CHAPTER 89: MAP 2 LEVEL 2 - 2

The proud queen watches him from below with narrowed amber eyes, her jaw clenched, her full lips parted slightly as she fights the humiliation, her slick pussy throbbing between her spread thighs.

"Do your duty," she says, her voice sharp but breathy, laced with disdain and hidden desire, her breath shallow, her arousal evident in the wetness dripping from her mound.

He says nothing, his presence a quiet command.

Selene, lower to the ground, her smaller frame twisting in the vines’ grip, her pale skin dewed with sweat, her petite breasts swollen and heavy, nipples stiff and begging for touch, stimulated not by hands but by the jungle’s humid anticipation.

She squirms, her legs twitching against the bonds, her sheer white shift riding up to expose her glistening virgin pussy, her violet eyes wide with fear and arousal.

"This is fucking sick," she hisses, her voice trembling, her bratty defiance cracking as heat builds in her core. "Y-You’re not seriously going to—"

Kota steps forward, his breath steady, his cock straining harder.

Her breath hitches, her nipples hardening further, a faint bead of milk forming at the tip, her body betraying her humiliation kink.

Lyra was drifting like a phantom in the vines’ embrace, her willowy body arched, her modest but perfect breasts high and round, flushed dark pink, nipples stiff and glistening with sweat.

Her smoky eyes are half-lidded, lips parted in a faint smile, her long red hair splayed, her slick pussy throbbing between her spread thighs.

She says nothing, just watches Kota’s cock twitch beneath his cloth, her masochistic desire building, wetness dripping down her inner thighs as the vines tease her bonds.

Veyna was upside down, her slim, freckled frame suspended, her wild orange-red braids dangling like flames, her small breasts hanging heavy, nipples dripping with faint, cursed milk that falls toward the moss below.

She laughs breathlessly, her slitted eyes wild, her body twitching with unstable energy.

"Shiiiit," she groans, her voice raw and manic, laced with arousal. "I’m gonna blow before we even start. Look at my fucking tits—look at ’em!" Her pussy aches visibly, wetness pooling at her entrance, her cursed fire making her skin glow, tears of frustration and desire pricking her eyes.

Kota steps back, centering himself in the clearing, his lean body tense, his dark eyes sweeping over them with deliberate calm.

The jungle pulses once—deep and wet, like a heartbeat echoing through their cores.

The air thickens, heavy with anticipation.

His own breath drags longer, his cock throbbing visibly, but he remains steady.

Four women bound, exposed, and twitching—each a different shape, each a different challenge, their breasts heaving, nipples stiff and beading with milk, their pussies slick and ready, arousal dripping in the humid air.

"Begin Extraction."

Selene jerks in her bindings, her petite body arching. "N-No, wait, wait—wait a second! I—!"

Kota reaches for Selene’s nipple—two fingers, slow and firm, pinching the stiff, sensitive bud, rolling it with deliberate pressure that sends a jolt straight to her core.

She flinches, moans, her violet eyes wide with shock and humiliated pleasure.

"You’ll call yourself what you are," he murmurs, his voice low, commanding, his fingers squeezing harder, coaxing a bead of milk from her nipple.

Her legs tremble, her breath catching, her virgin pussy clenching with need.

"I... I’m not some dairy slut," she whimpers, her voice breaking, tears pricking her eyes as arousal floods her, her clit throbbing untouched.

Kota’s eyes are calm, but his fingers squeeze again, twisting slightly, drawing more milk.

"You are now," he says, his voice a quiet promise.

Her nipple erupts a single drop of milk, the sensation electric, her body trembling as the HUD updates:

Trial In Progress: Player S – Yield: 4ml

Status: Unstable. Psychological resistance detected.

Selene’s legs twitched in the vines, her toes curling as the tendrils held her suspended, her petite body arching involuntarily, the sheer white shift riding up to expose her glistening virgin pussy, slick with fear and arousal.

Her small, swollen breasts heaved in midair, nipples flushed a pale pink, puffed and throbbing under the humid jungle air, her pale skin dewed with sweat, her silver-blonde curls matted to her forehead.

She felt full, heavy, her breasts aching with a pressure she’d never known, the jungle’s magic stirring something deep and shameful within her, her humiliation kink flaring as she imagined herself as a spoiled dairy cow, milked for all to see.

Kota stood between her legs, his lean, scarred body tense, his dark eyes locked on hers, unblinking, his tight pants outlining his straining cock, the fabric damp with pre-cum as he fought his own arousal.

The air was thick with the sweet scent of milk and nectar, the vines pulsing faintly around them, the chamber alive with the jungle’s watchful hunger.

"Let go," he said, his voice low and commanding, his fingers rolling her nipple again, pinching the stiff, sensitive bud with deliberate pressure, sending a jolt straight to her core, her pussy clenching around nothing, wetness dripping down her thighs.

"I c-can’t," she stammered, her voice breaking, tears pricking her violet eyes as the ache in her breasts intensified, a faint bead of milk forming at her nipple.

"It hurts. It’s—nggh—it’s too much, I can’t—" Her bratty defiance cracked, her body trembling with real vulnerability, the humiliation of being milked like a common slut making her clit throb, her virgin hole aching for touch she both feared and craved.

He grabbed her tit fully in one hand, hard, his palm encompassing the swollen flesh, squeezing with firm, unrelenting pressure that made her gasp.

"A spoiled little cream slut like you doesn’t get to tell me what she can’t do," he growled, his voice rough with authority, his fingers digging in, kneading her breast like it was his to command, the sensation electric, pain blending with pleasure as milk began to leak from her nipple.

She gasped, her mouth opening in protest—and he cut it off by pinching both nipples at once, tight and brutal, twisting with a precision that sent waves of humiliating ecstasy through her.