Beneath the academy, buried behind illusion spells and wards, lay a secret only known to select elders and high-level Yin cultivators:
The Milking Hall.
Warm, dimly lit, perfumed with incense that stimulated Yin flow, and filled with ancient apparatuses designed for one thing—harvesting spiritual milk from high-energy female cultivators.
And shackled by soft restraints, struggling against her own arousal, was none other than—
Reina Hoshikawa
Class President. Ice queen. Combat prodigy.
And right now?
A blushing mess, her F-cup tits overflowing with spiritual milk, her nipples swollen and twitching under silver clamps that pulsed with cursed stimulation.
> "I-I didn't agree to this," she growled, voice shaking. "This chamber is forbidden—this is insane—"
> "Correction," Ryouma said, approaching with a calm grin, "you lost to me. And the Yin Vessel Contract you formed makes you my resource now."
He cupped her breast—soft, heavy, warm—and watched as a drop of thick, pearly spiritual milk gathered at the tip of her nipple.
> "Tch… don't touch me like I'm some dairy cow—"
> "Reina," he said, voice dropping, "you've got a trait called Milk of Authority. These tits can power a spirit array on their own. And I'm about to milk every last drop."
He attached the milking device—ancient jade tubing laced with runes, custom-formed to wrap snugly around her chest.
> HUMMMMM...
As the suction activated, Reina gasped, back arching as the pull latched onto her nipples. The warmth. The pressure. The humiliation.
> "Nnnghh… y-you're doing this in the open…!"
> "Everyone in the academy will see your milk bottles by tomorrow."
Her pride cracked. Her legs trembled. Her nipples responded eagerly to the cursed stimulation.
> DRIP. SQUELCH. DRIP.
Pearlescent milk flowed down into a crystal vial, glowing with Yin energy.
He stepped closer, whispering at her ear.
> "You know this isn't just for harvesting. Every time I taste this milk, my EP doubles. So the real question is—"
> "Do I drink it warm… or straight from the source?"
Her face turned red. Her eyes betrayed it—she wanted him to choose the second option.
He bent forward and took her right nipple between his lips.
> "Wha—NO—!"
Too late.
> SLURP.
Her whole body jerked as he suckled. Her milk rushed into his mouth—sweet, thick, divine. Every pull made her knees shake, and every moan that escaped her lips made the Yin energy in the room grow heavier.
> "I-I'm not… y-you're drinking me like a—like a—"
> "Because you're delicious. And I haven't even started on the left one."
She broke.
Her breath hitched. Her hips bucked. Her hands gripped the table's edges as he suckled from both breasts, switching between them like he owned her body.
> "Master… d-don't stop… milk me… please…"
> DING! [Yin Vessel Milking Stage: Reina Hoshikawa Advanced]
> Trait Unlocked: Flow of Submission – Produces more spiritual milk when verbally degraded
> Bonus: Breast milk now acts as healing tonic for Ryouma's allies
Reina collapsed forward, arms limp, breasts leaking steady streams into the milking jars. Her once-proud eyes were now hazy, obedient, and filled with bliss.
> "W-We… we can do this again, right…?"
> "Every day before class. You're my top milker now."