NOVEL NEXT Chapter 92: Map 2 Level 2 - 5
Veyna hung upside down, spinning slightly in the vines' grip, the light playing across her sweat-soaked freckles, her wild orange-red braids dangling like flames.
Her small breasts hung heavy, veiny and swollen, nipples engorged and ready to burst, faint drops of cursed milk beading at the tips, falling toward the moss like tears of fire.
She grinned wide, her slitted eyes wild with manic lust, her body twitching with unstable energy.
"You gonna milk me or fuck me?" she growled, her voice rough, laced with challenge and desire, her pussy aching visibly between her spread thighs, wetness pooling at her entrance.
Kota walked to her, his movements deliberate, removing his belt without a word, the leather whispering against his hips.
"Oh fuck yes," Veyna moaned, her body arching, her small breasts jiggling, milk dripping faster from her nipples as arousal surged through her cursed veins.
He looped the belt around the base of one breast, pulling tight, the leather biting into her freckled skin, making her tit swell instantly, veins pulsing, her nipple hardening further.
Veyna screamed in pain and bliss, her thighs quivering, her pussy clenching with need.
"Tighter, baby. Turn me purple," she begged, her voice breaking, tears of masochistic ecstasy pricking her eyes.
He did, cinching the belt harder, her breast bulging unnaturally, milk beading at the tip.
Then the other breast, binding it with the same cruel precision, her small tits now swollen and veiny, throbbing with pressure.
She screamed again, her body writhing in the vines, laughing through the pain, gasping as milk began to leak in thin, shiny drops.
"Harder—! Fuck—milk me, break me, I wanna pop! I wanna spray all over your—aaaahhhh!"
Kota knelt, latching onto her nipple with brutal force—no seduction, just raw hunger.
He sucked hard, his tongue dragging over the engorged tip, pulling deep as milk flooded his mouth, creamy and warm, tinged with the heat of her cursed fire.
Veyna – Yield: 22ml. Flow Erratic. Pulse Dangerous.
He bit down, his teeth grazing her nipple, and she screamed louder, her body convulsing, milk jetting onto his chest in hot streams.
He fisted her tit, squeezing hard, the belt making it bulge, milk spraying as he resumed suckling, his other hand kneading her bound breast, fingers digging in deep.
Veyna – Yield: 76ml
She moaned nonstop, her face flushed dark red, her thighs shaking even in suspension, her clit pulsing like it was being licked by the air, her pussy gushing with arousal.
"C'mon, Kota," she groaned, her voice wrecked with need. "Use both hands. Choke me with your fingers. Fucking drain me—!"
He grabbed her neck, thumb and middle finger applying pressure, just enough to make her gasp, her slitted eyes widening as he sucked harder, milk spurting in rhythmic waves.
She came, her body spasming, milk and cunt-juice squirting into the air, her scream a mix of laughter and ecstasy, her cursed fire flaring brightly.
Veyna – Yield: 201ml. Status: Lactobliss Triggered.
He released her neck, stepping back as she hung there, her tits twitching, mouth open, eyes wild, milk trickling in lazy rivulets from her swollen nipples, her pussy dripping with release.
Her laugh was broken, breathless. "I think… I just ascended…"
Kota steps back. All four float, used, wrecked, drenched in sweat and milk.
Trial Status: All Players Approaching Quota.
Then the jungle HUD flickers—Selene's name blinks red.
Selene – Yield: 151ml. Status: Drop Detected. Milk Reabsorption Initiated.
Warning: Subject Below Threshold.
The vines around Selene's throat pulsed red, slow and steady, like a countdown etched in blood, their slick tendrils tightening with deliberate cruelty, squeezing just enough to make her breath hitch, her petite body arching in the bonds.
Her small breasts heaved, swollen and sore, pale pink nipples puffed and throbbing, milk drying on her skin as the jungle's magic reabsorbed what she hadn't given, a cruel reversal that left her aching, empty, terrified.
Her sheer white shift clung to her curves, her virgin pussy slick and pulsing with humiliated arousal, wetness dripping down her trembling thighs as fear and need warred within her.
Her breath caught in a hiccup, her violet eyes wide with panic, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
"Wh-what's happening—?" she gasped, her voice breaking, her body twisting against the vines' unyielding grip, her small breasts jiggling, nipples hardening further in the humid air.
"Why is it—why is it squeezing—?" Her bratty facade crumbled, her humiliation kink twisting into real terror, her clit throbbing untouched, her pussy clenching around nothing as the pressure built, her body betraying her with a fresh gush of wetness.
Selene – Yield: 151ml. Threshold: 200ml.
Time Remaining: 1:43
Kota's boot slammed into the moss, the impact echoing as he turned hard.
His dark eyes met hers, unblinking, seeing her breaking, his presence a commanding anchor in her storm of fear.
He strode back to her like a storm unleashed, his chest gleaming with the sweat and milk of the others, his breath steady but his jaw tight with urgency.
"I gave enough!" Selene cried, her voice raw, desperate, her petite body bucking in the vines, her swollen breasts jiggling, milk beading at her nipples as the reabsorption made them ache deeper.
"You—you saw, you drank—I'm done!" Tears streamed down her face, her humiliation flaring as she felt like a spoiled, broken dairy slut, her pussy throbbing with shame and need, her clit aching for touch she both feared and craved.
"You're not," he said, his voice like stone, unyielding, his hands reaching for her swollen tits, grabbing them roughly, cruelly, squeezing with hard pressure that made her gasp, milk spurting faintly from her sore nipples.
Her scream was instant, raw and high-pitched, her head snapping back as her breasts were mashed together, his thumbs grinding into her tender, puffed nipples, the sensation a brutal mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure.
Her back arched, sweat dripping down her belly, her virgin pussy clenching desperately, wetness flooding her thighs.
Yield: +2ml
Not enough.
The vines flexed tighter around her neck, the pressure building, her breath shallowing, panic flooding her violet eyes.