Divine Milking System-Chapter 80 | Apparently He’s a Walking Dairy Farm

"It’s not a theory." Belle stood up. Crossed her arms. "I’ve been watching you both all day. The way you move together. The way she looks at you when you’re not paying attention. The hickey on her neck that you pretended not to notice when I pointed it out."

She walked over to where Naomi stood by the door.

Stopped right in front of her.

"He gave you a buff," Belle said. "A real one. Not just nerve stimulation. Something that actually enhanced your ability for an entire day."

Naomi couldn’t look away.

Belle’s amber-brown eyes were too sharp. Too focused.

"How," Belle asked.

"I can’t tell you."

"Can’t or won’t."

"Both."

Belle studied her face. "Does it hurt?"

The question caught Naomi off guard. "What?"

"Whatever he does to give you the buff. Does it hurt."

"No," Naomi said. "It doesn’t hurt."

"Does it feel good."

Naomi’s entire body went hot. "That’s not your business."

"So yes." Belle turned back to Jace. "And you can’t do the same thing for me because?"

"Different requirements," Jace said.

"What requirements."

"Personal ones."

Belle laughed. Short and sharp. "You’re sleeping with her. That’s the requirement. The ability enhancement comes from sex."

Naomi wanted to melt through the floor.

Jace leaned back in the desk chair. His amber eyes remained unreadable. "That’s reductive."

"But accurate."

"Partially."

"Which part am I missing."

He was quiet for a long moment.

Naomi held her breath.

This was it. The moment where everything either held together or collapsed completely.

"The enhancement requires essence transfer," Jace said finally. "Physical intimacy is part of the process but not the entire mechanism."

Belle processed this. "Essence transfer. Like mana exchange?"

"Similar principle."

"And Naomi agreed to this."

"Obviously," Naomi said. Her voice came out sharper than intended. "I’m standing right here. I can speak for myself."

Belle held up both hands. "I’m not judging. I’m clarifying."

"Why."

"Because if you’re getting a full rank buff for twenty-four hours from sleeping with him then I want to know the actual cost-benefit ratio before I decide if it’s worth it."

The words hit Naomi like cold water.

Belle was considering it.

Actually considering having sex with Jace in exchange for ability enhancement.

The rational transactional part of Belle that evaluated everything through the lens of maximum return was already running calculations.

"No," Naomi said.

Belle looked at her. "No?"

"No. You’re not doing this with him."

"That’s not your decision."

"He’s my boyfriend."

"Who you just admitted gives you ability buffs through sex. Which sounds less like boyfriend and more like symbiotic relationship with benefits."

Naomi’s hands curled into fists. "It’s not like that."

"Then what’s it like."

"It’s complicated."

"You keep saying that." Belle’s expression softened slightly. "Look. I’m not trying to steal him. But if there’s a way to get stronger that doesn’t involve me dying in a gate because my ability is completely useless in combat then I need to know about it."

She turned to Jace. "Is it exclusive? The essence transfer. Can you only do it with one person or is it something you can do with multiple partners?"

Jace met her gaze. "Multiple."

Belle nodded. "And Naomi knows this."

"Yes."

"And she agreed anyway."

"Yes."

Belle looked back at Naomi. "Why."

Because he was dying. Because he had three days to live when they met and she was the only person who could help him. Because she fell for him when he was nobody and now she couldn’t imagine letting him go even if it meant sharing.

But Naomi couldn’t say any of that.

Not to Belle.

Not out loud.

"Because I want to," Naomi said quietly.

Belle studied her face for a long moment. Then she walked back to the bed and sat down.

"Okay," she said. "I have conditions."

Jace raised an eyebrow. "You’re negotiating."

"Always." Belle counted on her fingers. "One. I need to know exactly what the process involves before I agree to anything. Two. I want confirmation that the buff is real and measurable. Three. This stays between us. Nobody else outside of our circle finds out."

"Agreed," Jace said.

"Four. If I do this, I’m not your girlfriend. This is a business arrangement. You give me buffs, I give you access to better loot detection. Clean transaction."

Naomi’s chest tightened.

That should have made it better. Should have made it easier.

Belle wasn’t trying to take Jace from her. Just trying to survive.

But hearing Belle reduce it to pure transaction while Naomi stood there knowing exactly how not-transactional it felt made everything worse.

"Five," Belle continued. "Naomi gets veto power. If she says no at any point, the arrangement ends. No arguments."

Jace looked at Naomi. "That acceptable to you?"

Naomi wanted to scream.

Wanted to say no and drag Jace out of this room and never let Belle or anyone else near him.

But she’d known this was coming.

Jace had told her the first night. He needed multiple sources to survive. One person couldn’t provide enough essence to keep him alive long-term.

Naomi was always going to have to share.

She just didn’t think it would happen this fast.

Or hurt this much.

"Yes," Naomi heard herself say.

The word tasted like ash.

Belle smiled. Not her performed smile. Her real one. "Good. So. Walk me through it. What exactly happens during essence transfer."

Jace glanced at Naomi.

Naomi looked away.

This was his mess. He could explain it.

"The process requires physical intimacy," Jace said. "Specifically contact with breast tissue. My ability triggers lactation and I extract essence through consumption."

Belle blinked. "You’re telling me you drink breast milk."

"Yes."

"And that gives people ability buffs." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"The buff comes from the essence. The milk is the delivery mechanism."

Belle was quiet for exactly three seconds.

Then she started laughing.

Actually laughing.

Deep belly laughs that made her double over on the bed.

"Oh my god," she gasped between laughs. "Oh my god. You have a milking ability. You’re a walking dairy farm."

"That’s reductive," Jace said again.

"That’s hilarious." Belle wiped her eyes. "Does it work on anyone?"

"Any woman with sufficient essence quality."

"And mine is?"

"Bronze tier."

Belle’s laughter died. "Bronze. That’s it?"

"You’re a first year lottery winner. Bronze is normal."

"But Naomi is Silver."

"Yes."

Belle looked at Naomi. Something complicated crossed her face. "So you get better buffs than I would."

"Yes," Jace said.

"How much better."

"Approximately two and a half times more effective per session."

Belle absorbed this. "But Bronze is still worth something."

"Eighty points per full extraction. One hundred sixty on first session."

"Points for what."

"Life extension."

The room went quiet.

Belle stared at him. "What."

"The essence extends my lifespan. I need regular extraction sessions to survive."

"How often."

"Depends on the session quality. Naomi gave me four days from our first extraction."

Belle’s expression shifted. "You’re telling me you’re dying."

"Without essence, yes."

"And Naomi knew this."

"Yes."

Belle looked at Naomi again. Her eyes held something new. Understanding maybe. Or respect.

"Okay," Belle said quietly. "That changes things."

She stood up. Walked to where Naomi stood by the door.

Stopped right in front of her.

"I’m sorry," Belle said. "For making this harder. But I need this. Not for rankings or points or any of that. I need to be strong enough that I don’t die in a gate next month when they send us into real combat situations."

Naomi’s throat was tight. "I know."

"And you’re okay with this? Really?"

"No," Naomi admitted. "But I understand why it has to happen."

Belle nodded. "Thank you."

She turned back to Jace. "When do we start."