Chapter 207: 207 | A Threesome is a Productivity Hack

Naomi stared at the lingerie, her cheeks flaming red. "You can’t be serious."

"Dead serious." I leaned against the bar. "We have forty-five minutes in here. That’s enough time to extract from both of you, maximize your buffs, and still talk strategy for tomorrow."

"And the cow print?" Belle raised an eyebrow.

"A suggestion. Not a requirement." I grinned. "Though I have to admit, the mental image is... compelling."

"You have gotten bolder," Naomi observed, still blushing. "Aurora has been a bad influence."

"Having my life extended tends to improve my mood."

Belle approached the wall display, examining the lingerie with a critical eye. "This is actually decent quality. Did Aurora help you pick it out?"

"Maybe."

"Of course she did. Those girls at Rosalina’s know her by name."

Naomi still hadn’t moved, frozen between embarrassment and curiosity.

"Look," I said, softening my tone. "This is still about extraction. About survival. But it doesn’t have to be clinical. We can make it fun. For all of us."

Belle fingered the delicate fabric. "And the buff?"

"Silver tier for you. Gold tier for Naomi, given your ranks."

That got their attention. Higher-tier buffs meant significant power increases.

"How long would they last?" Naomi asked.

"Forty-eight hours. Perfect timing for tomorrow’s gate."

Belle took down one of the sets, holding it against her towel. "What do you think, Naomi? Moo or no?"

Naomi’s blush deepened, but something shifted in her eyes. A spark of mischief. "Well, he did say please."

"I didn’t say please."

"Maybe you should." Belle’s smile turned sharp.

Heat crawled up my neck. The power dynamics in the room had just shifted.

"Please?" I offered.

"Hmm." Belle glanced at Naomi. "What do you think? Was that convincing?"

"Not really." Naomi stepped closer to Belle, drawing confidence from her friend. "I think he needs to work for it."

"Agreed." Belle tossed the lingerie set at me. "Hold this. And turn around."

"What?"

"You want us in cow print? Fine. But you don’t get to watch us change. That privilege costs extra."

"Extra what?" I caught the silky fabric.

Belle’s eyes glinted. "We’ll think of something."

I stood there for a moment, processing the sudden reversal. Two days ago, both of them would have been too nervous to make demands. Now they were negotiating terms.

Good. Let them have their fun. It made the whole arrangement more sustainable.

"Fair enough." I turned to face the wall, keeping my back to them.

Behind me, I heard rustling, whispered consultation, nervous giggles. The sound of fabric sliding against skin. Quiet murmurs too low to make out. My imagination ran wild, filling in the blanks my eyes couldn’t see.

"No peeking," Belle warned.

"Wouldn’t dream of it."

More rustling. A soft gasp from Naomi. Belle’s low laugh. The clink of bells.

"Okay," Belle announced after what felt like an eternity. "You can turn around now."

I turned, and my brain short-circuited.

They stood side by side, transformed. Belle’s voluptuous curves spilled from the cow-print bra, the matching panties riding high on her hips, accentuating her hourglass figure. The thigh-high stockings emphasized her long, toned legs, and the tiny silver bell at her throat caught the light when she moved.

Beside her, Naomi presented a different but equally devastating vision. Her slender, athletic build gave the playful lingerie a surprising elegance. Pink-tipped hair fell across her shoulders, contrasting with the black and white pattern. Her bell choker sat snug against the delicate column of her throat.

"Holy shit," I breathed.

Belle smirked. "Eloquent as always."

Naomi fidgeted, adjusting a stocking. "I feel ridiculous."

"You look... both of you look incredible."

The lingerie had been a joke, a response to Belle’s teasing. But now, seeing them like this, something primal and possessive roared to life inside me.

"Well?" Belle put her hands on her hips. "Are you just going to stare, or are you going to milk your cows, farmer boy?"

Naomi let out a strangled laugh. "Belle!"

"What? We’re embracing the bit." Belle reached up and flicked her little silver bell. It made a delicate tinkling sound that shouldn’t have been so arousing. "Moo."

I crossed the room in three strides, wrapped my arm around Belle’s waist, and pulled her against me. "Keep talking like that, and I might forget all about extraction."

Her breath caught. "Promise?"

I lowered my mouth to her ear. "Absolutely."

Belle shivered against me, her earlier bravado faltering. Her hand came up to rest on my chest, fingers splaying across bare skin.

Naomi watched us, her eyes darkening. I extended my other hand to her, an invitation. After a moment’s hesitation, she took it, allowing me to draw her into our intimate circle.

"You’re overdressed," Belle murmured, tugging at the waistband of my pajamas.

"Easily fixed." I stepped back just enough to strip them off, leaving me in only black boxer briefs.

Both women stared appreciatively. The new body still felt strange to me, but their reactions confirmed the transformation was working as intended.

"Better?" I asked.

"Getting there." Belle pushed me backward toward the bed. "But we’re not done yet."

The back of my knees hit the mattress, and I sat down. Belle immediately straddled my lap, her cow-print panties pressing against my growing arousal. Behind her, Naomi hesitated.

I reached for Naomi, pulling her down beside us on the bed. "No one gets left out," I told her softly.

Relief flashed across her face.

Belle leaned forward until her lips brushed my ear. "So how do you want us, Jace? One at a time? Or both at once?"

The image her words conjured made my pulse spike. "Both. Definitely both."

"Greedy." She nipped at my earlobe.

"Strategic," I corrected, sliding my hands up her thighs to grip her waist. "Maximize extraction efficiency."

Belle laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "Only you would make a threesome sound like a productivity hack."

I activated Essence Extraction with a touch to Belle’s breast. The effect was immediate. Her cow-print bra grew tighter as her breasts swelled with milk. A soft moan escaped her lips as the sensation rippled through her.

"Oh," she breathed. "That still feels so weird."

Naomi watched with wide eyes. "Does it hurt?"

"No. It’s like... pressure. And warmth. Spreading outward." Belle arched her back slightly. "It’s not bad."

I turned to Naomi, keeping one hand on Belle. "Ready?"