声は柔らかく弱く、重い鼻声と不満。涙が止まらず、シリコン装置に落ちて濡れた跡。

奶牛 5 号的活动范围是整片露天牧场，这里没有冰冷的金属壁面，只有阳光、青草和无拘无束的风，也正是因为这样，她成了整个牧场里最顽皮、最难活捉的奶牛少女 —— 牧场编号 05，让工作人员每次上岗都要追着跑半个多小时的 “刺头”。

此刻，牧场里正上演着一场 “追逐大战”。金色的身影在青草地里灵活地穿梭，齐肩的浅金色波波头短发被风吹得飞扬起来，发尾微微内扣，带着自然的蓬松弧度，像一团跳动的小太阳。这就是奶牛 5 号，整个牧场里唯一的短发奶牛少女，也是最让工作人员头疼的存在。

奶牛 5 号的外表带着独有的阳光元气感，和前四位的风格截然不同，却同样精致动人，甚至多了几分鲜活的俏皮劲儿。她的头发是透亮的浅金色，像被阳光晒透的蜂蜜，在阳光下泛着柔和的珠光，齐刘海整齐地盖过眉峰，边缘修剪得圆润柔和，几缕细碎的发丝垂在脸颊两侧，随着她的跑动轻轻晃动，衬得她的脸蛋愈发小巧娇俏。她的脸型是圆润的鹅蛋脸，脸颊带着天生的粉晕，像熟透的水蜜桃，看着就软乎乎的，让人忍不住想捏一把。

头顶立着一对小巧圆润的浅金色牛角，和她的发色完美融合，表面光滑细腻，泛着淡淡的光泽，牛角顶端微微圆润，没有尖锐的棱角，看着温顺，却偏偏长在了最不温顺的人头上。牛角下方是一对标志性的黑白奶牛耳，耳尖是纯黑色的，内侧是粉嫩嫩的肉色，触感柔软细腻，随着她的跑动一颠一颠地晃动，格外灵动。她的左耳上挂着一块刻有 “05” 编号的金色耳标，比前几位的耳标更大一点，边缘打磨得光滑圆润，哪怕她跑得再疯，也不会硌到耳朵，时刻标记着她牧场 05 号奶牛的身份。最特别的是，她身后还拖着一条长长的黑白相间的奶牛尾巴，尾尖是纯黑色的，毛茸茸的，跑起来左右晃荡，像个调皮的小旗子，这也是前四位奶牛少女都没有的特征，让她更像一只活蹦乱跳的小奶牛。

她的眼睛是澄澈的天蓝色，像牧场上方的晴空，干净又透亮，眼尾微微上扬，带着一股天生的灵动和狡黠，长长的黑色睫毛纤长浓密，像两把小小的扇子，跑起来轻轻颤动，哪怕此刻正被人追着，眼底也没有丝毫慌乱，反而满是调皮的笑意，时不时还回头对着追她的工作人员做个鬼脸，透着一股天不怕地不怕的顽皮劲儿。

她的身形匀称饱满，四肢修长白皙，线条流畅又充满活力，一看就是平日里总在牧场里跑跳，精力旺盛得不得了。手臂纤细却带着一点小小的肌肉线条，手掌小小的，指尖粉嫩，指甲修剪得整整齐齐，透着淡淡的粉色光泽，此刻正因为不服气，紧紧攥成了小拳头，指节微微泛白。她的腿型笔直匀称，肌肤细腻光滑，透着健康的粉白光泽，此刻正因为刚才的奔跑，微微分开站着，膝盖轻轻弯曲，一副随时准备再次逃跑的模样。

整个牧场里，没有比奶牛 5 号更难活捉的奶牛了。前四位奶牛少女，要么乖乖配合，要么哪怕害怕，也只会小范围挣扎，只有她，每次到了榨乳的日子，都会提前藏起来，整个牧场地跑，工作人员要花上大半天的时间，才能把她抓到。她太机灵了，会躲进橡树林里，会钻过围栏的缝隙，甚至会绕着草地和工作人员兜圈子，跑起来的时候，颈间的牛铃哐当哐当地响，金色的短发被风吹得飘起来，像一只撒欢的小奶牛，怎么都抓不住。

这次也不例外，工作人员从早上就开始找她，先是在牛棚里发现了被她拆开的饲料袋，又在围栏边发现了她踩下的脚印，最后在橡树林的边缘，才撞见了正抱着野果啃的她。一看见工作人员，她眼睛一瞪，转身就跑，金色的短发在阳光下晃出一道亮眼的弧线，颈间的牛铃哐当哐当响，踩着草地跑得飞快，灵活得像只小鹿。工作人员追了她整整半个多小时，绕着牧场跑了两大圈，才终于在围栏的角落，把跑得气喘吁吁的她堵在了里面。

被抓住的时候，她还在拼命挣扎，手脚并用地乱蹬，嘴里气呼呼地喊着：“放开我！你们放开我！我不去车间！我才不要被固定在机器上！” 她的力气不小，又灵活，几个工作人员费了好大的劲，才终于把她按住，可她还是不老实，扭来扭去地想要挣脱，蓝眼睛里满是不服气，像只被抓住的小野猫。

考虑到她实在太顽皮，带回车间的路上肯定又会想办法逃跑，工作人员干脆决定，就地固定，就在户外榨乳 —— 毕竟这实木十字架，本来就是为了她专门准备的，就是怕她跑，才在牧场里设了这个户外固定点。

于是，工作人员架着还在拼命挣扎的奶牛 5 号，走到了实木十字架前。一看见十字架，她瞬间就慌了，挣扎得更厉害了，嘴里喊着：“你们要干什么？！我不要绑在这里！放开我！我保证乖乖回车间！我不跑了！” 可这话她已经说了无数次，每次都转头就跑，工作人员早就不信了，只是笑着按住她，开始固定。

和前四位奶牛少女的固定流程完全不同，没有磁吸装置，没有气动束缚，也没有柔性托举，就是最直接的、手动的户外绑定。工作人员先抓着她的手腕，将她的双臂举过头顶，手腕并拢，用黑色的皮质束缚带，牢牢地绑在了十字架上方的横木上，束缚带的内侧是柔软的海绵，不会勒伤她的手腕，却绑得格外结实，任凭她怎么挣扎，都无法挣脱。紧接着，工作人员又用两条束缚带，分别绑住了她的大腿，将她的双腿分开，牢牢固定在十字架下方的竖木两侧，让她无法并拢双腿，也无法扭动身体，同样绑得结实又温和，不会让她感到不适，却完全限制了她的动作。

整个绑定过程，奶牛 5 号都在拼命挣扎，嘴里骂骂咧咧的，一会儿气呼呼地威胁，一会儿又放软声音求饶，可工作人员根本不吃她这一套，几分钟就把她牢牢绑在了十字架上。

绑好之后，工作人员松开了手，往后退了几步，打量着被固定住的她。此刻的奶牛 5 号，被牢牢绑在实木十字架上，双臂举过头顶，手腕被固定在横木上，双腿分开，大腿被固定在竖木两侧，身体微微后仰，贴在粗糙却光滑的原木上，只有头部和手指、脚尖能稍微活动。金灿灿的阳光洒在她身上，给她浅金色的短发镀上了一层金边，肌肤在阳光下泛着细腻的光泽，超薄的奶牛纹比基尼紧紧贴在她的肌肤上，清晰地透出粉色乳首的完整轮廓，黑白纹路与粉白肌肤相互映衬，在阳光下格外显眼；颈间的金色牛铃随着她的挣扎，哐当哐当地响个不停，身后的奶牛尾巴气呼呼地甩来甩去，却根本碰不到束缚带，模样又气又急，娇憨又可爱。

她试着挣扎了几下，发现手腕和大腿都被绑得死死的，根本动不了，瞬间就炸毛了，蓝眼睛瞪得圆圆的，气呼呼地对着工作人员喊：“你们放开我！绑这么紧干什么！我都说了我不跑了！你们耍赖！”

工作人员笑着调侃：“05 号，这话你今天都说了八遍了，我们可不敢信你。再说了，你跑了大半个牧场，我们也懒得再带你回车间了，就在这儿就地解决吧。”

“就地解决？！” 奶牛 5 号瞬间瞪大了眼睛，脸颊唰地一下红了，“在这里？！户外？！你们疯了？！万一被别的奶牛看见了怎么办！” 她虽然顽皮，却格外好面子，一想到要在户外被挠痒榨乳，瞬间就慌了，刚才的嚣张气焰瞬间灭了一半，语气里带上了一丝慌乱。

“放心吧，这片区域早就清场了，除了我们，没人过来。” 工作人员笑着按下了手里的遥控器，“而且，我们专门给你准备了新设备，保证和之前的都不一样。”

遥控器按下的瞬间，奶牛 5 号身后的实木十字架里，传来一阵极其轻微的机械嗡鸣声，几乎被风吹树叶的声音盖了过去。她愣了一下，下意识地想要回头看，可被绑着，根本转不过头，只能慌慌张张地喊：“什么东西？！你们在木架里装了什么？！”

她的话音刚落，十字架的木板缝隙里，缓缓伸出来数条纤细的机械臂，末端带着半透明的蓝色胶质手套，和图片里的一模一样，这些机械臂从她的身后、身侧伸出来，像灵活的小蛇，缓缓地朝着她的身体靠近，泛着淡淡的光泽，在阳光下格外显眼。

奶牛 5 号瞬间就慌了，身体拼命地扭动起来，想要躲开，可被牢牢绑着，根本动不了分毫，只能眼睁睁看着那些胶质机械手越靠越近，蓝眼睛里瞬间泛起了水光，语气从刚才的嚣张，变成了带着哭腔的慌乱：“你们干什么！别过来！我超怕痒的！你们别乱来！”

她是真的超怕痒，全身上下，就没有几处不怕痒的地方，之前在车间里，只是被工作人员轻轻碰了一下腰侧，就笑到满地打滚，更别说被这么多机械手围着挠了。可越是害怕，她的身体就越敏感，风轻轻吹过她的肌肤，都让她忍不住浑身一颤，起了一层细密的鸡皮疙瘩。

和前四位的正面机械臂完全不同，这些胶质机械手全都来自她的身后，从她看不见的地方伸过来，每一次触碰都带着未知的恐惧，痒意也被放大了数倍。最先动的，是两条最纤细的机械手，它们从十字架的上方缝隙伸出来，缓缓地落在了她的奶牛耳上，半透明的胶质手套轻轻包裹住她的两只耳朵，指尖的细密凸起纹路，轻轻摩挲着她耳尖的黑色绒毛，动作慢得像放慢镜头，偶尔用指尖轻轻点戳一下她粉嫩的耳内侧，力度轻得几乎感觉不到，却精准地戳中了她的痒点。

机械手刚碰到她的耳朵，奶牛 5 号就浑身猛地一颤，像是被电流击中了一般，瞬间绷直了身体，紧接着，清脆又响亮的笑声不受控制地从她嘴里溢了出来，身体剧烈地扭动起来，带动颈间的金色牛铃哐当哐当地响个不停，在空旷的牧场上传出去老远：“哈哈哈…… 别碰耳朵！谁让你们碰耳朵的！哈哈哈…… 痒死了！快拿开！快拿开啊！”

她的笑声又亮又甜，带着浓浓的慌乱和抗拒，在风里散开，和树叶的沙沙声、远处的鸟鸣声交织在一起，格外鲜活。蓝眼睛里瞬间蒙上了一层水雾，眼泪不受控制地涌了上来，顺着脸颊滑落，滴在胸前的比基尼上，晕开一小片湿痕。她拼命地想要晃动脑袋躲开，可头部没有被固定，越躲反而让机械手的触碰更精准，每一次摩挲、每一次点戳，都像一根细细的羽毛，轻轻扫在她的神经末梢上，钻心的痒意顺着耳朵蔓延到全身，让她浑身发麻，连指尖都在微微颤抖。

“哈哈哈…… 你们混蛋！居然从后面偷袭！哈哈哈…… 太痒了！快停下来！” 她一边大笑，一边气呼呼地骂着，可骂出来的话，都被笑声拆得七零八落，一点威慑力都没有，反而透着一股娇憨。阳光洒在她的脸上，泪水和汗水混在一起，顺着下颌线滑落，滴在草地上，脸颊红得像熟透的苹果，连耳尖都红透了，长长的金色睫毛被泪水打湿，紧紧贴在眼睑上，模样又可怜又可爱。

可机械手并没有停下，反而放慢了动作，用指尖更轻柔地摩挲着她的耳内侧，偶尔用凸起的纹路轻轻扫过她的耳尖，痒意非但没有减轻，反而变得更加细腻，更加钻心。她看不见身后的机械手，根本不知道它们下一秒会碰哪里，每一次触碰都带着突如其来的惊吓，痒意也被放大了数倍，比前几位在室内的感受要强烈得多。

紧接着，又有两条机械手从十字架的中间缝隙伸出来，从她的腋下穿了过去，柔软的胶质手套轻轻贴在了她的腋下嫩肉上，指尖的细密凸起纹路，轻轻打圈摩挲，动作轻柔却精准，每一下都刚好落在她最痒的地方。

腋下本就是她的致命痒点之一，被这样轻轻一碰，奶牛 5 号的笑声瞬间拔高，变得更加急促，身体抖得更厉害了，连呼吸都变得断断续续，胸口剧烈地起伏着，带动胸前的比基尼轻轻晃动，透出的轮廓愈发清晰：“哈哈哈…… 别挠腋下！别挠那里！哈哈哈…… 我真的受不了了！你们太坏了！哈哈哈……”

她的眼泪掉得更凶了，鼻涕眼泪混在一起，模样狼狈却又格外娇憨，颈间的金色牛铃随着她的剧烈颤抖，响得愈发频繁，厚重的铃铛声夹杂着她响亮的笑声和骂声，在牧场上回荡。她的指尖紧紧攥着，指甲几乎要嵌进掌心，连脚趾都在用力蜷缩，显然是痒到了极致，可又无法挣脱，只能任由机械手在她的敏感点上轻轻触碰，那种钻心的痒意，从耳朵和腋下蔓延到全身，让她浑身发软，连挣扎的力气都快没了。

就在她以为痒意已经到了极致的时候，又有两条机械手从十字架的下方伸出来，轻轻贴在了她的腰腹两侧，柔软的胶质手套轻轻贴合着她软乎乎的腰腹肌肤，指尖的凸起纹路，顺着她的腰线轻轻打圈摩挲，从腰窝一路滑到胯部，偶尔用指尖轻轻点戳一下她腰侧的软肉，甚至还会轻轻刮一下她的肋骨，动作细腻又精准，每一下都刚好落在她最痒的地方。

腰腹是她最敏感的痒点，没有之一，机械手刚碰到她的腰侧，奶牛 5 号就像是被按下了开关，笑声瞬间变得尖锐又响亮，身体拼命地扭动起来，哪怕被牢牢绑在十字架上，也依旧使出全身的力气挣扎，木质的十字架都被她晃得微微晃动，嘴里的求饶声几乎要被笑声淹没：“哈哈哈…… 别碰腰！谁让你们碰腰的！哈哈哈…… 我要疯了！痒死了！快停下来！求求你们快停下来！我再也不跑了！我以后都乖乖的！”

她的腰腹肌肤细腻得一触即化，哪怕是最轻微的触碰，都会让她笑到崩溃，更别说被这样精准地摩挲和点戳。机械手的每一次滑动、每一次点戳，都让她感受到钻心的痒意，那种痒意从腰腹炸开，顺着血液蔓延到全身的每一个毛孔，让她浑身发麻，连骨头都快要酥了。金灿灿的阳光洒在她身上，她的全身上下都泛起了一层均匀的粉晕，像上好的羊脂玉染上了淡淡的胭脂，超薄的奶牛纹比基尼紧紧贴在她泛红的肌肤上，黑白纹路与粉晕相互映衬，透出的乳首轮廓愈发清晰，添了几分极致的诱惑。浅金色的短发被汗水打湿，凌乱地贴在她的脸颊和脖颈上，模样狼狈却又娇媚到了极致，哪怕是笑到崩溃，也依旧难掩她骨子里的元气和娇憨。

工作人员站在一旁，看着她笑到快要喘不上气的模样，笑着调侃：“05 号，刚才不是还挺嚣张的吗？怎么这就求饶了？不是说再也不跑了？”

“哈哈哈…… 我错了！我真的错了！哈哈哈…… 我以后再也不跑了！你们让我干什么我就干什么！快让它们停下来！求求你们了！” 奶牛 5 号彻底放弃了挣扎，一边大笑一边哭着求饶，声音软乎乎的，带着浓浓的鼻音和委屈，身体抖得像秋风中的落叶，连笑声都变得断断续续，快要喘不上气了。她从来都没觉得痒意这么难熬，尤其是在户外，风一吹，被机械手碰过的地方就更痒了，加上看不见机械手的动作，每一次触碰都带着未知的恐惧，让她的敏感被无限放大。

可机械手依旧没有停下，只是放缓了动作，依旧在她的腰腹上轻轻摩挲点戳，与此同时，剩下的几条机械手也缓缓动了起来。两条从十字架的侧面伸出来，轻轻落在了她的手臂内侧，柔软的胶质手套顺着她纤细的手臂，从手腕一路轻轻摩挲到腋下，指尖的凸起纹路轻轻划过她细腻的肌肤，偶尔用指尖轻轻点戳一下手肘内侧的嫩肉，动作轻柔却精准；另外两条则从十字架的下方伸出来，轻轻落在了她的大腿内侧，柔软的胶质手套轻轻贴合着她细腻的大腿肌肤，指尖的凸起纹路轻轻打圈摩挲，从大腿根部一路滑到膝盖，又缓缓滑回去，每一下都精准地落在她的痒点上。

手臂内侧和大腿内侧的痒意，带着一丝细微的麻感，与耳朵、腋下、腰腹的痒意交织在一起，瞬间将奶牛 5 号彻底淹没。她的笑声变得断断续续，几乎要笑哑了嗓子，眼泪不停地掉，浑身的肌肤都泛着均匀的粉晕，超薄的奶牛纹比基尼紧紧贴在她的肌肤上，清晰地透出粉色乳首的轮廓，随着她剧烈的呼吸和颤抖轻轻起伏，在黑白纹路的映衬下，格外显眼。身后的奶牛尾巴因为痒意，不受控制地甩来甩去，却不小心被一条机械手轻轻碰了一下尾根，她瞬间浑身一颤，笑声又拔高了一个度，几乎要哭出来了：“哈哈哈…… 别碰尾巴！别碰那里！我真的不行了！我要笑晕过去了！哈哈哈……”

风轻轻吹过，带着青草的香气，拂过她汗湿的肌肤，让她忍不住又打了个寒颤，痒意变得更加清晰。她的意识都开始变得涣散，只剩下铺天盖地的痒意，还有不受控制的笑声，蓝眼睛里满是水雾，眼神涣散，却又透着一丝极致的愉悦。她从来没想过，户外的挠痒会比室内难熬这么多，没有墙壁的遮挡，她的笑声在空旷的牧场上散开，让她又羞又急，可偏偏痒意钻心，根本控制不住自己的反应。

就在她意识快要涣散，笑到几乎失去力气的时候，十字架夹层里又缓缓伸出两组特制的硅胶榨乳装置 —— 不同于车间里冰冷的金属榨乳器，这组装置是柔软的乳白色硅胶材质，呈喇叭状，边缘打磨得圆润光滑，刚好能贴合她饱满的胸部曲线，与挠痒机械手相互配合，精准地对准了她透过超薄比基尼透出的粉色乳首，缓缓靠近。

这是专门为户外榨乳设计的装置，兼顾了柔软度和实用性，既能高效榨乳，又不会伤害她娇嫩的肌肤，而挠痒机械手的持续动作，正是为了刺激她的敏感点，让乳汁能更顺畅地分泌，这也是牧场多年来总结的经验 —— 奶牛少女们在放松又略带刺激的状态下，产出的乳汁会更加醇厚香甜。

当硅胶榨乳装置轻轻贴上她的胸部，刚好包裹住那粉嫩的乳首时，奶牛 5 号浑身又是一颤，原本就断断续续的笑声，瞬间又多了一丝细碎的呜咽，痒意与榨乳的酥麻感交织在一起，形成一种难以言喻的感觉，让她浑身发软，连挣扎的力气都彻底没了。“哈哈哈…… 不、不要…… 又痒又麻…… 哈哈哈……” 她的声音软糯又微弱，带着浓浓的鼻音和委屈，眼泪还在不停地掉，顺着脸颊滑落，滴在硅胶装置上，晕开一小片湿痕。

While Cow 05’s laughter and begging echoed across the pasture, another “capture operation” had just concluded not far away beside a thatched shed. The star of this chase was Ranch Number 06—nicknamed “Cow 5A”—Cow 06, the twin sister of Cow 05. She had almost identical light-golden bob hair but possessed several times more sensitive spots than her sister. She was the ranch’s “ultra-ticklish constitution” who would laugh the moment anyone touched her—even wind brushing her skin made her tremble. Besides 05, she was the staff’s second-biggest headache and another “escape expert.”

Unlike her sister’s playful running escape, Cow 06’s escape method was “hiding.” She was too ticklish and knew that once caught she would face overwhelming tickling, so on milking days she would find a hidden corner in advance, curl into a ball, and hold her breath. But her milky scent was far too distinctive—soft, sweet, and slightly milky, different from 05’s sunny fragrance, carrying an extra soft, sticky sweetness. Even hiding in thick grass, the scent would drift on the wind. She never lasted more than half an hour before being found.

Today was no exception. At first light, 06 had slipped out of the temporary barn during shift change. Using her familiarity with the ranch, she hid behind this thatched shed—tall foxtail grass grew here, and the shed’s shadow perfectly concealed her. She curled into the tiniest ball, knees against her chest, arms tightly hugging her legs. Her light-golden bob hung down, covering most of her face. She breathed as lightly as possible and whispered: “Don’t find me… don’t find me… please don’t look this way…” Her fingertips clenched the bikini hem so tightly her knuckles turned white, terrified of making even the slightest sound.

The staff had actually spotted her trail half an hour earlier—the unique soft milky scent had carried far on the wind. Experienced staff immediately recognized it as 06. Unlike the full-speed chase for 05, catching 06 required extra caution. They slowed their steps, lightened their breathing, and crept toward the shed with playful smiles. One staff member whispered teasingly: “Look at this poor little thing—hiding so seriously, not realizing her milky scent already sold her out. When we catch her we have to be gentle—don’t make her laugh unconscious right away; that wouldn’t be fun.” Another agreed: “Exactly. Our 5A is so soft she laughs the moment you touch her—more ticklish than cotton. Teasing her is so much fun.”

When the staff quietly circled behind the shed and saw the curled-up 06, she was still holding her breath. Her warm-brown eyes stared fixedly at the ground; fingertips clutched her bikini hem; even her ears were rigidly straight. She kept whispering: “Don’t come… don’t come… I hid so well, they definitely can’t find me… hurry up and leave, I won’t hide anymore…” Her trembling shoulders had already given her away. One staff member slowly reached out, deliberately moving in slow motion, fingertip hovering above her shoulder without touching or moving, teasing: “Little 06, we found you~ Guess what—if I touch you right now, will you laugh immediately?”

The moment he finished speaking, his fingertip lowered just one millimeter—still a full centimeter from her skin. The mere slight airflow made 06 jolt violently as if shocked by electricity. Then clear, soft laughter exploded uncontrollably: “Hahahaha! It tickles! So ticklish! Don’t touch me! Stay away! Hahahaha… You cheated! It tickles to death even before you touch me! Hahahaha… Did I hide badly? How did you find me so fast?!”

Her laughter was softer and more delicate than 05’s—like melted cotton candy, sickeningly sweet. Just the light airflow made her go limp; her body curled tighter, hands clutching her shoulders. She laughed and twisted, shoulders trembling nonstop. Warm-brown eyes instantly filled with tears that slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the grass. She kept shouting: “Hahahaha… It tickles to death! Help! Don’t touch the air around me! Hahahaha… Too ticklish, too ticklish—I can’t take it! Hahahaha… You’re so mean! Deliberately teasing me!” She looked both ticklish and wronged, scared and frantic—crying mixed with laughter, soft and adorable, making people want to tease her more.

The staff smiled and leaned close to her ear, tone even more teasing: “Aww, we didn’t touch you~ It’s just that our little 06 is too sensitive~ So ticklish yet you still dared to hide? Were you hoping we’d come tease you and hear you laugh?” As he spoke he deliberately brushed her upper arm with a fingertip—avoiding the most sensitive spots—yet 06’s laughter instantly shot up an octave, becoming more urgent and clear.

“Hahahaha… Liar! You touched me! So itchy, so itchy! I was wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have hidden! Hahahaha… Don’t touch my arm! It tickles to death! Hahahaha… I won’t hide anymore! I’ll obediently follow you—okay? Hahahaha… Please, stop touching me! If you keep going I’ll laugh unconscious!” 06 struggled lightly with hands and feet, but she had zero strength. Because she was laughing so hard she went limp, she couldn’t even lift her hands. She could only laugh and beg at the top of her lungs—laughter rising and falling: soft sticky “Hahahaha… tickle~”, urgent sharp “Hahahaha! It tickles to death!”, and tearful “Wuu… Hahahaha… Itchy and wronged… You’re bullying me!” Her speech was chopped into pieces by laughter; her soft voice full of timid charm with zero threat—making her even more lovable.

The staff watched her laugh until her whole body twitched and tears streamed, both annoyed and amused. They deliberately slowed their movements, fingertips lightly brushing her upper arm, tone teasing: “Follow us obediently and we won’t touch you~ If you keep struggling we’ll deliberately tickle your most ticklish waist. Guess what—you’ll laugh until you’re crying and begging us to spare you, right?”

The moment she heard “tickle waist,” 06’s laughter became even more urgent; her body shook harder; tears fell heavier. She begged nonstop: “Hahahaha… No! Don’t tickle my waist! That’s my most ticklish spot! Hahahaha… I’ll obediently follow you! I won’t struggle! Hahahaha… Stop teasing me—I really can’t take it! It tickles to death!”

But the moment she finished speaking, a staff fingertip accidentally brushed her wrist. 06’s laughter erupted again—louder than before. Her body twisted harder; she shouted: “Hahahaha… Liar! You touched my wrist! So itchy! I’m going to laugh unconscious! Hahahaha… Help! I won’t run anymore, I won’t hide anymore—please stop touching me! Hahahaha… I’ll kowtow to you—okay? Stop teasing me!” Warm-brown eyes flooded with tears; she cried harder, yet the corners of her mouth still carried an unstoppable smile—pitiful yet adorable, making people want to tease her more.

Another staff member deliberately reached out, fingertip hovering beside her waist without touching, only teasing with words: “See? As long as you behave we won’t touch your waist~ If you keep crying and making noise I really will do it—make you laugh until you can’t even speak. Sound good?”

“No no! Hahahaha… Don’t touch my waist! I’ll behave! I’ll definitely behave! Hahahaha… Itchy—so itchy! Just thinking about it makes it itchy! Hahahaha… I’ll follow you! I’ll follow you right now!” 06 was so scared her whole body trembled; laughter carried heavy sobs. Her body went completely soft like it had no bones; she had zero strength left to struggle. She could only let the staff gently hold her while still laughing and begging: “Hahahaha… Don’t shake me—it makes me itchier! Hahahaha… I’ll behave—don’t tickle me, okay? Please—I’m more ticklish than my sister! Hahahaha… Spare me this time!”

The staff helped the limp 06 stand in front of the wooden post. Her laughter still hadn’t stopped; warm-brown eyes full of panic, staring fixedly at the handcuffs on the post while shrinking back: “Hahahaha… Don’t tie me! I’ll really behave! Don’t touch me! It tickles to death…” But she couldn’t even stand steadily. She could only let the staff raise her arms overhead, press her wrists together, and lock them firmly to the top ring with black leather handcuffs. The inner side had soft sponge—no injury, yet locked extremely tight. No matter how she struggled she couldn’t move an inch.

Next, two black leather straps bound her thighs, spreading her legs and fixing them to rings on both sides of the post so she couldn’t close her legs or twist her waist. She could only lean slightly back against the post. Throughout the restraint the staff were extremely careful, avoiding her sensitive spots—but even so, occasional fingertip brushes to her waist or arms made her burst into urgent laughter, tears sliding down her flushed cheeks: “Hahahaha… Don’t touch my waist! It tickles to death! I was wrong! I won’t hide anymore! Hahahaha…”

Once restrained, Cow 06 was locked firmly to the post: arms raised high, light-golden bob hanging over her shoulders, inward-curled ends glowing warmly in the sunlight. Her milky-white horns swayed gently; the “06” ear tag jingled with her trembling; the golden neck bell also rang softly, mixing with her laughter. Her body pressed against the post; the ultra-thin cow-print bikini clung tightly, clearly showing pink nipple outlines—especially striking in the sunlight. Warm-brown eyes full of fear, yet she couldn’t stop lightly laughing from the earlier touches—looking both scared and adorable.

The staff stood in front of her, smiling as he waved the remote, tone full of teasing: “Ready? Our 5A, you’re about to enjoy yourself~ I heard you’re even more ticklish than your sister. Today let us see how long you can last, okay?”

06’s eyes widened instantly; her laughter suddenly weakened, carrying sobs as she begged: “Hahahaha… No! Don’t start! I’m really ticklish! I laugh the moment you touch me! Please! I’ll obediently make milk—okay? Don’t tickle me! Hahahaha…” Her body trembled lightly; even the neck bell shook harder, its ringing full of panic.

But the staff had already pressed the remote.

A faint mechanical hum came from inside the post. Then several slender transparent latex mechanical hands slowly extended—ends with semi-transparent white latex gloves, fingertips covered in dense anti-slip ridges, glowing softly like flexible little snakes approaching her body from front, back, left, and right.

The first to move were the two slimmest mechanical hands. They extended from the upper gap and gently landed on her cow ear and neck. The semi-transparent latex glove wrapped one ear; raised textures lightly stroked the black fuzz on the tip. The other hand used a fingertip to lightly trace her neck, brushing the shallow collarbone hollow—pressure light as a feather.

“Hahahaha!! It tickles to death!! Don’t touch my ears! Don’t touch my neck!! Hahahaha…” 06’s laughter erupted instantly—more urgent and clear than ever before. Her body stiffened then shook violently; arms struggled desperately inside the handcuffs but could only sway slightly. The neck bell jingled nonstop, carrying far across the open pasture. Her warm-brown eyes instantly filled with tears that slid down her flushed cheeks. Yet the corners of her mouth still lifted; she laughed and cried begging: “Hahahaha… Help! Too ticklish! I’m going to laugh unconscious! Hahahaha… Don’t touch me! I was wrong! I really was wrong!”

The staff teased: “Aww, we just started and our 5A already can’t take it? Just touching your ear and neck made you laugh like this—what are we going to do next?”

Before he finished, two more mechanical hands extended from the side gaps and gently landed on her armpits. Semi-transparent latex gloves pressed against the tender flesh; raised textures lightly circled and stroked, occasionally poking—gentle yet precise, exactly hitting her most sensitive spots.

“Hahahaha!!! Don’t touch my armpits!!! That’s the most ticklish place!!! Hahahaha… I’m going crazy!! It tickles to death!!” 06’s laughter shot up another octave, becoming sharp yet soft and sticky. Her body twisted violently; even locked to the post she struggled with all her strength, making the wooden post shake slightly. Her cheeks burned like ripe apples; ear tips scarlet. Long lashes wet with tears stuck to her eyelids—pitiful yet adorable. Her begging was chopped into pieces by laughter: “Hahahaha… Let me go!! I won’t run anymore!! I’ll obediently make milk!! Hahahaha… Stop!! I’m going to laugh until I can’t breathe!!”

The staff deliberately slowed the mechanical hands, fingertips stroking her armpits even more gently, teasing heavier: “Oh? So armpits are your fatal weakness? Then we’ll tickle them a bit longer—such a nice-sounding laugh is rare~”

“Hahahaha… Liar!! You’re bullying me!! Hahahaha… It tickles to death!! I’m going to cry!! Wuu… Hahahaha… Itchy and crying!! So uncomfortable!!” 06’s laughter mixed with sobs; tears fell heavier. Her body went completely soft like it had no bones, leaning against the post. She had almost no strength left to struggle—she could only endure the precise touches. Drilling tickling spread from her armpits through her whole body, making her numb; even her fingertips trembled.

Next, two more mechanical hands extended from the lower gap and gently landed on both sides of her waist. Semi-transparent latex gloves pressed against her soft waist skin; raised textures circled along her waistline from dimple to hip, occasionally poking the tender side flesh or lightly scraping her ribs—delicate and precise, every stroke exactly on her most ticklish spots.

Waist was 06’s absolute most sensitive spot. The moment the hands touched her sides she was like a switch had been flipped—laughter instantly became sharp and urgent. Her body twisted desperately; even locked she struggled with all her strength. Begging was almost drowned by laughter: “Hahahaha!!! Don’t touch my waist!!! That’s the most ticklish place!!! Hahahaha… I’m going to laugh unconscious!!! Help!!! I won’t hide anymore!!! I’ll be good from now on!!! Hahahaha…”

Her soft waist skin melted at a touch. Even the lightest contact made her collapse laughing. Every slide and poke sent drilling tickling exploding from her waist through every pore, making her numb to the bone. Sunlight poured over her; her entire body flushed an even pink like fine mutton-fat jade dyed with faint rouge. The ultra-thin cow-print bikini clung tightly to her flushed skin; black-and-white patterns against the pink glow made her nipple outlines even clearer—adding extreme seduction. Her light-golden short hair was wet with sweat, sticking messily to her cheeks and neck—disheveled yet coquettish to the extreme. Even laughing to collapse she couldn’t hide the soft cuteness and timid charm deep in her bones.

The staff watched her laugh near suffocation and teased: “Number 06, weren’t you so stubborn earlier? Already begging? Didn’t you say you could last longer than your sister? Looks like you’re even more ticklish than her~”

“Hahahaha… I was wrong!! I really was wrong!! Hahahaha… I’m not as good as my sister!! I’m the most ticklish!! Stop!! Please!! Hahahaha…” 06 completely gave up struggling, laughing and crying as she begged. Her voice was soft with heavy nasal tone and grievance. Her body shook like leaves in autumn wind; laughter became fragmented, nearly breathless. She had never felt tickling this unbearable—especially outdoors. Every breeze made the touched spots even itchier. Plus, not being able to see the hands’ movements added unknown terror, infinitely amplifying her sensitivity.

But the mechanical hands still didn’t stop. They only slowed, still gently stroking and poking her waist. At the same time the remaining two hands moved, landing on her inner arms and inner thighs. Semi-transparent latex gloves slid from wrist to armpit, raised textures brushing her delicate skin; the other circled from thigh root to knee—every stroke precisely on her tickle spots.

Inner-arm and inner-thigh tickling carried a faint numb feeling, intertwining with ear, neck, armpit, and waist sensations—instantly drowning 06 completely. Her laughter became fragmented, nearly hoarse. Tears poured nonstop; her whole skin flushed even pink. The ultra-thin cow-print bikini clung tightly, clearly showing pink nipple outlines rising and falling with her violent breathing and trembling—especially striking against the black-and-white pattern. The neck bell rang more frantically with her violent trembling; its jingling mixed with her soft laughter and begging, echoing across the open pasture and intertwining with 05’s laughter nearby—one crisp, one soft; one urgent, one gentle—especially lively.

“Hahahaha… I can’t… I really can’t… Hahahaha… It tickles to death… Please… stop…” 06’s voice grew weaker; laughter became breathless. Her body had gone completely soft with no strength left. She could only lean against the post and let the mechanical hands keep touching lightly. Drilling tickling still spread, yet she had no strength to struggle. Warm-brown eyes full of mist, gaze unfocused, yet carrying extreme pleasure.

牛05の笑いと懇願が牧草地に響く中、近くの藁葺き小屋の横で別の「捕獲作戦」がちょうど終了した。この追いかけの主役は牧場No.06——愛称「Cow 5A」——牛05の双子の妹、牛06。ほぼ同じライトゴールドのボブヘアだが、姉の何倍もの敏感スポットを持つ。牧場の「超くすぐったがり体質」で、触られた瞬間笑い、風が肌を撫でるだけで震える。05の次にスタッフの頭痛の種であり、もう一人の「脱走のプロ」。

姉の遊び心ある走って逃げる方法とは違い、牛06の脱走方法は「隠れる」。くすぐったがりすぎて捕まったら圧倒的なくすぐりに遭うと知っているので、搾乳日の前日に先に隠れた角を探し、丸くなって息を止める。しかし彼女のミルクの香りは独特すぎ——柔らかく甘く、少しミルクっぽく、05の晴れやかな香りとは違い、余分に柔らかくねっとりした甘さ。厚い草の中に隠れても風に乗って漂う。30分以上は絶対持たない。

今日も例外ではなかった。夜明けに交代の隙に仮納屋から抜け出し、牧場に詳しい知識でこの藁葺き小屋の後ろに隠れた——ここは背の高いネズミホソムギが生え、小屋の影が完璧に彼女を隠す。できるだけ小さく丸くなり、膝を胸に当て、腕で脚をしっかり抱き。ライトゴールドのボブが顔のほとんどを覆う。息をできるだけ小さくし、囁く：「見つけないで……見つけないで……こっち見ないで……」指先がビキニの裾を握りしめ、関節が白くなるほど、わずかな音も怖い。

スタッフは実は30分前に彼女の痕跡を発見済み——独特の柔らかいミルク香が風に遠く運ばれていた。経験豊富なスタッフは即座に06だと認識。05のような全力追いかけとは違い、06の捕獲はさらに慎重が必要。足音を遅くし、息を軽くし、遊び心たっぷりの笑みで小屋に忍び寄る。一人のスタッフが囁いてからかう：「ほらこのかわいそうな子——真剣に隠れてるのに、自分のミルク香でバレてるのも知らない。捕まえたら優しくして——いきなり笑い気絶させないで、面白くないよ。」もう一人が同意：「そうだね。うちの5Aは触れただけで笑う——綿よりくすぐったい。からかうのが超楽しい。」

スタッフが静かに小屋の後ろを回り、丸くなった06を見た時、彼女はまだ息を止めていた。ウォームブラウンの目が地面をじっと見つめ、指先がビキニの裾を握り、耳までピンと立っている。まだ囁く：「来ないで……来ないで……こんなに上手く隠れたんだ、絶対見つからない……早く行って、もう隠れないから……」震える肩がすでにバレている。一人のスタッフがゆっくり手を伸ばし、わざとスローモーションで、指先を肩の上に浮かせて触れず動かさず、からかう：「小さな06、見つけたよ〜 もし今触ったら、すぐ笑うかな？」

言い終わるや否や、指先を1ミリだけ下げ——まだ肌まで1センチ離れている。わずかな空気の流れだけで06は電撃に打たれたように激しく跳ねる。次にクリアで柔らかい笑いが抑えきれず爆発：「はははは！ くすぐったい！ 超くすぐったい！ 触らないで！ 離れて！ はははは……ズルい！ 触る前から死ぬほどくすぐったい！ はははは……隠し方下手だった？ どうしてこんなに早く見つけたの！？」

笑いは05より柔らかく繊細——溶けた綿菓子のように甘すぎる。軽い空気の流れだけでぐったり、体をさらに丸くし、手で肩を抱く。笑いながら捻り、肩が止まらず震える。ウォームブラウンの目に即座に涙が溜まり、頰を伝って草に落ちる。叫び続ける：「はははは……死ぬほどくすぐったい！ 助けて！ 私の周りの空気触らないで！ はははは……くすぐったすぎ、くすぐったすぎ——耐えられない！ はははは……意地悪！ わざとからかってる！」くすぐったくて理不尽で、怖くて慌てふためく——泣き笑い、柔らかく可愛く、もっとからかいたくなる。

スタッフは笑って耳元に顔を近づけ、さらにからかう口調：「あら、触ってないよ〜 うちの小さな06が敏感すぎるだけ〜 こんなにくすぐったいのにまだ隠れる勇気あった？ 私たちがからかって笑い声聞きたいと思ってた？」

そう言いながらわざと上腕を指先で軽く撫で——一番敏感なスポットを避けて——しかし06の笑いは即座にオクターブ上がり、より緊急でクリアに。

「はははは……嘘つき！ 触った！ 痒い、痒い！ 間違えた、間違えた！ 隠れるんじゃなかった！ はははは……腕触らないで！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！ はははは……もう隠れない！ おとなしくついて行く——いい？ はははは……お願い、触らないで！ このままじゃ笑い気絶する！」06は手足で軽く暴れるが力ゼロ。笑いすぎてぐったり、手すら上げられない。叫びながら懇願するだけ——笑いが上がったり下がったり：柔らかくねっとり「はははは……くすぐったい〜」、緊急で鋭く「はははは！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！」、泣き声「うう……はははは……痒くて理不尽……いじめてる！」言葉が笑いに刻まれ、柔らかい声に控えめな魅力が満ち、威嚇ゼロ——さらに愛おしい。

スタッフは彼女が体中痙攣して涙を流すのを見て、苛立ちながらも面白がる。わざと動きを遅くし、上腕を指先で軽く撫で、口調をからかう：「おとなしくついて来たら触らないよ〜 暴れ続けるならわざと一番くすぐったい腰をくすぐるよ。どうなると思う？ 泣きながら懇願するまで笑わせてあげるよね？」

「腰くすぐる」と聞いた瞬間、06の笑いがさらに緊急に、体がより激しく震え、涙がより重く落ちる。止まらず懇願：「はははは……だめ！ 腰くすぐらないで！ そこが一番くすぐったいところ！ はははは……おとなしくついて行く！ 暴れない！ はははは……からかわないで——本当に耐えられない！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！」

しかし言い終わるや否や、スタッフの指先が偶然手首を撫でる。06の笑いが再び爆発——前より大きく。体がより激しく捻り、叫ぶ：「はははは……嘘つき！ 手首触った！ 超痒い！ 笑い気絶する！ はははは……助けて！ もう走らない、隠れない——お願い触らないで！ はははは……土下座する——いい？ からかわないで！」ウォームブラウンの目に涙が溢れ、泣きながらも口角に止まらない笑み——哀れだが可愛く、もっとからかいたくなる。

もう一人のスタッフがわざと手を伸ばし、腰の横に指先を浮かせて触れず、言葉だけでからかう：「ほら？ おとなしくすれば腰触らないよ〜 泣いて騒ぐなら本当にやる——話せなくなるまで笑わせてあげる。いいでしょ？」

「だめだめ！ はははは……腰触らないで！ おとなしくする！ 絶対おとなしくする！ はははは……痒い——超痒い！ 考えるだけで痒くなる！ はははは……ついて行く！ 今すぐついて行く！」06は怖くて全身震え、笑いに重い嗚咽が混じる。体が完全に骨抜きのように柔らかくなり、暴れる力ゼロ。スタッフに優しく抱えられながら、まだ笑いながら懇願：「はははは……揺らさないで——もっと痒くなる！ はははは……おとなしくする——くすぐらないで、いい？ お願い——姉よりくすぐったい！ はははは……今回だけ許して！」

スタッフはぐったりした06を木の柱の前に立たせる。笑いはまだ止まらず、ウォームブラウンの目にパニックが満ち、手錠をじっと見つめながら後ずさる：「はははは……縛らないで！ 本当におとなしくする！ 触らないで！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい……」しかし立っているのもやっと。スタッフに両腕を頭上に上げられ、手首を合わせ、トップのリングに黒い革の手錠でしっかりロックされる。内側は柔らかいスポンジ——傷なし、しかし極めてきつくロック。どんなに暴れても一ミリも動けず。

次に二本の黒い革ストラップで太ももを縛り、脚を広げて柱の両側のリングに固定——脚を閉じられず、腰を捻れなくする。少し後ろに柱に寄りかかるだけ。拘束中スタッフは極めて慎重に敏感スポットを避けるが、それでも時々腰や腕を指先が撫で、緊急の笑いを爆発させ、赤くなった頰に涙が滑り落ちる：「はははは……腰触らないで！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！ 間違えた！ もう隠れない！ はははは……」

拘束完了後、牛06は柱にしっかり固定：腕を高く上げ、ライトゴールドのボブが肩に垂れ、内側にカールした先端が陽光で温かく輝く。乳白色の角が優しく揺れ、「06」の耳タグが震えに合わせてチリンチリン、黄金の首ベルも柔らかく鳴り、笑いと混ざる。体が柱に押しつけ、超薄い牛柄ビキニがぴったり貼りつき、ピンク乳首輪郭がくっきり——特に陽光で際立つ。ウォームブラウンの目に恐怖満載、しかしさっきのタッチでまだ軽く笑いが漏れ——怖がりながらも可愛い。

スタッフは彼女の前に立ち、リモコンを振りながらからかう口調満載：「準備いい？ うちの5A、楽しむよ〜 姉よりくすぐったいって聞いたよ。今日はどれだけ耐えられるか見せて、いい？」

06の目が即座に見開き、笑いが急に弱くなり、嗚咽混じりで懇願：「はははは……だめ！ 始めないで！ 本当にくすぐったい！ 触られただけで笑う！ お願い！ おとなしくミルク出す——いい？ くすぐらないで！ はははは……」体が軽く震え、首ベルがより激しく揺れ、鳴りがパニックに満ちる。

しかしスタッフはすでにリモコンを押していた。

柱内部から微かな機械の唸り。次に数本の細い透明ラテックス機械手がゆっくり伸び——先端は半透明の白ラテックス手袋、指先は密集した滑り止めリッジで、柔軟な小さな蛇のように前後左右から体に近づく。

最初に動いたのは一番細い二本の機械手。上部の隙間から伸び、牛耳と首に優しく着地。半透明ラテックス手袋が片方の耳を包み、隆起テクスチャーが先端の黒い毛を軽く撫で。もう一本は指先で首を軽くなぞり、浅い鎖骨のくぼみを撫で——圧力は羽のように軽い。

「はははは！！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！！ 耳触らないで！ 首触らないで！！ はははは……」06の笑いが即座に爆発——今までで一番緊急でクリア。体が硬直してから激しく震え、手錠の中で腕が必死に暴れるが少し揺れるだけ。首ベルが止まらず鳴り、開けた牧草地に遠く響く。ウォームブラウンの目に即座に涙が溜まり、赤くなった頰を伝う。しかし口角はまだ上がり、笑い泣きで懇願：「はははは……助けて！ くすぐったすぎ！ 笑い気絶する！ はははは……触らないで！ 間違えた！ 本当に間違えた！」

スタッフはからかう：「あら、始まったばかりなのにうちの5Aもう耐えられない？ 耳と首触っただけでこんな笑い方——次どうしようか？」

言い終わる前に、さらに二本の機械手が側面隙間から伸び、脇に優しく着地。半透明ラテックス手袋が柔肉に押しつけ、隆起テクスチャーが軽く円を描いて撫で、時々突く——優しく正確、一番敏感スポットを正確に。

「はははは！！！ 脇触らないで！！！ そこが一番くすぐったいところ！！！ はははは……狂う！！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！！」06の笑いがさらにオクターブ上がり、鋭く柔らかくねっとり。体が激しく捻り、柱に固定されていても全力で暴れ、木の柱が少し揺れる。頰が熟れたリンゴのように熱く、耳の先真っ赤。長いまつ毛が涙でまぶたに貼りつき——哀れだが可愛い。懇願が笑いに刻まれ：「はははは……離して！！ もう走らない！！ おとなしくミルク出す！！ はははは……やめて！！ 息できなくなるまで笑う！！」

スタッフはわざと機械手を遅くし、脇を指先でさらに優しく撫で、からかいを重く：「お？ 脇が致命的弱点？ じゃあもう少し長くくすぐろう——こんな素敵な笑い声は珍しいよ〜」

「はははは……嘘つき！！ いじめてる！！ はははは……死ぬほどくすぐったい！！ 泣く！！ うう……はははは……痒くて泣く！！ 超不快！！」06の笑いが嗚咽と混ざり、涙がさらに重く。体が完全に骨抜きのように柔らかく、柱に寄りかかる。もうほとんど暴れる力なく——正確なタッチに耐えるだけ。ドリルくすぐりが脇から全身に広がり、痺れ、指先まで震える。

次に、さらに二本の機械手が下部隙間から伸び、腰の両側に優しく着地。半透明ラテックス手袋が柔らかい腰肌に押しつけ、隆起テクスチャーが腰ラインをくぼみからヒップまで円を描き、時々横腹の柔肉を突いたり肋骨を軽く掻いたり——繊細で正確、毎回のストロークが一番くすぐったいスポットを正確に。

腰は06の絶対一番敏感スポット。触れた瞬間スイッチが入ったように——笑いが即座に鋭く緊急に。体が必死に捻り、固定されていても全力で暴れる。懇願が笑いにほぼ飲み込まれる：「はははは！！！ 腰触らないで！！！ そこが一番くすぐったいところ！！！ はははは……笑い気絶する！！！ 助けて！！！ もう隠れない！！！ これからはおとなしくする！！！ はははは……」

柔らかい腰肌は触れるだけで溶ける。軽い接触だけで笑い崩壊。毎回の滑りと突きが腰から全毛穴にドリルくすぐりを爆発させ、骨まで痺れさせる。陽光が浴び、全身が上質羊脂玉に淡い rouge を染めたようにピンクに。超薄い牛柄ビキニが赤らんだ肌にぴったり貼りつき、黒白柄とピンクの輝きで乳首輪郭がさらにくっきり——極端な誘惑。ライトゴールドのショートヘアが汗で濡れて頰と首に乱れて貼りつき——乱れていながら極めて色っぽい。笑い崩壊しても骨の髄からの柔らかい可愛さと控えめな魅力を隠せない。

スタッフは笑い窒息寸前を見てからかう：「06番、さっきあんなに頑固だったのに？ もう懇願？ 姉より長く耐えられるって言ってたよね？ 姉よりくすぐったいみたい〜」

「はははは……間違えた！！ 本当に間違えた！！ はははは……姉ほどじゃない！！ 私が一番くすぐったい！！ やめて！！ お願い！！ はははは……」06は完全に暴れを諦め、笑い泣きしながら懇願。声は柔らかく重い鼻声と不満。体が秋風の葉のように震え、笑いが断片的、息も絶え絶え。こんなに耐え難いくすぐりを初めて感じた——特に屋外。風が触られたスポットをさらに痒くする。それに手の動きが見えない未知の恐怖で、敏感さが無限に増幅。

しかし機械の手はまだ止まらず。ただ遅くするだけ、まだ腰を優しく撫でて突く。同時に残り二本の手が動き、内腕と内太ももに着地。半透明ラテックス手袋が手首から脇まで滑り、隆起テクスチャーが繊細な肌を撫で、もう一本が太もも根元から膝まで円を描く——毎回くすぐりスポットを正確に。

内腕と内太もものくすぐりは淡い痺れ感、耳・首・脇・腰の感覚と絡み——即座に06を完全に溺れさせる。笑いが断片的、ほぼかすれ。涙が止まらず、全身の肌がさらにピンクに。超薄い牛柄ビキニがぴったり貼りつき、ピンク乳首輪郭が激しい呼吸と震えで上下——特に黒白柄に対して際立つ。首ベルが激しい震えに合わせてより狂ったように鳴り、柔らかい笑いと懇願と混ざり、開けた牧草地に響き、近くの05の笑いと絡み合う——一つは澄んで一つは柔らかく、一つは緊急で一つは優しく——特に賑やか。

「はははは……もう……本当に……はははは……死ぬほどくすぐったい……お願い……やめて……」06の声が弱くなり、笑いが息も絶え絶え。体は完全に柔らかく力尽き。柱に寄りかかるしかなく、機械手に軽く触れさせるだけ。ドリルくすぐりはまだ広がるが暴れる力なし。ウォームブラウンの目は霧に満ち、視線がぼんやり、それでも極端な快感を帯びる。

就在奶牛5号的笑声与求饶声在牧场上空回荡的同时，不远处的茅草棚旁，另一场“活捉行动”也刚刚落下帷幕。这场追逐的主角，是牧场编号06、人称“奶牛5A号”的奶牛6号——她是奶牛5号的孪生妹妹，和姐姐有着几乎一模一样的浅金色波波头，却有着比姐姐多上数倍的敏感点，是整个牧场里一碰就笑、连风吹过肌肤都会浑身发颤的“顶级怕痒体质”，也是除了5号之外，最让工作人员头疼的“逃跑小能手”。

和姐姐那种撒欢式的逃跑不同，奶牛6号的逃跑方式是“躲”，她太怕痒了，知道一旦被抓住，等待她的就是铺天盖地的痒意，所以每到榨乳日，她都会提前找好隐蔽的角落，把自己缩成一团，屏住呼吸藏起来，可偏偏她的奶香太有辨识度，那种带着淡淡奶甜的香气，不同于5号的阳光感，多了一丝软糯的清甜，哪怕藏在茂密的草丛里，也会顺着风飘出来，每次都藏不过半小时，就会被工作人员找到。

今天也不例外，天刚蒙蒙亮，6号就趁着工作人员换班的间隙，偷偷溜出了临时牛棚，凭着对牧场的熟悉，一路躲到了这片茅草棚后面——这里长满了半人高的狗尾草，茅草棚的阴影刚好能遮住她的身影，是她最常藏的地方。她把自己缩成小小的一团，膝盖抵着胸口，双臂紧紧抱着双腿，浅金色的波波头垂下来，遮住了大半张脸，连呼吸都放得极轻，嘴里还小声嘀咕着：“别找到我……别找到我……千万别看过来，求求你们了……”，指尖死死攥着比基尼的衣角，指节都泛了白，生怕发出一点声音被工作人员发现。

工作人员早在半小时前就发现了她的踪迹——那股独特的软糯奶香，顺着风飘了很远，经验丰富的工作人员一眼就认出，这是6号的气息。不同于抓5号时的全力追逐，抓6号，工作人员们格外小心，放慢了脚步，放轻了呼吸，一点点靠近茅草棚，嘴角还挂着戏谑的笑意，一名工作人员小声调侃：“你看这小可怜，藏得还挺认真，殊不知她的奶香早就把她卖了，等会儿抓她，可得轻点，别一下子把她笑晕过去，就不好玩了。”另一名工作人员附和道：“可不是嘛，咱们的5A号，碰一下就笑，比棉花还软，逗起来可有意思了。”

当工作人员悄悄绕到茅草棚后面，看到缩成一团的6号时，她还在屏住呼吸，暖棕色的眼眸紧紧盯着地面，指尖紧紧攥着衣角，连耳朵都绷得笔直，嘴里还在小声念叨：“别过来别过来……我藏得这么好，肯定找不到我……你们快走吧，我再也不躲了……”，显然是在全力隐藏自己，可那微微颤抖的肩膀，早就暴露了她的紧张。一名工作人员慢慢伸出手，故意放慢动作，指尖悬在她的肩膀上方，不碰也不挪，语气挑逗：“小6号，我们找到你啦～ 你猜，我现在碰你一下，你会不会立刻笑出声？”

话音刚落，他的指尖轻轻往下移了一毫米，距离她的肌肤还有一厘米，仅仅是气流的轻微触碰，6号就像是被电流击中一般，浑身猛地一颤，紧接着，清脆又软糯的笑声就不受控制地炸了出来：“哈哈哈！痒痒痒！好痒啊！别碰我！离我远点！哈哈哈……你们作弊！还没碰到就痒死我啦！哈哈哈……我没藏好吗？怎么这么快就找到我啦！”

她的笑声比5号的更软、更细碎，像融化的棉花糖，甜得发腻，仅仅是气流的轻微触碰，就笑到浑身发软，身体忍不住蜷缩得更紧，双手紧紧捂住肩膀，一边笑一边扭动身子，肩膀不停颤抖，暖棕色的眼眸里瞬间泛起了水光，眼泪顺着脸颊滑落，滴在草地上，嘴里还不停嚷嚷着：“哈哈哈……痒死我啦！救命啊！别碰我身边的空气！哈哈哈……太痒了太痒了，我受不了啦！哈哈哈……你们坏透了！故意逗我！”，一副又痒又委屈、又怕又急的模样，哭声混着笑声，软乎乎的，格外惹人逗弄。她太敏感了，哪怕是空气的流动蹭到肌肤，都能感受到强烈的痒意，更别说被工作人员触碰，光是想想，都能让她笑个不停。

工作人员笑着凑到她耳边，语气愈发挑逗：“哎呀，我们可没碰你哦，是我们的小6号太敏感啦～ 这么怕痒，还敢躲？是不是就想让我们逗你，听你笑呀？”一边说，一边故意用指尖轻轻碰了碰她的上臂，避开敏感点，却还是让6号的笑声瞬间拔高八度，变得更加急促、更加清亮。

“哈哈哈……骗人！你们碰我了！好痒好痒啊！我错了我错了！我不该躲起来的！哈哈哈……别碰我手臂！痒死啦痒死啦！哈哈哈……我再也不躲了，我乖乖跟你们走还不行吗？哈哈哈……求求你们了，别碰我了！再碰我就要笑晕过去了！”6号手脚并用地轻轻挣扎，却没有丝毫力气，反而因为笑得浑身发软，连抬手的力气都没有了，只能一边笑一边扯着嗓子求饶，笑声此起彼伏，一会儿是细碎软糯的“哈哈哈……痒~”，一会儿是急促尖锐的“哈哈哈！痒死我啦！”，还有带着哭腔的“呜呜……哈哈哈……又痒又委屈……你们欺负人！”，连说话都被笑声拆得七零八落，软乎乎的声音里满是娇怯，没有丝毫威慑力，反而格外惹人怜爱。

工作人员看着她笑到浑身抽搐、眼泪直流的模样，又好气又好笑，故意放慢动作，指尖在她的上臂轻轻蹭了蹭，语气戏谑：“乖乖跟我们走，就不碰你哦～ 要是再挣扎，我们可就故意挠你最痒的腰啦，你猜，到时候你会笑成什么样？会不会哭着求我们饶了你？”

一听到“挠腰”两个字，6号的笑声瞬间变得更急，身体抖得更厉害，眼泪掉得更凶，嘴里不停求饶：“哈哈哈……不要！别挠我腰！我最最怕痒那里了！哈哈哈……我乖乖跟你们走，我不挣扎了！哈哈哈……别逗我了，我真的受不了了！痒死啦痒死啦！”

可这话刚说完，工作人员的指尖不小心蹭到了她的手腕，6号的笑声又一次爆发，比之前更凶，身体扭得更厉害，嘴里嚷嚷着：“哈哈哈……骗人！你们碰我手腕了！好痒好痒！我要笑晕过去了！哈哈哈……救命啊！我再也不跑了，再也不躲了，你们快别碰我了！哈哈哈……我给你们磕头还不行吗？别逗我了！”，暖棕色的眼眸里水光泛滥，眼泪掉得更凶，嘴角却还挂着止不住的笑意，模样又可怜又可爱，让人忍不住想多逗弄几句。

另一名工作人员故意伸手，指尖悬在她的腰侧，不碰她，只故意用语气挑逗：“你看，只要你乖乖的，我们就不碰你腰～ 要是再哭再闹，我可就真的下手啦，到时候，让你笑到喊不出声，好不好？”

“不要不要！哈哈哈……别碰我腰！我乖乖的，我绝对乖乖的！哈哈哈……痒、好痒，光是想想就好痒！哈哈哈……我跟你们走，我现在就跟你们走！”6号吓得浑身发颤，笑声都带着哭腔，身体软得像没了骨头，连挣扎的力气都没有了，只能任由工作人员轻轻按住她，嘴里还在不停笑，不停求饶：“哈哈哈……别晃我，晃得我更痒了！哈哈哈……我乖乖的，你们别挠我，好不好？求求你们了，我最怕痒了，比我姐姐还怕！哈哈哈……饶了我这一次吧！”

工作人员扶着浑身发软的 6 号站到立柱前，她的笑声还没停，暖棕色的眼眸里满是慌乱，死死盯着立柱上的手铐，往后缩着身子：“哈哈哈…… 别绑我！我真的乖乖的！别碰我！痒死啦……” 可她连站都站不稳，只能任由工作人员将她的双臂举过头顶，手腕并拢，用黑色皮质手铐牢牢锁在立柱顶端的扣环上。手铐内侧贴着柔软的海绵，不会勒伤她的手腕，却锁得格外结实，任凭她怎么挣扎，都无法挪动分毫。

紧接着，工作人员用两条皮质束缚带，分别绑住她的大腿，将她的双腿分开，牢牢固定在立柱两侧的扣环上，让她无法并拢双腿，也无法扭动腰腹，只能微微后仰，贴在立柱上。整个固定过程，工作人员都格外小心，尽量避开她的敏感点，可即便如此，指尖偶尔蹭到她的腰侧或手臂，都会让她瞬间爆发出一阵急促的笑声，眼泪顺着泛红的脸颊滑落：“哈哈哈…… 别碰我腰！痒死啦！我错了！我再也不躲了！哈哈哈……”

固定完成后，6 号被牢牢锁在立柱上，双臂高高举起，浅金色的波波头垂在肩头，发尾的内扣在阳光下泛着暖光，奶白色的牛角微微晃动，耳标 “06” 随着她的颤抖叮铃轻响，颈间的金色牛铃也跟着发出细碎的声响，和她的笑声交织在一起。她的身体贴在立柱上，超薄的奶牛纹比基尼紧紧贴在肌肤上，清晰地透出粉色乳首的轮廓，在阳光下格外显眼，暖棕色的眼眸里满是恐惧，却又止不住因为刚才的触碰而轻笑，模样又怕又娇。

工作人员站在她面前，笑着晃了晃手里的遥控器，语气里满是挑逗：“准备好了吗？我们的 5A 号，接下来可要好好享受啦～ 听说你比你姐姐还怕痒，今天就让我们见识见识，你能撑多久呀？”

6 号瞬间瞪大了眼睛，笑声瞬间弱了下去，带着哭腔求饶：“哈哈哈…… 别！别启动！我真的怕痒！一碰就笑！求求你们了！我乖乖产奶还不行吗？别挠我！哈哈哈……” 她的身体微微颤抖，连颈间的牛铃都跟着晃得更急，叮铃的声响里满是慌乱。

可工作人员已经按下了遥控器。

立柱的缝隙里传来一阵轻微的机械嗡鸣，紧接着，数条纤细的透明胶质机械手缓缓伸了出来 —— 机械手的末端是半透明的白色胶质手套，指尖带着细密的防滑凸起，泛着淡淡的柔光，像灵活的小蛇，从立柱的前后左右缓缓靠近她的身体。

最先动的是两条最纤细的机械手，它们从立柱的上方缝隙伸出来，轻轻落在她的奶牛耳和脖颈处。半透明的胶质手套轻轻包裹住她的一只耳朵，指尖的凸起纹路轻轻摩挲着耳尖的黑色绒毛，另一只机械手则用指尖轻轻划过她的脖颈，蹭过浅浅的锁骨凹陷，力度轻得像羽毛拂过。

“哈哈哈！！痒死啦！！别碰我耳朵！别碰我脖子！！哈哈哈……” 6 号的笑声瞬间爆发，比之前任何一次都要急促、清亮，身体猛地绷紧，又因为痒意而剧烈颤抖，双臂在手铐里拼命挣扎，却只能微微晃动，颈间的牛铃叮铃叮铃响个不停，在空旷的牧场上传得老远。她的暖棕色眼眸里瞬间泛起水光，眼泪顺着泛红的脸颊滑落，嘴角却止不住地往上扬，一边笑一边哭着求饶：“哈哈哈…… 救命啊！太痒了！我要笑晕过去了！哈哈哈…… 别碰我！我错了！我真的错了！”

工作人员笑着调侃：“哎呀，这才刚开始呢，我们的 5A 号就撑不住啦？只是碰了碰耳朵和脖子，就笑成这样，那接下来可怎么办呀？”

话音刚落，另外两条机械手从立柱的侧面伸出来，轻轻落在她的腋下。半透明的胶质手套轻轻贴在她腋下的嫩肉上，指尖的凸起纹路轻轻打圈摩挲，偶尔用指尖轻轻点戳一下，力度轻柔却精准，刚好戳中她最敏感的痒点。

“哈哈哈！！！别碰腋下！！那是最痒的地方！！哈哈哈…… 我要疯了！！痒死我啦！！” 6 号的笑声瞬间拔高八度，变得尖锐又软糯，身体剧烈地扭动起来，哪怕被牢牢锁在立柱上，也依旧拼尽全力挣扎，木质立柱都被她晃得微微晃动。她的脸颊红得像熟透的苹果，连耳尖都红透了，长长的睫毛被泪水打湿，紧紧贴在眼睑上，模样又可怜又娇憨，嘴里的求饶声被笑声拆得七零八落：“哈哈哈…… 放开我！！我再也不跑了！！我乖乖产奶！！哈哈哈…… 别挠了！！我要笑没气了！！”

工作人员故意放慢了机械手的动作，用指尖更轻柔地摩挲着她的腋下，语气里的挑逗更浓：“哦？原来腋下是你的死穴呀？那我们可要多挠一会儿，毕竟这么好听的笑声，可不多见呢～”

“哈哈哈…… 骗人！！你们欺负人！！哈哈哈…… 痒死啦！！我要哭了！！呜呜…… 哈哈哈…… 又痒又哭！！好难受啊！！” 6 号的笑声里混着哭腔，眼泪掉得更凶，身体软得像没了骨头，靠在立柱上，连挣扎的力气都快没了，只能任由机械手在她的敏感点上轻轻触碰，钻心的痒意顺着腋下蔓延到全身，让她浑身发麻，连指尖都在微微颤抖。

紧接着，又有两条机械手从立柱的下方伸出来，轻轻落在她的腰腹两侧。半透明的胶质手套轻轻贴合着她软乎乎的腰腹肌肤，指尖的凸起纹路顺着她的腰线轻轻打圈摩挲，从腰窝一路滑到胯部，偶尔用指尖轻轻点戳一下她腰侧的软肉，甚至还会轻轻刮一下她的肋骨，动作细腻又精准，每一下都刚好落在她最痒的地方。

腰腹是 6 号最敏感的痒点，没有之一。机械手刚碰到她的腰侧，她就像是被按下了开关，笑声瞬间变得尖锐又急促，身体拼命地扭动起来，哪怕被牢牢锁在立柱上，也依旧使出全身的力气挣扎，嘴里的求饶声几乎要被笑声淹没：“哈哈哈！！！别碰我腰！！！那是最痒的地方！！！哈哈哈…… 我要笑晕过去了！！！救命啊！！！我再也不躲了！！！我以后都乖乖的！！！哈哈哈……”

她的腰腹肌肤细腻得一触即化，哪怕是最轻微的触碰，都会让她笑到崩溃。机械手的每一次滑动、每一次点戳，都让她感受到钻心的痒意，那种痒意从腰腹炸开，顺着血液蔓延到全身的每一个毛孔，让她浑身发麻，连骨头都快要酥了。阳光洒在她身上，她的全身上下都泛起了一层均匀的粉晕，像上好的羊脂玉染上了淡淡的胭脂，超薄的奶牛纹比基尼紧紧贴在她泛红的肌肤上，黑白纹路与粉晕相互映衬，透出的乳首轮廓愈发清晰，添了几分极致的诱惑。浅金色的短发被汗水打湿，凌乱地贴在她的脸颊和脖颈上，模样狼狈却又娇媚到了极致，哪怕是笑到崩溃，也依旧难掩她骨子里的软萌与娇怯。

工作人员看着她笑到快要喘不上气的模样，笑着调侃：“06 号，刚才不是还挺嘴硬的吗？怎么这就求饶了？不是说比你姐姐能忍吗？现在看来，你比你姐姐还怕痒呢～”

“哈哈哈…… 我错了！！我真的错了！！哈哈哈…… 我不如姐姐！！我最怕痒了！！快停下来！！求求你们了！！哈哈哈……” 6 号彻底放弃了挣扎，一边大笑一边哭着求饶，声音软乎乎的，带着浓浓的鼻音和委屈，身体抖得像秋风中的落叶，连笑声都变得断断续续，快要喘不上气了。她从来都没觉得痒意这么难熬，尤其是在户外，风一吹，被机械手碰过的地方就更痒了，加上看不见机械手的动作，每一次触碰都带着未知的恐惧，让她的敏感被无限放大。

可机械手依旧没有停下，只是放缓了动作，依旧在她的腰腹上轻轻摩挲点戳，与此同时，剩下的两条机械手也缓缓动了起来，轻轻落在她的手臂内侧和大腿内侧。半透明的胶质手套顺着她纤细的手臂，从手腕一路轻轻摩挲到腋下，指尖的凸起纹路轻轻划过她细腻的肌肤；另一只则顺着她的大腿，从大腿根部一路滑到膝盖，轻轻打圈摩挲，每一下都精准地落在她的痒点上。

手臂内侧和大腿内侧的痒意，带着一丝细微的麻感，与耳朵、脖颈、腋下、腰腹的痒意交织在一起，瞬间将 6 号彻底淹没。她的笑声变得断断续续，几乎要笑哑了嗓子，眼泪不停地掉，浑身的肌肤都泛着均匀的粉晕，超薄的奶牛纹比基尼紧紧贴在她的肌肤上，清晰地透出粉色乳首的轮廓，随着她剧烈的呼吸和颤抖轻轻起伏，在黑白纹路的映衬下，格外显眼。颈间的金色牛铃随着她的剧烈颤抖，响得愈发频繁，叮铃的声响夹杂着她软糯的笑声和求饶声，在空旷的牧场上回荡，和不远处 5 号的笑声交织在一起，一脆一软，一急一缓，格外热闹。

“哈哈哈…… 不行了…… 我真的不行了…… 哈哈哈…… 痒死了…… 求求你们…… 快停下来……” 6 号的声音越来越微弱，笑声也变得有气无力，身体已经软得几乎没有力气，只能靠在立柱上，任由机械手在她的身上轻轻触碰，钻心的痒意依旧在蔓延，可她连挣扎的力气都没有了，只能任由那股痒意席卷全身，暖棕色的眼眸里满是水雾，眼神涣散，却又透着一丝极致的愉悦。

From a distance, Cow 07’s shoulder-length pink-purple gradient bob was especially eye-catching: roots soft cherry-blossom pink, fading downward into light pink-purple like crushed cherry blossoms scattered in her hair, glowing with a faint soft light. Neat bangs covered her brows, edges softly rounded, with a few stray strands swaying by her cheeks as she moved. The slightly curled, fluffy ends had natural droop, making her face look even smaller and more delicate. Unlike the previous cows’ light-golden or black hair, her pink-purple hair was unique on the ranch. Paired with her appearance, she looked exactly like a delicate cherry blossom—soft and cute with a hint of stubbornness.

In figure she had the ranch’s most eye-catching giant-breasted body: full, round chest contrasting sharply with her slender limbs, making her look especially adorable. Her four limbs were white and graceful, skin as delicate as the finest mutton-fat jade, glowing with faint pink-white luster. Sunlight on her skin clearly revealed faint veins underneath—giving an easily breakable delicate fragility. She wore an ultra-thin cow-print bikini; the fabric nearly transparent, black-and-white pattern clearly visible, clinging tightly to her skin and revealing the full outline of her pink nipples. In the sunlight it perfectly complemented her pink-purple hair and light-golden horns—soft cuteness mixed with secret seduction. Behind her trailed a black-and-white cow tail, tip pure black and fluffy. When it swayed it occasionally brushed her waist, making her shiver—but that tickling was nothing compared to even one ten-thousandth of her armpit sensitivity.

In personality, Cow 07 was a classic soft, cute tsundere: outwardly stubborn and defiant, yet extremely ticklish inside—especially her armpits, her most concentrated sensitive spot. Even a fingertip brush would make her laugh instantly, yet she always insisted on being stubborn. Whenever staff teased “you’re ticklish,” she would puff her cheeks and retort: “I’m not ticklish at all! Don’t even think about tricking me!” She also had a bit of playful mischief like 05. On milking days she would secretly hide, but her milky scent was far too strong—carrying an extra faint cherry-blossom sweetness. Even hiding in the densest grass it would drift on the wind. She never lasted more than half an hour before being easily found. Unlike 05’s playful running escape or 06’s curled hiding, her hiding carried a little stubbornness—she would pick a spot that looked hidden but was actually easy to spot, as if deliberately testing the staff’s patience. When found she would pretend to be angry and puff her cheeks, but the moment she was touched she would instantly break and reveal her soft, cute true self.

Today was no exception. Half an hour earlier the staff had followed her unique cherry-blossom milky scent and found 07 hiding behind a hawthorn tree. At the time she was curled in the tree’s shadow, arms hugging her knees, pink-purple hair hanging down covering most of her face, muttering stubbornly: “Don’t find me… don’t find me… I’m not afraid of your tickling at all…” Her tone was defiant, yet her slightly trembling shoulders had already betrayed her nervousness. The staff quietly approached, deliberately lightening their steps. When they reached her she still hadn’t noticed—until a staff member lightly touched her arm. She jerked her head up, purple-crystal eyes wide, cheeks puffed, voice half-angry: “How did you find me?! I hid so well!”

“Just your cherry-blossom milky scent—we could find you even if you hid at the end of the world.” The staff smiled teasingly, tone full of mischief. “What’s this? Our Number 07 is being stubborn again, saying she’s not ticklish? Want us to test it today and see if your armpits really aren’t ticklish?” The moment she heard “armpits,” 07’s body stiffened; her cheeks flushed even redder, yet she still stubbornly retorted: “What’s there to be afraid of?! I’m not afraid! Go ahead! I definitely won’t laugh!” Even as she spoke, her hands unconsciously covered her armpits; her body shrank back slightly. The stubbornness in her eyes now carried clear panic.

The staff saw her tsundere act and found it both annoying and amusing. They stepped forward and gently held her arm, wanting to help her up. But the moment a fingertip brushed the edge of her armpit, 07 jolted violently as if shocked by electricity. Then clear, soft laughter burst out uncontrollably: “Hahahaha… Don’t touch! Don’t touch my armpits! Hahahaha… Itchy—so itchy!” Her laughter was soft yet clear, carrying a stubborn tail. Even while laughing she still stubbornly shouted: “Hahahaha… I’m not laughing! I just… Hahahaha… Stop touching!”

“Still being stubborn?” The staff laughed, gently pressing her shoulders while another staff member carefully grabbed her wrists. “Be good and come with us to the restraint point. Don’t struggle, or we’ll start the mechanical hands before you’re ready.” 07 laughed and struggled, but she wasn’t very strong. Held down by the staff she couldn’t break free; she could only laugh and stubbornly insist: “Hahahaha… Let me go! I’m not going with you! Hahahaha… It tickles to death! Don’t touch my armpits! I really am not ticklish!” Her laughter grew more urgent; her body shook violently. She desperately tried to protect her armpits but the staff held her wrists firmly—she couldn’t move. Her purple-crystal eyes already glistened with moisture—looking both stubborn and adorably soft.

The staff stopped teasing her and carefully helped her walk toward the nearby standing wooden pillory—this was custom-made for 07. Unlike 05’s X-cross or 06’s single post, the standing wooden pillory was wider and better suited to her figure. It could hold her securely while letting the latex mechanical hands precisely target her armpit sensitive spots, and it also protected her skin from discomfort during long restraint. The pillory was deep brown, surface sanded smooth and warm, no sharp edges. It had a top horizontal beam, two foot platforms below, and a curved soft cushion in the middle specially designed to support her waist—very thoughtful.

When they reached the pillory, 07’s laughter weakened a little but she still trembled nonstop. Her purple-crystal eyes were full of panic, staring fixedly at the black leather straps on the pillory. Voice tearful yet still stubborn: “Hahahaha… Don’t tie me! I’ll behave—okay? I’m really not ticklish! Don’t start the mechanical hands! Hahahaha…” The staff smiled soothingly: “Be good, stop being stubborn. We’re just following procedure. As long as you cooperate we’ll be gentle—we won’t laugh you until you collapse.” As they spoke they gently helped her stand in the center of the pillory, back against the curved soft cushion.

The binding process was extremely careful; the staff avoided her armpit sensitive spots the entire time—but even so, occasional fingertip brushes still made her burst into urgent laughter. First came upper-limb restraint: they raised both arms overhead, pressed her wrists together, and locked them firmly to the top horizontal beam with black leather handcuffs. The inner side had soft sponge—no injury, yet locked extremely tight. No matter how she struggled she couldn’t move an inch; she could only sway her arms slightly, fingertips curling—a mix of fear and stubbornness. To prevent excessive arm swinging, they added a thin metal chain around her wrists—fine enough not to hurt her skin yet further restricting movement so she couldn’t protect her armpits.

Next came lower-limb restraint: two black leather straps bound the middle of her thighs, spreading her legs about 60 degrees and fixing them to the foot platforms on both sides. The tension was perfect—neither uncomfortable nor loose—restricting leg movement so she couldn’t close her legs or twist her waist. She could only lean slightly back against the curved cushion, completely exposing her armpits with no cover for the upcoming mechanical-hand tickling. At her ankles they added soft padding to prevent discomfort during long restraint.

Finally came waist restraint: the middle curved soft cushion perfectly supported her waist. A medium-width black leather strap gently bound her waist and fixed it to the pillory—cushioning her body weight so she wouldn’t tire from standing long, while further restricting waist twisting to prevent violent movement from tickling that might affect the tickling and later milking process. Throughout the entire binding 07’s laughter never stopped. Whenever a fingertip brushed her armpit she would burst into sharp laughter, tears sliding down her flushed cheeks. She laughed and begged yet still stubbornly insisted: “Hahahaha… Don’t tie me! I’m not ticklish! Hahahaha… It tickles to death! You’re bullying me!”

Once binding was complete, Cow 07 was firmly fixed to the standing wooden pillory: arms raised high, pink-purple gradient bob hanging over her shoulders, curled ends glowing softly in the sunlight. Light-golden horns swayed gently; the “07” ear tag jingled with her trembling; the golden neck bell clanged, mixing with her laughter—especially lively. Her body pressed against the curved soft cushion; the ultra-thin cow-print bikini clung tightly, clearly showing pink nipple outlines. Her cow tail behind her swayed gently, occasionally brushing her waist and making her shiver, soft laughter spilling from her lips. Purple-crystal eyes full of fear and panic yet carrying a hint of stubbornness. Cheeks burned like ripe apples; even ear tips and neck flushed scarlet. Long lashes wet with tears stuck to her eyelids—pitiful yet adorably soft, making people want to tease her a little longer.

The staff stood in front of her, smiling as he waved the remote, tone full of teasing: “Ready? Our stubborn little 07, since you say you’re not ticklish, today we’ll specially ‘take care’ of your armpits. See if you can hold out—don’t laugh until you cry~” 07’s eyes widened instantly; her body shook violently. Moisture flooded her purple-crystal eyes; tears slid down her cheeks. Voice tearful yet still stubborn: “Hahahaha… I’m not afraid! Go ahead! I definitely won’t cry! Hahahaha… Don’t start! Don’t touch my armpits!”

“Still stubborn? Then we’ll wait and see.” The staff smiled and pressed the remote. With a faint mechanical hum, four sets of slender latex mechanical hands slowly extended from the side compartments of the pillory—these were custom tickling devices made for Cow 07. Unlike the previous latex hands, hers were fine metal with a cool touch; fingertips covered in dense anti-slip ridges, glowing with cold metallic luster. When they touched skin they brought a slight cool sensation that magnified tickling several times over, precisely stimulating her most sensitive armpits.

These four sets of metal hands—two precisely aimed at her raised armpits, the other two hovering at her waist and inner arms—like silver snakes ready to strike, glowing coldly in the sunlight. The staff looked at her tense body and teased: “Ready? Our Number 07, stop being stubborn—these metal hands feel much itchier than fingertips when they touch~”

Before he finished, the two upper metal hands slowly approached. Icy fingertips gently landed on the edge of her armpits—before they even truly touched her skin, 07 jolted and laughter spilled first: “Hahahaha… Don’t touch! So cold! Itchy! Hahahaha… I’m not afraid! It’s just a little cold! Hahahaha…” Her voice carried sobs yet remained stubborn; purple-crystal eyes full of panic, staring fixedly at the icy metal fingertips.

The next second the metal fingertips lightly scraped the tender flesh of her armpits; dense anti-slip ridges brushed her skin, bringing sharp, drilling tickling. 07’s laughter erupted instantly—more urgent and sharp than ever before: “Hahahaha!!! It tickles to death!!! Don’t scrape!!! Hahahaha… I was wrong! I’m ticklish! I’m super ticklish!!! Hahahaha…” Her body shook violently; arms struggled desperately inside the handcuffs; the metal chain clanged crisply; the neck bell clanged nonstop, echoing across the open pasture.

The staff deliberately slowed the mechanical hands, fingertips lightly poking her armpits one after another, rhythm changing between fast and slow: “Oh? Weren’t you just saying you weren’t afraid? Already begging? Our stubborn little 07 was supposed to be so tough?” Every poke precisely hit her most ticklish spots; tickling shot through her like electricity, making her numb; even her fingertips trembled.

“Hahahaha… I was wrong! I really was wrong!!! Hahahaha… Stop poking! It tickles to death!!! I won’t be stubborn anymore!!! Hahahaha…” 07’s laughter mixed with sobs; tears slid down her flushed cheeks, wetting the bikini. Purple-crystal eyes full of mist; speech chopped into pieces by laughter: “Hahahaha… I’m ticklish! I’m super ticklish!!! Stop!!! I’m going to laugh unconscious!!!”

The staff watched her laugh until her whole body twitched and found it both annoying and amusing. They switched the mechanical hands to rapid sweeping—icy metal fingertips quickly brushing her armpits like countless tiny bristles. Tickling instantly became even more drilling. 07’s laughter shot up another octave, becoming sharp yet soft and sticky. Her body went completely soft like it had no bones, leaning against the pillory cushion. She had almost no strength left to struggle—she could only endure the drilling tickling sweeping her body: “Hahahaha!!! Don’t sweep!!! It tickles to death!!! I’m going to laugh until I can’t breathe!!! Hahahaha… Help!!! I won’t hide anymore!!! I’ll obediently make milk!!! Hahahaha…”

The other two metal hands hovering at her waist also began moving. Icy fingertips lightly brushed her waist and inner arms. Although not core sensitive spots, they still raised her tickling to another level; laughter became even more continuous: “Hahahaha… Don’t touch my waist!!! Don’t touch my arms either!!! Hahahaha… My whole body itches!!! I’m going crazy!!! Hahahaha…”

Sunlight poured over her; her entire body flushed an even pink like fine mutton-fat jade dyed with faint rouge. The ultra-thin cow-print bikini was soaked with sweat and tears, clinging tightly and clearly showing pink nipple outlines. Her cow tail behind her flicked uncontrollably from tickling, occasionally brushing her waist and making her laughter shoot up another notch. Light-golden horns swayed gently; the “07” ear tag jingled and the neck bell clanged, mixing with her soft laughter and begging, echoing across the pasture and intertwining with the other cow girls’ laughter in the distance—especially lively.

The staff saw she really couldn’t hold on anymore and slowly slowed the mechanical hands, fingertips gently stroking her armpits, tone carrying a hint of pampering teasing: “Now you know fear? Will you still be stubborn? Will you still hide?”

“Hahahaha… I won’t be stubborn anymore!!! I won’t hide anymore!!! Hahahaha… I’ll behave!!! Stop!!! It tickles to death!!!” 07’s voice grew weaker; laughter became breathless. Her body went completely soft like a puddle of water, leaning against the pillory. She barely had strength left to open her eyes. Purple-crystal eyes half-open, full of mist; yet the corners of her mouth still carried an unstoppable smile—pitiful yet adorably soft.

After a few more minutes the staff pressed the pause button. The four sets of metal mechanical hands slowly retracted into the pillory’s compartments and disappeared. Only a faint mechanical hum remained, quickly scattered by the wind. The area in front of the pillory finally quieted—leaving only 07’s heavy panting, weak sobs, and the occasional light clanging of her neck bell.

Her whole body went limp, leaning against the soft cushion. She was still trembling lightly; shoulders twitching; tears still falling; yet the corners of her mouth still carried the arc of a smile—clearly exhausted and wronged after extreme tickling. After a long while she finally caught her breath, raised her head, and glared at the staff with wet purple-crystal eyes. Voice angry, wronged, and heavy with nasal tone: “You… you went too far… using such cold hands to tickle me… it tickled me to death…”

The moment she finished speaking she couldn’t help lightly touching her own armpit with a fingertip. Instantly she jolted and laughed again, quickly pulling her hand back. Her cheeks flushed once more; her eyes flashed with lingering fear yet carried a hint of hidden adorableness: “Hahahaha… Still… still ticklish… Don’t touch anymore…”

The staff smiled and stepped forward, unlocking the handcuffs and straps. The moment her wrists and thighs were freed she went completely limp, sliding down the pillory and collapsing onto the grass—zero strength left to stand. The staff handed her a bottle of warm water. She took small sips until she had drunk half, finally recovering.

At this moment her cheeks were still rosy; her whole skin still carried a faint pink flush. The ultra-thin cow-print bikini was soaked with sweat and tears, clinging tightly and clearly showing pink nipple outlines. Her pink-purple gradient bob was wet with sweat, sticking messily to her cheeks and neck. Light-golden horns swayed gently; the golden neck bell occasionally gave a crisp clang with her movements—looking adorably soft and cute.

On the grass, the faint cherry-blossom sweet milky scent from her body grew even stronger, drifting on the wind—richer and sweeter than before. This was Cow 07’s unique milky fragrance—an indispensable high-quality milk source on the ranch. And her soft, cute, stubborn, tsundere, mouth-tough-yet-ticklish appearance had become the most vivid and charming scenery in the sunny pasture—making people want to tease her a little longer.

少し離れた場所で、牛07の肩までのピンクパープルグラデーションボブヘアが特に目立つ：根元は柔らかい桜ピンク、下に行くほど淡いピンクパープルで、砕けた桜の花びらが髪に散らばったように、淡い柔らかい光を放つ。整った前髪が眉を覆い、端が柔らかく丸く、数本の髪が動くたびに頰の横で揺れる。少しカールしたふわふわの先端が自然に垂れ、顔をより小さく繊細に見せる。前の牛たちのライトゴールドや黒髪とは違い、ピンクパープルヘアは牧場で唯一。容姿と合わせ、まるで繊細な桜の花——柔らかく可愛く、少し頑固な気配。

体型は牧場で一番目立つ巨乳ボディ：豊かで丸い胸が細い手足と鋭く対比し、特に可愛く見える。四肢は白く優雅、肌は最高級羊脂玉のように繊細、淡いピンク白の光沢。陽光の下で肌に薄い血管がくっきり見え——簡単に壊れそうな繊細さ。着ているのは超薄い牛柄ビキニ、生地はほぼ透明、黒白柄がはっきり、肌にぴったり貼りつきピンク乳首の輪郭をフルに露わに。陽光でピンクパープルヘアとライトゴールドの角に完璧にマッチ——柔らかい可愛さと密かな誘惑が混ざる。後ろには黒白の牛尾が伸び、先端は純黒でふわふわ。揺れると時々腰を撫でて震えるが、それすら脇の敏感さの1万分の1にも満たない。

性格は典型的な柔らかくて可愛いツンデレ：外見は頑固で反抗的だが、内面は極めてくすぐったがり——特に脇が一番集中した敏感スポット。指一本で即笑うのに、いつも頑固に「全くくすぐったくない！ 騙されない！」と主張。05のような遊び心も少しあり、搾乳日はこっそり隠れるが、ミルクの香りが強すぎ——余分に淡い桜の甘さ。最も密な草の中に隠れても風に乗って漂う。30分以上は絶対持たない。05の遊び心ある走り逃げや06の丸くなり隠れとは違い、彼女の隠れ方は少し頑固——隠れていそうで実は簡単に見つかる場所を選び、スタッフの忍耐を試すように。見つかると怒ったふりをして頰を膨らますが、触られた瞬間即崩れて柔らかく可愛い本性を現す。

今日も例外ではなかった。30分前にスタッフは彼女独特の桜ミルク香を追って、山桜の木の後ろに隠れている07を発見。当時彼女は木の影で丸くなり、膝を抱え、ピンクパープルヘアが顔のほとんどを覆い、頑固に呟く：「見つけないで……見つけないで……くすぐりなんて全然怖くない……」口調は反抗的だが、わずかに震える肩がすでに緊張を裏切っていた。スタッフは静かに近づき、わざと足音を軽くする。彼女がまだ気づかないうちに、スタッフが軽く腕を触る。彼女は頭を上げ、紫水晶の目を見開き、頰を膨らませ、半分怒った声：「どうやって見つけたの！？ こんなに上手く隠れたのに！」

「君の桜ミルク香だよ——世界の果てに隠れても見つける。」スタッフはからかう笑みで、いたずらっぽい口調。「どうしたの？ うちの07番、また頑固モード？ くすぐったくないって？ 今日はテストして、脇が本当にくすぐったくないか見てみようか？」 「脇」と聞いた瞬間、07の体が硬直、頰がさらに赤くなるが、まだ頑固に返す：「何が怖いの！？ 全然怖くない！ やってみろ！ 絶対笑わない！」そう言いながらも無意識に手を脇に当て、体を少し後ずさり。目に頑固さと明らかなパニックが混じる。

スタッフはツンデレを見て苛立ちながらも面白がり、腕を優しく掴んで立たせようとする。しかし指先が脇の縁を撫でた瞬間、07は電撃に打たれたように激しく跳ねる。次にクリアで柔らかい笑いが抑えきれず爆発：「はははは……触らないで！ 脇触らないで！ はははは……痒い——超痒い！」笑いは柔らかくクリアで、頑固な尾を引く。笑いながらも頑固に叫ぶ：「はははは……笑ってない！ ただ……はははは……触らないで！」

「まだ頑固？」スタッフは笑って肩を優しく押し、もう一人のスタッフが慎重に手首を掴む。「おとなしく拘束ポイントまで来て。暴れると準備前に機械手を動かすよ。」07は笑いながら暴れるが力は強くない。スタッフに押さえられて逃げられず、笑いながら頑固に主張：「はははは……離して！ ついて行かない！ はははは……死ぬほどくすぐったい！ 脇触らないで！ 本当にくすぐったくない！」笑いがより緊急に、体が激しく震える。必死に脇を守ろうとするがスタッフが手首をしっかり掴み——動けない。紫水晶の目にすでに水分が光る——頑固なのに可愛く柔らかい。

スタッフはからかいを止め、慎重に彼女を近くの立型木製ピロリーまで連れて行く——これは07専用に作られたもの。05のX字十字架や06の単柱とは違い、立型ピロリーは幅が広く体型に合い、しっかり固定しつつラテックス機械手が脇の敏感スポットを正確に狙え、長時間拘束でも肌に不快を与えない。ピロリーは深い茶色、表面は滑らかに削られて温かく、鋭い縁なし。上部の横梁、下に二つの足台、中央に腰を支える曲線ソフトクッション——とても配慮されている。

ピロリーに着くと07の笑いは少し弱まるが、まだ止まらず震え続ける。紫水晶の目にパニック満載、ピロリーの黒い革ストラップをじっと見つめ、泣き声だがまだ頑固：「はははは……縛らないで！ おとなしくする——いい？ 本当にくすぐったくない！ 機械手動かさないで！ はははは……」スタッフは優しくなだめる：「おとなしくして、頑固やめな。手順通りだ。おとなしく協力すれば優しくする——笑い崩壊させないよ。」そう言いながら彼女をピロリーの中央に立たせ、背中を曲線ソフトクッションに。

拘束プロセスは極めて慎重、スタッフは終始脇の敏感スポットを避けるが、それでも時々指先が触れて緊急の笑いを爆発させる。まず上肢拘束：両腕を頭上に上げ、手首を合わせてトップ横梁に黒い革の手錠でしっかりロック。内側は柔らかいスポンジ——傷なし、しかし極めてきつくロック。どんなに暴れても一ミリも動けず、腕を少し揺らすだけ、指先を曲げ——恐怖と頑固のミックス。腕の振りすぎを防ぐため、手首に細い金属チェーンを追加——肌を傷めない細さで、さらに動きを制限して脇を守れなくする。

次に下肢拘束：二本の黒い革ストラップで太もも中央を縛り、脚を約60度広げて両側の足台に固定。張力は完璧——不快でも緩くもなく、脚の動きを制限して脚を閉じられず、腰を捻れなくする。少し後ろに曲線クッションに寄りかかり、来る機械手くすぐりのために脇を完全に露出。足首には長時間拘束でも不快にならない柔らかいパッドを追加。

最後に腰拘束：中央の曲線ソフトクッションが腰を完璧に支え、中幅の黒い革ストラップが腰を優しく縛ってピロリーに固定——長時間立っても疲れないよう体重をクッションし、くすぐり時の激しい動きで腰を捻れなくして、くすぐりと後の搾乳に影響しないように。拘束中07の笑いは一度も止まらない。指先が脇を撫でるたび鋭い笑いが爆発、赤くなった頰に涙が滑り落ちる。笑いながら懇願しつつ頑固に主張：「はははは……縛らないで！ くすぐったくない！ はははは……死ぬほどくすぐったい！ いじめてる！」

拘束完了後、牛07は立型木製ピロリーにしっかり固定：腕を高く上げ、ピンクパープルグラデーションボブが肩に垂れ、カールした先端が陽光で柔らかく輝く。ライトゴールドの角が優しく揺れ、「07」の耳タグが震えに合わせてチリンチリン、黄金の首ベルが鳴り、笑いと混ざる——特に賑やか。体が曲線ソフトクッションに押しつけ、超薄い牛柄ビキニがぴったり貼りつき、ピンク乳首輪郭がくっきり。後ろの牛尾が優しく揺れ、時々腰を撫でて震え、柔らかい笑いがこぼれる。紫水晶の目に恐怖とパニック、しかし少し頑固さも。頰が熟れたリンゴのように熱く、耳の先と首まで真っ赤。長いまつ毛が涙でまぶたに貼りつき——哀れだが可愛く柔らかく、もっとからかいたくなる。

スタッフは彼女の前に立ち、リモコンを振りながらからかう口調満載：「準備いい？ うちの頑固な小さな07、くすぐったくないって言うなら今日は特に『お世話』してあげるよ。脇を重点的に。泣くまで耐えられるか見てみよう〜」07の目が即座に見開き、体が激しく震える。紫水晶の目に水分が溢れ、頰に涙が滑り落ちる。泣き声だがまだ頑固：「はははは……怖くない！ やってみろ！ 絶対泣かない！ はははは……始めないで！ 脇触らないで！」

「まだ頑固？ じゃあ見てみよう。」スタッフは笑ってリモコンを押す。微かな機械の唸りとともに、四組の細いラテックス機械手がピロリーの側面コンパートメントからゆっくり伸びてくる——07専用に作られたくすぐり装置。これまでのラテックス手とは違い、細い金属で冷たい感触、指先は密集した滑り止めリッジで、冷たい金属光沢を放つ。肌に触れると軽い冷たさが加わりくすぐりを何倍にも増幅し、脇の最も敏感な部分を正確に刺激。

この四組の金属手——二組が上げられた脇を正確に狙い、もう二組が腰と内腕にホバリング——銀の蛇のように陽光で冷たく輝き、攻撃準備。スタッフは緊張した体を見てからかう：「準備いい？ 07番、頑固やめな——この金属手、指先よりずっと痒いよ〜」

言い終わる前に、上部の二本の金属手がゆっくり近づく。冷たい指先が脇の縁に優しく着地——まだ本当の肌に触れていないのに、07は跳ねて先に笑いがこぼれる：「はははは……触らないで！ 冷たい！ 痒い！ はははは……怖くない！ ただ少し冷たいだけ！ はははは……」声に嗚咽が混じるがまだ頑固、紫水晶の目がパニックで冷たい金属指先をじっと見つめる。

次の瞬間、金属指先が脇の柔肉を軽く掻き、密集滑り止めリッジが肌を撫で、鋭いドリルくすぐりを。07の笑いが即座に爆発——今までで一番緊急で鋭く：「はははは！！！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！！！ 掻かないで！！！ はははは……間違えた！ くすぐったい！ 超くすぐったい！！！ はははは……」体が激しく震え、手錠の中で腕が必死に暴れ、金属チェーンが澄んで鳴り、首ベルが止まらず鳴り、開けた牧草地に響く。

スタッフはわざと機械手を遅くし、指先で脇を交互に軽く突き、リズムを速くしたり遅くしたり：「お？ さっき怖くないって言ってたよね？ もう懇願？ うちの頑固な小さな07はこんなに強かったのに？」毎回の突きが一番くすぐったいスポットを正確に、くすぐりが電撃のように走り、痺れ、指先まで震える。

「はははは……間違えた！ 本当に間違えた！！！ はははは……突かないで！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！！！ もう頑固やめる！！！ はははは……」07の笑いが嗚咽と混ざり、涙が赤くなった頰を伝い、ビキニを濡らす。紫水晶の目は霧に満ち、言葉が笑いに刻まれ：「はははは……くすぐったい！ 超くすぐったい！！！ やめて！！！ 笑い気絶する！！！」

スタッフは体中痙攣して笑うのを見て苛立ちながらも面白がり、機械手を高速掃きに切り替え——冷たい金属指先が脇を素早く往復、無数の小さな剛毛のように。くすぐりが即座にさらにドリルに。07の笑いがさらにオクターブ上がり、鋭く柔らかくねっとり。体が完全に骨抜きのように柔らかく、ピロリーのクッションに寄りかかる。もうほとんど暴れる力なく——全身を掃くドリルくすぐりに耐えるだけ：「はははは！！！ 掃かないで！！！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！！！ 息できなくなるまで笑う！！！ はははは……助けて！！！ もう隠れない！！！ おとなしくミルク出す！！！ はははは……」

腰にホバリングしていたもう二本の金属手も動き始める。冷たい指先が腰と内腕を軽く撫で。核心敏感スポットではないが、それでもくすぐりをさらに一段階上げ、笑いがさらに連続に：「はははは……腰触らないで！！！ 腕も触らないで！！！ はははは……全身痒い！！！ 狂う！！！ はははは……」

陽光が浴び、全身が上質羊脂玉に淡い rouge を染めたようにピンクに。超薄い牛柄ビキニが汗と涙で濡れてぴったり貼りつき、ピンク乳首輪郭がくっきり。後ろの牛尾がくすぐりで制御不能に振り、時々腰を撫でて笑いをさらに一段階上げる。ライトゴールドの角が優しく揺れ、「07」の耳タグと首ベルが鳴り、柔らかい笑いと懇願と混ざり、牧草地に響き、遠くの他の牛娘たちの笑いと絡み合う——特に賑やか。

スタッフは本当に耐えられなくなったのを見て、ゆっくり機械手を遅くし、指先で脇を優しく撫で、わずかに甘やかしからかう口調：「怖くなった？ まだ頑固？ まだ隠れる？」

「はははは……もう頑固やめる！！！ もう隠れない！！！ はははは……おとなしくする！！！ やめて！！！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！！！」07の声が弱くなり、笑いが息も絶え絶え。体が完全に水溜まりのように柔らかく、ピロリーに寄りかかる。目を開ける力もほとんどない。紫水晶の目が半開き、霧に満ち、しかし口角に止まらない笑み——極端なくすぐりの後、疲れ果てて理不尽そう。

数分後、スタッフが一時停止ボタンを押す。四組の金属機械手がゆっくりピロリーのコンパートメントに引っ込み、消える。微かな機械の唸りだけが残り、すぐに風に散る。ピロリー前のエリアがようやく静かになり——残るのは07の荒い息、弱い嗚咽、時折軽く鳴る首ベルだけ。

全身ぐったり、柔らかいクッションに寄りかかる。まだ軽く震え、肩が痙攣し、涙がまだ落ちるが、口角に笑みの弧——明らかに極端なくすぐりの後、疲れ果てて理不尽。しばらくしてようやく息を整え、頭を上げ、濡れた紫水晶の目でスタッフを睨む。声は怒りと理不尽と重い鼻声：「あんた……やりすぎ……あんな冷たい手でくすぐるなんて……死ぬほどくすぐったい……」

言い終わるや否や、自分で指先で脇を軽く触る。瞬間跳ねてまた笑い、急いで手を引っ込める。頰が再び赤くなり、目に残る恐怖と隠れた可愛さが閃く：「はははは……まだ……まだくすぐったい……もう触らないで……」

スタッフは笑って近づき、手錠とストラップを外す。手首と太ももが解放された瞬間、完全にぐったりし、ピロリーから滑り落ちて草の上に崩れ落ち——立つ力ゼロ。スタッフが温かい水のボトルを渡す。小さく飲んで半分飲み、ようやく回復。

今、頰はまだロージー、全身の肌に淡いピンクの赤みが残る。超薄い牛柄ビキニは汗と涙で濡れてぴったり貼りつき、ピンク乳首輪郭がくっきり。ピンクパープルグラデーションボブが汗で濡れて頰と首に乱れて貼りつき。ライトゴールドの角が優しく揺れ、黄金の首ベルが動きに合わせて時折澄んで鳴る——可愛く柔らかく可愛い。

草の上から、体からの淡い桜甘いミルク香がさらに強くなり、風に乗って漂う——前より濃厚で甘い。これが牛07独特のミルク香——牧場の欠かせない高品質ミルク源。そして彼女の柔らかく可愛く頑固なツンデレ、口は強いがくすぐったい姿が、晴れた牧草地の最も鮮やかで魅力的な景色になった——もっとからかいたくなる。

远远望去奶牛7号，那一头及肩的粉紫色渐变波波头格外惹眼，发顶是柔和的樱花粉，顺着发梢缓缓过渡为浅粉紫，像揉碎了的樱花落在发间，泛着淡淡的柔光。齐刘海整齐地盖过眉峰，边缘修剪得圆润柔和，几缕细碎的发丝垂在脸颊两侧，随着她的动作轻轻晃动，发尾微卷蓬松，带着自然的垂坠感，衬得她的脸蛋愈发小巧精致。不同于前几位奶牛少女的浅金或黑色发型，她的粉紫头发是牧场里独一份的，搭配她的外貌，活脱脱像一朵娇俏的樱花，软萌中带着一丝倔强。

身形上，她有着牧场里最显眼的巨乳身形，胸部饱满圆润，与纤细的四肢形成鲜明的对比，显得格外娇俏。四肢白皙修长，肌肤细腻如上好的羊脂玉，泛着淡淡的粉白光泽，阳光洒在她的肌肤上，能清晰地看到肌肤下淡淡的血管，透着一股易碎的娇弱。身上穿着一身超薄奶牛纹比基尼，面料近乎透明，黑白相间的奶牛纹印花清晰可见，紧紧贴附在她的肌肤上，清晰地透出粉色乳首的轮廓，在阳光的映衬下，与粉紫头发、浅金牛角相互呼应，软萌中带着一丝隐秘的诱惑。她的身后拖着一条黑白相间的奶牛尾巴，尾尖是纯粹的黑色，尾巴毛茸茸的，轻轻晃动时，会扫过腰侧，偶尔蹭到肌肤，也会让她浑身一颤，只是那痒意，远不及腋下的万分之一。

性格上，奶牛7号是典型的软萌傲娇，表面嘴硬逞强，心里却格外怕痒，尤其是腋下，作为她最集中的敏感点，哪怕是指尖轻轻一碰，都会让她瞬间笑出声，可她偏要嘴硬，每次被工作人员调侃“怕痒”，都会鼓着腮帮子反驳：“我才不怕痒！你们别想骗我！” 她还带着一丝小调皮，像5号一样，每到榨乳日，都会偷偷躲起来，可她的奶香太过浓郁，还带着一丝淡淡的樱花甜香，哪怕藏在最茂密的草丛里，也会顺着风飘出来，每次都躲不过半小时，就会被工作人员轻松找到。不同于5号的撒欢式逃跑，也不同于6号的蜷缩躲藏，她的躲藏方式带着一丝小倔强，会找一个看似隐蔽，实则很容易被发现的地方，像是在故意试探工作人员的耐心，被找到后，还会装生气、鼓腮帮子，可转眼就会因为被触碰而破功，露出软萌的真面目。

今天也不例外，工作人员早在半小时前，就顺着她那独特的樱花奶香，找到了躲在山楂树后的7号。彼时，她正蜷缩在山楂树的阴影里，双手抱膝，粉紫头发垂下来，遮住了大半张脸，嘴里还小声嘀咕着：“别找到我……别找到我……我才不怕你们挠痒呢……” 语气里带着一丝倔强，可微微颤抖的肩膀，却暴露了她的紧张。工作人员悄悄靠近，故意放轻脚步，走到她面前时，她还没反应过来，直到工作人员轻轻碰了一下她的手臂，她才猛地抬头，紫水晶色的眼眸瞪得圆圆的，鼓着腮帮子，语气带着几分生气：“你们怎么找到我的！我藏得这么好！”

“就你这樱花奶香，就算藏到天边，我们也能找到。”工作人员笑着调侃，语气里满是挑逗，“怎么，我们的7号，又在嘴硬说自己不怕痒？要不要我们今天好好试试，看看你的腋下，是不是真的不怕痒？” 听到“腋下”两个字，7号的身体瞬间一僵，脸颊瞬间红得更厉害，可还是嘴硬地反驳：“怕什么！我才不怕！你们尽管来！我肯定不会笑的！” 话虽这么说，她的双手却不自觉地捂住了腋下，身体微微往后缩，眼神里的倔强，已经多了几分慌乱。

工作人员看着她口是心非的模样，又好气又好笑，上前轻轻按住她的手臂，想要把她扶起来。可指尖刚碰到她的腋下边缘，7号就像是被电流击中一般，浑身猛地一颤，紧接着，清脆又软糯的笑声就不受控制地溢了出来：“哈哈哈……别碰！别碰我腋下！哈哈哈……痒、好痒！” 她的笑声软糯又清脆，带着一丝倔强的尾音，明明已经笑出声，却还是嘴硬地嚷嚷：“哈哈哈……我才没笑！我只是不小心……哈哈哈……别碰了！”

“还嘴硬呢？”工作人员笑着，轻轻按住她的肩膀，另一名工作人员则上前，小心翼翼地抓住她的手腕，“乖乖跟我们去固定点，别挣扎，不然我们可就不等你准备好，直接启动机械手了。” 7号一边笑，一边挣扎，可她的力气不大，加上被工作人员按住，根本挣扎不开，只能一边笑一边嘴硬：“哈哈哈……放开我！我才不跟你们去！哈哈哈……痒死啦！别碰我腋下！我真的不怕痒！” 她的笑声越来越急促，身体剧烈地颤抖，双手拼命地想要护住腋下，可被工作人员牢牢按住，根本动弹不得，紫水晶色的眼眸里，已经泛起了淡淡的水光，模样又倔强又软萌。

工作人员没有再逗她，小心翼翼地扶着她，慢慢走向不远处的立式木质刑架——这是专门为7号定制的固定装置，不同于5号的实木十字架，也不同于6号的单立柱，立式木质刑架更宽敞，也更贴合她的身形，既能牢牢固定住她，又能让胶质机械手精准对准她的腋下敏感点，同时还能保护她的肌肤，避免长时间固定造成不适。刑架整体是深棕色的，表面打磨得光滑温润，没有尖锐的棱角，顶部有一根横木，下方有两个脚踏板，中部有一个弧形软垫，专门用来托住她的腰腹，设计得十分贴心。

走到刑架前，7号的笑声瞬间弱了几分，可还是止不住地轻颤，紫水晶色的眼眸里满是慌乱，死死盯着刑架上的黑色皮质束缚带，嘴里带着哭腔，却依旧嘴硬：“哈哈哈……别绑我！我乖乖的还不行吗？我才不怕痒！你们别启动机械手！哈哈哈……” 工作人员笑着安抚：“乖，别嘴硬了，我们只是按照流程来，只要你乖乖配合，我们会轻点，不会让你笑到脱力的。” 一边说，一边轻轻扶着她，让她站到刑架中间，背靠刑架的弧形软垫。

绑定过程十分细致，工作人员全程小心翼翼，尽量避开她的腋下敏感点，可即便如此，偶尔指尖蹭到，还是会让她瞬间爆发出一阵急促的笑声。首先是上肢固定：工作人员将她的双臂高举过头顶，手腕并拢，用黑色皮质手铐牢牢锁在刑架顶部的横木上，手铐内侧贴着柔软的海绵，不会勒伤她的手腕，却锁得格外结实，任凭她怎么挣扎，都无法挪动分毫，只能微微晃动手臂，指尖轻轻蜷缩，一副又怕又倔强的模样。为了防止她挣扎时手臂晃动过大，工作人员还在她的手腕处，用细细的金属链条加固了一圈，链条很细，不会伤害她的肌肤，却能进一步限制她的动作，让她无法用手臂护住腋下。

紧接着是下肢固定：工作人员用两条黑色皮质束缚带，分别绑住她的大腿中部，将她的双腿分开约60°，牢牢固定在刑架下方的脚踏板两侧，束缚带的松紧度刚刚好，既不会勒得她难受，又能限制她的腿部活动，让她无法并拢双腿，也无法扭动腰腹，只能微微后仰，贴在刑架的弧形软垫上，这样一来，她的腋下就会完全暴露在外，没有任何遮挡，方便后续胶质机械手进行挠痒操作。脚踝处，工作人员还特意贴上了柔软的软垫，避免长时间固定，让她的脚踝感到不适。

最后是腰部固定：刑架中部的弧形软垫，刚好托住她的腰腹，工作人员用一条宽度适中的黑色皮质束缚带，轻轻绑在她的腰腹处，固定在刑架上，这样既能缓冲她身体的重量，让她长时间保持站立姿势也不会觉得累，又能进一步限制她的腰腹扭动，避免她因为痒意而剧烈扭动身体，影响挠痒和后续的榨乳流程。整个绑定过程，7号的笑声就没有停过，偶尔被指尖蹭到腋下，就会爆发出一阵尖锐的笑声，眼泪顺着泛红的脸颊滑落，嘴里一边笑一边求饶，却还是不忘嘴硬：“哈哈哈……别绑我！我不怕痒！哈哈哈……痒死啦！你们欺负人！”

绑定完成后，奶牛7号被牢牢固定在立式木质刑架上，双臂高高举起，粉紫渐变的波波头垂在肩头，发尾的卷度在阳光下泛着淡淡的光泽，浅金色的牛角微微晃动，耳标“07”随着她的颤抖，发出细碎的“叮铃”声，颈间的金色牛铃也跟着“哐当”作响，与她的笑声交织在一起，格外热闹。她的身体贴在刑架的弧形软垫上，超薄的奶牛纹比基尼紧紧贴在肌肤上，清晰地透出粉色乳首的轮廓，身后的奶牛尾巴轻轻晃动，偶尔扫过腰侧，让她浑身一颤，嘴角溢出细碎的笑声。紫水晶色的眼眸里满是恐惧和慌乱，却又带着一丝倔强，脸颊红得像熟透的苹果，连耳尖和脖颈都红透了，长长的睫毛被泪水打湿，紧紧贴在眼睑上，模样又可怜又娇憨，让人忍不住想多逗弄她一会儿。

工作人员站在她面前，笑着晃了晃手里的遥控器，语气里满是挑逗：“准备好了吗？我们的傲娇小7号，既然你说自己不怕痒，那今天我们就重点‘照顾’一下你的腋下，看看你能不能撑住，可别笑到哭哦～” 7号瞬间瞪大了眼睛，身体剧烈地颤抖起来，紫水晶色的眼眸里，水光瞬间泛滥，眼泪顺着脸颊滑落，嘴里带着哭腔，却依旧嘴硬：“哈哈哈……我才不怕！你们尽管来！我肯定不会哭的！哈哈哈……别启动！别碰我腋下！”

“嘴还挺硬，那我们就拭目以待。”工作人员笑着按下了遥控器，随着一声轻微的机械嗡鸣，刑架两侧的夹层里，缓缓伸出了四组纤细的胶质机械手——这是专门为奶牛7号定制的挠痒装置，不同于前几位的胶质机械手，她的金属机械手细腻，触感冰凉，指尖带着细密的防滑纹路，泛着冷冽的金属光泽，贴合肌肤时会带来一丝微凉的触感，却能将痒意放大数倍，精准地刺激她最敏感的腋下。

这四组金属机械手，两组精准对准她高高举起的腋下，另外两组则悬在腰侧和手臂内侧，像蓄势待发的银色小蛇，在阳光下泛着冷冽的光泽。工作人员看着她绷紧的身体，笑着调侃：“准备好了吗？我们的 7 号，可别嘴硬了，这金属手碰上去，可比指尖痒多了哦～”

话音刚落，两组上侧的金属机械手缓缓靠近，冰凉的指尖轻轻落在她的腋下边缘，还没真正碰到肌肤，7 号就浑身一颤，笑声先一步溢了出来：“哈哈哈…… 别碰！好凉！痒！哈哈哈…… 我才不怕！只是有点凉而已！哈哈哈……” 她的声音带着哭腔，却依旧倔强，紫水晶色的眼眸里满是慌乱，死死盯着那冰凉的金属指尖。

下一秒，金属指尖轻轻刮过她的腋下嫩肉，细密的防滑纹路蹭过肌肤，带来一阵尖锐又钻心的痒意。7 号的笑声瞬间爆发，比之前任何一次都要急促、尖锐：“哈哈哈！！！痒死啦！！！别刮！！！哈哈哈…… 我错了！我怕痒！我最怕痒了！！！哈哈哈……” 她的身体剧烈地颤抖起来，双臂在手铐里拼命挣扎，金属链条发出清脆的碰撞声，颈间的牛铃哐当哐当响个不停，在空旷的牧场上回荡。

工作人员故意放慢了机械手的动作，用指尖轻轻点戳她的腋下，一下又一下，节奏忽快忽慢：“哦？刚才不是还说不怕吗？怎么这就求饶了？我们的傲娇小 7 号，不是很厉害吗？” 每一次点戳，都精准地戳中她最痒的地方，痒意像电流一样窜遍全身，让她浑身发麻，连指尖都在微微颤抖。

“哈哈哈…… 我错了！我真的错了！！！哈哈哈…… 别点了！痒死我啦！！！我再也不嘴硬了！！！哈哈哈……” 7 号的笑声里混着哭腔，眼泪顺着泛红的脸颊滑落，打湿了胸前的比基尼，紫水晶色的眼眸里满是水雾，连说话都被笑声拆得七零八落，“哈哈哈…… 我怕痒！我超怕痒！！！快停下来！！！我要笑晕过去了！！！”

工作人员看着她笑到浑身抽搐的模样，又好气又好笑，操控着机械手，换成了快速扫动的手法，冰凉的金属指尖在她的腋下快速扫过，像无数根细毛在蹭，痒意瞬间变得更加钻心。7 号的笑声瞬间拔高八度，变得尖锐又软糯，身体软得像没了骨头，靠在刑架的软垫上，连挣扎的力气都快没了，只能任由那钻心的痒意席卷全身：“哈哈哈！！！别扫！！！痒死啦！！！我要笑没气了！！！哈哈哈…… 救命啊！！！我再也不躲了！！！我乖乖产奶！！！哈哈哈……”

另外两组悬在腰侧的金属机械手，也缓缓动了起来，冰凉的指尖轻轻蹭过她的腰侧和手臂内侧，虽然不是核心敏感点，却也让她的痒意更上一层楼，笑声变得更加连绵不绝：“哈哈哈…… 别碰腰！！！也别碰手臂！！！哈哈哈…… 全身上下都痒！！！我要疯了！！！哈哈哈……”

阳光洒在她身上，她的全身上下都泛起了一层均匀的粉晕，像上好的羊脂玉染上了淡淡的胭脂，超薄的奶牛纹比基尼被汗水和泪水打湿，紧紧贴在肌肤上，清晰地透出粉色乳首的轮廓，身后的奶牛尾巴因为痒意，不受控制地甩来甩去，偶尔扫过腰侧，让她的笑声又拔高一个度。浅金色的牛角微微晃动，耳标 “07” 的叮铃声和牛铃的哐当声，夹杂着她软糯的笑声和求饶声，在牧场上回荡，和远处其他奶牛少女的笑声交织在一起，格外热闹。

工作人员看着她实在撑不住，才缓缓放慢了机械手的动作，用指尖轻轻摩挲着她的腋下，语气里带着一丝宠溺的调侃：“现在知道怕了？以后还嘴硬不嘴硬了？还躲不躲起来了？”

“哈哈哈…… 不嘴硬了！！！再也不躲了！！！哈哈哈…… 我乖乖的！！！快停下来！！！痒死啦！！！” 7 号的声音越来越微弱，笑声也变得有气无力，身体软得像一滩水，靠在刑架上，连睁眼的力气都快没了，紫水晶色的眼眸半睁半闭，满是水雾，嘴角却还挂着止不住的笑意，模样又可怜又娇憨。

又过了几分钟，工作人员才按下暂停键，四组金属机械手缓缓缩回刑架的夹层里，消失得无影无踪，只剩下轻微的机械嗡鸣声，很快就被风吹散了。刑架前终于安静了下来，只剩下 7 号粗重的喘息声、微弱的抽泣声，还有颈间牛铃偶尔发出的哐当轻响。

她浑身一软，整个人都靠在刑架的软垫上，身体还在不受控制地轻轻颤抖，肩膀一抽一抽的，眼泪还在不停地掉，嘴角却还残留着笑意的弧度，显然是痒到极致后的脱力与委屈。缓了好半天，她才终于顺过气来，抬起头，用湿漉漉的紫水晶色眼眸瞪着工作人员，语气又气又委屈，还带着浓浓的鼻音：“你们…… 你们太过分了…… 居然用这么凉的手挠我…… 痒死我了……”

话刚说完，她自己忍不住用指尖轻轻碰了一下自己的腋下，瞬间浑身一颤，又笑出了声，连忙缩回手，脸颊又红了起来，眼底闪过一丝后怕，却又带着一丝不易察觉的娇憨：“哈哈哈…… 还、还痒…… 别碰了……”

工作人员笑着走上前，解开了绑着她的手铐和束缚带，手腕和大腿刚一被松开，她就浑身一软，顺着刑架滑了下去，瘫坐在草地上，连站起来的力气都没有了。工作人员递给她一瓶温水，她接过来，小口小口地喝着，喝了大半瓶，才终于缓过劲来。

此刻的她，脸颊依旧红扑扑的，全身上下的肌肤还泛着淡淡的粉晕，超薄的奶牛纹比基尼被汗水和泪水打湿，紧紧贴在她的肌肤上，清晰地透出粉色乳首的轮廓，粉紫渐变的波波头被汗水打湿，凌乱地贴在脸颊和脖颈上，浅金色的牛角微微晃动，颈间的金色牛铃随着她的动作，偶尔发出一声清脆的哐当响，模样娇憨又可爱。

草地上，她身上那股带着淡淡樱花甜香的奶香变得愈发浓郁，顺着风蔓延开来，比之前更加醇厚，更加香甜 —— 这就是奶牛 7 号独有的奶香，是牧场里不可或缺的优质奶源。而她这软萌傲娇、嘴硬怕痒的模样，也成了阳光牧场里，最鲜活、最动人的一道风景，让人忍不住想多逗弄她一会儿。

Not far away beside the oak bookshelf—the ranch’s specially prepared “little study” for Cow 08—a warm orange figure was curled up, tightly hugging a dog-eared copy of Pasture Milk Production Principles and Scientific Stimulation Guide. Black-rimmed round glasses had slid down to the tip of her nose, covering half of her flushed face. She was still muttering softly, voice sticky yet carrying an undeniable seriousness.

This was Cow 08, Ranch Number 08. The golden “08” on her ear tag had been polished until it shone. Her small, round light-golden horns were smooth; her black-and-white cow ears twitched from time to time as if catching every sound around her. She was the most special existence on the entire ranch—not because of her warm-orange bob or the strong contrast between her giant breasts and slender limbs, but because she was the ranch’s “most knowledgeable cow”—she could recite the nutritional content of every type of pasture grass, accurately explain the scientific principles of tickling stimulation for milk production, and even point out non-standard operations by the staff. The little notebook in her arms was filled with dense notes; even the margins were covered with supplementary comments.

Yet this “little doctor” had a slow brain—always half a beat behind, the type who “understands the theory but can never do it right.” Just like now: she clearly knew today was milking day and the staff would come catch her; she had even written “escape route plan” in her notebook. But because she was absorbed in studying “how to reduce tickling sensation by adjusting breathing,” she forgot the time and forgot to hide in a better spot. Instead she curled up beside the most easily found bookshelf and didn’t even hear the staff’s footsteps.

“Little doctor, studying so intently you didn’t even notice me standing here?” A low, teasing voice suddenly rang beside her ear. Cow 08 froze as if under a petrification spell. The book in her arms fell to the grass with a “plop,” revealing the margin densely covered in red-ink notes—“Tickling threshold is negatively correlated with breathing rate; adjusting breathing can increase tolerance.” She jerked her head up; black-rimmed glasses slid even lower, just covering her pupils. She instinctively rubbed the bridge of her nose with the tip of her glasses. Her light-brown eyes instantly filled with panic; even her ear tips flushed scarlet. Black-and-white cow ears twitched rapidly like a startled little rabbit.

The staff stood with hands in pockets, leaning down until his nose almost touched her forehead. His gaze slowly swept over her warm-orange bob, giant-breasted figure, and finally settled on her flushed cheeks and slightly heaving chest. The teasing in his tone was unmistakable: “What’s this? Did you research a secret to resist tickling? Or did our little doctor deliberately hide here waiting for me to catch you so you could personally verify your ‘scientific theories’?”

Cow 08 hurriedly picked up the book and hugged it tightly to her chest, puffing her cheeks and trying to look serious. But her voice was soft and trembling, still forcing confidence: “I-I wasn’t waiting for you on purpose! I was perfecting my research report! According to page 42 of Pasture Milk Production Principles, the optimal tickling stimulation frequency is 1.2 times per second. Last time when you operated on 06 the frequency exceeded by 0.3 times, causing neural overload, affecting milk purity, and making her laugh until she collapsed. That does not meet scientific operation standards!”

The staff couldn’t help chuckling. He reached out and deliberately pinched the tip of her cow ear, watching her jolt violently as if shocked by electricity. Her hands clutched her bikini hem so tightly her knuckles turned white. Only then did he slowly tease: “So professional? Then little doctor, teach me—is 1.2 times per second fast or slow? Want me to try it on you right now so you can personally verify whether it really improves milk purity? And while we’re at it, see if your ‘breathing adjustment method’ can actually withstand the tickling?”

“N-no!” Cow 08 quickly shrank back, back pressed tightly against the bookshelf. She hugged the book even tighter; light-brown eyes already brimming with tears, yet still stubbornly insisted: “I-I don’t need to test it! I can judge from the experimental data! Also, you can’t catch me—I haven’t finished researching ‘psychological suggestion to resist tickling.’ Milking now will affect my research progress and milk quality. Then you’ll have to come ask me for advice again!”

“Affect milk quality?” The staff raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. He gently pinched her wrist; his fingertip deliberately stroked back and forth across the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist, watching her instantly burst out laughing. Her body trembled lightly; the neck bell clanged nonstop. Only then did he continue teasing: “Did our little doctor forget? Even if your brain is slow and you finish researching, you still can’t escape me. Last time you said you’d hide behind the hawthorn tree but ended up squatting at the tool shed door instead. You stupidly thought no one would notice and read your notebook for half an hour—remember?”

“I-I was just momentarily distracted! There were too many books on the shelf blocking my view—that’s why I remembered the wrong spot!” Cow 08’s face grew even redder—from cheekbones to ear tips, even her neck flushing faint pink. She struggled desperately, but she wasn’t very strong. Plus her slow brain made her struggling movements look especially clumsy and flustered. In the chaos the book in her arms fell again, pages scattering to reveal a drawn diagram of a tickling device with her handwritten note: “Avoid armpits here—tickling sensation can be reduced by 60%.”

The staff bent down, picked up the book, flipped through the diagram, and deliberately read the note aloud, tone full of teasing: “‘Avoid armpits here—tickling sensation can be reduced by 60%’? Little doctor, your diagram is quite professional. But I wonder—when it’s your own body, can you really hold back from laughing? After all, your armpits are famously sensitive. Last time just a breeze made you laugh until you squatted on the ground and couldn’t stand—remember?”

“I-I was just unlucky! The wind was too strong and stimulated my nerve endings!” Cow 08 stamped her feet anxiously; tears welled in her eyes, yet she still refused to yield. But the moment she finished speaking, the staff’s fingertip quietly landed on the edge of her armpit and gave a light touch.

“Hahahaha… Don’t touch! Don’t touch my armpits! Hahahaha… Itchy—so itchy! You cheated! You clearly know armpits are my sensitive spot yet you deliberately touched! Hahahaha… Take it away! I’m going to get angry!” The fingertip had only stayed for two seconds, but Cow 08 instantly went limp from laughing, her whole body shaking like leaves in autumn wind. Light-brown eyes instantly filled with tears that slid down her flushed cheeks, dripping onto the cow-print bikini and leaving wet spots. She twisted desperately trying to escape the mischievous hand, but her back was pressed tightly against the bookshelf—she had nowhere to run. She could only endure the staff’s fingertip lightly stroking the edge of her armpit; her laughter grew more urgent and softer, speech chopped into pieces.

“Angry?” The staff chuckled softly. He deliberately increased the pressure a little, circling lightly in her armpit, watching her instantly laugh until she couldn’t straighten her waist. Her hands flailed trying to push him away, but she was too weak—it looked more like coquettish struggling. His teasing grew heavier: “Our little doctor looks so cute even when she’s angry. Didn’t you say adjusting breathing could resist tickling? How come one touch already made you laugh like this? Does that mean your ‘scientific theory’ doesn’t work at all?”

“Hahahaha… N-no! Hahahaha… It’s because your pressure exceeded the limit! It doesn’t meet… doesn’t meet scientific standards! Hahahaha… It tickles to death! Stop! I-I need to revise my research report! Hahahaha…” Cow 08 laughed until tears streamed; her black-rimmed glasses had already slid down to her chin, revealing flushed eye sockets. Her warm-orange bob was wet with sweat, sticking messily to her cheeks and neck. Even the fuzz on her ear tips was soaked with tears—pitiful yet adorably soft. She wanted to push her glasses back up, but the moment she raised her hand the staff gently pinned her wrist. His other fingertip quietly moved to her waist and gave a light poke.

“Hahahaha—! Don’t touch my waist! Hahahaha… Waist is also a sensitive spot! You… you went too far! Hahahaha… Cheating! You’re not listening to my scientific principles at all! Hahahaha… I’m going to report you!” The waist tickling was even more drilling than the armpits. The light poke felt like countless tiny bugs crawling. Cow 08 instantly screamed with laughter; her body went so soft she nearly collapsed. The staff quickly caught her waist and deliberately stroked it lightly with his palm, watching her laugh until her whole body convulsed and even her toes curled hard. Only then did he slowly tease: “Report me? Little doctor, you can’t even hide from yourself—how are you going to report me? Be good and come with me to the wooden post. I’ll tickle exactly at 1.2 times per second like you said—okay? If you can hold back from laughing I’ll post your research report on the ranch bulletin board so everyone can see how amazing our little doctor is.”

“Hahahaha… I-I don’t believe you! Hahahaha… You’ll definitely cheat again! Hahahaha… I’m not going with you! I want to hide here and keep researching! Hahahaha… It tickles to death! Stop rubbing!” Cow 08 laughed and struggled desperately, but her slow brain made her movements especially clumsy and flustered. In the chaos she accidentally bumped into the staff’s arms; her soft chest lightly brushed his arm. She instantly stiffened, cheeks flushing even redder, laughter pausing for a second—but the next second the staff’s fingertip landed on her armpit again and her laughter erupted even louder.

“Hahahaha… Don’t… don’t do this! Hahahaha… I surrender! I surrender—okay? Hahahaha… I’ll go with you! I’ll go to the wooden post with you! Hahahaha… Stop! If you keep going I’ll laugh unconscious!” Cow 08 completely lost her confidence. Laughing and crying she begged, voice soft and sticky with heavy nasal tone. She had zero strength left to struggle—she could only let the staff hold her arm and slowly walk toward the nearby wooden post. Her steps were unsteady; every step trembled lightly. The golden neck bell clanged nonstop, mixing with her laughter and echoing across the open pasture.

“That’s more like it, little doctor.” The staff smiled and ruffled her warm-orange bob, deliberately messing it up even more. “If you had cooperated like this earlier you wouldn’t have suffered. Don’t worry—once we reach the post I’ll follow your scientific standards exactly, no cheating—of course, only if you stay obediently tied and don’t move.”

“Hahahaha… I-I won’t move! Hahahaha… You have to keep your word! Tickling at exactly 1.2 times per second! And… and avoid the dense nerve area in my armpits! Hahahaha… Itchy—so itchy! Stop touching me!” Cow 08 laughed and mumbled instructions, light-brown eyes full of mist, yet she still didn’t forget her “scientific principles.” But the moment she finished speaking the staff’s fingertip lightly brushed the inside of her wrist again. She instantly laughed harder; her body shook even more violently.

Soon they reached the wooden post—this post was specially used by the ranch to restrain cow girls. The deep-brown wooden surface was sanded smooth and warm, no sharp edges. A black leather handcuff hung at the top; two auxiliary straps on the sides were for thighs and waist—secure yet never injuring the skin. The staff helped the limp Cow 08 lean her back against the post. Seeing she was still lightly laughing, cheeks burning like ripe apples, he deliberately teased: “Little doctor, ready? We’re starting the binding—don’t move, or I’ll have to tickle you again.”

“Hahahaha… I-I won’t move! Hahahaha… Hurry and bind me! After binding… after binding tickle according to the standard, milk me, then I still have to go back and revise my research report!” Cow 08 tried hard to calm herself, but her body still trembled uncontrollably. She obediently raised both arms overhead, waiting for the staff to cuff her—but the moment she lifted them halfway a light tickling sensation came from her waist and she laughed again: “Hahahaha… Don’t… don’t touch my waist! I really won’t move! Hahahaha…”

The staff smiled and shook his head. He picked up the top black leather handcuffs, gently held her wrists, raised both arms overhead, and locked them firmly to the post. The inner side had soft sponge—no injury, yet locked extremely tight. No matter how she struggled she couldn’t move an inch; she could only sway her arms slightly, fingertips curling—looking pitiful yet adorable. “Upper limbs locked.” The staff patted her wrists and deliberately stroked the inside of her arm: “Next waist and legs—be good, don’t move.”

“Hahahaha… I-I’ll be good! Hahahaha… Stop rubbing! It tickles to death!” Cow 08 laughed until she went completely limp; her back pressed tightly against the post so she couldn’t even straighten her waist. The staff took the opportunity to pick up the side straps, gently wrap them around her waist, and lock them to the post. Then he bent down and bound her thighs, spreading her legs about 60 degrees and fixing them to the rings on both sides of the post so she couldn’t close her legs or twist her waist. She could only lean slightly back, completely exposing her armpits, waist, and other sensitive spots to the air.

“All done.” The staff stood up, clapped his hands, and looked at Cow 08 firmly bound to the post. Eyes full of teasing: “Little doctor, we can start now. You said 1.2 times per second, avoiding the dense nerve area in the armpits—right?”

Cow 08 panted heavily, face still wet with tears. Light-brown eyes full of panic yet she still forced calm and nodded: “Y-yes! Hahahaha… You must follow the standard! No cheating! And… and let me record the data!” As she spoke she tried hard to lift her head, but her black-rimmed glasses slid down again, covering her eyes. She instinctively rubbed them with the tip of her nose—looking especially clumsy and cute.

The staff chuckled softly. He pressed the button on the side of the post. Two transparent latex mechanical hands slowly extended, ends covered in fine soft bristles glowing with faint blue light. They slowly stopped on both sides of her armpits. “Follow the standard? No problem, little doctor.” He deliberately dragged out his words and tapped the mechanical hands with a fingertip: “See? I specially set the frequency to 1.2 times per second, and I avoided the dense nerve area you mentioned—but,” his tone changed; his gaze fell on her flushed armpits, teasing heavier, “your armpits are full of sensitive spots everywhere. Even avoiding the dense area probably won’t help, right?”

“Hahahaha… Y-you’re talking nonsense! Hahahaha… It will definitely help! Hurry and start! I want to verify my data! Hahahaha…” Cow 08 stamped her feet anxiously, but her legs were locked—she could only tremble in place. The neck bell clanged, mixing with her laughter—especially pleasant. She tried hard to straighten her waist, wanting to look like a serious researcher, but the moment she took a breath the mechanical hands began moving. The soft bristles gently brushed the edge of her armpits—avoiding the dense area she had marked, yet still bringing drilling tickling.

“Hahahaha—! Itchy! So itchy! Hahahaha… How is this possible! Hahahaha… I clearly marked it correctly! Hahahaha… Did you secretly change the frequency? Cheating! You cheated again!” Cow 08 instantly laughed until her whole body convulsed; arms struggled desperately, but the handcuffs held them tight—she could only sway her wrists slightly, fingertips futilely grabbing at air. Her body unconsciously arched back; her soft chest swayed lightly. The cow-print bikini was soaked with sweat and clung tightly, making her look even more adorable. Her black-rimmed glasses had already slid down to her chin, covering half her face. Tears mixed with sweat slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the straps and leaving wet spots.

“I didn’t cheat, little doctor.” The staff leaned close, deliberately pinching her cow ear with a fingertip, watching her laugh even harder and shake like a sieve. Only then did he slowly tease: “Your research data must be wrong, right? See? I followed exactly what you said and you’re still laughing like this. Shouldn’t you revise your report to ‘Cow 08’s armpits have no safe zone—one touch and she laughs’?”

“Hahahaha… N-no! Hahahaha… It’s because the mechanical hands’ bristles are too sharp! They don’t meet… don’t meet material standards! Hahahaha… It tickles to death! Stop! I-I need to adjust my research parameters! Hahahaha…” Cow 08 laughed and mumbled her rebuttal, voice soft like cotton with heavy nasal tone. Even her begging sounded especially cute. Her waist instinctively tensed, trying to dodge the mechanical hands, but the waist strap held her tight—she could only endure the tickling spreading from her armpits through her whole body. Every inch of skin screamed with itchiness; her laughter grew louder and more urgent, even making her cough. Tears and snot covered her face.

The staff watched her laugh and cry, flustered and at a loss, eyes full of pampering yet he still refused to stop. Instead he pressed another button and a small feather mechanical hand extended, gently landing on her waist and sweeping at 1.2 times per second. “Since the material is a problem, I’ll change the method.” He deliberately teased her: “Feathers meet the standards, right? Little doctor, can you hold it this time? If you can, I’ll record ‘experiment successful’—okay?”

“Hahahaha—! N-no! Hahahaha… Feathers are even itchier! Hahahaha… You went too far! Hahahaha… Waist… waist can’t take it either! Hahahaha… I’m going to report you! I’m going to fill my notebook with your non-standard operation!” The waist tickling was even more drilling than the armpits. The feather swept lightly like countless tiny bugs crawling. Cow 08 instantly screamed with laughter; her body twisted violently; the straps tightened around her waist, making her sensitive spots even more prominent. Her warm-orange bob was wet with sweat, sticking messily to her cheeks and neck. The fuzz on her ear tips was soaked with tears—pitiful yet seductive.

“Write it, little doctor.” The staff leaned down, close to her ear, using a low voice to tease: “Too bad you’re tied up right now and can’t even hold a pen—how are you going to write? Or do you want to beg me—after milking, I’ll accompany you back to write?”

“Hahahaha… I-I won’t beg you! Hahahaha… It tickles to death! Stop! I-I surrender! Hahahaha… I admit my data was wrong! I admit I can’t withstand tickling! Hahahaha… Stop! I’ll accompany you for milking! I won’t be stubborn anymore!” Cow 08 completely lost her confidence. Laughing and crying she begged, voice soft and completely sticky. She had zero strength left to struggle—she could only let the mechanical hands continue tormenting her armpits and waist. Her laughter gradually grew hoarse yet still wouldn’t stop.

At that moment the staff pressed the milking device button. A pair of soft silicone milkers slowly extended and gently pressed against her chest, slowly operating in sync with the tickling rhythm of the mechanical hands. “Should have done this earlier.” He smiled, reaching out to gently wipe the tears from her face. His fingertip deliberately brushed her cheek, watching her instantly laugh again: “Be good and cooperate. After milking I’ll accompany you back to revise your research report—and just like you said, I’ll post your ‘major discovery’ on the bulletin board so everyone knows our little doctor not only has knowledge but is also especially ticklish—okay?”

“Hahahaha… D-don’t post it on the bulletin board! Hahahaha… Too embarrassing! Hahahaha… Itchy—so itchy! When milking… don’t tickle! Hahahaha… I-I’ll obediently cooperate!” Cow 08 laughed until she went completely limp, back pressed tightly against the post, breathing rapid. The silicone milkers on her chest slowly operated; creamy white milk flowed steadily through the tubes, carrying a faint cherry-blossom sweet fragrance—her unique milky scent, richer and clearer than any other cow girl’s milk.

“Not posting it on the bulletin board is fine.” The staff deliberately made things difficult, fingertip lightly stroking her neck and watching her instantly laugh until her whole body shook: “Then you have to say one sentence: ‘I am the dumbest little doctor, I’m ticklish, and I’m willing to obediently make milk.’ Say it and I’ll stop tickling and won’t post it on the bulletin board.”

“Hahahaha… I-I’ll say it! I’ll say it! Hahahaha… I am the dumbest little doctor, I’m ticklish, and I’m willing to obediently make milk! Hahahaha… Stop! It tickles to death! I-I’m going to laugh unconscious!” Cow 08 didn’t even have time to think. Laughing and crying she mumbled the words—her slow brain plus the torment of tickling left her with no rationality. As long as the staff would stop tickling her, she was willing to do anything.

少し離れたオークの本棚の横——牧場が牛08のために特別に用意した「小さな勉強部屋」——温かいオレンジ色の影が丸くなり、耳の折れた『牧草地ミルク生産原理と科学的刺激ガイド』をしっかり抱きしめている。黒縁の丸メガネが鼻の先までずり落ち、赤くなった顔の半分を覆う。まだ小さく呟き、声はねっとりしているが紛れもない真剣さ。

これが牛08、牧場No.08。耳タグの黄金「08」は磨かれて輝いている。小さく丸いライトゴールドの角は滑らか、黒白牛耳が時々ピクピク動いて周囲の音をすべて捉えている。牧場全体で最も特別な存在——温かいオレンジのボブや巨乳と細い手足の強い対比ではなく、牧場の「一番博識な牛」——あらゆる牧草の栄養成分を暗唱でき、くすぐり刺激によるミルク生産の科学的原理を正確に説明でき、スタッフの非標準操作まで指摘できる。抱えた小さなノートは密なメモで埋まり、余白まで補足コメントでいっぱい。

しかしこの「小さな博士」は頭の回転が遅く——いつも半拍遅れ、「理論はわかるが実践できない」タイプ。今もそう：今日は搾乳日でスタッフが捕まえに来ることを知っていて、ノートに「脱走ルート計画」まで書いていた。しかし「呼吸調整でくすぐり感覚を減らす方法」を研究中に夢中になり、時間を忘れ、もっと良い隠れ場所を忘れ、一番簡単に見つかる本棚の横で丸くなり、スタッフの足音すら聞こえなかった。

「小さな博士、そんなに熱心に勉強して俺がここに立ってるのも気づかなかった？」低いからかう声が突然耳元に響く。牛08は石化呪文にかかったように凍りつく。抱えていた本が「ぽとん」と草に落ち、余白に赤インクで密に書かれたメモが露わに——「くすぐり閾値は呼吸速度と負の相関、呼吸調整で耐性を高められる」。頭を上げ、黒縁メガネがさらにずり落ち、瞳を覆う。本能的にメガネの橋を鼻先で擦る。ライトブラウンの目に即座にパニックが溢れ、耳の先まで真っ赤。黒白牛耳が驚いた子ウサギのように素早くピクピク。

スタッフはポケットに手を入れ、額がほとんど触れるほど屈む。視線がゆっくり温かいオレンジのボブ、巨乳体型、最後に赤くなった頰と軽く上下する胸をなぞる。からかいの口調は明らか：「どうしたの？ くすぐり抵抗の秘策を研究してた？ それともうちの小さな博士がわざとここに隠れて俺に捕まえてもらって、自分の『科学的理論』を自分で検証したかった？」

牛08は急いで本を拾い、胸にしっかり抱き、頰を膨らませて真剣ぶろうとする。しかし声は柔らかく震え、強がり：「ま、待ってたんじゃない！ 研究報告を完成させてただけ！ 『牧草地ミルク生産原理』42ページによると、最適くすぐり刺激頻度は1秒に1.2回。前回06に操作した時は0.3回超過、神経過負荷でミルク純度に影響、笑い崩壊させた。あれは科学的標準操作じゃない！」

スタッフはくすくす笑う。手を伸ばしてわざと牛耳の先を軽く摘み、電撃に打たれたように跳ねるのを見て、手がビキニの裾を握りしめ、関節が白くなるのを見て、ゆっくりからかう：「そんなにプロ？ じゃあ小さな博士、教えて——1秒に1.2回は速い？ 遅い？ 今すぐ君で試して、ミルク純度が本当に上がるか自分で検証しない？ ついでに『呼吸調整法』がくすぐりに本当に耐えられるか見てみようか？」

「だ、だめ！」牛08は急いで後ずさり、背中を本棚にぴったり押しつける。本をさらに強く抱き、ライトブラウンの目にすでに涙が溜まり、強がって：「験、検証する必要ない！ 実験データから判断できる！ それに捕まえられない——まだ『心理暗示でくすぐり抵抗』の研究が終わってない。搾乳したら研究進捗とミルク品質に影響する。また俺に相談に来ることになるよ！」

「ミルク品質に影響？」スタッフは眉を上げ、一歩近づく。手首を優しく摘み、内側の敏感な肌を指先で往復撫で、即座に笑い出すのを見て：「うちの小さな博士、忘れた？ 頭が遅くても研究終わっても俺からは逃げられないよ。前回『山桜の木の後ろに隠れる』って言ってたのに、結局工具小屋のドアの前にしゃがんでノートを30分読んでたよね？ 誰も気づかないと思ってたよね？」

「そ、それは一瞬の気の緩み！ 本棚の本が多すぎて視界が悪くて——場所を間違えただけ！」牛08の顔がさらに赤くなり、頰骨から耳の先、首まで淡いピンクに。必死に暴れるが力は強くない。それに頭の回転が遅いので、暴れる動きが特に不器用で慌てふためく。本がまた落ち、ページが散らばり、手書きのくすぐり装置図とメモが露わに：「ここは脇を避ける——くすぐり感覚60%低減可能」。

スタッフは屈んで本を拾い、図をめくり、メモをわざと声に出して読む、からかう口調満載：「『ここは脇を避ける——くすぐり感覚60%低減可能』？ 小さな博士、図はかなりプロだね。でも自分の体だと本当に笑いを堪えられるかな？ 君の脇は有名に敏感だよ。前回風が当たっただけで地面にしゃがんで立てなくなったよね？」

「そ、それはただ運が悪かった！ 風が強すぎて神経末端を刺激しただけ！」牛08は焦って足を踏みならし、目に涙が溜まるが、まだ譲らない。しかし言い終わるや否や、スタッフの指先が脇の縁に静かに着地して軽く触れる。

「はははは……触らないで！ 脇触らないで！ はははは……痒い——超痒い！ ズルい！ 脇が敏感スポットだって知ってるくせにわざと触る！ はははは……取って！ 怒るよ！」指先はわずか2秒だったが、牛08は即座に笑いでぐったり、体が秋風の葉のように震える。ライトブラウンの目に即座に涙が溜まり、赤くなった頰を伝って牛柄ビキニに落ちて濡れた跡。いたずらな手を逃れようと必死に捻るが、背中が本棚にぴったり押しつけ——逃げ場なし。スタッフの指先が脇の縁を軽く撫で続けるだけ、笑いがより緊急で柔らかくなり、言葉が刻まれる。

「怒る？」スタッフは小さく笑う。わざと少し圧を強め、脇を軽く円を描き、腰がまっすぐにならないほど笑うのを見て、手が慌てて押しのけようとするが弱すぎ——甘えた暴れに見える。からかいを重く：「うちの小さな博士、怒っても可愛いね。呼吸調整でくすぐりに耐えられるって言ってたよね？ どうして一回触れただけでこんな笑い方？ つまり『科学的理論』は全く役に立たないってこと？」

「はははは……ち、違う！ はははは……圧力が限界を超えたから！ 科学的……科学的標準に合わない！ はははは……死ぬほどくすぐったい！ やめて！ 研究報告を修正しなきゃ！ はははは……」牛08は笑いながら反論を呟き、声は綿のように柔らかく重い鼻声。懇願すら特に可愛い。腰が本能的に引きつり、機械手を避けようとするが腰ストラップできつく固定——脇から全身に広がるくすぐりに耐えるだけ。全身の肌が痒さで叫び、笑いがより大きく緊急になり、咳き込むほど。涙と鼻水が顔を覆う。

スタッフは彼女が笑い泣きで慌てふためくのを見て、甘やかしつつも止めない。もう一つのボタンを押し、小さな羽の機械手が伸び、腰に優しく着地して1秒に1.2回の速さで掃く。「素材の問題なら方法を変えるよ。」わざとからかう：「羽は標準に合うよね？ 小さな博士、今度は耐えられる？ 耐えられたら『実験成功』と記録する——いい？」

「はははは——！ だ、だめ！ はははは……羽はもっと痒い！ はははは……やりすぎ！ はははは……腰……腰も耐えられない！ はははは……通報する！ ノートに非標準操作でいっぱい書く！」腰のくすぐりは脇よりさらにドリル。羽が軽く掃くのが無数の小さな虫が這うよう。牛08は即座に叫び笑い、体が激しく捻り、ストラップが腰を締めて敏感スポットをより強調。温かいオレンジのボブが汗で濡れて頰と首に乱れて貼りつき。耳の先の毛が涙で濡れる——哀れだが誘惑的。

「書いて、小さな博士。」スタッフは屈んで耳元に近づき、低い声でからかう：「残念だけど今縛られてるからペンも持てない——どうやって書くの？ それとも懇願する？ 搾乳後、研究報告を一緒に書き直してあげる？」

「はははは……懇願しない！ はははは……死ぬほどくすぐったい！ やめて！ 降参！ はははは……データが間違ってた認める！ くすぐりに耐えられない認める！ はははは……やめて！ 搾乳に協力する！ もう頑固やめる！」牛08は完全に自信を失う。笑い泣きしながら懇願、声は柔らかく完全にねっとり。暴れる力ゼロ——機械手に腕と腰を続けていじめさせるだけ。笑いが徐々にかすれても止まらない。

その時スタッフが搾乳装置ボタンを押す。一対の柔らかいシリコン搾乳器がゆっくり伸び、胸に優しく押しつけ、機械手のくすぐりリズムと同期してゆっくり稼働。「もっと早くこうすればよかった。」彼は笑って顔の涙を優しく拭う。指先がわざと頰を撫で、即座にまた笑わせる：「おとなしく協力して。搾乳後、一緒に研究報告を修正してあげる——君の言う通り、『大発見』を掲示板に貼って、みんなにうちの小さな博士は知識だけじゃなく特にくすぐったいって知らせる——いい？」

「はははは……掲示板に貼らないで！ はははは……超恥ずかしい！ はははは……痒い——超痒い！ 搾乳の時……くすぐらないで！ はははは……おとなしく協力する！」牛08は笑いすぎて完全にぐったり、背中を柱にぴったり押しつけ、呼吸が速い。胸のシリコン搾乳器がゆっくり稼働、クリーミーな白いミルクがチューブを安定して流れ、淡い桜甘い香りを運ぶ——彼女独特のミルク香、他のどの牛娘より濃厚でクリア。

「掲示板に貼らないのもいいよ。」スタッフはわざと難しくし、指先で首を軽く撫で、即座に体中震えて笑うのを見て：「じゃあ一言言って——『私は一番バカな小さな博士です、くすぐったいです、おとなしくミルク出します』。言ったらくすぐり止めて掲示板にも貼らない。」

「はははは……言う！ 言う！ はははは……私は一番バカな小さな博士です、くすぐったいです、おとなしくミルク出します！ はははは……やめて！ 死ぬほどくすぐったい！ 笑い気絶する！」牛08は考える暇もなく。笑い泣きしながら言葉を呟く——遅い頭とくすぐりの拷問で理性ゼロ。スタッフがくすぐりを止めてくれるなら何でもする。

不远处的橡木书架旁——那是牧场专门给奶牛8号准备的“小书房”，此刻正缩着一个暖橙色的身影，怀里紧紧抱着一本卷了边的《牧场产奶原理与科学刺激指南》，黑框圆眼镜滑到鼻尖，遮住了半张泛红的脸颊，嘴里还念念有词，声音软乎乎的，却带着一股不容置疑的认真。

这就是奶牛8号，牧场编号08，耳标上的金色“08”字样被她擦得锃亮，头顶的浅金牛角小巧圆润，黑白奶牛耳时不时轻轻颤动，像在捕捉周围的动静。她是整个牧场里最特别的存在，不是因为她暖橙色的波波头，也不是因为她巨乳身形与纤细四肢的强烈反差，而是因为她是牧场里“最有知识的牛牛”——她能背出每一种牧草的营养成分，能精准说出挠痒刺激产奶的科学原理，甚至能指出工作人员操作中的不规范之处，怀里的小本子记满了密密麻麻的笔记，连页脚都写满了补充注释。

可偏偏，这位“小博士”脑子转数不高，反应总是慢半拍，属于“道理都懂，却总做不好”的笨萌体质。就像现在，她明明知道今天是榨乳日，工作人员一定会来抓她，也明明在小本子上写好了“逃跑路线规划”，却因为抱着书研究“如何通过调整呼吸减轻痒感”，忘了时间，也忘了躲到更隐蔽的地方，反而缩在最容易被找到的书架旁，连工作人员的脚步声都没听见。

“小博士，研究得这么入神，连我站在这都没发现？”低沉又带着戏谑的声音突然在耳边炸响，奶牛8号浑身一僵，像被施了定身咒，怀里的书“啪嗒”一声掉在草地上，露出页脚密密麻麻的红笔注释——“痒感阈值与呼吸频率呈负相关，调整呼吸可提升耐受度”。她猛地抬头，黑框眼镜又往下滑了滑，刚好挡住瞳孔，下意识地用鼻尖蹭了蹭眼镜，浅棕色的眼眸里瞬间泛起慌乱，连耳朵尖都唰地红透了，黑白奶牛耳急促地颤动着，像受惊的小兔子。

工作人员双手插兜，俯身凑到她面前，鼻尖几乎要碰到她的额头，眼神在她暖橙色的波波头、巨乳身形上慢悠悠扫过，最后落在她泛红的脸颊和微微起伏的胸口上，语气里的挑逗毫不掩饰：“怎么，研究出对抗挠痒的秘诀了？还是说，我们的小博士，故意躲在这，就等我来抓你，好亲身验证一下你的‘科学理论’？”

奶牛8号连忙捡起书抱在怀里，鼓着腮帮子，努力摆出一副严肃的模样，声音却软得发颤，还带着一丝强装的底气：“我、我才没有故意等你！我是在完善我的研究报告！根据《牧场产奶原理》第42页，挠痒刺激的最佳频率是每秒1.2次，你们上次给6号操作，频率超标了0.3次，会导致神经敏感过载，影响乳汁纯度，还会让她笑到脱力，这不符合科学操作规范！”

工作人员忍不住低笑出声，伸手故意用指尖轻轻捏了捏她的奶牛耳尖，看着她浑身猛地一颤，像被电流击中似的，双手紧紧攥住衣角，指节都泛了白，才慢悠悠地逗她：“这么专业？那小博士倒是教教我，每秒1.2次，是快还是慢？要不要我现在就给你试试，让你亲身验证一下，是不是真的能提升乳汁纯度，顺便看看，你的‘呼吸调整法’，到底能不能扛住痒感？”

“不、不要！”奶牛8号连忙往后缩，后背紧紧贴在书架上，怀里的书抱得更紧，浅棕色的眼眸里水光都快溢出来了，却还是嘴硬：“我、我不用试！我看过实验数据，就能判断！还有，你们不能抓我，我还没研究完‘心理暗示对抗痒感’，现在榨乳，会影响我的研究进度，也会影响乳汁质量，到时候你们又要来找我请教！”

“影响乳汁质量？”工作人员挑眉，上前一步，伸手轻轻捏住她的手腕，指尖故意在她手腕内侧的敏感皮肤上来回蹭动，看着她瞬间笑出了声，身体微微发抖，颈间的牛铃“哐当哐当”响个不停，才继续挑逗：“我们的小博士，是不是忘了，你脑子转数慢，就算研究完了，也躲不过我啊？上次你说要躲在山楂树后，结果蹲错了地方，蹲到了我们工具房门口，还傻乎乎地以为没人发现，抱着你的小本子念了半天，记得吗？”

“我、我那是一时疏忽！是书架上的书太多，挡住了我的视线，我才记错了位置！”奶牛8号的脸更红了，从颧骨红到耳尖，连脖颈都泛起了淡淡的粉晕，她拼命挣扎，可力气不大，加上脑子转数慢，挣扎的动作都显得格外笨拙，手忙脚乱间，怀里的书又掉在了地上，还散开了几页，露出里面画的挠痒装置示意图，还有她写的备注：“此处避开腋下，痒感可降低60%”。

工作人员弯腰捡起书，翻了翻里面的示意图，故意念出上面的备注，语气里满是戏谑：“‘此处避开腋下，痒感可降低60%’？小博士，你这示意图画得挺专业啊，就是不知道，真到了自己身上，你能不能忍住不笑？毕竟，你的腋下可是出了名的敏感，上次只是被风吹了一下，你都笑到蹲在地上起不来，忘了？”

“我、我那是意外！是风太大，刺激到了我的神经末梢！”奶牛8号急得直跺脚，眼泪在眼眶里打转，却还是不肯服软，可话音刚落，工作人员的指尖就悄悄落在了她的腋下边缘，轻轻碰了一下。

哈哈哈…… 别碰！别碰我腋下！哈哈哈…… 痒、好痒！你作弊！你明明知道腋下是我的敏感点，还故意碰！哈哈哈…… 快拿开！我要生气了！” 指尖的触感刚停留两秒，奶牛 8 号就笑得上身发软，浑身抖得像秋风中的落叶，浅棕色的眼眸里瞬间蓄满泪水，顺着泛红的脸颊滑落，滴在胸前的奶牛纹比基尼上，晕开一小片湿痕。她拼命扭动身子，想要躲开那只作乱的手，可后背紧紧贴在书架上，根本无处可逃，只能任由工作人员的指尖在她腋下边缘轻轻蹭动，笑声越来越急促，越来越软糯，连说话都被拆得七零八落。

“生气？” 工作人员低笑出声，指尖故意加重了几分力度，在她腋下轻轻打圈摩挲，看着她瞬间笑到直不起腰，双手胡乱挥舞着想要推开他，却因为力气太小，反而像在撒娇，语气里的挑逗更浓了，“我们的小博士，生气起来也这么可爱？你不是说，调整呼吸就能扛住痒感吗？怎么这才碰一下，就笑成这样了？是不是你的‘科学理论’，根本不管用啊？”

“哈哈哈…… 才、才不是！哈哈哈…… 是你力度超标了！不符合、不符合科学规范！哈哈哈…… 痒死啦！快停下！我要、我要修改我的研究报告！哈哈哈……” 奶牛 8 号笑得眼泪直流，黑框眼镜早就滑到了下巴上，露出泛红的眼眶，暖橙色的波波头被汗水打湿，凌乱地贴在脸颊和脖颈上，连耳尖的绒毛都被泪水浸湿，模样又可怜又娇憨。她想伸手把眼镜推上去，可刚抬起手，就被工作人员轻轻按住手腕，另一只手的指尖，又悄悄移到了她的腰侧，轻轻点了一下。

“哈哈哈 ——！别碰腰！哈哈哈…… 腰也是敏感点！你、你太过分了！哈哈哈…… 作弊！你根本不听我讲科学原理！哈哈哈…… 我要投诉你！” 腰侧的痒意比腋下更钻心，奶牛 8 号瞬间笑到尖叫，身体软得几乎要瘫倒在地，工作人员连忙伸手扶住她的腰，故意用掌心在她腰侧轻轻蹭了蹭，看着她笑得浑身抽搐，连脚尖都在用力蜷缩，才慢悠悠地逗她：“投诉我？小博士，你连自己都躲不过，还想投诉我？乖乖跟我走，去木柱那边，我就按你说的，每秒 1.2 次的频率挠痒，怎么样？要是你能忍住不笑，我就把你的研究报告，贴在牧场的公告栏上，让所有人都看看我们小博士的厉害。”

“哈哈哈…… 我、我才不信！哈哈哈…… 你肯定又要作弊！哈哈哈…… 我不跟你走！我要躲在这里，继续研究！哈哈哈…… 痒死啦！别蹭了！” 奶牛 8 号一边笑，一边拼命挣扎，可她脑子转数慢，挣扎的动作格外笨拙，手忙脚乱间，反而不小心撞进了工作人员的怀里，胸前的柔软轻轻蹭到他的手臂，她瞬间浑身一僵，脸颊红得更厉害，笑声也顿了一下，可下一秒，工作人员的指尖又落在了她的腋下，笑声再次爆发，比之前更响亮。

“哈哈哈…… 别、别这样！哈哈哈…… 我服了！我服了还不行吗？哈哈哈…… 我跟你走！我跟你去木柱那边！哈哈哈…… 快停下！再挠我就要笑晕过去了！” 奶牛 8 号彻底没了底气，一边笑一边哭着求饶，声音软乎乎的，带着浓浓的鼻音，连挣扎的力气都没有了，只能任由工作人员扶着她的胳膊，慢慢往不远处的实木立柱走去。她的脚步虚浮，每走一步都在轻轻发抖，颈间的金色牛铃 “哐当哐当” 响个不停，和她的笑声交织在一起，在空旷的牧场里回荡。

“这才乖嘛，小博士。” 工作人员笑着揉了揉她的头顶，故意把她的暖橙色波波头揉得更乱，“早这样配合，不就不用遭这份罪了？你放心，到了木柱那边，我一定按你说的科学规范来，绝不作弊 —— 当然，前提是你乖乖被绑好，不许乱动。”

“哈哈哈…… 我、我不乱动！哈哈哈…… 你说话要算数！要按每秒 1.2 次的频率！还要、还要避开我腋下的神经密集区！哈哈哈…… 痒、好痒，你别再碰我了！” 奶牛 8 号一边笑，一边含糊地叮嘱，浅棕色的眼眸里满是水雾，却还是不忘她的 “科学原则”，可话音刚落，工作人员的指尖又轻轻碰了一下她的手腕内侧，她瞬间又笑出了声，身体抖得更厉害。

很快，两人就走到了实木立柱前 —— 这根立柱是牧场专门用来固定奶牛少女的，深棕色的木质表面打磨得光滑温润，没有尖锐的棱角，顶部挂着黑色皮质手铐，两侧还有两根辅助的束缚带，用来固定大腿和腰部，既牢固又不会勒伤肌肤。工作人员扶着浑身发软的奶牛 8 号，让她后背贴在立柱上，看着她还在不停轻笑，脸颊红得像熟透的苹果，才故意挑逗：“小博士，准备好了吗？要开始绑你了，可别乱动哦，不然我又要忍不住挠你了。”

“哈哈哈…… 我、我不动！哈哈哈…… 你快绑！绑完、绑完赶紧按规范挠痒，榨完奶我还要回去改我的研究报告！” 奶牛 8 号努力让自己平静下来，可身体还是不受控制地轻轻发抖，双手乖乖举过头顶，等着工作人员给她戴手铐，可刚举到一半，就因为腰侧传来一丝轻微的痒意，又笑出了声，“哈哈哈…… 别、别碰我腰！我真的不动了！哈哈哈……”

工作人员笑着摇了摇头，伸手拿起顶部的黑色皮质手铐，轻轻握住她的手腕，将她的双臂高举过头顶，牢牢锁在立柱上。手铐内侧贴着柔软的海绵，不会勒伤她的手腕，却锁得格外结实，任凭她怎么挣扎，都无法挪动分毫，只能微微晃动手臂，指尖轻轻蜷缩，模样又可怜又可爱。“好了，上肢固定好了。” 工作人员拍了拍她的手腕，故意用指尖蹭了蹭她的手臂内侧，“接下来绑腰和腿，乖乖的，别乱动。”

“哈哈哈…… 我、我乖乖的！哈哈哈…… 你别再蹭了！痒死啦！” 奶牛 8 号笑得浑身发软，后背紧紧贴在立柱上，连腰都挺不直，工作人员趁机拿起两侧的束缚带，轻轻绕过她的腰腹，牢牢绑在立柱上，又弯腰绑住她的大腿，将她的双腿分开约 60 度，固定在立柱两侧的扣环上，让她无法并拢双腿，也无法扭动腰腹，只能微微后仰，将腋下、腰侧这些敏感点，彻底暴露在空气中。

“好了，都绑好了。” 工作人员站起身，拍了拍手，看着被牢牢绑在立柱上的奶牛 8 号，眼神里满是戏谑，“小博士，现在可以开始了，你说，要按每秒 1.2 次的频率，避开腋下神经密集区，对不对？”

奶牛 8 号喘着粗气，脸上还挂着未干的泪水，浅棕色的眼眸里满是慌乱，却还是强装镇定，点了点头：“对、对！哈哈哈…… 你一定要按规范来！不许作弊！还要、还要让我记录数据！” 她一边说，一边努力想要抬头，可黑框眼镜又滑了下来，遮住了眼睛，她下意识地用鼻尖蹭了蹭，模样格外笨萌。

工作人员低笑一声，伸手按下立柱侧面的按钮，两道透明胶质机械手缓缓伸了出来，末端带着细密的软刺，泛着淡淡的蓝光，慢悠悠地停在她腋下两侧。“按规范来？没问题啊小博士。” 他故意拖长语调，指尖点了点机械手，“你看，这机械手的频率，我特意调到了每秒 1.2 次，而且避开了你说的神经密集区 —— 不过嘛，” 他话锋一转，眼神落在她泛红的腋下，语气里的戏谑更浓，“你这腋下到处都是敏感点，就算避开密集区，好像也没什么用吧？”

“哈哈哈…… 你、你别胡说！哈哈哈…… 肯定有用！你快启动！我要验证我的数据！哈哈哈……” 奶牛 8 号急得直跺脚，可双腿被牢牢绑住，只能原地轻轻颤动，颈间的牛铃哐当作响，和她的笑声搅在一起，格外悦耳。她努力挺直腰板，想要摆出一副认真研究的样子，可刚吸了一口气，机械手就缓缓动了起来，软刺轻轻蹭过她的腋下边缘，没有碰她标注的密集区，却依旧带来钻心的痒意。

“哈哈哈 ——！痒！好痒！哈哈哈…… 怎么会这样！哈哈哈…… 我明明标注对了！哈哈哈…… 你是不是偷偷调频率了？作弊！你又作弊！” 奶牛 8 号瞬间笑到浑身抽搐，双臂拼命挣扎，可手铐锁得死死的，只能微微晃动手腕，指尖徒劳地抓着空气。她的身体不受控制地往后仰，胸前的柔软微微晃动，奶牛纹比基尼被汗水浸湿，贴在肌肤上，更显娇憨。黑框眼镜早就滑到了下巴上，遮住了半张脸，泪水混着汗水顺着脸颊滑落，滴在束缚带上，晕开一小片湿痕。

“我可没作弊哦，小博士。” 工作人员凑到她面前，故意用指尖轻轻捏了捏她的奶牛耳，看着她笑得更凶，身体抖得像筛糠，才慢悠悠地挑逗，“是你的研究数据有问题吧？你看，都按你说的来了，你还是笑成这样，是不是该修改一下你的报告，改成‘奶牛 8 号腋下无安全区，一碰就笑’啊？”

“哈哈哈…… 才、才不是！哈哈哈…… 是机械手的软刺太尖了！不符合、不符合材质规范！哈哈哈…… 痒死啦！快停下！我要、我要调整我的研究参数！哈哈哈……” 奶牛 8 号一边笑，一边含糊地反驳，声音软得像棉花，带着浓浓的鼻音，连求饶都显得格外可爱。她的腰腹下意识地绷紧，想要躲开机械手，可腰被束缚带绑得牢牢的，只能任由痒意顺着腋下蔓延到全身，每一寸肌肤都在叫嚣着发痒，笑声越来越响亮，越来越急促，甚至笑到呛咳，眼泪鼻涕糊了一脸。

工作人员看着她又笑又哭、手足无措的模样，眼底满是宠溺，却依旧不肯停下，反而按下了另一个按钮，又伸出一道小型羽毛机械手，轻轻落在她的腰侧，按每秒 1.2 次的频率，轻轻扫动。“既然材质有问题，那我换个方式。” 他故意逗她，“羽毛总符合规范了吧？小博士，这下能忍住了吗？要是能忍住，我就给你记上‘实验成功’，怎么样？”

“哈哈哈 ——！不、不行！哈哈哈…… 羽毛更痒！哈哈哈…… 你太过分了！哈哈哈…… 腰、腰也受不了！哈哈哈…… 我要投诉你！我要把你不规范操作的事，写满我的小本子！哈哈哈……” 腰侧的痒意比腋下更钻心，羽毛轻轻扫过，像无数只小虫子在爬，奶牛 8 号瞬间笑到尖叫，身体剧烈扭动，束缚带紧紧勒在腰腹上，反而让她的敏感点更突出。她的暖橙色波波头被汗水打湿，凌乱地贴在脸颊和脖颈上，耳尖的绒毛都被泪水浸湿，模样又可怜又诱人。

“写啊，小博士。” 工作人员俯身，凑到她耳边，用低沉的声音挑逗，“可惜你现在被绑着，连笔都拿不到，怎么写？还是说，你想求我，等榨完奶，让我陪你回去写？”

“哈哈哈…… 我、我才不求你！哈哈哈…… 痒死啦！快停下！我、我认输！哈哈哈…… 我承认我的数据有问题！我承认我扛不住痒！哈哈哈…… 你快停下，我陪你榨奶，我再也不嘴硬了！” 奶牛 8 号彻底没了底气，一边笑一边哭着求饶，声音软得一塌糊涂，连挣扎的力气都没有了，只能任由机械手在她腋下和腰侧作乱，笑声渐渐变得沙哑，却依旧停不下来。

就在这时，工作人员按下了榨乳装置的按钮，一对柔软的硅胶榨乳器缓缓伸了出来，轻轻贴合在她的胸前，随着机械手的挠痒节奏，慢慢运转起来。“早这样不就好了？” 他笑着，伸手轻轻擦去她脸上的泪水，指尖故意蹭过她的脸颊，看着她瞬间又笑出了声，“乖乖配合，榨完奶，我就陪你回去改研究报告，还按你说的，把你的‘重大发现’贴在公告栏上，让所有人都知道，我们的小博士，不仅有知识，还特别怕痒，怎么样？”

“哈哈哈…… 不、不要贴公告栏！哈哈哈…… 太丢人了！哈哈哈…… 痒、好痒！榨、榨奶的时候别挠了！哈哈哈…… 我、我会乖乖配合的！” 奶牛 8 号笑得浑身脱力，后背紧紧贴在立柱上，呼吸急促，胸前的硅胶榨乳器缓缓运转，乳白色的乳汁顺着导管缓缓流出，带着淡淡的樱花甜香 —— 那是她独有的奶香，比其他奶牛少女的乳汁更醇厚、更清甜。

“不贴公告栏可以啊。” 工作人员故意刁难她，指尖在她的脖颈上轻轻蹭了蹭，看着她瞬间笑到浑身发抖，“那你得说一句‘我是最笨的小博士，我怕痒，我愿意乖乖榨奶’，说了我就停下挠痒，也不贴公告栏。”

“哈哈哈…… 我、我说！我说！哈哈哈…… 我是最笨的小博士，我怕痒，我愿意乖乖榨奶！哈哈哈…… 快停下！痒死啦！我、我快笑晕过去了！” 奶牛 8 号根本来不及思考，一边笑一边含糊地念着，眼泪掉得更凶，却还是乖乖照做 —— 她脑子转数慢，又被痒意折磨得没了理智，只要能让工作人员停下挠痒，让她做什么都愿意。