She laughed and looked down, noticing my renewed arousal pushing against her. "Seriously? We literally just finished."

"My stamina is something you shouldn’t underestimate," I replied with a smirk. "The System might be parasitic, but it comes with some perks."

"Lucky me." She planted both palms firmly on my chest and pushed me flat onto my back, her orange hair cascading around her face as she swung one smooth leg over my body. The weight of her settling across my hips sent a fresh wave of desire through me. "Since you’re already standing at attention, let’s see exactly how many rounds we can squeeze in before Addison stomps back and turns this into an awkward threesome situation."

Aurora shifted her weight, lifting herself up just enough to reach between our bodies. Her fingers wrapped around me, positioning me at her entrance with deliberate slowness. I could feel her heat and wetness against me as she hovered there, teasing both of us with the promise of what was coming next.

"Ready for round two?" she asked, her green eyes glinting with that mischievous spark that made her so dangerous – and so perfect for what I needed.

"Always," I answered, my hands finding her hips as she began to lower herself onto me.

She lowered herself slowly, taking me in inch by inch, her lips parting wider the further she went until she sat fully in my lap with nowhere left to go. Her head tipped back, hair spilling down her spine, and both hands came up to cup her breasts. She squeezed, and more milk ran loose, tracing thin white lines down her stomach and pooling at the crease where her body met mine.

"This is genuinely obscene," she said. "I’m lactating on you. Actively. While we’re doing this."

"Regretting it?"

"God, no." She started moving, rolling her hips in lazy, deliberate circles, finding her rhythm. "It’s filthy and I’m into it. Don’t make me explain myself."

I gripped her waist with both hands, helping shape the rhythm while I watched her breasts rise and fall with each roll of her hips, milk still beading at her nipples and dripping onto my chest in small, wet spots.

"Get down here," I said, pulling her toward me by the hips.

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on my shoulders while I captured her left nipple in my mouth. The milk flooded my tongue immediately, warm and sweet and perfect.

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 25 points!]

Aurora moaned, her hips moving faster now. "That’s so good. How is that so good?"

I switched to her right breast, drinking greedily while my hands squeezed her ass, guiding her movements. She was close again already, her pussy getting tighter with each thrust.

I activated Sensory Hijack, focusing on her sense of touch and taste simultaneously. Made every place we connected feel twice as sensitive. Made her taste honey and cinnamon on her tongue.

Aurora’s eyes went wide. "What did you just—oh fuck."

She came again, grinding down hard while her body shook. I kept drinking through it, the milk practically pouring into my mouth now as her orgasm peaked and crashed.

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 25 points!]

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 25 points!]

By the time her climax faded, I’d consumed eight total mouthfuls. Two hundred points. Two full days of life added to my counter.

Aurora collapsed onto my chest, breathing hard. "You’re going to kill me."

"Literally the opposite of my goal."

"Semantics." She kissed my jaw lazily. "How long until you come?"

"However long you need."

"What if I said right now?"

I gripped her hips and started thrusting up into her, hard and fast. Aurora’s surprised laugh turned into a moan as I hit deeper from this angle.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Exactly like this."

I pounded into her, chasing my own release now while she held on and made these perfect little gasping sounds with each impact. The bed frame creaked ominously, but I didn’t care.

Aurora kissed me, her tongue sliding against mine while I kept moving inside her. She tasted like honey and chocolate and something unmistakably hers.

"Come inside me," she whispered. "I want to feel it."

The words pushed me over. I drove deep and came, my vision blanking for a moment. Aurora squeezed tight around me, dragging it out while I buried my face in her neck and tried not to make embarrassing sounds.

Afterward we just lay there, both of us sticky and spent and completely demolished. Aurora’s fingers wandered across my chest while I concentrated on remembering that oxygen was necessary for survival.

"I should tell you something," she said eventually.

"Hmm?"

"I lied about the club."

DI propped myself up on one elbow. "I’m shocked. Truly."

"I never planned on going out tonight," she continued, tracing idle patterns on my chest. "I just wanted an excuse to keep you here without interruptions."

"Mission accomplished."

Her smile turned uncertain. "Look, I know you’ve got other girls. Belle, Naomi, probably a whole lineup by the time we graduate. But when we’re like this, when it’s just us, I need you to be completely mine. Just for those hours." She paused. "Can you do that?"

I turned onto my side so we were face to face. Those green eyes studied me, serious now. "You already have that."

"Do I?"

"You think I’m performing right now?"

"I think you’re extremely skilled at making people feel important." Her fingertips brushed my cheek, feather-light. "I need to know I’m not just another name on your extraction spreadsheet."

The accusation stung because there was truth buried in it. I did approach relationships like tactical problems. I calculated tier rankings and point values and buff durations like variables in an equation. But somewhere between the chocolate cake and the department store changing rooms and Aurora laughing so hard at Addison’s awful jokes that she’d snorted, something had changed.

"You’re important," I said quietly. "Not because of what you can give me. You’re just important."

She studied my face. "You mean that?"

"Yes."

She leaned in and kissed me, gentle this time. "Good. Because I’m getting dangerously attached to you, and I really hate unpleasant surprises."

"No surprises."

"Liar." She nipped at my bottom lip. "You’re nothing but surprises. That’s half the reason I like you so much."