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

Chapter 717 Night

The dwarf lamps hissed beneath the oak beams.

This type of lamp, which only requires a small amount of coal and magic to run continuously for a long time, is an outdated product and is not used even in the oldest mining areas of Quartz Town.

Twelve rickety wooden tables were scattered haphazardly, with men and women of various attire occupying one or the other.

The only thing they had in common was that they all wore light gray scarves, even Sharon had one around her neck.
The only two common characteristics, I suppose.

Another common characteristic is that they all look at Rhodes and the others with scrutinizing and unfriendly eyes, especially Rhodes when he is hugging Sharon.

The brass edging of the bar counter reflected the receding, Mediterranean-bald head of an elderly bartender as he wiped the glasses, shaking his head with a sneer.

The aroma of malt liquor, coal smoke, leather, and sweat clashed together, creating a rather unpleasant smell.

"It stinks."

Terry, always a straightforward person, buried her pretty face in Rod's arm again, trying to dilute the smell.

It's understandable that such words from a beautiful young woman would resonate with men who are often in heat and not very stable.

Bang!
Another sound of a wine glass slamming on the table rang out, and a burly man with a stubble beard stood up with an unfriendly expression.

"Outsiders"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Sharon, who was nestled in Rhodes's arms absorbing his scent, suddenly turned around, her lips parted in a fierce grin, revealing sharp canines that gleamed coldly, and her nose wrinkled to reveal menacing lines.

The grey-green beastly eyes gleamed under the dim, outdated dwarven lamps, and combined with the faint traces of plague on its delicate face, the whole face resembled both a wild beast and a demon.

The dog's ears were pressed tightly back against its scalp, and a low growl rolled from deep in its throat.

"roll!"

"I'm sorry, boss."

The burly man froze, his face showing fear.

Then, with his shoulders hunched, he returned to his seat dejectedly.

The others immediately looked away, as if changing the subject, and the conversation suddenly became noisy again.

It was no different from any other tavern.

"Cool, huh?"

Rhodes laughed, and a wisp of green psionic energy from his hand seeped into the big man's body.

[Mycelium of Despair].

Sharon often stays in Faye; it's always good to have a few backup plans there.

"A group of lowly creatures who are almost uneducated and purely believe in the law of the jungle. It seems that even among humans, there are different races with varying degrees of superiority."

Sharon was merciless with her sharp tongue, but when she turned to her best friend Dimia, she couldn't help but laugh.

Why didn't you tell me beforehand?

"I'm giving you a surprise. I never expected you to plant a jade tree in a place like that. It gave me quite a shock."

"Hahaha, isn't he a genius?"

After a brief tour, Rod also learned that Faye's research into the field of plague would produce a large amount of malignant gas, making it difficult for outdoor plants to survive.

And a golden jade tree that can withstand harsh environments is undoubtedly eye-catching when planted outdoors.

A haunted house with a powerful spirit is indeed a good hiding place.

Sharon led the three to a table in the far corner of the tavern, kicked away the person occupying the table, and pulled up a simple carved screen to create a small private room.

Dog was happy to see them come to visit, and ordered the cleanest and most expensive drinks and snacks in the tavern.

I excitedly chatted and shared with them.

This included revenge against Whitney Watson, who had once injured her.

Mentioning this person.

Rhodes then had to bring up her covetousness of Demia, who was a witch.

Upon hearing this, Sharon's expression turned serious, and her displeasure deepened.

Faye is a very small area, probably only about the size of the Twilight Hills and Koch Plain combined.

There were three at the ninth rank, one of whom was Whitney Watson. When it came to her best friend's safety, she temporarily set aside her pride and told Rhodes to protect Demia well, and that they would return to Quartz Town as soon as they finished their sightseeing.

As they chatted, the sky grew completely dark.

Unlike the clear skies and bright moonlight and stars of the hills at dusk, Faye was shrouded in dark clouds, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

The street construction is also a mess; don't even think about streetlights.

The group used a light spell to arrive at the district controlled by the Greythroat Gang, and soon entered Sharon's temporary residence, a two-story villa.

The interior style is very similar to that of Quartz Town, and even the furniture arrangement is the same as that of the small villa in Dimia on New Rank Street.

Sharon hadn't been staying there long, and the guest room hadn't even been cleaned up yet.

So the two best friends, Dog and Witch, ended up staying in the double room on the second floor, while Rod and Terry had to make do on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.

It's nothing, anyway, no matter how big the bed is, Terry will still stay on Rod.

After feeding the succubus, the two snuggled together and fell asleep.
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Rod opened his eyes and felt his lips and teeth being constantly moved.

The living room was still pitch black.

The difference is that there's another face in front of me.

It's not a horror story.

Even without looking, the familiar wild scent and the tail that occasionally rubs against my thigh are enough to tell who it is.

“Sharon.”

The dog, still invading Rod's mouth, let out a soft groan, then struggled to pull away from his lips.

She retorted, annoyed, "What?"

I was about to ask you what you were doing.

"It's obvious, can't you tell? Faye stinks, only your smell can cover it up. Why are you sleeping sitting up?"

"There's a reason, my feet can't leave the ground for the time being."

"What tricks are you playing now? Go to the bathroom, not this succubus, just you and me."

Rhodes readily agreed, setting Terry down from his lap and obediently letting Sharon, whose eyes glowed a faint green in the darkness, lead him.

In the darkness, Rhodes noticed that Sharon was only wearing white panties and a short vest, her left leg, covered in fine hair, exposed to the air, possessing an asymmetrical beauty.

As soon as Sharon entered the bathroom, she couldn't wait to cling to her.

Before long, the two officially began their battle.

She was quite flexible; she placed her left leg, standing, directly on Rhodes' shoulder, then hugged Rhodes' neck and kissed him repeatedly, thus getting to the main event.

"Speaking of which, since Faye smells so bad, how did you manage to stand it?"

Sharon tugged at the gray scarf around her neck: "Oh—I modified this thing. It can mask my sense of smell. Hmm, you like this leg that much if you slow down a bit?"

"Love can only mask the sense of smell?"

"Hearing, smelling, and seeing are all fine; just turn them to the maximum. What are you trying to do? Your eyes are practically lit up!?"

"How about we cover them all up and try it?"

"Don't even think about it!"
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Dimia groggily opened her eyes and groped around the bedside, only to find nothing.

She didn't pay much attention, but the bloating in her lower abdomen made her shudder slightly.

"I drank too much water at the tavern."

Yawning, she rolled out of bed and suddenly realized that in this country, small houses rarely had bathrooms and toilets on the second floor. She had to pass through Rod in the living room to get into the bathroom.

The sleepy witch looked down at her outfit. Hmm, she was still dressed, so there was no problem.

Actually, her slip dress was rather thin.

Although it was considered loose-fitting, her bunny was always a bit exaggerated. Now, with the waistline deliberately made high up to the ribs, the fabric showed a breathtaking outline on the clothes.

Dimia yawned again.

Still half asleep, I walked toward the bathroom where light was peeking out from under the door.

(End of this chapter)