Divine Milking System Chapter 30 | The Truth Is A Hard Sell

"I know it’s weird," I said, watching Naomi back away from . "But I swear it’s safe."

Her pink eyes darted around the room, searching for doors, windows, any exit at all. The cityscape beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows was nothing but a projection, and we both knew it.

"Take back. Right now." Her voice trembled with barely controlled panic.

I checked the tir floating in the corner of my vision. Twenty-eight minutes of Private Sanctum remaining. Fuck.

"Naomi, I understand this is scary—"

"Scary?" She laughed, high and shrill. "You just teleported us into so... pocket dinsion without warning! What even is this place? Where are we actually?"

"We’re still on the field. Physically, our bodies haven’t moved."

"That’s impossible." She shook her head. "That would be a space manipulation ability. Those are S-rank. Elite Ten level."

"I know."

"You’re a lottery admission! You can’t have—"

"I know what I am." I stepped toward her, hands raised to show I ant no harm. "Naomi, please. I didn’t bring you here to hurt you."

She backed up until her legs hit the bed. "Then why? Why show this?"

Good fucking question. Why had I jumped straight to Private Sanctum? The smart play would have been another Euphoric Feedback session, work up to extraction. But no, I had to go full creeper and drag her into my pocket dinsion.

Twenty-seven minutes left.

"I need your help," I said finally. "And I don’t have much ti."

"Ti for what?" Her eyes narrowed. "What exactly do you want from ?"

That was the million-point question. I wanted her essence. I wanted the four days of life extension her Silver-tier milk would give . I wanted her ability if I could manage three orgasms in one session.

But I couldn’t just say that.

Could I?

Fuck it. Maybe the truth was the best option. A heavily edited version, anyway.

"I’m dying, Naomi."

Her face transford instantly. "What do you an?"

"I an I have less than two days to live unless I can find a way to extend my tir."

She stared at , pink eyes wide. "I don’t understand."

"My ability isn’t just Euphoric Feedback and Private Sanctum. Those are just... tools." I rubbed my face. "The whole package is called Pleasure Plunderer."

"Pleasure... Plunder..." Her voice trailed off, the words clearly making no sense to her.

"It gives special powers, but they co at a cost. I have a death tir counting down in my head right now." I tapped my temple. "I’ll die when it hits zero unless I can extract essence from won."

Her mouth opened, closed, opened again. "Extract... essence? What does that even an?"

Twenty-five minutes.

"It ans exactly what it sounds like. My ability induces lactation in won. I drink their milk and it extends my lifespan."

I watched her face cycle through confusion, disbelief, disgust, and then finally settle on anger.

"Is this so kind of sick joke?" She stood straight, hands clenched. "You brought to your weird sex dungeon dinsion to tell you need to drink breast milk to survive? Do I look stupid to you?"

"No, you look like soone who could save my life." I stepped closer. "I know how this sounds. But I’m not lying. Look."

I projected my system interface into the air between us.

◆ DIVINE MILKING SYSTEM ◆

JACE MONROE

Lifespan: 45h 43m

The glowing blue text hung in the air like an accusation. Naomi stared at it, then at .

"This is... real?" Her voice had gone small.

"Very real. And very stupid. Trust , I’m not thrilled about it either."

She reached out to touch the floating text, her fingers passing through it. "You really are dying."

"Unless I extract essence from a woman, yes." I let the interface fade. "That’s why I brought you here. Private Sanctum gives us total privacy. No one can see in, no one can interrupt. It’s the only safe place I can do this."

"Do what, exactly?" Wariness returned to her voice.

"Extract essence. Through..." I gestured vaguely at her chest.

Naomi’s hands moved automatically to cover herself, even though she was fully clothed in her sports bra and shorts. "You want to... milk ? Like a cow?"

I winced at her phrasing. "I wouldn’t put it like that."

"How would you put it, then?" The anger was back.

"I’d say I need your help to survive, and this is the only way the system allows it."

She looked away, arms still crossed protectively over her chest. "And that’s why you used your other ability on ? To get ... what? Turned on enough to agree?"

Shit. She was sharp.

"Partially," I admitted. No point lying now. "But also to show you what I can do for you in return."

Her eyes shot back to mine. "What?"

"My ability isn’t just taking. When I use Euphoric Feedback during extraction, it feels good. Really good. Like level nine, but better."

Twenty-two minutes.

Her cheeks flushed at the reminder of what level nine had felt like. "So you’re offering ... what? Orgasms in exchange for drinking my milk?"

"When you put it like that, it sounds ridiculous."

"It is ridiculous!" She threw her hands up. "This whole situation is ridiculous! We were just practicing abilities on the field and now we’re in so fake apartnt and you’re telling you need to suck on my breasts or you’ll die! How am I supposed to react?"

I ran a hand through my hair. "Look, I know it’s a lot. But I’m being honest with you. That’s worth sothing, right?"