"Thank you very much for milking me once again, Meamill-San."
"It was my pleasure, Centorea-San! I'm sure your breasts were quite thankful too for the job well done, ohoho!"
"...Ahaha, very funny indeed."
"I DO have one question for you though, Centorea-San; don't you ever get tired of having me collect your dairy? Surely someone else could help you out as well."
"I appreciate your consideration Meamill-San, but I highly doubt that anyone else could even come close to relating with my struggles the same way you do."
"Really? Even with my chest not matching up to yours?"
"Don't say that. You're still much bigger than most of your other friends at your boyfriend's establishment, right?"
"B-Boyfriend? Surely you're jesting! Regardless, were it not for the fact that my sweetheart's a leg man I'd have won this compe-tit-ion a while ago! Ohoho!"
"Really cracking at the puns today, aren't we?"
"Oh hush! But back to my earlier point, don't you wish you could do something else with your life aside from being milked dry every day?"
"Ah, now THAT I can answer. You have your role in life as your sweetheart's sword and shield, protecting him with all your might as enemies besiege and try to batter your eventual betrothal, correct?"
"An awfully wordy way to say that, but yes."
"And I have my role as a calcium provider to the masses! It's a little embarrassing to admit this, but ever since I've come to Japan my breast milk's been more built up than usual. As a result production's been through the roof lately, and as a dairy-breed centaur I couldn't be happier!"
"Gosh, Centorea-San! I had no idea you held such a noble outlook on that matter!"
"Fufu~ It warms my bountiful bosom to know that you see it that way! However, if you want my advice, feel free to be less gentle if you want things to go your way; who knows when your 'roommates' will try and 'milk your sweetheart for all he's worth'..."
"E-E-Eh?!? T-T-That sort of thing is HIGHLY inappropriate!"
"Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but you squeezing my boobs on a consistent basis ISN'T?"
"Mmph..."
"Ahaha, I'm just kidding! Live your own life the way you see fit, and be glad that you're not forced to make ends meet by squirting from your nipples for the sake of supply and demand like I do!"
"Okay...I will! See you next time, Centorea-San!"
"(What was with my last message to Meamill-San? Do I harbor jealously over her free life? Sometimes I DO question how I would live if I didn't have these milk bags attached to me at all times...)"
"(Centorea-San sounded a tad miffed at the end there...I wish there was some way I could ease the burden she goes through every day, even if that meant I became a dairy breed myself in her place...!)"
And so the two of them part ways for today...however, a shooting star in the night sky passes by...and we all know what THAT means for any fortune-gazing frolickers...
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And that ends today's caption. The idea of a life and role swap isn't inherently interesting to me unless there's tits involved, so if you want more content like that from me it might be a bit before the next installment haha. Speaking seriously though, I'm running low on images I care enough to make stories out of until I edit new ones altogether. I COULD theoretically upload edits without stories, but I feel like that'd be robbing you guys out of an experience. Ah well, the struggles of a writer amirite? Have yourself a good one wherever it is that you're at!