I woke up sitting down.
That wouldn’t be accurate. I didn’t wake up, it was more like my life was a movie and soone finally decided to hit the play button.
A man’s voice echoed across open air, amplified by speakers I couldn’t see. "—and it is with great pride that the International Hunter Coalition welcos the Class of 2044 to San Nicolas Academy."
Hold on...
Where the fuck was I?
My eyes focused on rows of folding chairs in front of . Hundreds of them. Filled with teenagers in identical uniforms with color-coded trim on the shoulders. Red. Blue. Gold. Silver. Bronze.
Beyond the chairs was a stage. Podium. Flags from a dozen different countries hanging limp in the ocean breeze.
Ocean breeze.
I turned my head slowly and took in my surroundings.
Were were outside in a massive amphitheater that was carved into a hillside overlooking the Ocean. The sun was beginning to set behind us, casting long shadows across the amphitheater.
I could sll the salt from the sea breeze and there were seagulls crying in the distance.
"What the—"
My voice ca out alto instead of tenor with a certain rasp to it. That wasn’t my fucking voice.
I looked down.
My hands were on my thighs and they were pale with fingers that looked like sausages.
No calluses. No tan lines from my watch. No tattoo on my left wrist.
These weren’t my hands.
The speaker droned on. "—represent not just your nations, but humanity’s collective will to survive in this new era of—"
I lifted my hands. Turned them over. Flexed the fingers.
Fat. These hands were fat.
I looked down at my body.
Holy shit.
I was wearing the sa black uniform as everyone else, but it fit wrong. Too tight across the stomach. The fabric pulled and bunched at the sides where it couldn’t quite contain the gut underneath. My thighs pressed together, filling the chair.
I could feel the weight. The heaviness. The way my stomach pushed against the waistband of my pants.
This wasn’t my body.
My body was lean. Cut. I’d put in hours at the gym five days a week for the past three years specifically so I wouldn’t look like—
Like this.
"—those who have earned their place through skill and dedication, and those who have been granted the extraordinary opportunity through our lottery program—"
Lottery program.
The words cut through the fog in my brain.
I knew this. I’d read this.
Or skimd it. Yeah. Skimd it while taking a shit one afternoon when I was bored and my phone was at 12% battery.
Hunter Academy: Arica’s Elite.
So nobody author’s crack at the hunter academy genre. Progression fantasy bullshit set in the States instead of Korea for once. The protagonist was a lottery winner. Underdog with a hidden talent. Worked hard, made friends, fell in love with so pure-hearted girl who believed in him.
The book was the definition of mid. You could tell the author had spent most of his adolescent life reading fantasy light novels and manhwas. You could also tell the author hadn’t lived life enough to make any of the romantic scenes fell real.
Especially the sex scenes.
I rembered that specifically. There’d been this one Chapter where the main character finally got together with the girl and the author had written it like he’d never touched a woman in his life.
"Her petals blood beneath his touch."
Who the fuck said that? Nobody. Nobody who’d actually made a woman cum said shit like that.
I’d left a comnt. Sothing like: "Author-nim clearly doesn’t know where the clit is."
Got downvoted to hell. Banned from the comnt section.
Worth it.
And now I was—
A window materialized in front of my face.
Not a window. A glowing screen. Transparent. Floating in midair like soone had ripped a UI elent out of a mobile ga and copy-pasted it into reality.
[WELCO, USER!]
You have successfully transmigrated into the body of JACE MONROE in the world of !
Analyzing host compatibility...
Analyzing soul structure...
ANALYSIS COMPLETE!
Congratulations!You have been granted the DIVINE MILKING SYSTEM!
"You’ve got to be fucking kidding ."
The girl sitting two seats to my left glanced over. Skinny. Asian. Nervous looking. She gave a weird look and then went back to staring at the stage.
DIVINE MILKING SYSTEM - INTERFACE
◆ SYSTEM STATUS ◆
Level: 1
Experience: 0/1000
Remaining Lifespan: 71 Hours 53 Minutes
Points: 0
◆ CORE ABILITIES ◆
⟨ ESSENCE EXTRACTION ⟩
Rank: MAX
Type: Passive
Physical contact with designated targets triggers lactation regardless of biological state. Extracted essence can be harvested and stored. Quality and quantity determined by target’s rank and emotional state.
Required: Skin contact with breasts
⟨ ABILITY THEFT ⟩ Rank: MAX | Passive
By consuming a target’s essence this grants the user access to their primary ability at Copper rank. Permanent until overwritten. Upgradeable via points.
⟨ SNAKE EYES ⟩ Rank: MAX | Active
Direct eye contact reveals target’s bust size and rank, and creates compulsion scaling with existing attraction. Ineffective on targets 2 ranks above user.
⟨ EUPHORIC FEEDBACK ⟩ Rank: MAX | Active
Channeled touch transmits pleasure directly to target’s nervous system. Intensity ranges from subtle warmth to overwhelming ecstasy. Builds tolerance with repeated use.
⟨ PRIVATE SANCTUM ⟩ Rank: Copper | Active
A Pocket dinsion fully customizable by the user. Current capacity: 1 target. Current duration: 30 minutes/day. Resets midnight PST. Upgrade: 500 Points.
⟨ OVERCLOCK ⟩ Rank: Copper | Active
Consu 1 stored cup to elevate one stolen ability up two tiers for 4 minutes.
Cooldown: 6 hours.
⟨ ESSENCE VAULT ⟩ Rank: 1 | Passive
Dinsional storage. Capacity: 3 cups, indefinite freshness. Upgrade: 3 slots per 300 Points.
◆ CURRENT ABILITIES: None.
◆ SYSTEM CHANICS ◆
10 pts/cup consud | 20 pts first extraction | 100 pts = 1 day lifespan
Ability upgrades:
Copper → Bronze 500pts
Bronze → Silver 1,500pts
Silver → Gold 5,000pts
Gold → Platinum 20,000pts
Platinum → Diamond 50,000pts
I read the entire thing three tis just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.
Divine Milking System.
Lifespan: 71 hours 53 minutes.
I was going to die in three days unless I convinced won to let milk them like dairy cows.
"This is the most degenerate incel bullshit I have ever seen in my entire life."
I said it out loud. A few heads turned in my section. I didn’t care.
On stage, the speaker had been replaced by a beautiful woman in a white suit.
She was saying sothing about international cooperation and the future of humanity but I couldn’t focus on her words because there was a fucking death tir floating in front of my face.
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