Divine Milking System-Chapter 32 | The Taste Of Vanilla And The Sound Of A Level Up
The notification appeared in my vision as the essence hit my system. Fifty points. Double the normal rate for first extraction. I felt it immediately—like a shot of pure energy flooding through me.
Naomi’s back arched off the bed. "Jace! Oh my god!"
I sucked harder, creating a rhythm. The second mouthful came faster, spraying against the roof of my mouth. I swallowed it down with another audible gulp.
\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 50 points!\]
One hundred points total. One day added to my life already.
Her hands found my hair, fingers tangling in it, pulling me closer to her chest. I kept the Euphoric Feedback at level 8, watching her face contort with pleasure she’d never experienced before.
"It feels so good," she whimpered. "I can’t... I can’t think straight."
I released her nipple for a moment, milk dribbling down my chin. "You’re doing amazing, Naomi."
Her breast leaked continuously now, white droplets running down the curve and onto the bedsheet. The sight was fucking mesmerizing. I latched on again, hungry for more.
Third mouthful. Gulp.
\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 50 points!\]
Her milk tasted like vanilla and something uniquely her. Something innocent and pure that probably should have made me feel guilty. It didn’t.
I moved my free hand to her thigh, feeling the smooth skin there. Her legs parted unconsciously, seeking more contact. Keeping my mouth sealed around her nipple, I slid my hand higher, fingers tracing patterns on her inner thigh.
"Please," she whispered, hips lifting slightly. "Please touch me."
Who was I to deny such a polite request?
I moved my hand between her legs, pressing against her through the thin fabric of her shorts. She was soaked through already, the material clinging to her.
Fourth mouthful. Gulp.
\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 50 points!\]
Two hundred points now. Two days added to my life.
I slipped my fingers past the waistband of her shorts, finding her bare and slick. Her breath hitched when I made contact, hips bucking against my hand.
"Oh! That’s—ahh!"
I rubbed small circles while continuing to suckle at her breast. The dual stimulation had her writhing on the bed, her milk flowing more freely with each passing second.
Fifth mouthful. This one spurted with such force I almost choked. I swallowed it down quickly.
\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 50 points!\]
I lifted my head, watching milk continue to leak from her nipple. The sight was fucking surreal. This gorgeous girl was literally producing magic milk that would keep me alive, and she was loving every second of it.
"Why did you stop?" she panted, pink eyes unfocused.
"Just looking at you," I said truthfully. "You’re fucking beautiful."
I pushed one finger inside her while returning to her breast. She cried out, walls clenching around the intrusion. So tight. So wet.
Fuck, I was hard enough to drill through concrete.
Sixth mouthful. Gulp.
\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 50 points!\]
Three hundred points. Three days of life.
I added a second finger, curling them forward to find that spot that would make her—
"Jace! Right there! Don’t stop!"
Found it.
I sucked harder at her breast, milk practically gushing now. It spilled from the corners of my mouth, ran down her breast, pooled on the bed beneath us. I couldn’t swallow fast enough.
Seventh mouthful somehow. Gulp.
\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 50 points!\]
I worked my fingers faster, maintaining pressure on that perfect spot inside her while my thumb circled her clit. Her thighs trembled on either side of my hand. She was close.
"I’m going to—Jace, I can’t—"
I released her breast just long enough to say, "Let go, Naomi. Cum for me."
Then I sealed my lips around her nipple again, sucking hard while pressing firmly with my fingers.
She shattered.
Her back arched impossibly high, lifting half off the bed. Her walls clamped down on my fingers with surprising strength. And her breast—fuck—her breast released a jet of milk so forceful it hit the back of my throat.
Eighth mouthful. Gulp.
\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 50 points!\]
◆ FIRST SESSION COMPLETE ◆
Target: Naomi Love - Silver Rank
Total Consumed: 8 mouthfuls (1 cup)
Points Earned: 400 points (first session bonus)
Lifespan Gained: +4 days
Status Effects:
├─ Target satisfaction: Very High
├─ Devotion threshold: 34% → 60%
└─ Ability theft: Failed (only 1 orgasm)
Note: Subsequent sessions with this target yield 200 pts/cup (normal rate)
Four days. Four fucking days added to my life. I felt it in my bones, the timer ticking up instead of down for the first time since I’d woken up in this world. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Naomi lay panting beneath me, my fingers still buried inside her. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, chest heaving. Small droplets of milk continued to leak from her nipple, which was now red and swollen from my attention.
I gently withdrew my hand from between her legs, earning a small whimper from her. I brought my fingers to my lips and licked them clean, tasting her arousal. Sweet, like her milk.
"That was..." she whispered, not finishing the thought.
"Yeah," I agreed. "It was."
I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the breast I’d just emptied, feeling her shiver at the contact. Her nipple was still leaking slightly, and I lapped at it one final time, savoring the taste.
Then I shifted my attention to her other breast. Still full. Still untouched.
"Ready to keep going?" I asked, running my thumb over her neglected nipple.
She opened her eyes, meeting mine. I activated Snake Eyes, curious what her attraction level would be now.
Naomi Love
Measurements: 36D-27-38
Rank: Silver
Current Attraction: 78%
Jesus Christ. It had jumped almost thirty percentage points in one session. The devotion increase to 60% made sense now.
"Yes," she said, reaching up to touch my face. "I want to help you."
