I drive home through the quiet streets, the mana engine humming smoothly beneath me. Roku and Lola both promised they would come over later tonight. A small smile plays on my lips as I think about it.

When I pull into the courtyard, the house feels strangely quiet. Usually, I would hear faint voices or movement from inside, but tonight everything is still. I don’t pay it much attention. Instead, I head straight to the back of the property where I built a small stable for my horse.

I named him Rudy.

The moment I approach the stable, Rudy lets out a loud, energetic neigh. He has grown visibly taller and much more muscular since the guild delivered him. His coat shines with a healthy gloss, and his eyes burn with a fiery, almost intelligent intensity. He stomps his powerful hooves into the ground excitedly as I get closer.

I chuckle and reach out. Rudy immediately leans forward and licks my entire face with his big, warm tongue, leaving a trail of slobber.

"Easy there, boy," I mutter, wiping my face. "You’ve been eating way too much lately."

That’s right. Rudy devours three full bags of high-quality horse feed every single day. Normal horses take over a week to finish one bag. It feels like there is a bottomless pit inside him. I finally understand why the old man was so desperate to get rid of him. Money is not really a problem for me right now, but if this keeps up, the expenses will start piling up fast.

Then my eyes land on the corner of the stable.

A massive mountain of horse shit sits there, easily twice as much as yesterday. It must weigh at least 250 pounds. The smell hits me like a wall. As if mocking me, Rudy taps his hoof against the shovel leaning nearby, then looks at me expectantly.

I stare at the enormous pile, then at Rudy.

Instead of getting angry, I suddenly burst out laughing. This horse is definitely not normal. No ordinary horse eats and shits like this.

I could hire someone with an Appraisal class to check him properly, but if Rudy turns out to be something rare, it might attract unwanted attention. Instead, I pull out my phone and do some quick research while leaning against the stable wall. After scrolling through several forums, I find information about half-monster horse hybrids. They look like normal animals on the outside but can evolve and build mana pools instead of forming cores.

This sounds too good to be true.

I reach into my inventory and pull out a handful of F-tier monster cores I looted from those Adventurers. I place them on the ground in front of Rudy.

His entire demeanor changes instantly. His fiery eyes lock onto the cores with predatory focus. Without hesitation, he lunges forward and swallows all of them in one greedy gulp.

The moment the cores disappear down his throat, Rudy’s legs buckle. He staggers sideways and collapses heavily into the corner of the stable, lying down with a deep, satisfied snort. His eyes slowly close as if he has fallen into a deep sleep.

My eyes widen in shock.

Suddenly, a blue system notification flashes in front of me:

[Rudy has entered hibernation, preparing for a new evolution.]

I stand there staring at the message, then at the massive horse now sleeping peacefully in the corner. A slow grin spreads across my face. This is better than I expected. If Rudy evolves into something powerful, he could become a serious asset — both for transportation and for dungeon runs in the future.

Next, I grab the shovel and start cleaning up the mountain of shit while my mind races with different possibilities. Rudy is clearly special. I need to be careful about who finds out. At the same time, this could accelerate my plans significantly.

After finishing the messy job, I wash my hands at the outdoor tap and head toward the house. The quietness from earlier still lingers. I wonder what my wives are up to inside. With Roku and Lola coming over later, tonight will definitely be interesting.

I push the front door open and step inside the house. Before I can even take another step, a warm figure lunges at me in a blur. Pico wraps herself around me tightly, her arms locking behind my neck while her strong legs clamp firmly around my waist. She clings to me like she never wants to let go.

"Pico," I say softly, my hands instinctively supporting her ass.

"Welcome back, Master," she whispers happily. Her fluffy tail wags rapidly behind her, brushing against my legs, while her soft furry ears twitch with excitement. She nuzzles her face into my neck, breathing in my scent.

I swallow hard as I feel her body against mine. She wears a thin orange blouse that clings to her full breasts and a dangerously short skirt that rides up her thighs. The heat from her lower region presses right against my stomach. She has filled out beautifully in the short time she has been here. Her once malnourished frame now looks soft, healthy, and incredibly tempting.

With Pico still refusing to release me, I walk toward the living room while carrying her. Her tail continues wagging excitedly the entire way.

"Where are the others?" I ask.

Pico lifts her head slightly. "The new car you ordered arrived earlier today. Aleena, Erin, and Lilith took it out for a test drive. They brought Zen with them too."

I nod and sit down on the large couch. Pico settles comfortably on my lap, straddling me. Her short skirt rides up even higher, exposing more of her soft thighs. Her face flushes a deep red as she looks at me with shining eyes.

"Master..." she says sweetly, "will you pat my head? I can now cast basic magic effortlessly, and my mana pool has increased to a two-meter radius."

Surprise and pride fill my chest. I reach up and gently stroke her head, running my fingers through her soft hair and rubbing her furry ears. "Well done, Pico. I’m proud of you. You’ve been working hard. I’ll get you a nice gift for focusing so much on your training."

Pico’s eyes widen with pure joy. Her tail wags even faster, thumping against my leg.

As I continue stroking her head, my eyes drift lower. Her hard nipples poke prominently through the thin orange blouse, clearly visible. Because of her excitement, they have started leaking. Small wet patches form around her nipples as warm milk begins to seep through the fabric. The sweet, creamy scent of her milk drifts up to me.

Pico notices where my gaze has landed. She bites her lower lip, then gently cups my face with both hands, tilting my head up to look at her.

"Master... my breasts feel really heavy right now," she whispers, her voice filled with need. "No one is home. Would you like to suck my milk?"

Her golden eyes stare at me with open desire. Her tail curls around my waist possessively while she waits for my answer. The wet patches on her blouse grow larger as more milk leaks out, slowly soaking the thin material and making it semi-transparent.