Divine Milking System-Chapter 60 | Misato Wants to See My Technique, but It’s Rated R-18
We broke into our assigned groups. Naomi walked beside me toward station three, her arms wrapped around herself despite the warming morning.
"How are you feeling?" I asked quietly.
"Good," she said. "Really good. Whatever that... essence thing did, I feel stronger today. Like my muscles respond faster."
"Gold-tier buff," I said. "Lasts about twenty-four hours."
We reached the targets—a series of hay bales set up at increasing distances, from ten meters to fifty.
Naomi took position at the starting line. "So how exactly does your ability help me?"
"You’ll fire until you start feeling the burn. When your muscles scream, I touch you and take away the pain signals. You keep firing."
"So I can push past my normal limits," she said, the idea clicking into place for her. "That’s... actually really smart training."
"I have my moments."
She smiled at that, quick and small, a little surprised by it, before turning to face the line of targets. She raised her palm outward, and blue-white energy materialized above it, spinning into a tight spiral that grew from marble-sized to baseball-sized in the span of a few seconds. The energy hummed as it built, the air around her palm vibrating with the pressure of it.
Naomi thrust her hand forward, and the spiral launched toward the first hay bale with a thundercrack. Straw exploded outward in every direction and rained down on the grass.
"Nice!" I called.
She was already forming the next one, not pausing to admire her work. This spiral flew even faster than the first, straight and tight, striking the second target with enough force to send the whole bale skidding backward several feet.
She kept firing after that, one after another, each shot demanding noticeably more concentration than the last. By the sixth, sweat was beading along her forehead and above her lip. By the eighth, her arm was shaking at the elbow.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Starting to burn," she said, her jaw tight. "My shoulders and back, mostly. Like lifting weights that get heavier with every rep."
I moved closer and placed my hand on her shoulder, activating Euphoric Feedback at level three. Just enough to intercept pain signals at the nerve level without bleeding into anything else.
Naomi’s eyes went wide. "That’s... wow. The fatigue is still there, but the pain is just... gone."
"Keep going."
She fired three more shots in rapid succession. With the pain blocked, her form was visibly cleaner than before, her spirals tighter and more controlled, each one cutting through the air without the wobble that had been creeping into her later shots.
Across the field, Misato was running Jordan through some kind of coordination drill. His shadow had stretched out in four directions at once, pinning three training dummies to the grass at unnatural angles while he sat cross-legged on the ground looking half-asleep. Belle watched from a bench nearby, tablet balanced on one knee, occasionally typing something before her attention drifted back to us. She was pretending to take notes, but her eyes were doing the actual work.
Naomi’s thirteenth spiral formed slower than the rest. It launched, traveled maybe thirty meters, and came apart before reaching the target.
"I think I’m hitting my limit," she said, breathing hard through her nose. "Even without the pain, there’s something underneath it. My body knows it’s empty."
I shifted my hand from her shoulder up to the back of her neck, fingers slipping beneath her braid to press against warm skin. I nudged Euphoric Feedback up to level four. Still targeting pain suppression primarily, but with enough pleasure layered under it to give her nervous system something to chase instead of retreat from.
"Oh," she said, very quietly. Her posture straightened. "That’s different from before."
"Slightly different setting," I said. "Two more shots."
She gave one short nod and turned back to the range. Her fourteenth spiral formed faster than her thirteenth had, launching clean and straight toward the farthest hay bale and hitting it square in the center. The fifteenth came right behind it, striking the same target low and igniting the dry straw in a slow-spreading burn.
She lowered her arm and stood there breathing in long, deliberate pulls, shoulders rising and falling. But she was smiling, a tired, genuine thing.
"Fifteen," I said. "What was the record before today?"
"Eleven," she admitted. "And those last two or three were usually pretty weak. More like suggestions than actual shots."
I cut the ability off. The effect dropped immediately, and Naomi flinched, a short, sharp sound escaping her as the suppressed signals all came back at once.
"Ow," she muttered, rolling her shoulder slowly. "That’s going to be awful tomorrow."
"Worth it, though?"
She looked at the smoking hay bale fifty meters away. "Definitely worth it."
Belle jogged over, tablet in hand. "Fifteen shots, four minutes sustained activity, final distance fifty meters." She looked at Naomi with new respect. "That’s impressive, Love."
Naomi rubbed her shoulder. "Couldn’t have done it without Jace’s ability."
Belle’s gaze shifted to me, calculating. "Interesting synergy. I’m curious what else you two can do together."
I kept my face neutral, though inside I was laughing. If she only knew.
"Monroe!" Misato’s voice cut through the field. "Let’s see this ability of yours in action. I want to observe the technique."
Great. Now I had to give a live demonstration of Euphoric Feedback without turning it into a public sex show.
"Coming," I called back, shooting Naomi a look that said we’d talk later.
As I jogged across the field toward Misato, I could feel Belle’s eyes tracking me. She wasn’t buying my sanitized explanation. The girl was too smart for that—she knew something was off.
I’d have to be more careful. Or bring her into the fold sooner than planned.
Either way, the clock was ticking. I had Wave Motion now, Naomi was in my pocket, and my stats were climbing. But I needed more. Six days might sound like plenty of time, but I knew better.
In this academy, things could change in an instant.
