Divine Milking System-Chapter 28 | Wave Motion Drains Her Stamina So I Can Refill It With Euphoria

Chapter 28: 28 | Wave Motion Drains Her Stamina So I Can Refill It With Euphoria

I sat on the grass with my eyes closed, legs crossed, feeling the soft blades against my palms. It was 6:55 PM according to my internal death clock - which now stood at forty-six hours and twenty-two minutes.

Five minutes until Naomi arrived. Five minutes to prepare mentally for what needed to happen.

The East Field was empty except for me. Perfect. The sunset painted the California sky in oranges and pinks, casting long shadows across the training area. I’d picked this spot deliberately - public enough that she’d feel safe, private enough that nobody would interrupt us.

I could do this shit. I had this. My first real chance to take control of this new life instead of just reacting.

Naomi already liked me. Thirty-four percent attraction without me trying was a solid foundation. I just needed to land the plan and drink her milk...

"Jace?"

I opened my eyes and immediately forgot how to breathe.

Naomi stood five feet away wearing a black sports bra that hugged her curves perfectly, showing off shoulders toned from years of hauling fishing nets and a chest that strained against the fabric.

Her flat stomach led to black athletic shorts that clung to her hips. Her legs looked impossibly long, thighs pressed together when she stood straight but revealing the smallest gap just beneath where they met.

The sunset caught her pink-and-black striped hair, making it glow like something from another world.

"Is this spot okay?" she asked, misinterpreting my silence. "I saw you sitting here from the path and-"

"Perfect spot." I stood up quickly, adjusting my stance to hide my reaction to her outfit. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course!" She smiled, setting down a small gym bag. "You wanted to practice abilities, right? What should we do first?"

I gestured toward her. "Let’s start with yours. Only fair we help with your ability first."

Her smile faltered. "Oh. You don’t have to. My ability isn’t much use for combat training."

"Show me anyway. I want to see."

Naomi bit her lip, then nodded. "Okay. Stand back a little?"

I took three steps backward. Naomi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and held her hands out, palms facing the sky. For a second, nothing happened.

Then her hands began to glow with spiraling energy - bright blue-white waves that twisted around her fingers like living light.

"I call it Wave Motion," she said quietly. "It converts my stamina into energy."

The glow intensified, expanding outward from her palms until she held two basketball-sized spheres of swirling energy. Her pink eyes opened, now glowing with the same blue-white light.

"Watch," she whispered.

Naomi turned toward the treeline about fifty yards away, brought her hands together, and the energy combined into a single pulsing mass. She thrust her palms forward, and holy shit.

A beam of concentrated spiral energy shot from her hands, tearing across the field and smashing into the base of a tree with explosive force. The trunk splintered with a thunderous crack, and the tree toppled sideways into its neighbor.

My jaw dropped. "Holy fuck."

Naomi lowered her hands, the glow fading. She looked embarrassed. "That was just a small burst. I can do a lot more, but..."

"But what? That was incredible."

She sighed, shoulders slumping. "The drawback is stamina dependence. Everything I fire comes directly from my physical energy. That little demonstration? I’m already tired. If I do three or four big blasts in a real fight, I collapse."

I studied her face. She wasn’t exaggerating - her skin had paled slightly, and her breathing was quicker.

"So you need to get stronger," I said.

"Way stronger." Naomi nodded, frustration evident in her voice. "My ability is great for burst damage, but in extended combat, I’m useless after the first minute. It’s why I’ve been training so hard, but..."

"But progress is slow," I finished.

"Exactly."

The System’s overlay appeared in my vision as I looked at her:

Naomi Love

Measurements: 36D-27-38

Rank: Silver

Current Attraction: 42%

Silver-tier essence was worth 25 points per cup normally, 50 on first extraction. A single full session with Naomi could net me 400 points - four days of life. And her ability was legitimately powerful, worth stealing if I ever got her to that point.

Plus, her attraction had climbed three percentage points since lunch. Without me doing anything except existing near her.

This was going to work.

"My turn," I said, stepping forward. "My ability is... well, it’s weird. Hard to explain. Easier to demonstrate."

Naomi tucked a strand of pink-striped hair behind her ear. "What’s it called?"

I hesitated. "Euphoric Feedback."

"That sounds... interesting?"

"It’s a touch-based ability. I can transmit... sensations directly to your nervous system." I kept my explanation vague but not misleading. "It has applications for both combat and healing."

Naomi’s eyes widened slightly. "So you can make people feel things? Like pain?"

"Or its opposite," I said carefully. "I can dampen pain signals, enhance positive sensations, create numbing effects. Useful for battlefield first aid."

Not a complete lie. Just extremely selective truth.

"That actually sounds really practical," she said, looking impressed. "How does it work?"

"I need to make physical contact. May I?" I held out my hand.

Naomi hesitated for just a second before placing her palm against mine.

Her skin was warm and slightly calloused from years of physical labor. I focused on activating Euphoric Feedback at the lowest setting - intensity level 2. Just enough for her to feel a pleasant warmth spreading from our point of contact.

"Oh," she said softly, eyes widening. "That’s... nice."

I increased it gradually to level 3, and her fingers twitched against mine.

"It’s like... warmth? But more than that." Her cheeks flushed slightly. "Like a really good hot chocolate on a cold day, but the feeling is in my hand." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"That’s the idea. I can adjust the intensity and the type of sensation." I pulled my hand away, cutting the connection. "In combat, I could make an enemy’s arm go numb. Or I could help an injured teammate by blocking their pain temporarily."

Total bullshit about the combat applications, but I needed a cover story that sounded plausible. And technically, I could make an enemy’s arm go numb... by making them feel so good they lost motor function.

"That’s amazing," Naomi said, looking at her hand where the sensation had been. "And you said you’re behind in training? That seemed pretty controlled to me."

"What you just felt was intensity level three out of ten," I explained. "I have trouble maintaining anything above six for more than a few seconds. And my range is limited to direct contact."

Naomi nodded thoughtfully. "So you need practice holding higher intensities for longer periods?"

"Exactly."

"Well," she squared her shoulders, "I can help with that. What do you need me to do?"

I glanced around the field. Still empty. Perfect.

"The training exercise is simple. I need to maintain contact and gradually increase intensity while you tell me what you’re feeling. If it becomes uncomfortable at any point, just say so and I’ll stop immediately."

Naomi nodded seriously. "I can do that."

"Let’s sit," I suggested, lowering myself back to the grass. "It’ll be easier to maintain contact."

She sat cross-legged in front of me, knees almost touching mine. This close, I could see the faint freckles across her nose, smell the light floral scent of her shampoo. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, the black sports bra containing but not hiding her curves.

"Ready?" I asked.

She nodded, holding out her hands.