She nodded, her throat working as she swallowed nervously.

My hand cupped her breast through the silky fabric, and I activated the ability again. Naomi gasped, her body going rigid as milk flooded her tissue.

"There," I murmured, stroking her cheek with my free hand. "Not so bad, right?"

"It’s... intense." Her voice trembled slightly.

A dark spot appeared on her bra as milk leaked through the fabric. The sight of it triggered something primal in me.

Belle noticed my reaction and smirked. "Someone’s enjoying this more than they’re admitting."

"Never claimed otherwise." I slid Belle off my lap and onto the bed. "Now, let’s make this productive."

I reached behind Belle and unhooked her cow-print bra with practiced ease. The garment fell away, revealing her full breasts, now heavy with milk. Pearly white liquid beaded at her nipples.

"Show-off," she muttered. But her eyes had gone dark with arousal.

I lowered my mouth to her breast and drank. The familiar system notification appeared in my vision:

\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 10 points!\]

Belle’s fingers threaded through my hair, holding me against her as I swallowed. Her essence tasted like honey and cinnamon, warm and spicy.

After a few mouthfuls, I turned to Naomi. She’d already removed her bra, her smaller breasts now swollen with milk.

"My turn?" she asked softly.

"Definitely your turn."

I shifted between them and took Naomi’s nipple into my mouth. She gasped, her back arching off the bed.

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

Naomi’s essence had always been sweeter than Belle’s—vanilla and caramel, with an underlying warmth that lingered on the tongue.

I alternated between them, drinking from one while my hands explored the other. Belle grew bolder, grinding against my thigh, seeking friction. Naomi remained more reserved but increasingly responsive, small sounds escaping her with each touch.

The points accumulated steadily, my life counter ticking upward with each swallow. But this wasn’t just about survival anymore. Their pleasure had become equally important.

I activated Euphoric Feedback as I cupped Belle’s breast, sending waves of warmth through her tissue. She cried out, her back arching.

"Fuck, Jace!"

"Too much?" I modulated the intensity.

"Not enough," she growled, grabbing my wrist to keep my hand in place.

I chuckled and increased the flow, watching as her eyes rolled back. Milk sprayed from her nipple without me even touching it, a reaction to the intense pleasure coursing through her.

Naomi watched, her pink eyes wide and fixed on Belle’s shaking body. I moved closer to her, letting my fingers trace lazy patterns across her stomach.

"Your turn," I said.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. "Please."

I activated the ability again, this time directing it lower. My hand slipped past the waistband of her cow-print panties. The moment my fingers made contact with her slick heat, Naomi bucked off the bed. A strangled cry tore from her throat, raw and desperate.

"Too much?" I asked, pausing to gauge her reaction. Her face was flushed deep red, her mouth open in a silent gasp.

"No," she managed to say between ragged breaths. "Don’t... don’t stop."

I continued, alternating between them in a rhythm that left them both gasping and writhing. I drank from Belle while my hand worked Naomi. Then I switched, taking Naomi’s nipple into my mouth while my free hand teased Belle’s sensitive flesh. The room filled with their overlapping moans, the wet sounds of their arousal, and the thick, sweet scent of their milk mixing with the musk of sex.

Belle came first. Her entire body went rigid, every muscle locking as pleasure crashed through her like a freight train. Milk sprayed from both breasts in thick streams, soaking the sheets beneath her and splashing across my chest in warm rivulets.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she screamed, her voice breaking on the final syllable.

Naomi followed moments later. Her orgasm was quieter but no less intense. Her thighs clamped down hard around my hand, her body shuddering violently as she rode out wave after wave of sensation. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her back arching so high off the bed that only her shoulders and hips remained in contact with the mattress.

"Alright," I said, pulling my hand free and rolling off the bed. "Now, time to get some milk."

I walked over to the Private Sanctum’s small kitchenette, my cock still painfully hard and bouncing with each step. The girls lay sprawled behind me, panting and dazed.

Belle propped herself up on her elbows, her cow-print panties twisted and soaked, her hair a complete disaster. "What are you doing? We just did that part."

I opened a cabinet and pulled out four glass cups, lining them up on the counter with careful precision. The Essence Vault upgrade had been worth every single point I’d spent on it. Doubling my storage capacity to six cups meant I could maintain a solid emergency reserve, enough lifespan to weather any unexpected disasters.

"Round two," I said, carrying the cups back to the bed. "Need to refill my Vault before tomorrow’s gate."

Naomi sat up slowly, covering her bare chest with one arm. Her pink and black hair stuck out in wild directions, and her face remained flushed from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "You want more? Already?"

"The extraction isn’t finished until I say it’s finished." I set the glasses on the nightstand, watching how their eyes followed my every movement. "And we’re just getting started."

Belle flopped back dramatically. "You’re insatiable."

"Says the woman who just came screaming my name loud enough to wake the dead."

"I did not scream—"

"You absolutely did," Naomi confirmed with a small smile.

"Traitor." Belle threw a pillow at her.

I climbed back onto the bed, positioning myself between them. "Now, where were we?"

"You were explaining your weird milk fetish," Belle said, but her teasing tone couldn’t hide the hunger in her eyes.

"It’s not a fetish. It’s survival." I picked up one of the glasses. "And you two agreed to help."

"We did," Naomi said softly. "We still do."

Something warm and uncomfortable bloomed in my chest at her sincerity. I pushed it aside. Feelings complicated things. And complications got people killed.

I turned to Belle first, glass in hand. "Ready for round two?"

"Do I have a choice?" But she was already sitting up, her full breasts still leaking milk.

"Always." I met her eyes. "Say the word and we stop."

Something shifted in her expression—surprise, maybe appreciation. She hadn’t expected the affirmation.

"Well, don’t stop now," she finally said. "I’m invested."