Divine Milking System-Chapter 30 | The Truth Is A Hard Sell

"I know it’s weird," I said, watching Naomi back away from me. "But I swear it’s safe."

Her pink eyes darted around the room, searching for doors, windows, any exit at all. The cityscape beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows was nothing but a projection, and we both knew it.

"Take me back. Right now." Her voice trembled with barely controlled panic.

I checked the timer floating in the corner of my vision. Twenty-eight minutes of Private Sanctum remaining. Fuck.

"Naomi, I understand this is scary—"

"Scary?" She laughed, high and shrill. "You just teleported us into some... pocket dimension without warning! What even is this place? Where are we actually?"

"We’re still on the field. Physically, our bodies haven’t moved."

"That’s impossible." She shook her head. "That would be a space manipulation ability. Those are S-rank. Elite Ten level."

"I know."

"You’re a lottery admission! You can’t have—"

"I know what I am." I stepped toward her, hands raised to show I meant no harm. "Naomi, please. I didn’t bring you here to hurt you."

She backed up until her legs hit the bed. "Then why? Why show me this?"

Good fucking question. Why had I jumped straight to Private Sanctum? The smart play would have been another Euphoric Feedback session, work up to extraction. But no, I had to go full creeper and drag her into my pocket dimension.

Twenty-seven minutes left.

"I need your help," I said finally. "And I don’t have much time."

"Time for what?" Her eyes narrowed. "What exactly do you want from me?"

That was the million-point question. I wanted her essence. I wanted the four days of life extension her Silver-tier milk would give me. I wanted her ability if I could manage three orgasms in one session.

But I couldn’t just say that.

Could I?

Fuck it. Maybe the truth was the best option. A heavily edited version, anyway.

"I’m dying, Naomi."

Her face transformed instantly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I have less than two days to live unless I can find a way to extend my timer."

She stared at me, pink eyes wide. "I don’t understand."

"My ability isn’t just Euphoric Feedback and Private Sanctum. Those are just... tools." I rubbed my face. "The whole package is called Pleasure Plunderer."

"Pleasure... Plunder..." Her voice trailed off, the words clearly making no sense to her.

"It gives me special powers, but they come at a cost. I have a death timer counting down in my head right now." I tapped my temple. "I’ll die when it hits zero unless I can extract essence from women."

Her mouth opened, closed, opened again. "Extract... essence? What does that even mean?"

Twenty-five minutes.

"It means exactly what it sounds like. My ability induces lactation in women. I drink their milk and it extends my lifespan."

I watched her face cycle through confusion, disbelief, disgust, and then finally settle on anger.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" She stood straight, hands clenched. "You brought me to your weird sex dungeon dimension to tell me you need to drink breast milk to survive? Do I look stupid to you?"

"No, you look like someone who could save my life." I stepped closer. "I know how this sounds. But I’m not lying. Look."

I projected my system interface into the air between us.

◆ DIVINE MILKING SYSTEM ◆

JACE MONROE

Lifespan: 45h 43m

The glowing blue text hung in the air like an accusation. Naomi stared at it, then at me.

"This is... real?" Her voice had gone small.

"Very real. And very stupid. Trust me, I’m not thrilled about it either."

She reached out to touch the floating text, her fingers passing through it. "You really are dying."

"Unless I extract essence from a woman, yes." I let the interface fade. "That’s why I brought you here. Private Sanctum gives us total privacy. No one can see in, no one can interrupt. It’s the only safe place I can do this."

"Do what, exactly?" Wariness returned to her voice.

"Extract essence. Through..." I gestured vaguely at her chest.

Naomi’s hands moved automatically to cover herself, even though she was fully clothed in her sports bra and shorts. "You want to... milk me? Like a cow?"

I winced at her phrasing. "I wouldn’t put it like that." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"How would you put it, then?" The anger was back.

"I’d say I need your help to survive, and this is the only way the system allows it."

She looked away, arms still crossed protectively over her chest. "And that’s why you used your other ability on me? To get me... what? Turned on enough to agree?"

Shit. She was sharp.

"Partially," I admitted. No point lying now. "But also to show you what I can do for you in return."

Her eyes shot back to mine. "What?"

"My ability isn’t just taking. When I use Euphoric Feedback during extraction, it feels good. Really good. Like level nine, but better."

Twenty-two minutes.

Her cheeks flushed at the reminder of what level nine had felt like. "So you’re offering me... what? Orgasms in exchange for drinking my milk?"

"When you put it like that, it sounds ridiculous."

"It is ridiculous!" She threw her hands up. "This whole situation is ridiculous! We were just practicing abilities on the field and now we’re in some fake apartment and you’re telling me you need to suck on my breasts or you’ll die! How am I supposed to react?"

I ran a hand through my hair. "Look, I know it’s a lot. But I’m being honest with you. That’s worth something, right?"