Chapter 2: Building Tension
True to her word, later than afternoon, Brooke sent Cece up to service Reggie.
Cece was the youngest of the girls, with a naive charm and golden eyes that shone with a certain innocence. She had short, kinky hair and a curvy figure that she took great pride in.
As she walked in, she greeted Reggie with a bright smile. "Hi, Reggie! I'm here to give you some milk." Cece's voice was soft and sweet, just like her personality. Reggie couldn't help but blush at the thought of Cece providing him with milk.
Cece noticed Reggie's apprehension and let out a small giggle, taking his hands in hers. "Don't be shy, Reggie. We drink each other's milk here to provide sustenance to those who can't produce their own. That's all." Her tone said it was no big deal, but she bit her bottom lip with a hint of excitement.
Reggie nodded, beginning to understand the unique mechanics of this world. "I see.
It's just a way of nourishment and survival," Reggie said, still in slight disbelief but trying to comprehend the situation.
Cece beamed. "Yes! And you'll love it. I always get compliments on my milk. Patrons always say it's very sweet, like honey." She lifted her vest top to reveal her breast. The nipple, rosy and inviting, stood at attention. Cece's chest was firm yet soft, a paradox that delighted the senses. Her milk let down in response to his gaze, a small pearl of white liquid forming at the tip.
Reggie, always the scientist and observer, couldn't help but marvel at the miracle of biology before him. He leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her milk. It flowed easily, nourishing and fulfilling a need he never knew he had.
The softness of Cece's skin against his lips, and the warm hum of her satisfaction stirred feelings of an indescribable intimacy within him. It was clear that Cece enjoyed providing him with sustenance - her fingers gently running through his hair as he drank from her.
Again, a blue notification screen appeared before him.
+25 EXP Reggie blinked, trying to process the fact that he was earning experience points for drinking milk.
As he drank, Cece continued to run her fingers through his hair, eyes closed and breathing heavily. The intimacy of the situation wasn't lost on Reggie, but he couldn't deny the comfort it brought him.
Suddenly, the quest from earlier popped up in front of him again.
Help the Milk Bar increase production- Reward: 500 EXP + 100 Milk Coins .
A new message followed, alerting him that he had reached level two and the option to specialize was now available.
Reggie would have to look into the specialization later when he was alone. In the meantime, Reggie resolved to help Brooke as much as he could.
Cece's milk stopped flowing and Reggie licked the last drop from her nipple before pulling away. The act sent a shiver of pleasure down Cece's body, but she tried to hide her desire with a bright smile.
"Did you enjoy that, Reggie?" she asked, though her voice wavered slightly.
He couldn't help but feel guilty, considering she had no idea they were inside a game he had created. "Very much so," he replied honesty, pulling away reluctantly.
Cece gave him a proud smile. "I'm glad you did," she said as she pulled her vest top down and buttoned it up. "I hope you come find me again soon."
Reggie nodded, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the weight of his decision to keep his true identity a secret.
How could he explain that he was the one who had programmed this world, the one who had brought them here?
"Thanks again, Cece. That really hit the spot." Reggie shifted, making moves to sit up from his spot on the couch. "Not that I mind drinking from you," Reggie started, trying to chose his words carefully, "But why don't you express your milk?"
Cece cocked her head. Her brows pinched together in a look of confusion. "Express? What do you mean?"
It dawned on Reggie that the reason the women in the bar fed their patrons milk straight from the source wasn't a marketing choice, but the only way they knew how to provide milk. At the realization, Reggie knew how he was going to fulfill his quest. He would help express their milk!
Reggie smiled reassuringly at Cece, then explained the process: "Expressing milk is when you squeeze it out, but instead of drinking it, we can store it to sell later."
Her forehead creased as she tried to understand. "Why would we do that?"
He took a deep breath, grasping onto patience. "Well, if we could sell the milk in bottles, we could make more money for the Milk Bar. You'd have more control on how much milk..." He stopped himself, realizing Cece was not the one he should be taking with about this. He needed to talk to the owner of the Milk Bar, Brooke.
Reggie frowned, thinking how to bring up the topic without arousing suspicion. He didn't want to reveal his secret to Cece, who had been nothing but kind and helpful to him.
Cece looked up at Reggie, her golden eyes full of curiosity. "Reggie, are you okay? You seem distracted."
He gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, I promise.
Just thinking about how we can improve the Milk Bar," Reggie reassured Cece, not wanting to reveal too much.
"Oh, I see! Well, if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know. I love this place and I want to see it thrive." Cece's enthusiasm was infectious, but Reggie couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt.
"Thank you, Cece. I appreciate your offer. I should get some rest now, though. I'll see you later." Reggie said, patting her hand.
Cece nodded, satisfied with his response. She stood up and made her way towards the door. Just before exiting the room, she turned around and gave Reggie a playful wink. "See you later, Reggie." Cece said before closing the door behind her.
Reggie sighed and sank back into the couch, the weight of his secret a burden on his shoulders. He glanced at the blue notification screen that was still displayed in front of him.
He could feel his body beginning to relax, the effects of Cece's milk taking its course. His mind began to wander as he closed his eyes, imagining all the things he could do in this strange new world.