Monster Girl Development Master

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What could Zhuang Sen say? He could only place her head down on the chair. After all, she was a vampire, and being upside down was a racial talent, so he wasn't worried about anything happening. Then, Zhuang Sen slowly withdrew the still relentlessly pursuing vampire from the lair. Finally, even though he was exhausted, the still quite large Zhuang Sen trembled slightly as he withdrew from the lair entrance.

With this shake, the already overflowing essence was flung into a ball, landing near the stunned Anjie's mouth.

The strong, unpleasant odor stimulated Shadow Harpy's sense of smell up close, and the sticky texture traveled through his delicate facial skin to his brain. Shadow Harpy, who was already struggling to resist his desires, stared at Zhuang Sen with dissatisfaction and disgust, and subconsciously followed his instincts to stick out his tongue and sweep it across the corner of his mouth.

grunt.

As she finished swallowing, Ange realized what she had done, and what was even harder for her to accept was that she actually felt good. And it wasn't because she had eaten that kind of thing, but because she had eaten Zhuang Sen's thing.

The monster girl's instincts, the hunting instincts of the shadow harpy, declared to her that she should hunt this perfect prey before her, the only prey in her life. She would ravage every inch of his skin, imbue every part of his body with her scent, and make him infuse each of her eggs with his essence—only he could do it! It had to be him!

The intense impulse made Ange's black feathers bristle, and her dark, deep eyes stared intently at Zhuang Sen, who was tired but still strong. Her [Eagle Eye] ability made her feel as if she were right in front of Zhuang Sen, able to see even the wrinkles and textures clearly, which aroused her even more.

However, she restrained herself, mainly because she knew she couldn't win. Zhuang Sen was just one potion away from completing his third awakening. Although she was much stronger than she used to be, fighting a bloodline user who had reached the third awakening was still a bit too much to ask. Besides, even if she didn't go, Zhuang Sen would definitely come. That despicable bastard, he talked a good game, but actually used such disgusting methods to attack her mind. He would definitely do even worse things next, like making her fly in the air while he bullied her and danced, or making her crawl on the ground with her butt sticking up...

Thinking about the strange scenes she'd read in those unspeakable, mysterious books, Anjie's resolve gradually hardened; she would not yield! Therefore…

So when she watched Zhuang Sen approach Mira, who was hanging upside down in the chair, and gently prop up her head and upper body with cushions, she didn't react at all.

Mira kissed Zhuang Sen on the cheek and giggled, "Looks like someone couldn't hold back anymore, Zhuang Sen, were you really not doing that on purpose?"

Zhuang Sen rolled his eyes: "Do I look that weird?"

Mira: "Then Lydia's head must have accidentally touched those weird places last night, right?"

"Ahem." Zhuang Sen looked up at the sky. He couldn't very well say that this was a game he had wanted to try ever since he learned about the Headless Knight Girl in his past life.

Mira gave a soft snort, ceasing her teasing of Zhuang Sen. Instead, she turned her attention to Ange, whose gaze was burning as if she wanted to pierce Zhuang Sen's skin: "Miss Ange, don't rush to drool over my man. How's your own bloodline?"

Mira, who had personally experienced it, was well aware of the effects of the Zhuang Sen Essence. Although that little bit of essence couldn't even increase the bloodline development rate by 1%, it didn't mean it would have no effect at all! Even a 0.1% increase far exceeded the normal progress rate of a bloodline user, and its effect was comparable to some low-level rare and precious materials.

Hearing Mira's words with a heavy smile, Ange felt somewhat indignant, but she didn't argue. Instead, she silently sensed her own condition and discovered that her bloodline development rate had increased from 8% to 8.08%!

"Looks like you're getting a feel for it? That's right, Zhuang Sen's essence can enhance bloodline development and strengthen the state of monster girls like us." Mira twisted her head, looking down at the shocked Ange, and coaxed, "So, Miss Ange, what do you plan to do next? As you can see, this thing is very rare, especially since there are already five people who need it, and there will be more in the future, right? What do you plan to use to exchange for it?"

"Or are you planning to refuse? Refuse the opportunity to complete three awakenings in a few months, or even look forward to four or five awakenings? Haven't you felt the changes in your bloodline yet? Do you think my dear Zhuang Sen can give you an even better bloodline?"

At this moment, in Anjie's ears, the scholar's intellectual and elegant voice was like a devil's temptation. And the changes in her bloodline were like the devil's fragrant bait, making her want to continue forward even knowing that there was an abyss ahead.

Zhuang Sen even wondered if his scholar had become a little too wicked. Was the vampire bloodline really that powerful? Or was the elegant and intellectual scholar actually a cunning and wicked woman at heart?

As Zhuang Sen tried to communicate with Mira through his eyes, Ange's inner turmoil finally subsided. She bit her lower lip and said, "I agree, come on!"

Having said that, she closed her eyes in humiliation and spread her wings.

And then, nothing happened.

Mira chuckled and said, "You agree, but Zhuang Sen might not. After all, you've caused so much trouble. Maybe it's better to kill you...right, former president of the Anti-Zhuang Sen Alliance, now Miss Prisoner?"

Ange understood Mira's meaning. All the previous struggles and determinations, all the thoughts and games she had played, were condensed into two cold choices in Mira's ruthless words: to live a lowly and pitiful life, or to die with firm pride.

Her lips trembled slightly as she looked at Zhuang Sen, who had stood up. She didn't even know what her gaze was like.

Mira's constantly shifting statements, her erratic behavior, and the various objective facts and changes all confused Ange's intelligent mind. Most importantly, Ange always knew that her life wasn't in her own hands; she just mistakenly believed she had a choice—this is where Ms. Mira's most malicious aspect lies.

How terrifying, a vampire, or perhaps Mira?

Zhuang Sen sighed and walked to An Jie's side. He gently stroked An Jie's small and delicate face. The pitiful expression, like that of a hungry chick, gradually disappeared with Zhuang Sen's touch, replaced by a surge of joy and anticipation, and even a hint of trust.

Zhuang Sen lowered his head slightly without saying a word, his lips pressing against An Jie's forehead, then moving down her cheeks, past her brightening eyes, past her delicate nose, and finally to her lips. Zhuang Sen paused slightly, as if hesitating, and the nervous An Jie immediately offered her fragrant lips. Her soft, creamy lips awkwardly pressed against Zhuang Sen's, the inexperienced girl almost knocking out her teeth, yet she dared not show any pain, cautiously as if serving a deity.

Zhuang Sen exhaled a warm breath, and he skillfully opened his mouth to capture An Jie's lips, personally guiding her to learn the technique. His deep black eyes slightly lifted, gazing into An Jie's equally dark eyes. His gentle gaze caused An Jie's lower body to twitch, as if she were about to expel a bird egg.

The gentle kiss ended as her lips parted, and Anjie opened her mouth slightly, seemingly lost, leaning towards Zhuang Sen, but Zhuang Sen pressed her shoulders down: "Anjie, what happens next is a different story, isn't it?"

The gentle tone was like a breeze, causing Anjie's heart, which had been plunging into despair after a series of blows, to suddenly rebound. Her last bit of resistance vanished, and she broke free of her restraints. The chains that had been tightly binding her snapped instantly, along with the last remaining fabric covering her body, revealing her youthful body brimming with girlish vitality.

A delicate little lotus flower blooms red on a body as white as jade. Below her slender and soft belly is a patch of pure white. Between her slightly raised mons pubis, sticky spring water flows continuously from a pink honey slit, falling onto her soft thighs and flowing all the way to her small feet, which have now turned into ferocious claws.

But before the honeyed water arrived, the ferocious claws had already transformed back into crystal-clear jade feet, with each of the ten toes distinct, white with a hint of pink, like pearls. The arches of the feet, taut with shyness, clearly showed blue lines, making them irresistible to the eye.

Known for her shrewdness, greed, and cunning, Ange Leon now resembled an innocent and delicate young girl, timidly waiting for Zhuang Sen to plucking her.

Zhuang Sen grabbed the alluring little foot with one hand, gently kneading it, and finally said, "I'm coming in, my dear sister~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Da Zhuangsen parted the narrow passage and went against the current, pausing only briefly before reaching the deepest part in one breath.

Pain, itching, swelling, pleasure—all sorts of sensations made Anjie momentarily lose her senses, but Zhuang Sen had no intention of waiting. Harpy's bird hole was too tight, even tighter than the dwarf woman's, squeezing Zhuang Sen so hard that he could only speed up his movements to avoid being tightly bound.

To make it easier to exert force, he could only grab Anjie's two small feet with both hands and lift them up. Anjie had no ability or desire to resist. Her original final plan also became useless in the face of the violent impact, just like her limp wings. Her whole body was completely molded into Zhuang Sen's appearance in the midst of intense physical and psychological pleasure.

The author says:

Author's Note: This chapter was quite difficult to write. Originally, it was going to be a more traditional BDSM style, like abdominal thrusting, but halfway through I felt there were some character issues, so I changed it to a husband-and-wife team-up PUA. I think it's alright... Anyway, please vote with your monthly tickets!

Chapter 97: Jealousy and Fighting

As the sun rose higher and set, Zhuang Sen changed his clothes again, preparing to contact the Church of the Goddess of Commerce to see if he could retrieve the forbidden book that Ange had sold them. Miss Mira, who had begun to dislike the sunlight, folded her bat wings, sipping milk mixed with the essence she had personally extracted, while happily flipping through the book in her hands, occasionally sticking out her pink tongue to sweep the milk clinging to her lips into her mouth.

"What a pervert."

Ange, who had already folded her wings and claws, spoke in a "low voice," though it was unclear who she was referring to. After the initial shock subsided, she realized she had been manipulated by Mira and Zhuang Sen in a coordinated attack. But to be honest, it felt pretty good…

Thinking of Zhuang Sen's gentle yet rough affection, and feeling the rapidly increasing power within her, Anjie felt no regret, only a slight annoyance with Mila. Clearly a perverted woman from out of town, yet she acted so elegant and intellectual, and stayed so close to Zhuang Sen—she wasn't jealous that Mila could drink Zhuang Sen's milk to her heart's content!

That's right, that's exactly it. It has absolutely nothing to do with Johnson liking Mira more or giving Mira more milk!

Ange stared at Mira, while Zhuang Sen looked at Ange, speechless. Could it be that his penis was really mixed with ice? How could it be that he was subdued with just one shot?

Just kidding, Zhuang Sen knew very well the reasons for Anjie's change of heart.

Ultimately, it was the immense profit that convinced her. The entirely new monster girl bloodline and the new method for rapid power-up were enough to sway Ange's shrewd business acumen and persuade her to join.

—That's what Zhuang Sen thought.

His thinking was correct, but not quite right, because he overlooked the biggest interest—himself.

Ange looked at Mira, both angry and already plotting how to help her beloved brother Zhuang Sen and make up for her previous foolishness. But first, she needed to figure out how far her dear brother intended to go: was becoming a king enough, or did he want to build a vast empire, or even unify the entire world?

This is very important because she, Zhuang Sen's dearest sister, would never disobey her brother's wishes! Of course, it would be best if she unified the entire world, after all, that way, she would be the undisputed number one businesswoman in the world!

As for whether Zhuang Sen can achieve this, even if he does nothing else, as long as he sleeps with the monster girls he transforms into every day, he will eventually be able to unify the world.

So Angela was actually very angry about Mira's previous deliberate disruption. Why didn't she just let Zhuang Sen have his way with her instead of doing such pointless things? Sigh, the Kingdom of Thousand Towers.

Ange's thoughts were churning wildly when she suddenly felt a little weightless. She then realized that Zhuang Sen had picked her up without her noticing. She immediately flashed a smug smile and looked down at Mira. Mira, too lazy to argue with this self-controlled female dog who had been trained, simply gulped down her milk.

Tsk, diluted it definitely doesn't taste as good as drinking it straight.

From the side came Anjie's sweet voice: "Brother Zhuang Sen~ Is there anything I can do for you?"

Then came Zhuang Sen's normal voice: "Be normal, stop acting so pretentious. Since you're so free, go and clean up your allies later, so they don't block the road."

Mira nodded slightly. Oh, it was important business. Then it was fine. Of course, even if it wasn't important business, it wouldn't concern her. After all, she and Zhuang Sen were just business partners.

"No problem, brother~"

Anjie agreed to Zhuang Sen's request, but her tone was still cloyingly sweet, as if she had been coated with ten pounds of honey. Mira couldn't help but slam her wooden cup on the table. Damn it, can't you have any self-awareness that you're a subjugated captive? Who are you calling "brother"? Who's your brother!

"Zhuang Sen, let's go."

Unable to bear it any longer, Miss Mira took Zhuang Sen's hand and draped a black cloak over her entire body.

Zhuang Sen glanced at the sunlight outside, which had weakened considerably, and squeezed Mira's soft, cold little hand: "If you're not feeling well, you must tell me, Mira."

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of fool who can't see the situation clearly and only acts according to old experience." Mira's voice was still elegant and intellectual, but it had a bit more aggression in it. However, her attack was just right, leaving Ange unable to retaliate, and she could only sullenly burrow into Zhuang Sen's arms.

Feeling the increased force in his chest and palms simultaneously, Zhuang Sen could only smile. This level of jealousy was inevitable; as long as it didn't escalate into a chaotic scene, it would be fine. However, since the monster girls all followed him, such a situation wouldn't occur. Even if a chaotic scene did happen, he would simply beat them all to their knees, turning them into silver-faced figures.

The three stepped outside, and the sunlight streamed down. Mira let out a soft hum, and the small hand she was holding, which was now burning hot, made Zhuang Sen stop immediately and step aside to shield her from the sunlight. Mira gently shook her head, a smile playing on her lips beneath her hood: "I'm fine. It's not as hot as Zhuang Sen's."

He can still say such witty things; he really seems to be fine.

Zhuang Sen patted Mira's head and quickly walked towards the stables, choosing a shady spot—once he got into the carriage, everything would be fine.

Anjie, nestled in Zhuang Sen's arms, looked down at Mila with a serious expression. She should have known better. This perverted scholar was so good at seducing Zhuang Sen, how could she not know how to act cute? How despicable.

Mira raised her head slightly, letting the curve of her lips reach Ange's eyes. She was just a stupid prisoner who wanted to fight her. What an idiot.

With their gazes mingling like open and covert attacks, the three arrived at the stables. However, before they could find Zhuang Sen's private carriage, several familiar figures came into view.

"Zhuang Sen~"

"Dear~"

"Zhuang, Master Zhuang Sen..."

"Lord Johnson."

Dantalian, Nia, Hana, and Loris, leading the four war church priests who were bound to death with iron chains, looked at Zhuang Sen in astonishment.

"Dantrian, Nia." Johnson dropped Ange, put Mira in the carriage, caught the adorable dwarf girl who pounced on him, then looked up and gave Dantalian a passionate kiss before freeing his hand to ruffle Hana's green hair. Loris, whose hands were now bound by two iron chains, watched this scene with a helpless shake of her head.

Ange and Mira, who had been left behind, exchanged a glance, both seeing relief in each other's eyes.

There are too many enemies.

After a day apart, the group lingered intimately for a while. Zhuang Sen pulled his tongue out of Nia's mouth and looked at Dantalian: "Dantrian, how did you get here? Didn't those people outside stop you?"

"The manor situation has been taken care of, and Knight Harper can handle the rest, so we came to help. As for this place, Bishop Rosa is watching outside; they wouldn't dare to make a move," Dantalian explained simply, then added sarcastically, "Miss Mira is one thing, there were signs all along, but what's going on with Miss Angela?"

Faced with Dantalian's taunts, Mira looked down at the ground as if the shadows on the ground were some rare masterpiece, while Ange looked up at the sky as if the dim sunlight had turned into a sky full of flying gold.

Then the two looked at each other again, this time with a hint of mockery in Anjie's eyes: I thought someone was of such high status, but it turns out yesterday was also their first time. Wasn't that also stealing a man?

Mira glared back defiantly: "No matter what, I'm still better than you, a prisoner. We're a couple who like each other. You're just a trained female dog!"

The friendship that had just begun to blossom was shattered once again.

Nia grinned and smeared her saliva on Zhuang Sen's face: "What's wrong with that? Anyway, Zhuang Sen is so strong, it's good to have more people to share the burden."

Loris and Hannah, standing to the side, had complex expressions, but the former was more "shocked to the core" while the latter was "envious, jealous, and wanted to sneak away."

In short, Zhuang Sen was very pleased.

But some people are not so happy.

Chapter 98: The Horse Trapped in Thorns

While Johnson was enjoying a pleasant post-war silver party, the outside world was undergoing dramatic changes.

Countess Lia Faro, the highest-ranking official of the Faro Merchant Guild in the territory of Leon, was nearly assassinated by a priestess of the Church of War, and dozens of Leon's sons were even suspected of involvement—this was already a huge political storm, but it paled in comparison to another matter.

That is, all the bloodline members below the bishop of the War Church were mobilized to attack Johnson Leon's Thorn Manor, but they were all wiped out and captured alive by Johnson Leon, a young man who was only sixteen years old. The only result was that more than a dozen farmers' wooden houses were burned down.

This isn't just shameful, it's downright disgraceful!

Because the emblem of the Church of War is a red horse leaping high, this conflict, which ended in one night, was called "Horse Trapped in Thorns." After a day of fermentation, the news spread rapidly along countless flying ravens and galloping horses to the nobles of Leon and even to other territories.

However, what is most eye-catching is not the disgrace of the War Church, but the strength displayed by Johnson Leon.

Before this, everyone thought Thorn Manor was only promising for the future. Although it had many bloodline users, they had only awakened once, and it would take at least ten years to develop before it could rise to prominence. But now? The strength of the War Church is evident to all. A level 3 bloodline user who had awakened twice, a level 2 bloodline user who had awakened twice, and two level 1 bloodline users—this lineup, and with a sneak attack, still lost without any chance to fight back, and couldn't even seriously injure a single one.

So, besides Priestess Lolis from the Church of Vengeance, Zhuang Sen needs at least two other bloodline users who have undergone secondary awakening, right? And they need to be quite powerful in combat! This way, after dealing with the secondary awakening bloodline users from the Church of War, they can ensure that the first-awakening bloodline users do not suffer any casualties.

But as everyone knows, aside from Rom Harper, who is a Level 1 bloodline user, the rest of the people at Thorn Manor have only recently awakened their bloodlines. How could they possibly have already awakened a second time? That's not bloodline!

There must be a secret!

Whether it's a method to quickly enhance one's bloodline or a treasure that allows one to defeat opponents of higher levels, it has attracted the attention of all bloodline holders and nobles! Everyone sprang into action, trying to find out the specifics.

However, Glory Manor is currently closed to visitors. Apart from the envoys of Earl Cross and the Farau Merchant Guild, who were received, and Bishop Rosa of the Church of Vengeance, who was allowed to linger, everyone else was turned away. Therefore, many people turned their attention to the other side of this conflict: the Church of War.

“Bishop Charles, don’t worry, it’s just a temporary setback. We still have you and High Priest Wall. We’ll get that kid Johnson’s secret sooner or later!”

The bishop of the Healing Church looked at Charles with concern, his face full of indignation. He seemed particularly indignant about the defeat of the War Church. It would be best if he didn't mention the secret of Johnson.

Charles was too lazy to beat around the bush and said bluntly, "I really only sent people there to destroy Johnson's blacksmith workshop and damage his arms business."

The bishop of the Healing Church nodded earnestly: "I know, I know, but there's no way to stop him from there now. The only way is to get the secrets about him..."

Charles took a deep breath: "Get out!"

The bishop of the Healing Church exclaimed in surprise, "What?"

"Get out of my temple, you fool!"

Charles's eyes blazed with fury as he roared and howled, successfully conveying his meaning to the bishop of the Healing Church, who then quickly left.

This also confirmed to the bishop of the Healing Church that Charles was suspicious. Originally, if the goal was simply to disrupt Johnson's arms business, sending people to attack Thorn Manor, destroy the blacksmith's workshop, and kidnap the blacksmith would have been enough. Why did he send someone to assassinate Leah Farrau? Just for the arms business, he assassinated his wife right under the nose of the Kingdom's Minister of Intelligence?

Charles, you are a fiery horse, not a brain-dead horse!

Having driven away the obviously suspicious bishop of the Healing Church, Charles took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to rush out and kill Johnson. He picked up a piece of paper and began writing to Earl Cross again. This was the thirtieth letter since last night. And he hadn't received a single reply, not even a rebuke or a severing ties!