Divine Milking System-Chapter 33 | Returning To Reality With A Very Satisfied Woman

Chapter 33: 33 | Returning To Reality With A Very Satisfied Woman

I lowered my head and took her second nipple into my mouth. It responded immediately, milk spurting against my tongue.

\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 25 points!\]

Only twenty-five this time. Normal rate now that the first session bonus was used up. Still, I wasn’t complaining. Every point counted.

I maintained Euphoric Feedback at level 8, but I could feel my mana draining steadily. I’d need to be more efficient with this breast.

Naomi seemed more sensitive now, her body already primed from her orgasm. Her nipples leaked milk freely, making extraction easier. I fell into a rhythm—suck, swallow, repeat.

\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 25 points!\]

Her hands found my shoulders, fingers digging in. "It’s even more intense now," she gasped. "How is that possible?"

I didn’t answer, too busy drinking from her. My tongue swirled around her nipple, coaxing more milk from her.

\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 25 points!\]

I slid my hand between her legs again, finding her still soaked. This time, I pulled her shorts down entirely, revealing her to my gaze. Pink and swollen and perfect.

"Jace," she moaned, spreading her legs wider. "Please."

I pushed two fingers into her immediately, knowing she could take them now. Her back arched again, pushing more of her breast into my mouth.

\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 25 points!\]

One hundred points from the second breast already. Another day of life.

Naomi was close again, her walls fluttering around my fingers. I increased Euphoric Feedback to level 9, burning through my remaining mana reserves.

The effect was immediate. She screamed, her entire body convulsing. Milk sprayed into my mouth so fast I couldn’t swallow it all. It spilled down my chin, over my hand, onto her stomach.

\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 25 points!\]

I curled my fingers inside her, pressing hard against that spot that made her shake. My thumb circled her clit rapidly.

"Jace! I’m cumming again!"

Her second orgasm hit even harder than the first. Her body went rigid, then trembled violently. Her breast released a final jet of milk that I gulped down greedily.

\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 25 points!\]

◆ SESSION COMPLETE ◆

Target: Naomi Love - Silver Rank

Total Consumed: 14 mouthfuls (1.75 cups)

Points Earned: 550 points (first session + normal rate)

Lifespan Gained: +5 days 12 hours

Status Effects:

├─ Target satisfaction: Extremely High

├─ Devotion threshold: 60% → 75%

└─ Ability theft: Failed (only 2 orgasms)

Note: Target will experience Essence Fatigue (Minor) for 12 hours.

Five and a half days. I’d gained five and a half days of life from one extraction session. The relief was so intense I nearly collapsed onto her.

Naomi lay beneath me, completely spent. Both her breasts were now empty, nipples red and glistening with the last drops of milk. Her shorts were around her ankles, legs splayed open, my hand still between them.

I gently removed my fingers and moved to lie beside her. She immediately curled into me, seeking contact.

"That was..." she whispered against my chest.

"I know," I said, stroking her hair. "Thank you."

"Did it help? Did you get what you needed?"

"Five and a half days," I told her. "You just gave me five and a half days of life."

She looked up at me, pink eyes wide. "Really? That much?"

"Really." I checked the timer in my vision. "Forty-one hours plus five and a half days. I have over a week now."

She smiled, genuine happiness lighting her features. "I’m glad."

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. The gesture felt strangely natural, even though I’d never done anything like it before. "We should get dressed. Private Sanctum only has a few minutes left."

Naomi nodded and sat up, wincing slightly. "I feel... different. Tired."

"That’s normal," I explained, helping her find her sports bra. "The extraction takes some of your energy. You’ll feel a little weak for about twelve hours."

"Like a blood donation," she said, pulling the bra over her head.

"Similar concept, yeah."

She stood and pulled up her shorts, then turned to look at me. "Jace?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you need to do this again? When your time runs out?"

I nodded. "Unless I find another solution, yes."

She bit her lip, then said quietly, "You can come to me. If you need to."

The devotion increase to 75% explained a lot. She was already attached to me. Part of me felt like shit about it. The larger, survival-focused part of me was fucking thrilled.

"Thank you, Naomi. That means more than you know."

The room around us flickered, signaling that Private Sanctum was about to end. I checked the interface—fifty-two seconds remaining.

I took Naomi’s hand. "We’ll reappear exactly where we were sitting on the field. It’ll be like no time passed."

She squeezed my hand. "Will anyone know? Can they tell what we did?"

"No one will know unless we tell them."

She nodded, seemingly relieved. "Good."

The room flickered again.

"One more thing," I said quickly. "Your body might... respond to me now. If I touch you, even casually. The extraction creates a kind of bond."

"What kind of bond?"

"Nothing magical or controlling," I assured her. "Just... your body remembers the pleasure. Seeks it out again."

She blushed deeply. "Oh."

"Just so you’re prepared."

"Thank you for telling me."

The countdown reached zero, and Private Sanctum dissolved around us. One moment we were standing in the bedroom, the next we were sitting cross-legged on the East Field grass, exactly where we’d been before.

The sun had barely moved in the sky. To anyone watching, we’d simply been sitting together, perhaps meditating or practicing an ability.

Naomi blinked, looking around as if to confirm we were really back. "That’s incredible," she whispered.

I smiled at her, feeling the weight of my death sentence lightened considerably. Five and a half extra days meant time to find more targets, establish more connections, build a sustainable extraction network.

"You’re incredible," I told her, and meant it.

She blushed again, tucking her hair behind her ear. "What happens now?"

I stood and offered her my hand, pulling her to her feet. "Now we go back to the dorms, get some rest, and figure out how to survive tomorrow."

"Together?" she asked, a note of hope in her voice.

"Of course," I confirmed. "You’re my girl now."