I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 617 Auction Items
Two days later.

Rhodes lay half-reclined on the bed, ignoring Terry sitting in front of him.

I took a stack of newspapers from the bedside table.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge title:

—"Campbell's Black Nest Suffers a Lightning-Fast Attack by the Recruiting Knights! The Chaotic Battle Triggers an Unknown Barrier, and the Remnants of Both Sides Are Suspected of Being Swallowed by the Labyrinth!"

"Master, I'm almost there!"

Terry caused Rod's body to sway, making the words on the newspaper illegible.

"Don't stop."

"Master is so domineering~~"

Her face was flushed, and she gritted her teeth as she placed the backs of her feet on Rod's thighs, straightening her back to make it easier to exert force.

The succubus vigorously posed and preened herself while eating only one meal a day.

But Rhodes still didn't interfere.

He shook the newspaper, which rustled and obscured her figure, causing her to squeak in dissatisfaction.

Another news headline.

—"The maze has eaten people! The massive maze of Twilight Hills has suddenly transformed, and the great hero, Ranger Rod, has escaped severely injured and remains unconscious!"

Rhodes curled his lips.

I doubt anyone would believe this part.

After all, he had just faked his death recently in order to trick the red dragon Nas and the black dragon Mikhail into fighting each other.

However, when he returned with Elva, the leader of the Shadow Wind Guild, and Rosalia, he was indeed in a sorry state.

It was mainly just a show for the rest of the conscription team.

They did not send out all their forces; about twenty people remained behind, half of whom were members of the Shadow Hunters.

Only a small number of low-level members remain in the Igor Church.

Rod didn't know what their attitude was, but two days had passed and he still hadn't dared to leave the hotel he had booked.

No matter what you think.

Naulin, as the consciousness of the maze, has indeed sealed off the entire Campbell maze, and no one can enter or leave.

That is indeed a perfectly valid reason.

"Hey!"

Terry let out a strange cry, her exhausted hands slipped off Rod's abs, and she crashed into the newspaper, getting a face wash through it.

She pretended to be unable to exert herself, her sweaty nipples smearing all over Rod's face.

In the end, I found myself laughing out loud.

She held Rod's head tightly, breathing heavily.

The fragrance filled my nostrils.

Rhodes arched his legs.

He locked Terry's slender waist with his right arm, grabbed her hair with his left hand, and pressed her down to kiss her. He did it himself.

Terry looked delighted, but she was exceptionally good at stirring up her master's emotions.

Her expression quickly shifted to one of delicate fragility, grief, and resentment.

Tears welled in her eyes, and her snow-white arms tried weakly to push him away, but she was powerless to resist.

The oral manipulation was equally precise.

She clenched her teeth tightly, and even when pried open, she tried her best to push them away; her chastity was at its peak.

Not long after.

The problem was resolved smoothly amidst Terri's sweet, well-acted sobs.

This guy got so into acting that he didn't care about the chaos spreading to the bed afterwards. He just curled up weakly and cried softly.

"Waaaah, you scumbag!"

"."

"Your son just passed away yesterday and you're attacking your daughter-in-law today?! You're a scumbag, aren't you?! Waaaaah!"

"What kind of weird character setting are you?"

Rod kissed her cheek and tossed the newspaper, damp with her sweat, aside.

Just as she sat up to leave, Terri grabbed her hand.

Look back.

She turned her face away unwillingly, her cheeks flushed.

"Stay with me a little longer. My legs are still weak, I don't want to get up so soon." "I still have to make arrangements for the people I rescued from the maze, I'm busy."

Rhodes rescued all the surviving slaves from Campbell's Labyrinth, including many beautiful and well-protected girls of other races.

As a stamp collector, Rod was understandably excited.

But seeing the panic and fear in their eyes, I definitely couldn't bring myself to do it.

Using a enslavement spell to subjugate them directly won't work either, since they've all been abducted, and some of them probably want to go home.

Doing this would make them no different from the Campbell family.

The priority here should be appeasement.

If someone wants to go home, Rod can pay for their travel expenses or send a letter to their family to pick them up.

Even those who can't find their way home, or who were sold by their families, can still work in Coral Bay, earn some money, and control their own lives.

Rod doesn't have the time or inclination to help everyone find a home, but providing a job and accommodation is more than enough.

It's important to modify the other person's memory of being a slave of the Campbell family to prevent Rhodes from being exposed.

This task was performed by the elf Kalista.

However, she was not a mage proficient in mental magic, so the process was naturally much slower.

If the rabbit-woman mage Ona were here, we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble.

"But I haven't satisfied your daughter-in-law yet."

"It's a character conflict, isn't it, Terry? You just called me a scumbag, how come you're suddenly not satisfied?"

“What can we do? My husband is so limited, while you, father-in-law, have reached a level he has never reached before. Me, me…”

After a brief pause, Terry revealed a cute, thoughtful expression as she looked up at the sky.

But in the end, she still couldn't come up with any lines, and with a wave of her slender hand...

She stopped acting and said in a sweet voice:

"Anyway, I'm completely conquered by my father-in-law. Master, please do it again~~~"

Rod glanced at her with a strange look.

Terri immediately backed down, climbed off the bed, and gave him a fawning smile.

Then she used a shapeshifting spell, transforming into a petite flower fairy and snuggling into Rhodes's arms.

"My legs aren't weak anymore, I'm coming too!"

Move to Coral Bay.

Currently, part of this harbor town in the Munster Sea has been completed and is basically habitable.

This includes a manor belonging to Rhodes on the western edge.

He doesn't plan to stay there.

But after all, it's a town that trades by sea, so it needs some impressive buildings to make it look grand.

At present.

It was used to secretly house the slaves rescued from Campbell's Labyrinth.

As soon as Rhodes opened the door, he found himself in a room with a high dome.

The slaves, who were already engaged in the act, noisily gathered around.

There are exquisite elven twin sisters with wings, a gentle and lovely multi-tailed fox-woman sister, a charming female lizardwoman with pink scales, a mantis woman with wide, excited yellow eyes, a noble half-dragon girl with six pairs of dragon horns, and so on.
Because of her good appearance, which conforms to human aesthetic standards.

These girls were auctioned off, so they hadn't suffered much torture.

In contrast, there were also a small number of slaves who existed as 'consumables'.

Dog-people like Nick and Uma make up a portion of the population, while cat-people and antelope-people mostly bear physical deformities and signs of torture.

The vast majority of people here are girls, and they are all quite young.

Many men were used as fighting force and controlled by the gray dwarves, ultimately dying while being manipulated.

"Lord Rhodes!"

"My lord! My lord!"

"My benefactor has arrived!"

Looking at the pairs of eyes filled with gratitude, Rod couldn't help but smile wryly.

They watched as Rhodes killed the villains who enslaved and controlled them, and then easily tore through the cages. For the past two days, they had been fed and drunk, and even had their letters mailed for free. They had no need to live in fear.

They probably already see Rhodes as their savior.

The elf Calliste walked slowly towards them.

Calliste scoffed, "As you wish, human, so many girls look at you with adoration."

(End of this chapter)