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

Chapter 718 Crash
Dimia glanced at the living room where the man was, her head bowed.

Even when she was half asleep, she subconsciously tidied her hair, not wanting to appear in that man's memory in a disheveled state.

She was then slightly taken aback.

There was no one on that brown leather sofa.

Some were reduced to a single crease, while others depicted succubi curled up with pillows, drooling and muttering, "Master, food."

Dimia immediately remembered the empty space beside the bed and opened her mouth in astonishment.

Then came a suppressed moan, like a bucket of cold water poured down my spine, instantly stimulating my drowsy consciousness to full wakefulness.

She took a step back in a panic.

Only then did they realize that the bathroom door was right in front of them, and just a door away, the man and Sharon were having their secret rendezvous.
She bit her lip slightly: "It's so late, how can I pay it back?"

But then I thought about it again, and realized that the two of them were in that kind of relationship after all.

After not seeing each other for more than a month, it's only natural that things would escalate to the point of passion.
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Just consider it a reference in the novel?
Dimia shook her head in a panic, quickly denying her own belief.

"I must be crazy."

She held back her urge to urinate and turned back, intending to wait for Sharon to return before going.

"Hmm."

Just as his knee was about to move, another suppressed groan came.

The tone and emotion conveyed were something Dimia had never heard in Sharon's cool voice before—alluring, satisfying, and pleasurable.

Simultaneously.

The faint sound seemed to be mixed with the man's gentle laughter, and the sound of his voice carrying affection, approval, and kisses.

Dimia couldn't help but clutch the hem of her nightgown.

She wanted to go back to her room and pretend nothing had happened.

However, her trembling legs made her stop in her tracks, unable to resist listening intently, and then unable to resist imagining the man's words echoing in her ears.

His chubby face was already flushed red, and his trembling hands gripped the handle, gently twisting it.

As a ray of vertical light shone on his face.

Dimia's eyes widened instantly, and the crimson color spread from her face to her ears and neck in an instant.

—They were two bodies, strong, agile, glistening with sweat, their skin white, their muscles trembling, carrying the impact of nature and the supreme aura of life.

Sharon's face was covered by a gray scarf, obscuring her nose and eyes, but her pink cheeks were vaguely visible, carrying a hidden smile.

Its exposed mouth was wide open, constantly emitting heavy breaths.

Is that so?!

Why is it different from the one in the picture book?!
In the midst of the shock, Sharon's tail and back suddenly tensed up violently, and she clung tightly to the man with both hands, biting his shoulder. At the same time, a suppressed, high-pitched groan burst from her throat.

Hua Hua Hua——

"This, this, this."

Dimia was so stunned by the magnificent scene before her that she couldn't look away, and subtle emotions flickered in her wide pupils.

The urge to urinate seemed to reach its peak at this moment, but she also subconsciously reached down and slightly lifted the hem of her skirt.

The intensity in the bathroom came to a halt at that moment.

After savoring the afterglow, Sharon collapsed onto the bathtub, her flushed face pressed against the ceramic edge as she gasped for breath.

"I need to calm down... calm down for a while."

"I'll get you a glass of water."

That's what the man said.

Dimia suddenly woke up and was about to close the door, but just as the man looked up, their eyes met through the crack in the door.

Bang!
Click!

The sound of the door closing and the sound of the latch being reopened occurred almost simultaneously.

In the panic, Dimia was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground.

With the bathroom light shining through the fully open door, and looking up, the man's tall, powerful, and awe-inspiring body was completely exposed to her. Naturally, the lifted skirt, the fingers that hadn't yet withdrawn, and the damp fabric all testified to her actions.

No, no, I'm not that kind of person.

She wanted to explain, but her words caught in her throat.

then.

She suddenly felt a warm current flow over her thighs, quickly soaking a large part of her nightgown.

He looked down with a terrified expression.

The puddle of water quickly spread across the floor, and the blood on his face turned even redder, as a strong sense of shame instantly overwhelmed his mind.

At this moment, Demia wished that her former magical internal organ problems were still there.

That way, she could immediately bend over and avoid such an awkward situation.

"I said, Demia."

"No, no, I'm not not what you think!"

"My patience isn't as good as you think."

"Ah?"

While she was still in a daze, she saw Rod coldly pick her up and carry her straight into the kitchen on the first floor, then put her on the stove.

Feeling the man's domineering, invading lips, his breath on her face, and his heavy weight on her lower abdomen...
Dimia knew perfectly well what he was up to.
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Terry opened her eyes, lazily smacked her dry lips, and then closed her eyes again.

"Ugh—ah~~"

She stretched lazily, then turned to hug her owner.
I hugged nothing.

"Ok?"

That shouldn't be the case. My lazy owner is even lazier than me. He definitely won't get out of bed if he can avoid it.

He looked up in confusion.

Empty living room.

The sound of water was coming from the direction of the bathroom, sounding like someone was taking a shower.

Terry's little energy radar is activated.

I smell it~ I smell it~
Hmm. It's that stinky, lecherous dog, but it still smells of semen.
Hmph, I knew it long ago, that pervert would definitely sneak up at night. He just didn't want to disturb his master's enjoyment, otherwise I wouldn't have been happy.

I'll sniff it again~ and sniff it again~~
Terri stomped her foot angrily, her anger rising instantly.

It's one thing to do it in front of that witch in the second-floor room, but to do it right next to me too?!

That shameless dog has no respect for its master! Doesn't it know I'm the one most loved by my owner?!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Terri strode into the bathroom, ready to confront Sharon.

click-

At that moment, the door to the room on the second floor opened.

The witch Demia, leaning against the door frame, walked out, her arms and legs trembling.

She looked a little unwell, but her complexion was very rosy and full, as if she had been well nourished.

At the same time, his chubby face also showed a touch of maturity.

"Terry, Rod has gone out for a stroll. Could you please make lunch for me later? I'm not feeling well."

Terry appeared in front of her in an instant.

His eyes were fixed on her lower abdomen, and he opened his mouth in astonishment.

Then he swallowed.

"Do you have so many owners who love you so much?"

Dimia's face flushed red instantly, and she froze.

(End of this chapter)