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

Chapter 626 Route Clearance
However.
Rhodes's prediction was wrong.

The digestion of the Desire-Suppressing Pill was slower than expected.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye since the conscription team left, and Terri still shows no signs of recovery.

"Come and eat, Terry."

In a room on the second floor of the villa at Henry's Farm.

Rod sat on the edge of the bed, supporting the head of the ghoul Penny.

This would make it easier for her to apply force and clean back and forth.

"Oh dear, some of it leaked out."

Penny awkwardly looked up at Rod.

There was a hint of apology in her mature yet charming expression.

Along the loose collar, you can see the figure-eight pattern pressed against the thin pajamas, making the silhouette even more defined.

"fine."

But she was, after all, a ghoul, and her limbs were somewhat inflexible and clumsy.

Not only on his own hands, but also on Terry's urethra, the urethra was everywhere.

As a result, this guy even tried to wipe his mouth with his hand, making his face even more covered in smears.

Clumsy.

yah-

The door opens.

Terri screamed as soon as she walked in.

He immediately fled the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Don't call me in if you guys aren't done yet!"

"All right."

Rhodes was helpless.

He patted Penny's head, indicating that he was getting up.

Penny was reluctant to agree, her expression resentful.

Reluctantly, she whined, "I want to eat a little longer."

"I'll find someone to keep you company later."

"Oh"

She tilted her head back and spat it out, then very obediently took out a small handkerchief to wipe Rod's face.

Ever since Senior Terry accidentally ingested the Desire-Suppressing Pill, the number of times her master has come to see her has increased dramatically.

They often have silver parties here, but being alone is always more fun than having a group of people vying for the owner's affection.

Rhodes noticed her dejected expression.

She pinched his small, somewhat bouncy cheek: "Where do you want to eat? I'm in a good mood today."

Penny smiled and immediately pointed to that spot: "Here!"

"This won't work."

"Oh, can I tear a piece of flesh off my master's arm?"

He looked at the charming and adorable ghoul with excitement.

Rhodes had no choice but to accept.

Extend your arms, relax your muscles, and forcefully release all defenses.

Penny was panting heavily, her eyes gleaming, looking just like a mindless ghoul.

Drooling, it slowly bit Rod's arm.

With a crunching sound, a piece of flesh, still with tendons and blood, was torn off in no time.

Her mouth was full of blood, mixed with what had just been stuck to her, and she chewed it with an unusually ecstatic expression.

Rodwei felt pain.

However, it recovers rapidly through the triple healing of grass, plague, and limb regeneration, and its flesh and blood are replenished at a visible speed.

I noticed that the ghoul lady's legs were trembling.

He quickly helped her up and then realized that not only were her legs shaking, but her whole body was trembling.

"Master. Master, master."

She buried herself in Rod's arms, chewing and muttering listlessly.

Suddenly, her whole body tensed up, and she started to ejaculate rapidly.

He soiled Rod's pants.

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"Aha—Aha—"

Penny was breathing heavily, her eyes becoming unfocused and glazed.

[Penny's obedience to you +5, current obedience: 67]

It seems that Miss Ghoul prefers to tear it off raw rather than have it cut off by Rhodes.

That does fit the diet of ghouls, doesn't it?
Penny's physical reactions are slow to come and slow to go. This is true even when she's playing around; often, it's after a period of intense mental breakdown.

Even if Rod touches her again every ten minutes, she will still tremble with sensitivity.

So Rod put Penny on the bed and then left her there.

Holding the food tube that was hanging on both the inside and outside of the wall, I left the room.

Terry was sitting in the small living room on the second floor.

She frantically fanned her flushed face with a small fan.

"It's been a month, you should be used to it by now."

Rhodes was helpless.

Terry retorted stubbornly, "How could anyone get used to that kind of thing!"

She took the amniotic fluid tube and first wiped off the stains on the outside with a tissue.

Then, embarrassed, he glanced at Rhodes, turned away, and gulped it down.

Her face turned bright red as she swallowed it with difficulty.

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The look of enjoyment that Terry used to have is gone.

During the first week, she even secretly refused to eat it because she felt that consuming such a thing was too shameful.

It was only when Rod saw how hungry she was that he realized what was happening and set the current rule that she had to eat in front of him.

Forget it.

Let nature take its course.

But given Terry's current state, she inevitably has to keep it close to her body.

So in the afternoon.

Rhodes came to Coral Bay, and he took her with him.

The site was rebuilt more than half a month ago, and quite a few businesses have already moved in.

But more importantly, it has regained its function as a port city.

Cargo transshipment, shipbuilding and repair, shipping services, etc.

Mooring fees, cargo taxes, or registration fees will be among Coral Bay's core revenue streams.

Rhodes had to get old Tyflin Lucius, who had participated in the early rebellion in Coral Bay, out of prison.

That guy used to be one of the management members of Coral Bay. Using him as an advisor would help make amends and allow the management of the spider elf Yuna to quickly get through the painful period.

There's nothing we can do about shipbuilding and repair.

Currently, Rhodes doesn't have a team capable of handling this kind of professional work, so it has to be outsourced for the time being.

The other party was a boat repair company recommended by the old gentleman Humbert, so it was barely reliable.

Rhodes went there this time.

This is due to the escort service aspect of shipping.

—The sirens and ghost pirates in the Munster Sea have gone mad again, starting to harass and rob passing ships.

Rhodes' new business is just starting out, and he can't let these little things cause trouble.

This time, he plans to personally take the field and start the massacre.

"It's so slow."

Sharon, a member of the dog-human race, stood on the dock, one hand on her hip, looking displeased.

The sea breeze ruffled her neat ponytail at the back of her head.

Her hunting attire and long boots were incredibly dashing, and her round, peach-shaped buttocks and long legs were firmly encased in them.

Good afternoon, Rhodes.

The witch Demia was still wearing the same dark blue, shoulderless mage robe, with her delicate pink chest and shoulders visible beneath the shadow of the wide brim of her hat.

A wide, golden braid, wider than her waist, with the ends dyed a gradient green.

Dimia had never seen sirens or ghost pirates before; she came specifically to gather inspiration for her erotic novel.

Sharon was simply brought along to keep them company.

"Sorry for the delay."

Rod had just regained his footing.

A girl with pearly white skin and a subtle sheen resembling fish scales jumped out from the pile of goods next to her.

The long, webbed recording stone in his hand was almost pressed against Rhodes' face.

The girl had seaweed-green hair and a gossipy smile.

The iconic elf ears and beautiful face.

A sea sprite.

"Mr. Rhodes! Mr. Rhodes! I'm Laura, a new employee at the newly established Coral Bay Newspaper!"
Your fondness for non-human races is well-known. Now, on your recent expedition to subdue the siren sirens and ghost pirates in the coastal waters, will you bring back one or two more beautiful women?!

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(End of this chapter)