Divine Milking System

I checked the time. 7:34 PM. The sanctum reset at midnight. I had 30 minutes available right now.

I could take her to my room. Use the sanctum. Complete the extraction. Add two more days. Steal Sensory Hijack.

Or I could say no. Make her wait. Do this right.

She squeezed my hand.

"Stop thinking. Just. Take me somewhere. Please."

I stood. Grabbed the leftover food. Shoved it in the plastic bag.

"Okay. Let’s go."

We walked across campus together. Her hand in mine. Students stared. A second-year with a first-year lottery kid. Walking like they belonged together. The campus buildings loomed around us, their windows catching the last rays of sunset. A few people whispered as we passed, probably wondering what Aurora Fitzgerald was doing with someone like me.

Aurora didn’t seem to notice. Or didn’t care.

We reached Building C. Took the elevator to five. Walked down the hallway to 5E. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the worn carpet. The building smelled of cleaning products and microwave popcorn.

My hands shook slightly unlocking the door. The key rattled against the metal.

The apartment was dark. Hikaru’s door closed. No light underneath. Good. The last thing I needed was my stoic roommate judging my life choices.

Aurora stepped inside. Looked around. Her orange hair glowed in the dim light from the hallway, catching my eye even in the darkness.

"This is nice. Way better than I expected for lottery housing." Her fingers trailed along the back of the couch as she explored the small common area.

"Standard first-year setup." I flicked on a lamp, illuminating our sparse living space.

"Can I see your room?"

"Yeah. This way."

I led her down the short hallway. Opened my door. She walked in. Examined everything. The unmade bed. The desk covered in orientation packets. The window overlooking the ocean. She picked up a textbook, flipped through it casually, then set it back down.

She turned to face me. In the soft glow of my desk lamp, her green eyes looked almost vulnerable.

"I’m nervous," she admitted. "Despite everything I said. Despite the dress and the confidence. I’m. Actually really nervous." Her voice had lost its playful edge.

"We don’t have to."

"I want to. I just. I’ve only done this twice before. And neither time was. Like this. With abilities and extraction and. Whatever this is between us."

"It’s a date. That’s getting complicated fast."

"Is that okay? The complicated part?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a surprisingly shy gesture for someone usually so bold.

I closed the door. Walked to where she stood. The room suddenly felt smaller with both of us in it.

"Complicated is fine. Complicated means real."

"You sound like you’re reading from a romance novel." She laughed, but it was soft, genuine.

"I’m making this up as I go."

"It’s working."

She kissed me again. Slower this time. Her hands slid under my shirt. Warm against my skin. Her fingers traced patterns across my stomach, exploring cautiously.

I broke the kiss. Looked at her properly.

"If we do this. If I use my ability. You need to know what it means."

"I know. Belle explained."

"Not all of it."

"Then tell me."

So I did. Explained the lactation. The milk. The points. The death timer. The buff system. The ability theft. The devotion percentages. Everything. The words tumbled out in a clinical rush, facts laid bare under the quiet hum of the air conditioning.

She listened without interrupting. Her expression stayed open. Interested. She sat on the edge of my bed, hands folded in her lap, processing each revelation.

When I finished she was quiet for a moment.

Then she smiled.

"That’s. The most fucked up romantic situation I’ve ever heard of."

"I’m aware."

"And you’re telling me all of this before we do anything. Even though you could probably just. Use your charm thing and skip the honesty."

"I could. But that’s how you end up with Belle threatening to shoot you with a crossbow."

"Fair point."

She sat on my bed. Patted the space beside her. The mattress dipped under her weight, springs creaking slightly.

"Sit. We need to establish ground rules."

I sat. She took my hand. Her palm was soft against mine, her grip surprisingly strong.

"Rule one. If I say stop you stop immediately. No negotiation."

"Agreed."

"Rule two. You tell me what you’re doing before you do it. No surprises."

"Makes sense."

"Rule three. After this. After tonight. We figure out what we are. If I’m just. Another source. Or if this is actually something."

"It’s something."

"You don’t know that yet."

"I know I want it to be."

She squeezed my hand. Her fingers tightened around mine, warm and reassuring.

"Okay. That’s. That’s good enough for now."

She stood. Reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. The sound of metal teeth separating filled the quiet room.

"Should I. Should we use your sanctum thing? The private space?"

"Probably safer. Hikaru might come back."

"Then do it. Take me there. Show me what you showed the others."

I stood. Took her hand. Activated Private Sanctum.

The bedroom dissolved.

The luxury space materialized around us. Cream walls. King bed. Floor to ceiling windows showing impossible city lights. Soft music played from hidden speakers. The air smelled faintly of vanilla and sandalwood.

Aurora spun slowly. Taking it all in. Her bare feet sank into plush carpet. She ran her fingers along the silk bedspread, marveling at its texture.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah."

"This is. This is actually real."

"For thirty minutes."

"That’s all the time we need?"

"Depends how fast things go."

She turned to face me. Her green eyes bright in the ambient light. City lights glinted off her hair, turning it from orange to burnished copper.

"Then let’s not waste it."

She unzipped her dress. Let it fall. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Stood before me in white lace. Matching set. Bra and panties that probably cost more than my entire outfit. The lace contrasted perfectly with her tanned skin, highlighting every curve.

My brain short circuited.

She was. Perfect didn’t cover it. Her body was all curves and softness and muscle underneath. 34D straining against lace. Stomach flat and toned. Hips that flared just right. Thighs that made me forget how to breathe. A small tattoo of a phoenix curved around her right hip bone, its tail disappearing beneath the lace.

"You’re staring."

"I’m aware."

"Is it good staring or bad staring?"

"Very good staring."

"Then keep doing it."

She walked to the bed. Sat on the edge. Looked at me expectantly. The mattress didn’t creak here—everything in the sanctum was perfect, flawless.

"Well? You going to stand there all night or are you going to come over here and show me what all the fuss is about?"