When the Fracture tore open gates across America, the awakened became humanity's new aristocracy. 

They cleared dungeons, leveled up, and built platinum-tier empires while the rest of the world watched from the sidelines.

Jace Monroe wasn't watching, he was dying.

Transmigrated into the body of an overweight lottery winner at San Nicolas Academy, he woke up with 72 hours to live and a system that made one thing very clear: survival wasn't about combat skills or mana capacity.

It was about milking awakened women for their essence.

The Divine Milking System doesn't care about his rank, his reputation, or the fact that everyone at the academy sees him as a "Scratch-Off" destined to wash out. It only cares about one metric: how many women he can convince to trust him, bond with him, and let him extract their power.

Every cup of essence extends his lifespan. Every ability he steals starts at the lowest rank but scales with points. And every woman who becomes his "Cow" brings him one step closer to surviving in a world designed to chew him up and spit him out.

But San Nicolas Academy is a social warzone where guild heirs, international prodigies, and ruthless competitors will do anything to climb the ranks. And Jace? He's got 270 pounds, zero combat experience, and a system that demands he seduce his way to the top.

To survive the academy, he'll need to master more than dungeon tactics and mana theory.

 He'll need to build a harem, steal their powers, and prove that even the biggest underdog can milk the system for everything it's worth.
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Her cheeks flushed darker. "I'm not on birth control."


My brain caught up to my dick about fifteen seconds too late.


Right. Birth control. Real-world consequences. Things that mattered when you weren't thinking with your downstairs brain.


Good question. Did the Divine Milking System account for pregnancy? Was that even possible? The codex didn't mention it. The interface didn't have a fertility tracker.


I mentally pulled up the status screen.


Nothing. No warnings. No alerts. No red flags.


Either it wasn't a problem or the system didn't care enough to tell me.


"The system would probably warn me if—"


Chapter 54 - 54 | Realizing My Assassin Roommate Heard Everything.