Chapter 82 | His Lips on My Skin

Six days. Belle’s stomach twisted. That was nothing. That was a blink. That was barely enough time to plan anything.

"And I can give you how much," Belle asked.

"First extraction from bronze-tier is one hundred sixty points. That’s approximately one and a half days."

One and a half days of his life.

In exchange for what. Twenty-four hours of enhanced Treasure Sense? Forty-eight? She didn’t even know if the buff would stick or how strong it would be.

Belle sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress was soft. Too soft. Everything in this pocket dimension felt like it cost more than Belle’s entire childhood.

"This is so messed up," she said.

"I know."

"You’re basically a supernatural parasite."

"I’m aware."

"And I’m about to let you feed off me."

"Only if you consent."

Belle’s gaze sharpened, moving past the soft body and the round face.

He was scared.

Not of her. Not of the extraction.

Scared of dying.

Scared of running out of time before he found enough essence sources to keep himself alive.

That fear lived behind his eyes in a way that made Belle’s chest feel tight.

"Okay," Belle said. "Walk me through it. Step by step. What happens."

Jace moved closer. Sat in the armchair across from the bed. "I activate the extraction ability through physical contact with breast tissue. Your body will respond by producing milk regardless of biological readiness. The process doesn’t hurt."

"hat does it feel like?"

"Warm. Pleasant. Most women find it intensely pleasurable."

Belle’s face went hot. "Define pleasurable."

"Euphoric Feedback runs simultaneously. It enhances nerve sensitivity. Makes the sensation stronger."

"So you’re telling me I’m going to have an orgasm while you drink from me."

"Most likely yes."

Belle’s entire body felt like it was on fire. "Most likely?"

"Depends on your response threshold. But historically yes. Three orgasms is typical for a full session."

Three.

Three orgasms.

While this boy she’d met four days ago drank supernatural milk from her body.

Belle’s brain was screaming. Half excited. Half terrified. Fully convinced this was the wildest thing she’d ever agreed to.

"And after," Belle said. "After the extraction. What happens then."

"You’ll feel tired. The essence tax hits harder the first time. Twelve hours of reduced physical capability."

"But I’ll get the buff."

"If your ability responds to the essence transfer, yes."

"If?"

Jace’s expression shifted. "Naomi’s ability jumped a full rank because her power uses stamina as fuel. The essence enhances physical performance which directly affects her Wave Motion output. Your ability is passive detection. The enhancement might not translate the same way."

Belle stared at him. "You’re saying this might not even work."

"I’m saying I don’t know for certain."

"But you think it will."

"I think your detection range should expand. How much depends on how your ability interprets the essence boost."

Belle stood up. Walked to the window again. Looked out at the fake city skyline.

She’d already made the decision. Already calculated the cost-benefit ratio three different ways. Already told Naomi she was doing this.

Backing out now would be worse than going through with it.

"Okay," Belle said without turning around. "I’m ready."

Footsteps behind her. Jace’s reflection appeared in the glass beside hers.

"Are you sure," he asked.

Belle turned to face him. They stood close. Closer than they’d been before. She could smell his soap. Something clean. Simple.

"No," Belle admitted. "But I need this. And you need this. So we’re doing it."

Jace nodded. "Sit on the bed."

Belle moved. Sat on the edge of the enormous mattress. Her heart hammered against her ribs hard enough to hurt.

This was real. This was happening.

Jace knelt in front of her. Eye level now. His amber eyes caught the light from the windows.

"I’m going to touch you," he said. "Tell me if you want to stop."

Belle nodded. Couldn’t speak. Her throat had stopped working.

Jace’s hand moved to her waist. Rested there. Warm through the thin fabric of her compression shorts.

"I’m activating Euphoric Feedback," he said quietly. "Starting at level three."

Heat bloomed where his palm touched her. Not burning. Not uncomfortable. Just warm in a way that spread outward across her stomach and down her legs.

Belle’s breathing changed without permission.

"How does that feel," Jace asked.

"Good," Belle managed. "Really good."

His other hand moved to her shoulder. More warmth. More of that spreading sensation that made her skin prickle.

"I’m increasing to level four."

The warmth intensified. Became something closer to pleasure. Real pleasure that moved through Belle’s body in slow rippling waves.

Her fingers gripped the sheets.

"Still okay?" Jace asked.

"Yes."

"I need you to take off your jacket and sports bra."

Belle’s hands moved. Unzipped the white jacket. Pulled her arms free. The sports bra came next. Up and over her head. She dropped both on the floor beside the bed.

The air in the sanctum felt cool against her bare skin.

Jace’s eyes stayed on her face. "Last chance to stop."

"I’m not stopping."

He leaned forward. His hands moved to her ribs. Slid upward slowly until his palms rested against the underside of her breasts.

The touch sent electricity straight down Belle’s spine.

"I’m activating the extraction," Jace said. "You’ll feel warmth first. Then fullness."

His thumbs brushed across her nipples.

Heat exploded through Belle’s chest. Not painful. Not uncomfortable. Just overwhelming in a way that made her back arch involuntarily.

Her breasts swelled.

Actually swelled. She could feel them growing heavier. Fuller. The sensation was impossible but real. Undeniable.

"Oh my god," Belle whispered.

Milk leaked from her nipple. Just a drop. But real. Visible in the light from the windows.

Jace caught it with his thumb. Brought it to his mouth. Tasted it.

His expression shifted. "Bronze-tier. Good quality."

Belle’s entire body felt like it was vibrating. "Are you grading my milk?"

"I’m assessing essence density."

"That’s the same thing."

"Yes."

He leaned down. His mouth hovered over her nipple.

Belle stopped breathing.

"Level six Euphoric Feedback," Jace said quietly. "Tell me if it’s too much."

His lips closed around her.

The world went white.