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

Chapter 670 The Strength of the Domain

Dusk seeped in through the cracks in the window.

The tea on the table had long since gone cold, and the equipment carelessly tossed on the floor cast long shadows in the red afterglow, stretching all the way to the bedside in the cubicle.

From sunrise to sunset.

The succubus, having just finished her battle, nestled against the man, lazily trying to press every inch of her body against her master.

Terri's temperature hadn't come down yet, and it immediately rose again.

She breathed heavily, burying her face in Rod's neck and kissing him repeatedly, her hot, sweet breath enough to make most people lose their minds.

As the [Ancestor's Blood Essence] took effect, she trembled slightly.

Her spirituality began to surge and churn. Terry groaned, and instead of stopping her kisses, she continued to kiss Rhodes all the way down his chin to his lips.

His eyes, which were glowing pink, showed astonishment.

She had long known that her master's essence carried a great deal of energy, but she hadn't expected that it could stir up the deepest secrets within her bloodline without using [Growth Spirituality].

"This is."

"Don't get distracted, just focus on it."

"Okay~~"

Terry giggled and wrapped her arms around her master's neck, her plump body pressing against his collarbone.

He kissed her lips greedily once more.

This time it wasn't as passionate as before, just gentle, tender bites.

When was it restored?

Rod played with the heart-shaped piece on her tail; it was soft, like the feel of cartilage.

"During the day, when my master put me on the dining table, Terry jumped in surprise and it all clicked!"

"I said, how dare you come to my little house alone?"

"It's Terry's cabin now! As long as you say so, I can come whenever I want!"

"Go, go, go."

"Oh yeah!"

Terry let out a cute cheer.

She tossed her pillow, embroidered with the word "Strive," onto the leather sofa: "I don't want this one! It smells like other women. I'm getting a new one! It'll say 'Oh hey!' Hehehe~~"

Rhodes couldn't help but smile.

Feeling the spiritual energy accumulating within Terri,
Let Rhodes rise again.

He sat up, lifting his firm, bouncy buttocks.

But Terry panicked: "Slow down, Master! Take a rest!"

"Then why are you moving around like that?"

"Really? Ah... It's been so long since I hugged my owner, it was just a subconscious reaction! It really won't do!!"

"That's not up to you."

"Wow!~~"

Said it before.

If he genuinely looked pitiful, Rod might soften his heart.

But now Terry is quite cunning, even pretending not to have recovered to tease him, so naturally he won't let her off the hook.

Rod is known for being resistant to gentle persuasion but not to force.

Terry, on the other hand,
It lasts from dusk until sunrise the next day.

Terry was already at her limit by dusk, but Rod didn't care.

But someone's resistance is truly remarkable.

At most, it can be adjusted to twice the speed, but this only increases the frequency of spellcasting and does nothing else.

A mere succubus was not enough to deter him.

Rhodes cast a Chain of Distant Words on the banshee Chris, signaling her to come and clean up the mess.

He then took the dazed and unsteady-footed Terry to the bathroom for a bath. As she washed, the water sobered Terry up, and she stared blankly at her swollen belly for a moment.

Rod laughed, and she was hit a few more times before losing consciousness again.

Only then was she finally led to the sofa to rest.

Now it's time for a real rest; no more playing around.

"Eighth-tier, initial stage. Not bad, most importantly, it comes with a control domain."

Domains are basically an essential requirement for high-level combat power; the difference between having and not having one is a terrifyingly thick barrier.

In fields with strong practicality, they also have an advantage over others at the same level.

Dominated territory.

Just hearing that made it sound incredible, even Rod was envious.

Poor thing, he possesses eight domains, but the only one he can use in direct combat is the [Moon Domain], which he obtained from the moon goddess Luca.

"Perhaps I need to find a way to increase the strength of this domain."

After a short break.

The sky was already fully bright.

The banshee, carrying cleaning equipment, arrived late, pinching her nose, frowning, and cursing as soon as she entered.

Strangely enough, Chris possesses a spiritual technique called [Blood and Tears Cleansing].

It can clean weapons and equipment and grant them a temporary death blessing or corrosion resistance.

This seems to be the original spiritual magic of the Banshee; heaven knows why this race has such a skill.

Of course, cleaning the house is also a given.

"I really don't understand what's so great about those big stars' singing. Why are people flocking to them like this? Coral Bay is packed with people now."

Chris complained as she pulled up the sheets.

talking.

The smell from above filled her nostrils, and an unnatural blush crept across her face. She quickly put on a mask.

"Who cares if it sounds good or not, as long as I can make money."

Rhodes was putting on his pants when Terry, who had regained consciousness but was still dazed, lazily hugged him, as if she were drunk.

"Making money? Do we make money too? Didn't we invite that cloud spirit for free?"

"How could that be? I'm not running a charity. It's about concert ticket revenue sharing, venue catering and drinks, all kinds of fan support items and merchandise, title sponsorship, plus the intangible value of promoting Coral Bay, hmph."

Chris stared wide-eyed, her naturally swollen eyes bulging from crying.

He opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to speak.

"Do you think I could make this much money if I held a concert?"

Rod recalled the banshee's mournful song, which sounded like sawing wood or scraping metal with her fingernails.

He burst out laughing.

"you!"

Chris felt humiliated and grabbed the dirty sheets, throwing them at her.
I didn't dare throw it away.

He hunched his shoulders, grumbling and muttering to himself as he went to process his own feelings.

After cleaning the room, Rod decided not to stay any longer and get in the way, so he took the neatly dressed Terry out for a forest patrol.

Today, Terry has transformed into a voluptuous and elegant woman, with her hair styled in a high updo, and Big Bear goes without saying.

More importantly, she changed into a slightly fitted long dress, which accentuated her bulging belly.

She was walking slowly, stroking herself with her hand, just like she was pregnant.

I don't bother with her.

After a quick stroll through the forest and harvesting some [Growth Spirituality],

Rhodes arrived outside the magic tree house of the elf Calliste.

It's daytime now, and as usual, you can only throw stones from a distance of 100 meters.

(End of this chapter)