Monster Girl Development Master

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Wall glanced over coldly, and the latter raised his hands: "Just kidding. It's just that things have blown up, and he has to come out to deal with it and maintain his prestige. That kid named Zhuang Sen has really helped us a lot. Speaking of which, I heard that kid has awakened three times in less than four months. Do you think we should go and take a look?"

Walter ignored him, took a sip of water, and continued carving.

Chapter 104: Blood of Origin

Starry Night Castle, the secret room.

Count Cross stirred the black and red liquid in the large pot, his body covered with black-feathered, red-eyed crows, and more crows flew out from a hidden, narrow passage, just wide enough for them to pass through, cawing incessantly at him.

They were all talking about the same thing: the serial murders of Leon's sons. However, the letters came from different people. The four major churches, various vassals, and even rulers and nobles from other territories all sent him differing opinions on the same matter. He could, of course, ignore them and continue brewing his potions, but doing so would inevitably cause his prestige and influence to plummet.

No vassal would pledge allegiance to a cowardly lord, and a father who dared not come forward even after the deaths of a dozen or so children would certainly be considered a coward. Therefore, he could no longer delay and had to step forward—but the potion could not be stopped.

no solution anymore.

Count Cross stirred the potion, and his shadow, elongated by the candlelight, suddenly rose up and appeared at the desk. He quickly wrote a letter and tied it to a raven.

"Hopefully, those two cults aren't too stupid."

Count Cross picked up a glass bottle and poured the crimson blood inside into the pot, continuing to stir.

……

In the inn, Wall and Lizard remained calmly engaged in their own activities: wood carving in their room and drinking on the balcony, watching the sunlight gradually fade, waiting for Count Cross to appear and confirm whether the cult's strangely named new ritual had been successful.

Suddenly, a cawing bird landed on the balcony railing, cawed twice at Lizad, and raised its left foot, which was bound with a cylinder.

Lizad, holding the bottle, was so surprised that he forgot to put it to his lips.

Wall immediately dropped the wooden carving he was holding and went to the balcony: "Lizad, what have you done!"

"I didn't do anything! I've been right in front of you the whole time!"

Lizad's expression was excited, but his voice was low, and he looked wary to the point of fear, which seemed rather ridiculous. However, Wall couldn't laugh. Although he and Lizad were also "considered" to have third-level bloodlines, they probably couldn't even defeat an average third-level bloodline in a one-on-one fight, let alone Count Cross, who had received a gift from the Order. Moreover, this was Count Cross's territory, and relying on numbers wouldn't work.

So they have always kept a low profile and have never even revealed their bloodline identities. Why would a crow come over?

Seeing that the two remained motionless, the raven cawed again and flew to Lizad's shoulder, offering its left foot to him. Lizad swallowed hard, exchanged a glance with Vol, and then reluctantly reached out, carefully untied the cylinder, and took out the letter inside.

The letter contained only two short sentences: "Half-blood priest, come to the castle to see me. Bring all your tools; I have a use for them."

After spending two minutes confirming those two sentences, Lizad's face turned extremely grim: "Wall, what do we do?"

"What else can we do? Do you think we can escape?" Wall was also helpless. He didn't expect that their whereabouts had been discovered long ago. Why didn't they say anything before, and why are they suddenly being exposed now?

Could it be because he needs to handle the serial murders of Leon's sons, so he wants them to do things related to sacrifice?

Even so, they had no choice but to move on.

After putting away the letter, Lizad and Vol silently packed their luggage and followed the ravens that took flight again toward Starry Night Castle.

……

The secret chamber, its hidden door ajar, revealed Lizad and Vol, each carrying a small backpack and with warhammers and longswords at their waists. Their shadows, elongated by the flickering candlelight, fell upon Count Cross, who had his back to them, before slanting into the shadows beside him, making it seem as if they held the upper hand. But only the two of them knew the depth of their tension and fear.

In their eyes, Count Cross was like darkness and shadow itself, wantonly devouring and binding their shadows, and they had no ability to resist—this was definitely not something a level three bloodline could do!

Vol, who already possessed dark blood, was more affected, so Lizard could only speak up: "Count Cross, congratulations on your successful bloodline evolution. May I ask what you need us for?"

Although it was just a personal feeling, Lizad was certain that Count Cross had completed the ritual and evolved to the fourth level of bloodline! This proved the Order's theory!

This eased Lizad's tension somewhat. After all, since the Order's rituals had proven effective, Count Cross would certainly not target the Order. He might even join the Order completely, making everyone one family!

Count Kross made no attempt to hide anything, nodding, "This is all thanks to the method provided by your Bloodline Order. Although the cost was a bit high, it was indeed effective."

Wall, having recovered slightly, said respectfully, "Earl Cross, now that you have succeeded, do you still need us?"

Kross pointed to the large cauldron in front of him: "Because of my poor children, I have to go out now, but my potion is not finished yet, so I need someone to help me continue brewing it."

Vol looked at Lizard, who said helplessly, "My lord, what kind of potion are you brewing?"

"Don't worry, you definitely will. After all, this is your order's formula, the one that claims to be able to awaken all bloodlines, the 'Blood of Origin'," Count Kross said while stirring. "Your order said that if I successfully evolved, I could use this to complete four awakenings. You weren't lying to me, were you?"

Lizad and Vol exchanged a glance, both seeing the tension and helplessness in each other's eyes. They did indeed know about the "Blood of Origin," and even understood its principles. According to the Order's research, all awakening potions essentially work by stimulating the bloodline, activating it, to achieve awakening. Different potions simply use different methods of stimulation, which is why awakening potions do not guarantee successful bloodline awakening.

The Bloodline Cult, on the other hand, believed that there was a universal stimulation method that could activate all bloodlines, that is, awaken them. They called it the Blood of Origin, and they actually developed it. However, the success rate of using the Blood of Origin to achieve origination... well, within the cult, unless there is no bloodline with the corresponding formula, they would not gamble with the Blood of Origin.

But then again, who knows what Count Kross's fourth-level bloodline is? He certainly doesn't have the corresponding potion recipe, so he can only use the blood of origin.

Lizad: "Yes, sir, I will, and am happy to serve you."

Count Cross nodded: "Then come over here and let me see your skills—by the way, do you have any items that target the Holy attribute?"

Wall pulled an iron box from his backpack: "This is the Box of Blasphemy. Inside are six iron nails forged from the hearts of tainted werewolves. Hitting one will greatly weaken the power of the holy bloodline."

"Is this all?" Count Cross asked, somewhat displeased.

"We're just here to observe the situation, sir." Wall was also helpless. They never intended to fight in the first place. The only reason they brought this was because the Order allowed them to bring some items on missions, so they figured they might as well take them.

"Alright, give him to me, and then keep an eye on my potions." Count Cross waved his hand, and the crows in the secret chamber cawed and took flight, landing in various parts of the chamber and staring at Lizard and Wall.

"I hope you don't have any foolish ideas."

Leaving behind those words, Count Cross transformed into a black shadow and left the secret chamber.

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Chapter 105: One Hundred Percent of the Unranked Angels! (Part 1) 4307 words

When Count Cross began his operation, Johnson was happily slacking off.

The deaths of Leon's sons were none of his concern. With the Church of War backing down, business matters could be entirely entrusted to Rom Harper, a blacksmith for decades, not to mention the Falau Merchant Guild helping with operations. If the Sacred Scale Fruit Tree weren't still at Thorn Manor, Johnson wouldn't even bother returning.

Of course, this doesn't mean he does nothing at all.

He had pushed the bloodline of the Unranked Angel to 90%, just 10% away from reaching 100%, but as the bloodline development progressed, the rate of improvement slowed down. Now that he finally had some free time and the assessment was over, Zhuang Sen planned to perform the [Inheritance] on Hana, Mira, and Ange to see if there were any new gains, but he'd deal with that tomorrow morning.

Zhuang Sen yawned as he walked into his room, then suddenly snapped awake.

Miss Mira sat at the round dining table reading a book. She was still wearing a black Lolita dress, but this time it featured diamond-shaped openings at the chest, back, and waist, revealing her pale skin like starlight in the night, quite eye-catching. Under the table, the loose, short skirt that barely covered her thighs was draped over black stockings, perfectly outlining the long, slender curves of her beautiful legs, and the absolute territory between them was incredibly exciting.

Dantalian was perched on Johnson's bed. She had transformed back into her Lamia form, and her enormous body, which was over six meters long including her snake tail, covered the entire bed. The black lace bra that should have covered all her beautiful flesh could only barely block out a hint of pink in front of the overwhelmingly powerful enemy. The delicate ribbons were completely cut into her alluring flesh, further highlighting the oppressive power of her large breasts.

The sounds of Nia and Ange laughing and joking came from the bathroom attached to the room. The half-closed door was filled with white mist, but what was even whiter were the two tender bodies that were faintly visible. In the clothes basket by the bathroom door, there were two sets of delicate fabrics, one black and one white, which looked brand new.

Lydia, who followed Zhuang Sen in, took off her helmet and placed it on her personal armor rack. Then she removed her head and put it on her back. The two of them, one on each head, began to remove their armor together. Their movements were skilled and fast, revealing her tall and fit mature figure. Her gray-black lace bra half-covered her large breasts, which were slightly smaller than Nia's. The hollowed-out triangular fabric clung to her black forest and sank slightly into the muddy crevice.

Then, Lydia boldly put her arm around Zhuang Sen first, her full, soft breasts pressing heavily on the back of his head, waking him up.

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys today?"

Zhuang Sen spread his arms, letting Lydia undress him, while he looked at the beauties with a puzzled expression. Although he interacted with them intimately every day, he had never been so orderly before; usually, they were in groups of two or three. For example, Dantalian and Nia, Mira and Angela and Nia, Lydia and Nia and Dantalian, and so on.

Zhuang Sen had always thought that they were just shy and not comfortable being with "strange women," but now it seems that wasn't the case.

Dantalian smiled and rubbed her chest, making the poor bra look even smaller: "Didn't you lose too much blood before? So of course you should be more careful."

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Mira closed the book she was holding upside down, her voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Oh, don't worry about it so much... Or are you scared?"

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Nia's voice came from the bathroom, tinged with a hint of teasing: "If, darling, you're too tired, I can just help everyone push the cart today~"

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At this moment, Anjie, completely naked, came out of the bathroom and pointed to several glass bottles on the bedside table: "Brother, I've prepared the medicine, don't worry!"

Alright, alright, is this how you play it? Looks like we'll have to push the Unranked Angel bloodline to 100% tonight!

Zhuang Sen tore off the last piece of cloth covering his body, releasing the pent-up anger that had been building up from the conversation. He strode confidently toward his bed and challenged the evil snake demon.

Seeing Zhuang Sen's actions, Dantalian revealed an even more alluring smile. Her holy white serpentine tail meandered upwards from Zhuang Sen's calves, eagerly wrapping around him and pulling him into her voluptuous and alluring body. Her two soft, sweet, and ripe nipples directly occupied Zhuang Sen's face. Zhuang Sen skillfully found the pink nipples and began to tease and suck them with his tongue. He grasped Dantalian's slender waist with both hands, lifting her languidly leaning against the headboard and pressing her against his body.

Although she had expected it, seeing Zhuang Sen choose Dantalian without hesitation still made Mira, the little jealous girl, feel a pang of envy. However, after glancing at Ange, who had a perfectly straight figure, she felt less jealous. After all, she wasn't the last one.

Anjie flew into a rage, and in her anger she snapped.

She's not stupid. If she does something reckless at this time, what if she gets kicked out? Is she supposed to struggle on her own outside? That would be too tragic.

On the other side, Dantalian was no longer paying attention to her "sisters." The psychological pleasure of being firmly chosen and the physical ecstasy from the passionate kisses combined to make her impatient. Layer upon layer of scales opened one after another, revealing the already moist snake cave. The pink and tender flesh had already taken on the shape of Zhuang Sen after countless thrusts, and now it was even more drooling, with honey water sticking into silvery threads, waiting for the big Zhuang Sen to enter.

Zhuang Sen gently stroked Dantalian's slender waist, then suddenly moved upwards a little, leaving the snake's tail, passing through the snake's den, and landing on Dantalian's flat abdomen.

Dantalian asked, puzzled, "Darling?"

Zhuang Sen bit her lip, squeezing out a reply while tormenting her sacred little mouth that chanted prayers daily: "Let's warm up first~"

Dantalian understood, and with a hint of helplessness, pinched Da Zhuangsen: "Okay, okay... you really like this that much~"

Their passionate kisses parted, and Zhuang Sen moved forward again, placing the large Zhuang Sen between the two soft, fleshy mountains. Dantalian pushed the peaks from both sides with her hands, and the soft, alluring flesh created heavy breast pressure, restricting the large Zhuang Sen's movements.

However, as Zhuang Sen firmly grasped Dantalian's fragrant shoulders, the big Zhuang Sen quickly broke through the restrictions of the giant breast mountain range and sent his proud head into the red lips that still had Zhuang Sen's saliva on them.

“No matter how many times, it always feels spectacular, Dantalian.”

Zhuang Sen thrust forward with all his might. With each collision, even though Dantalian held him with both hands, her soft, sweet, and alluring mature breasts would still shake violently, like towering waves, crushing onto Zhuang Sen's body layer by layer, allowing him to truly experience the soft, sweet, and fragrant aroma of her flesh.

"I'm glad you like it. I was initially worried that it was too big and troublesome, and that it would affect our movement a bit..." Dantalian said, echoing Mira and Angela's words, while rhythmically swallowing and releasing the large head of Zhuang Sen. She was in perfect sync with Zhuang Sen, but her gradually pinkening skin and increasingly heavy breathing revealed her true feelings.

Her beautiful eyes were incredibly moist as she looked pitifully at Zhuang Sen.

After charging towards the cave behind the mountain peak dozens more times, Zhuang Sen patted her face. Dantalian spat out Zhuang Sen's head, pulled down her fingers to open the snake hole, and moved her supple body silently, aligning the snake hole with Zhuang Sen.

The scalding hot object pressed against the moist entrance, rubbed against it slightly, and then, amidst a soft moan, plunged straight into the heart of her flower.

"Ah~"

A seductive, bone-melting moan of satisfaction escaped from her full, red lips. Even though she experienced this almost every day, Dantalian was still incredibly addicted to this pleasure. Her body automatically responded to Zhuang Sen's thrusts, her hands and snake tail tightly entwining around him.

But while she was happy, others weren't.

We agreed to do it once each, but after you've already had your breasts done once, you want to continue? How long are we supposed to wait?!

The most calculating and unscrupulous merchant, Ange, rolled her eyes and instantly switched back to her harpy form. She pounced on Zhuang Sen, who was lying on Dantalian, and wrapped her two wings around his chest. Her fine downy hairs rubbed against Zhuang Sen's nipples, while her sparse, hairless breasts pressed against his back, constantly rubbing against him. Her honeyed juices directly soaked Zhuang Sen's back.

"Anjie!"

Miss Mira, enraged, reverted to her vampire form, her bat wings emerging from the two pre-drilled diamond-shaped openings. However, Ange, who was already firmly gripping Zhuang Sen, remained silent, merely engaging in a brief friction.

At this moment, Lydia walked over, took off her head, and whispered something in Mira's ear. Mira suddenly realized what was happening and transformed into a cute little bat. Together with Lydia's head, they rolled into the gap while Zhuang Sen was pulling away.

Lydia's head was turned to the side, her tongue licking the moist surface of Zhuang Sen's large penis. When the scalding heat stung her tongue, Lydia's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the edge of the bed. On the other side, a small bat took the opportunity to bite Zhuang Sen's skin, sucking the blood with its small mouth, while its two wings covered Zhuang Sen's two breasts, awkwardly rubbing them.

The sudden influx of several types of pleasure, and the fact that they were so unconventional, overwhelmed Zhuang Sen. His erection became harder than ever before, and he could only thrust his hips forward rapidly, roughly sending Dantalian, who was also experiencing the novel sensation, to orgasm.

The scalding essence overflowed, and the tiny bat released Zhuang Sen's skin, falling entirely into it. Meanwhile, Lydia, who was even faster, had already set her sights on another area. Unfortunately, without external force, the headless knight's head could not move on its own and could only watch regretfully as the precious essence slowly dripped down.

Now it was Anjie's turn to be unhappy—why was she the only one who didn't get any food!

Zhuang Sen scooped up his bratty little sister and lifted her down, rubbing her tiny fried egg-shaped face with his large hand: "How many times have I told you? You need to learn to think long-term—not just talk about it!"

"Hey!"

Ange sat down on her little bottom and swallowed the still-recovering Da Zhuangsen into Happy's nest. She then looked at Mira, who had just transformed back into her vampire form, with even more provocation. However, Mira only gave her a pitiful look... Heh, pretending to be dead—Eeeeeeeee!

Even a tall, mature woman would have to be careful when eating such a huge thing, but Ange, a short girl who was only taller than Nia, swallowed it all in one go. The intense impact and pleasure immediately made this short-sighted and unscrupulous businessman's mind go blank, and all he could think about was twisting his waist.

Zhuang Sen was startled. Unable to escape the tight nest, he could only slowly move, gradually unclogging the nest of his silly little sister with the "bird's head." Her slender, petite, yet not overly frail body lay sideways in Zhuang Sen's arms. Her usually proud and arrogant face was flushed, even somewhat dazed. Her fair skin turned pink and slightly hot. Her small, pert bottom trembled slightly, yet it still couldn't stop bumping against Zhuang Sen's thigh, constantly humming as if singing.

The waves quickly soaked the bedding beneath her and Zhuang Sen, causing Mira to bite her lower lip again. Zhuang Sen, who caught a glimpse of this scene, shook his head and patted the limp thigh of Dantalian. The tall nun turned her serpentine tail, moving Zhuang Sen's head between her thighs, while Zhuang Sen beckoned to Mira.

The vampire girl hesitated, then spread her wings and flew down to Zhuang Sen's side. Zhuang Sen picked her up and pressed her face against his. Behind her head were soft breasts, and on her face were plump, pink buttocks. Zhuang Sen stuck out his tongue, peeled back the blue and white bowl under the girl's skirt, and entwined it with the already wet red nipple.

"Ugh~ No way there...it's too dirty~"

The usually aggressive extractor of essence, Ms. Mira, let out a shy whimper, her legs instinctively closing together. But she felt even more clearly the movement of Zhuang Sen's facial muscles and the dexterity of that pink strip, which gradually made pink hearts appear in her scarlet eyes.

Both girls, experiencing this new experience for the first time, quickly reached their climax, collapsing limply onto the sheets, their bodies numb and weak, with only the strength left to whimper and moan.

Zhuang Sen, who hadn't even managed to ejaculate, shook his head and patted each of her two soft, white buttocks: "Didn't you say I was scared? Did you say you had the medicine ready? Why can't you do it now?"

"Ugh, just you wait..." Anjie pressed her lower abdomen; the burning sensation from the violent expansion hadn't subsided yet, and she didn't dare to make any big movements.

"If you're so capable, let me suck your blood..." Mira whispered, clearly having been corrupted by the unscrupulous merchant. However, seeing the pink heart gradually forming in her red eyes, Zhuang Sen decided not to provoke her for now.

Then he glanced at the bathroom; Nia, that little brat, didn't seem to be planning to come out yet, but a white outfit was missing from the laundry basket by the door...

Zhuang Sen looked expectantly at Lydia, whose head had been reattached.

The female knight's muscular body had been kneaded until she was completely naked, her third-ranked, towering breasts exposed to the air, dazzlingly white, with clear broth from her white tiger buns adorning her thighs. She nervously closed her breasts for a moment because of Zhuang Sen's gaze, and then opened them again on her own initiative.