Divine Milking System-Chapter 83 | A Bronze-Tier Treasure, Served Warm

Holy shit. This was actually happening.

Belle’s bare chest rose and fell in front of me. Her skin was tan and smooth. Her nipples were already hard. A single drop of milk beaded at the tip of her right breast.

Her amber-brown eyes watched me with a mixture of terror and anticipation that made my pulse kick up.

I leaned forward. My hands cupped her breasts. The weight felt different from Naomi’s. Fuller. Heavier. Belle’s 38DD chest filled my palms completely.

"Thanks for the meal," I said.

Belle’s eyes went wide. "Did you just—"

I sealed my lips around her nipple and sucked. Hard.

The milk hit my tongue immediately.

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

The taste was different from Naomi’s. Where Naomi’s milk carried notes of vanilla cream and sweetness, Belle’s tasted richer. Almost buttery. Like drinking liquid gold with a hint of caramel underneath.

My eyes closed. I pulled harder. The milk flowed faster now. Warm and thick against my tongue.

Belle made a sound. High and startled. Her fingers found my hair.

I activated Euphoric Feedback at level seven. The pleasure amplifier kicked in instantly. Belle’s entire body went rigid beneath me.

"Oh fuck," she gasped.

I kept drinking. The milk came in steady streams now. Each swallow added twenty points to my total. My lifespan counter ticked upward with every mouthful.

Belle’s milk was more bountiful than Naomi’s. Way more. The flow didn’t slow down or taper off. It just kept coming. My mouth filled faster than I could swallow.

Was it because her breasts were bigger?

Probably. More tissue. More production capacity. Basic biology filtered through supernatural bullshit.

Belle’s breathing got ragged. Her chest heaved under my mouth. I could feel her pulse hammering through her skin.

"Jace," she whispered. "That feels—"

I sucked harder. Cupped her other breast with my free hand. Squeezed gently.

More milk leaked from her untouched nipple. Ran down the curve of her breast in thin white streams.

Can’t waste that.

I switched sides. Caught the leaked milk with my tongue first. Licked a slow stripe from the underside of her breast up to her nipple.

Belle’s back arched completely off the bed. "Holy shit!"

Her hands tightened in my hair. Not pulling me away. Pulling me closer.

I sealed my lips around her left nipple and drank deep.

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

The notification appeared again. Then again. Then again. Each one added to my running total.

Twenty points. Forty. Sixty. Eighty.

Belle moaned. Loud and unrestrained. Nothing like the careful control she maintained everywhere else.

This version of Belle was raw. Honest. Stripped of every calculation and performance.

Her hips rolled against nothing. Seeking friction. Her thighs pressed together.

I moved my hand from her breast. Slid it down her stomach. Rested my palm against her hip bone.

Belle froze. "What are you—"

"Relax," I said against her skin. "Just helping."

I pressed my thumb down. Right over her hip flexor. Applied Euphoric Feedback at level eight directly to that pressure point.

The pleasure radiated outward. Down her legs. Up her spine. Everywhere at once.

Belle’s entire body convulsed. "Oh god oh god oh god—"

I kept drinking. Kept sucking. The milk flowed faster now. Her arousal increased production just like Naomi’s had.

My mouth filled completely. I swallowed hard. Once. Twice. Three times in rapid succession.

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

Belle’s moans got louder. She wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore. Didn’t care who might hear. Her fingers twisted in my hair hard enough to hurt.

"Don’t stop," she begged. "Please don’t stop."

I wasn’t planning to.

I released her nipple with a wet pop. Milk still leaked from the tip. I caught it with my thumb. Brought it to my mouth. Sucked it clean.

Belle watched me through half-lidded eyes. Her face was flushed. Her lips were parted. She looked completely wrecked.

"You taste good," I told her.

Her cheeks went even redder. "Shut up."

"I’m serious. Your milk is sweeter than Naomi’s. Richer."

"I said shut up." But her voice had no heat. Just breathless embarrassment.

I leaned down to her right breast again. The one I started with. It was still heavy with milk. Still leaking steadily.

I licked around her nipple slowly. Deliberately. Circled it with my tongue.

Belle’s hips bucked up. "You’re such an asshole."

"Probably."

I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Pulled hard. The milk flooded over my tongue in a thick stream.

Belle cried out. Her legs fell open. Her body arched like she’d been struck by lightning.

The Euphoric Feedback was doing its job. Every nerve ending in her body was firing at maximum sensitivity. Every touch felt like ten touches. Every sensation magnified exponentially.

I drank deeper. My hand moved from her hip to her inner thigh. Just resting there. Not doing anything. Just contact.

Belle whimpered. Actually whimpered. Her thighs shook under my palm.

"Jace," she gasped. "I think I’m—"

Her whole body went rigid. Her nails dug into my scalp. She held me against her breast like I might disappear.

The orgasm hit her like a freight train.

She didn’t scream. The sound that came out of her was more like a sob. Desperate and raw.

Her milk sprayed into my mouth. Hard enough that I almost choked. I swallowed fast. Drank it all down.

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

Belle shook beneath me. Her entire body trembled. The orgasm rolled through her in long waves that didn’t stop.

I kept drinking. Kept pulling milk from her breast. The essence extraction didn’t pause just because she came.

If anything, the milk flowed faster now. Sweeter. Her body responding to the pleasure by producing more.

I lost count of the notifications. They flashed by too fast. Twenty points. Twenty points. Twenty points.

My lifespan counter climbed steadily. Six days and seven hours became six days and eight hours. Then nine. Then ten.

Belle’s breathing came in short gasps. Her legs were still shaking. Her hands had relaxed in my hair but hadn’t let go.

"Holy shit," she whispered. "That was—"

"One," I said.

Her eyes snapped open. "What?"

I released her nipple. Wiped my mouth. "That was your first orgasm."

Belle stared at me. Her brain clearly not processing yet.

"Naomi typically has three," I continued. "You signed up for a full session. So we’re not done."

"Oh my god." Belle covered her face with both hands. "You’re going to kill me."

"You’ll survive."