Dion Galador suddenly started to wake up. Although, this sensation of waking up felt more like he was gradually fading into existence like some sort of never ending PowerPoint transition.
Then he saw her. Her hair cascaded like threads of gold reminiscent of honey and wheat as they'd be seen in a professional photograph. Her smile was radiant, it felt as if it could melt stone.
"Ah, you're awake," the goddess said, kneeling beside him. "I am Demeter, goddess of harvest. And you, dear one, fell into my bath."
Dion blinked. "Demeter… it really is Danmachi…"
Then he suddenly realized what she said…
She said bath…
Then his gaze gradually lowered and he realized that the goddess before him was naked, not even covered up by a towel.
She tilted her head. "Dan… what? Never mind. I'm just glad you're okay. I was worried when you suddenly fell into my bath tub. Although it's plenty spacious and you didn't land on top of me, it was still quite startling."
As Demeter helped him sit up, a gentle chime rang in his mind. For some reason it sounded sorta like a cow bell…
[System Install Complete]
You have been recognized as Lacticia's Apostle⸻ You have unlocked: The Milking System
Abilities will passively grow through emotional bonding, nourishment sharing, and divine affinity. Growth is predominantly gained by breast feeding. This is especially effective when doing so for the first time with each woman suckled. The abilities gained and stats enhanced are a determined by the individual whose breasts you suck on.
Dion swallowed. Milking… system?
At least he wasn't in a combat-only cheat setup, and it seemed like his growth wasn't entirely reliant on breast feeding.
With that sudden notification taken care of, Dion returned to reality. Or was this heaven?
The goddess before him was almost as beautiful as Lactatia.
Her mature figure and warm presence we're both relaxing and incredibly stimulating.
And what popped into Dion's mind at the sight was 'Holy shit! Demeter is soooo hot! Much hotter than she was in the anime… who'd have thought that waifus are so much more attractive Irl?'
She was so sexy that Dion was momentarily worried he'd get hard from this arousing situation, especially since his now soaked clothes would only serve to make it more noticeable.
Thankfully, It seems like his reincarnation or maybe it's more like a transfer? Whatever, thankfully it seems like it had some lingering side effects and he was saved by a temporary case lf erectile disfunction.
Demeter smiled, "Such an adorable child. You look confused. Don't worry, I'm here for you. Come—join my familia. I'll take good care of you."
Her hand was soft and warm.
Dion took it as if it was the most natural thing to do.
And just like that, his new life had started.
Demeter helped Dion to his feet.
"What is your name child?"
"It's Dion… Dion Galador."
"Interesting… that's an odd name and its origins are from the language of my pantheon… Just as I thought! Your spontaneous appearance is meant to be! It must be fate!"
"Now, take off your clothes so I can give you my Falna and then we can get you some dry
Dion hesitated at Demeter's words. Take off your clothes? His mind immediately went into overdrive. He had just woken up in what seemed like a divine bath, he's now officially become the Apostle a sexy goddess and gained a "Milking System," and now the Greek goddess of harvest herself was asking him to strip.
Part of him was thinking 'Yes! Yes! Yes! Let's do it!'
But his rational side killed those dreamy thoughts with his understanding that he needs to show his back for Demeter to give him her Falna and that he needs to change into dry clothes.
Still, the thought of stripping in front of this beautiful woman was embarrassing. Not that he's ashamed of his body, it's a normal reaction to this kind of situation.
"Uh… wait, wait, wait," Dion stammered, his voice slightly cracking like a teenager caught sneaking snacks at midnight. "You mean… right here? In front of you?"
Demeter tilted her head, her golden hair shimmering like wheat swaying in the wind. Her expression was calm, almost motherly, but with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Of course. How else would I inscribe my blessing upon you? The Falna is carved into the flesh of the back. It requires direct contact. Do you think I can do it through wet clothes?"
Dion's face burned. "I… I guess not…"
He glanced down at his soaked outfit. His shirt clung to him like a second skin, his pants heavy with bathwater. He looked ridiculous, like a drowned rat standing before a goddess.
Although, now that he looked… this drowned rat was significantly more in shape than he remembered being as a teenager.
'I guess I can thank Lactacia for that"
Demeter chuckled softly. "Don't be shy. You're my child now. Familia members must trust their goddess. Besides, I've seen countless mortals bare themselves before me. You're no different. Well… besides the fact that you are much cuter than my other children."
Her words were reassuring, but Dion's heart still raced. He wasn't sure if this was embarrassment, excitement, or sheer disbelief. This is insane. I died—or maybe I didn't?—and now I'm in Danmachi, standing naked in front of Demeter. And she's… she's way hotter than the anime version.
He swallowed hard, then slowly peeled off his shirt. The fabric clung stubbornly, but he managed to tug it free. His pants followed, heavy and dripping, until he stood in nothing but his underwear.
'I'm sort of shredded… I'm not buff or anything but damn!'
Demeter raised an eyebrow. "All of it, child."
Dion froze. "Wait, wait, wait—everything?"
"Yes," she said simply, her tone firm but gentle. "We need to get you out of those wet clothes, wouldn't want you to catch a cold. Do not worry. I am a goddess. Your mortal modesty is of little consequence to me."
Dion's brain screamed in protest, but his body obeyed. With trembling hands, he slipped off the last barrier of cloth. He stood exposed, shivering slightly, his skin prickling from the cool air of the bath chamber.
Demeter's gaze was serene, not lustful, at least not openly, Dion couldn't tell what she was thinking. She reached out, her hand warm against his shoulder. "Good. Now, turn around."
Dion obeyed, facing away from her. He heard her shift closer, felt her presence like sunlight at his back.
"I hope she doesn't peg…" Dion accidentally muttered aloud much to his embarrassment upon realizing she heard him.
"Hahaha," Demeter laughs, "Such an amusing child! I assure you you don't need to worry about that."
Unfortunately due to what seems like some sort of Isekai side effect, at least he hopes it is, Dion unknowingly said his thoughts aloud, "Such a beautiful laugh. Pleasant to the ears. Melodious."
He'd remain blissfully unaware of that last accidental compliment however because Demeter didn't reply, the only proof she heard it was a slight blush of her cheeks.
Then, Demeter recovered from her momentary fluster, and with a touch as soft as falling petals, she pricked her finger with a thorn she conjured with what little divinity she can muster under her seal, and placed her hand between his shoulder blades.
At the moment lf contact with her ichor, a surge of energy coursed through him. It was as if roots were burrowing into his flesh, vines wrapping around his spine, blossoms blooming beneath his skin. He gasped, his knees buckling, but Demeter's hand steadied him.
"Do not resist," she whispered. "This is the bond between goddess and child. My blessing flows into you, shaping your destiny and releasing your potential."
The sigil of the goddess of harvest and lines of divine script etched themselves onto his back, glowing faintly before fading into invisibility. Dion felt them burn and cool, sting and soothe, all at once. It was overwhelming, yet strangely comforting.
Finally, Demeter withdrew her hand. "It is done. You now bear my Falna. You are part of my familia."
Dion collapsed to his knees, panting. "That… that was intense… or maybe it wasn't? I'm not really sure how exactly to describe the feeling just that there was definitely a sensation."
Demeter smiled, her expression radiant. "You will grow stronger now. But remember, strength is not only in battle. My familia values harmony, nourishment, and the cycles of life. You are not a weapon, Dion Galador. You are a seed. And seeds must be nurtured."
Her words resonated with him. He wasn't just some isekai protagonist thrown into endless combat. He had been given something different—a system tied to nourishment, bonding, and intimacy. It was embarrassing, yes, but also strangely fitting. And maybe, just maybe this lewd development system would end up being a dream come true.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
"You are very welcome my child." Demeter said as she embraced me in a hug. A very normal hug despite the lack of clothing.
"Now that that's taken care of, why don't you join me while I resume my bath? I'll explain the details of your Falna and any abilities or magic you have."
Caught a little off guard, Dion replied with a simple "Ok" and joined her as they stepped int the large tub which seemed more like a small pool, and slowly submerged into the relaxing, healing warmth it provided.
"Mmm~" Demeter accidentally released a soft moan as all the tension in her body relaxed in the warm water.
Dion heard this but remained stoic on the outside despite it being incredibly stimulating. Thankfully the gentle bubbles from the jets lining the walls of the tub, the thin layer of steam, and slight coloration of the water from medicinal herbs and bath salts prevented his visible arousal from being seen as his temporary ED had clearly just worn off.
Dion broke the slight tension that was building due to Demeter's mild embarrassment by asking about his Falna.
"Yes! Your Falna… Sonce I don't have a paper to write it down I'll just explain it to you."
"The Falna is a divine blessing that a god or goddess places on a mortal's back, allowing them to grow stronger. Once someone receives a Falna, everything they do—fighting monsters, training, learning magic, surviving danger—generates Excelia, which is basically experience points tied to specific stats like Strength, Endurance, Agility, Dexterity, and Magic which are represented by numerical values from 0 to 999 starting at I0 and going in reverse alphabetical order in intervals of 100 up until A rank and occasionally talented people surpass 900 and reach the realm of an S rank stat. However, Excelia doesn't automatically raise those stats. The person's deity must perform an update, which involves dripping a drop of their blood onto the adventurer's Falna. This converts all the collected Excelia into actual stat increases and can also reveal new skills or magic spells that formed based on the adventurer's personal experiences and unique traits. Over time, when a person accumulates enough Excelia across many challenges, their god can authorize a Level Up, which dramatically boosts their overall abilities and potential. The Falna also records personal skills and magic, and only the deity who granted it can read or modify it. In simple terms, the Falna is a god-given, experience-based growth system that evolves in response to the adventurer's actions and their bond with their patron deity."
"Currently you are level 1 and are at the base level of I0 in all of your stats. As for whether or not you're talented, only time will tell, but it seems like you're going to be since you have 3 skills from the start"
"Your first skill is… what the? How odd, it's unreadable, it's just some unrecognizable symbols. The description is the same except for a single word: system."
"Well then, moving on, your second skill is Dominic Toretto Wincest? I don't know what that means, but the explanation is that you game strength from forming bonds and interacting with women who are considered family and who you hold affection towards. And…"
Demeter pauses for a second and blushes befor continuing.
"…You can heal from any ailments, injuries, or fatigue as well as gain strength from drinking milk."
Then she looks at me funny while grinning mischievously for a moment before she regains her composure and moves on.
"Your third skill is 'Lactatia's Blessing lf Hand-Eye Coordination' and while I don't know who or what Lactatia is, I can tell you that it boosts dexterity and precision with all things done with your hands. This allows you to accurately target weak points unconsciously and… Oh my! Such a naughty child… and this skill is especially accurate at stimulating the weak points of woman. It boosts sensitivity, and increases milk production and flow. When mastered it can even allow you to do things without your target noticing your touch."
"What an oddly specific example for an otherwise incredible skill. It has great passive effects and has the potential to allow you to attack monsters in their weak points without them even feeling it."
'True' he thought, 'It's basically a passive buff to dexterity and perception combined with the ability to land critical hits at will as well as assassinate enemies…'
Demeter then pulls me into a hug, sending water splashing about as she hurries my face in her cleavage.
"I'm so happy for you my child. Although I'm not sure how to feel about some of your skill descriptions, I'm still glad you have skills that can keep you safe."
Dion unconsciously reciprocates the hug, his hands brushing against Demeter's back. He then feels something dripping onto him amidst the embrace, which isn't weird since they are in the bath but it doesn't feel like bath water…