Divine Milking System-Chapter 79 | Extraction

Naomi stood by the door watching Jace hold Belle’s hand. The warmth in her chest had nothing to do with any buff and everything to do with wanting to throw something at Belle’s perfectly styled blue hair.

Belle made a sound.

Not a quiet sound. Not an inside voice sound. A sound that belonged in a completely different context.

Naomi’s fingers dug into her palm.

"Oh god," Belle said. Her other hand shot out and grabbed Jace’s forearm. "That’s, that’s really."

Her voice climbed higher.

Jace kept his expression neutral. Professional. Like he was conducting a science experiment instead of making Belle sound like that.

Belle’s grip on his arm tightened. Her nails left little crescent marks on his skin. "More. Can you, can you go higher."

No hesitation. No embarrassment. Just Belle asking for exactly what she wanted the way she always did.

Naomi’s jaw hurt from clenching.

Belle’s breathing went shallow. Fast. Her chest rose and fell in a rhythm that made Naomi want to leave the room except she absolutely was not leaving them alone together.

"Level five," Jace said quietly.

Belle’s entire body went taut. She made another sound. Louder this time. Her back arched slightly off the bed and her fingers squeezed Jace’s arm hard enough to bruise.

"Yes," Belle gasped. "Yes that’s, oh my god."

The words came out broken. Desperate.

Naomi knew that tone.

She’d used that tone less than twenty-four hours ago in this exact room while Jace’s mouth worked at her breast and his hand moved between her legs and everything inside her turned liquid and hot.

Belle was feeling good.

Really good.

But Belle was not getting stronger.

Naomi could tell. She’d spent enough time around Belle to recognize her tells. The way Belle’s eyes narrowed when she focused on her Treasure Sense ability. The way her breathing changed when she was tracking something valuable.

Right now Belle was just feeling pleasure.

Pure sensation with no enhancement attached.

Because the buff didn’t come from nerve stimulation or Euphoric Feedback at level five or even level nine.

The buff came from essence.

Specifically from drinking Silver-tier milk while experiencing multiple orgasms and having Jace finish inside you hard enough that you felt the warmth spreading through your entire core.

Naomi’s face went nuclear at the memory.

She was not explaining that to Belle.

Absolutely not.

Never.

Belle could figure it out on her own or stay confused forever.

"Six," Jace said.

Belle screamed.

Actually screamed.

Her body jerked forward and both her hands clamped onto Jace’s arms now. She held on like he was the only thing keeping her from flying apart.

"I can’t," Belle said. "I can’t, oh god, I can’t."

"Do you want me to stop."

"No. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

Her hips moved against the mattress.

Naomi’s stomach twisted.

This was torture.

Watching Belle experience something that looked exactly like what Naomi had felt the night before except Belle got to keep her clothes on and maintain plausible deniability about what was actually happening.

Belle’s blue ponytail had come partially undone. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead. Her face was flushed pink all the way down her neck to where the sports bra covered her chest.

She looked beautiful.

Naomi hated it.

"Is your detection range improving," Jace asked.

Belle blinked. Tried to focus. "What?"

"Your ability. Is it getting stronger."

"I don’t," Belle gasped. "I can’t tell. I can’t focus on anything except."

She made another sound.

Jace pulled back slightly. The intensity dropped.

Belle’s eyes snapped open. "No. Why did you stop."

"You’re not tracking your ability enhancement."

"I don’t care about my ability right now."

"That’s the entire reason we’re doing this."

Belle’s grip on his arms loosened. She stared at him with wide amber-brown eyes that were still hazy from pleasure. "You’re telling me you can make me feel like this and you’re stopping to check my detection range."

"Yes."

"You’re insane."

"I’m practical."

Belle flopped back on the bed. Her chest heaved. "Give me a second. Let me check."

She closed her eyes.

Naomi watched her face. Watched the way Belle’s expression shifted from blissed out to concentrating. The way her forehead creased slightly.

Ten seconds passed.

Twenty.

Belle opened her eyes. "It’s the same. Eighteen meters. Same as when we started."

The disappointment in her voice was real.

Jace released her hand. Sat back in the desk chair. "That’s unfortunate."

"Unfortunate," Belle repeated. She pushed herself upright. Her hair was a disaster. "You just gave me the most intense experience of my life and it didn’t do anything for my ability and you’re calling it unfortunate."

"From a practical standpoint."

"Screw practical." Belle looked down at her hands. Flexed her fingers. "That was, I don’t even know what that was. But my Treasure Sense is exactly the same as before."

She glanced at Naomi. "Did yours improve? When he did this with you?"

Naomi’s throat closed.

Every instinct screamed to lie. To deflect. To change the subject.

But Belle was staring at her with those sharp calculating eyes and Belle always knew when people were lying.

"Yes," Naomi whispered. Her voice came out thin, strained. Like she’d been holding her breath for too long and finally had to exhale.

Belle’s eyebrows climbed toward her hairline. "How much."

Naomi’s fingers twisted together. She looked down at them instead of meeting Belle’s stare. "A lot."

"How much is a lot." Belle’s tone sharpened. Her investor voice. The one that calculated profit margins and risk assessments.

Naomi forced herself to look up. To hold Belle’s stare even though every instinct told her to run. "My Wave Motion went from Silver to Gold. For twenty-four hours."

The silence stretched for three full seconds.

Belle sat up straighter. Her pink hair spilled over one shoulder. "A full rank jump?" The disbelief was plain in her voice. Raw. "Like, actually Gold? Not just a little boost?"

"Yes." Naomi’s throat felt tight. "Gold. For a whole day."

"From just this?" Belle’s hand swept through the air, encompassing the bed, Jace, the entire situation. "From just him touching you? Using that intensity thing he did on me?"

Naomi’s face burned hot enough to hurt. "It’s more complicated than that."

Belle leaned forward. "How complicated."

Naomi looked at Jace. He gave her nothing. Just watched, calm and detached, like he was studying a science experiment.

She looked back at Belle. "Very."

Belle looked between them. Her expression shifted as pieces clicked into place. "Oh. Oh."

"Belle," Jace said.

"No I get it. The private training sessions. The crashing together this afternoon. Naomi looking at you like you hung the moon." Belle’s mouth curved into something between amusement and calculation. "You’re not just dating. You’re extracting."

The word hung in the air.

Naomi’s pulse spiked.

Jace remained completely still. "That’s an interesting theory."