Divine Milking System-Chapter 36 | Two Out Of Three Orgasms Is A Failing Grade In This System

Chapter 36: 36 | Two Out Of Three Orgasms Is A Failing Grade In This System

She turned and walked back toward her bedroom. The basketball shorts rode up slightly with each step, revealing more of her legs than I’d seen before. Long, lean, athletic muscle that came from years of training with weapons and body conditioning.

I looked away before she noticed where my eyes had gone.

The door to her room clicked shut.

I stood in the kitchen holding my contraband cheese stick and overpriced sports drink, James Brown lyrics still echoing in my head, and tried to process what the hell just happened.

Hikaru had seen me dancing. Singing. Actively celebrating in the least dignified way possible.

And her response had been to charge me market rate for stolen food.

I finished the cheese stick. Drained the sports drink. Tossed both in the recycling bin that Hikaru had labeled "RECYCLABLES" in neat block letters, because of course she had.

Then I pulled up the system interface again and actually read through the full session report from Naomi.

◆ EXTRACTION EVENT COMPLETE ◆

Target: Naomi Love

Rank: Silver

Session Duration: 42 minutes

Orgasms Delivered: 2

Total Essence Extracted: 1.75 cups

POINTS EARNED:

├─ First Session: 400 pts (8 mouthfuls × 50 pts, first extraction bonus)

├─ Second Session: 150 pts (6 mouthfuls × 25 pts)

└─ TOTAL: 550 points

LIFESPAN GAINED: +5 days 12 hours

TARGET STATUS CHANGES:

├─ Attraction: 34% → 78%

├─ Devotion: 0% → 75%

└─ Bond Established: [Romantic Partner - Primary]

STATUS EFFECTS APPLIED TO TARGET:

├─ [Essence Fatigue - Minor] Duration: 12 hours

├─ Physical Performance: 85% effectiveness

└─ Increased sensitivity to User’s touch

ABILITY THEFT FAILED: 2/3 orgasms

I read that last line three times.

Two out of three.

I’d been so focused on the extraction itself that I’d completely forgotten about the ability theft mechanic. Three orgasms in a single session unlocked the target’s ability permanently, adding it to my library regardless of whether I had an active slot for it.

Naomi had two abilities that I knew of. Wave Motion was her primary, the stamina-conversion energy blast thing she’d demonstrated earlier. But the novel had mentioned she’d awaken a secondary ability during second year, something defensive that complemented her offensive power.

If I could steal Wave Motion now, before she even developed the second ability, I’d have a legitimate combat option that didn’t rely on me touching someone’s tits in the middle of a fight.

I imagined activating Essence Extraction during a dungeon raid. I almost laughed.

Boss monsters rarely pause for foreplay.

Which meant I needed to get Naomi to three orgasms next time. Shouldn’t be hard, given how responsive she’d been tonight. The girl had been climbing the walls by the time I’d gotten to intensity level eight, and that was before I’d even started the extraction process.

Next session, I’d plan for it. Take my time. Make sure she got what she needed while I secured the ability.

Win-win.

My phone buzzed.

I checked the screen. Group chat notification. Belle had sent a message to the lottery crew.

Belle: anyone else completely dead rn or just me

Marc: Dead. So dead. I can’t feel my legs.

Jordan: Functionally deceased. Garrett’s a sadist.

Naomi: I’m okay! A little tired but nothing too bad.

Jace: survived. barely. might sleep for 16 hours.

Belle: weak

Jace: you’re not wrong

Darius: Breakfast tomorrow? Same table?

Marc: Yes. I need eggs. Many eggs.

Khalil: I’m sleeping until 7:55 and running to class. No breakfast.

Jordan: That’s a terrible life choice but I respect the commitment.

Naomi: I’ll be there! See everyone in the morning!

I locked my phone and headed toward my bedroom. The euphoria from earlier was starting to fade, replaced by the bone-deep exhaustion that came from burning through forty-two minutes of sustained mana usage.

Euphoric Feedback wasn’t expensive on a per-minute basis, but keeping it active that long while also managing intensity levels and monitoring Naomi’s responses had required constant focus. My Magic stat might be D-rank, but I’d definitely pushed it tonight.

I changed into basketball shorts and collapsed onto my bed without bothering with a shirt.

The system interface hovered in my vision, waiting.

I pulled up my stats.

◆ DIVINE MILKING SYSTEM ◆

│ JACE MONROE

│ Height: 5’9" │ Weight: 240 lbs

│ Age: 18 │ House: Obsidian

SYSTEM STATUS

├─ Level: 1

├─ Experience: 0/1000

├─ Lifespan: 7D 4H 6M

└─ Points: 550

PHYSICAL STATS

├─ Strength [E] ▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱ (2/10)

├─ Endurance [E] ▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱ (4/10)

├─ Agility [E] ▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱ (1/10)

├─ Perception [D] ▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱ (3/10)

└─ Magic [D] ▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱ (4/10)

SOCIAL STATS

├─ Charisma [E] ▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱ (2/10)

└─ Technique [C] ▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱ (6/10)

Real progress on Endurance. Four segments after a single day of actual training. The run had been brutal, but the system had rewarded the effort.

Strength had ticked up slightly too, probably from the pull-ups and push-ups.

Everything else stayed flat.

I needed to start systematically grinding these stats if I wanted to survive the monthly evaluations. Garrett had made it clear that bottom performers got nothing, and I was currently competing with guild kids who’d been training since they could walk.

But that was tomorrow’s problem.

Tonight, I had seven days on the clock and a cheese stick in my stomach that I’d successfully stolen from the most dangerous person in my immediate vicinity.

I called that a win.

My phone buzzed one more time. Private message, not the group chat.

Naomi: Thank you for tonight. I mean it.

I stared at the message for a solid ten seconds.

Then I typed back.

Jace: thank you for trusting me. sleep well.

Naomi: You too. Good night, Jace.

I set the phone on the nightstand, face-down.

The ceiling was white and boring and completely unremarkable. I stared at it anyway, because my brain was still processing the fact that I’d gone from seventy-two hours to live to a full week in the span of a single evening.

Naomi’s face flashed through my mind. The way she’d looked up at me when I’d first touched her breast, eyes wide and scared and trusting all at once. The way her body had responded when the milk started flowing, arching into my touch like she couldn’t help herself.

The way she’d smiled when I’d kissed her forehead.

That last part kept replaying.

I hadn’t planned the forehead kiss. It had just happened, an impulse I couldn’t explain, and the look on her face afterward had done something weird to my chest that I was choosing not to examine too closely.

She’d asked if she was my girl.

I’d said yes.

And then immediately told her I needed to extract from other women to survive, which was the truth but also possibly the worst relationship conversation in human history.

Naomi deserved better than this.

She deserved a guy who could take her on actual dates and buy her flowers and not require supernatural lactation to avoid death.

Instead she got me.

A transmigrated asshole with a divine milking system and approximately six days to find more targets before the clock ran out again.

I closed my eyes.

Sleep came faster than expected, dragging me under before I could finish the thought.