Divine Milking System-Chapter 52 | Wave Motion Acquired! Now to Test the Motion of the Ocean in My Sanctum
◆ ABILITY THEFT COMPLETE ◆
Target: Naomi Love (Silver Rank)
Ability Stolen: [Wave Motion] - Copper Rank
Starting Stats: Converts stamina into spiral energy projectiles. Flight capability unlocked. High burst damage potential.
LIBRARY UPDATED: Total Abilities: 0 → 1
Available Slots: 3/3 (empty)
[Wave Motion] ready to equip.
Equip now? [YES] / [NO]
I mentally selected YES without hesitation.
The ability slotted into place. I felt it settle into my chest, this new weight that hadn’t existed a second ago. Information flooded my brain. How to activate it. How to control the output. How to channel stamina into the spiral formation.
I could fly now.
I could shoot energy blasts.
All at Copper rank, sure, but it was mine. Permanently. Even if I never touched Naomi again, I’d have this ability forever.
The sexual training multiplier had kicked in somewhere around orgasm two, and I could feel the stats climbing in real time, each increment registering like a quiet click behind my eyes.
Technique [C] ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱ (7/10)
Endurance [E] ▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱ (5/10)
Real progress. The kind that didn’t disappear when the session ended. Limit Breaker working exactly the way the system promised it would, converting every minute of this into something permanent and compounding.
And then the devotion notification. Naomi’s score had hit 89% and stopped climbing, which the system flagged as a romantic bond fully established. The highest tier the system tracked before it simply read maxed. She wasn’t just a target anymore, not in the cold transactional sense. The system recognized what was there.
I looked down at her.
She was still breathing hard, her eyes closed, her body limp against the sheets. A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin. Her thighs were still trembling faintly.
She looked thoroughly used.
And we weren’t done yet.
I shifted my weight, moving up the bed until I was kneeling between her legs. My hands found the waistband of my shorts.
Naomi’s eyes opened. Tracked the movement.
"You," she said, voice hoarse, "are going to actually kill me."
"You’ll survive."
"I’m not— haah— I’m not convinced."
I pulled my shorts down. Kicked them off somewhere. My dick was painfully hard, had been for the last twenty minutes, and the relief of finally being free from the fabric was genuinely embarrassing.
Naomi stared.
Her eyes went wide. Her lips parted.
"That’s—" She swallowed. "That’s going inside me."
"Yeah."
"All of it."
"That’s generally how this works."
"Jace." Her voice cracked. "I’m a virgin."
"I know."
"I know you know, I’m just— reminding you— in case you forgot in the last—" She gestured vaguely at the space between us. "In the last however long that was."
I leaned down. Braced my hands on either side of her head. Looked her directly in the eyes.
"You told me to keep going," I said. "You want me to stop?"
She stared up at me. Her chest rose and fell against mine. Her legs were still spread on either side of my hips.
"No," she whispered.
"Then trust me."
Something shifted in her expression. The fear smoothed out. Not gone. Just set aside.
"I do," she said.
My chest did something weird. I ignored it.
I kissed her instead. Slow and deep. Let her taste herself on my tongue. She made this soft sound into my mouth and kissed me back, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders.
When I pulled away, her eyes were clearer. Still nervous. But steady.
"I’m going slow," I said.
"Okay."
"Tell me if it hurts."
"I will."
"And breathe."
"I’m breathing."
"You’re holding your breath right now."
She exhaled. "Fine. I’m breathing now."
I reached down between us. Lined myself up. The head of my dick pressed against her entrance and she tensed immediately.
"Naomi."
"I know. I’m just—" She pulled in another breath. "Okay. I’m ready."
I pushed in. Slowly. Just the tip at first.
Tight.
Holy shit she was tight.
My brain went offline for a second. Every nerve ending in my dick fired at once. The warmth. The pressure. The way her body resisted and then yielded, inch by inch.
Naomi’s nails dug into my shoulders.
"Ah—"
"You okay?"
"It’s— nn— it’s a lot—"
"Want me to stop?"
"No." She shook her head rapidly. "No. Keep going. Just— slow."
I pushed in another inch. Her breathing went shallow. Her thighs tensed around my hips.
"Breathe," I reminded her.
She sucked in air through her teeth. "Haah— I’m trying—"
Halfway in. Her body adjusted. The resistance eased slightly. I paused, giving her time, watching her face for any sign I needed to pull back.
She looked up at me with those wide pink eyes, her expression somewhere between overwhelmed and determined.
"More," she said.
I gave her more.
Another inch. Then another.
And then I was fully seated inside her, and Naomi made this broken sound that was half-gasp, half-moan, and her entire body went taut beneath me.
"Haaaah—"
I stayed still. Let her adjust. My brain was screaming at me to move, to take, to claim, but I held the position and focused on her instead.
Her breathing evened out after a few seconds. The tension in her shoulders relaxed. Her hands on my shoulders loosened their grip.
"Okay," she whispered. "Okay. I’m— I’m okay."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "You can— you can move."
I pulled back. Slowly. Just a few inches. Then pushed back in.
Schlck.
"Nn—"
Again. A little faster. Building a rhythm.
Naomi’s head fell back against the pillow. Her hands slid down my back, nails dragging lightly across my skin.
"Ah— ah—"
I leaned down. Caught her mouth with mine. Kissed her while I kept moving, and she kissed me back desperately, her tongue meeting mine, her body arching up to meet each thrust.
The sanctum light painted everything silver. The fake moon hung massive in the false sky outside the windows. The sheets rustled beneath us. Naomi’s moans filled the space between kisses.
Schlck— schlck— schlck—
"Jace— haah— Jace—"
I was losing track of time. Didn’t care. This was better than anything I remembered from my old life. Better than any extraction. Better than the stats or the points or the abilities.
This was connection.
Real and raw and—
A notification flashed red in my peripheral vision that I ignored.
◆ SANCTUM TIME WARNING ◆
1 minute remaining
Auto-ejection countdown initiated
