Monster Girl Development Master.

She then spoke, "Lord Zhuang Sen, what are you going to do?"

It's time to do it...

No, no, that kind of thing should at least be done after a formal marriage... after an engagement...

Zhuang Sen looked at Dantalian, whose face was already red to the roots of her ears, and couldn't help but squeeze her soft little hand again: "To find our future master blacksmith, we'll need Dantalian to help us with a testimonial."

"Ah... oh."

Dantalian was a little disappointed.

Zhuang Sen was a little puzzled. No matter how wildly imaginative he was, he couldn't have imagined that this shy and coy little cutie in front of him had actually wanted to skin him alive and devour him whole multiple times. However, he didn't pay much attention to it, as his focus was on his hands. Although Dantalian's body had grown considerably due to her awakened bloodline, her proportions remained the same. Her ten fingers were still slender and beautiful, and because of the awakening, the thin calluses left from her hard work had all disappeared, leaving her fingers smooth and tender, like the finest jade.

Zhuang Sen, on the other hand, loved it so much that he kept kneading and stroking it.

Dantalian bit her lower lip, the heat emanating from her palm making her heart race. She suppressed her desire with shame and the will of a nun, but even so, she had no intention of pulling her hand back. Instead, she secretly looked forward to more, her beautiful eyes brimming with a moist luster.

Zhuang Sen noticed the gaze, and his other hand, as if possessed, landed on Dantalian's calf, lifting the hem of her nun's habit to reveal a section of delicate black fabric, with her fair and tender flesh faintly visible beneath, incredibly alluring.

Dantalian instinctively pulled her leg back; this was far more stimulating than being touched. The same was true for Zhuang Sen. He knew stockings existed, but he never expected Dantalian to wear black stockings under her nun's habit—it was just too much…

Dantalian noticed Zhuang Sen's surprise and excitement, and couldn't help but feel happy too, happy that her carefully chosen outfit was appreciated, and happy for Zhuang Sen's reaction. In her excitement, she couldn't help but reach out and grasp Zhuang Sen's hand, but a strange feeling rose in her heart—so, Lord Zhuang Sen's hands are so small?

So small, so hot, and so soft...

As Dantalian grew increasingly excited, she moved forward slightly, her full, honey-colored breasts bouncing in the air before brushing against Zhuang Sen's nose, awakening him with their sweet, milky scent.

He looked at the excited Dantalian and struggled to suppress his desire to push his luck. One reason was that they were currently in a carriage, and this dilapidated carriage wasn't even soundproof! He could tolerate having sex in a carriage, but being watched like a spectacle was unacceptable. Another reason was Dantalian herself. Although indulging her nature would only benefit her as a monster girl, Zhuang Sen still respected the dignified, elegant, gentle, and restrained nun. He wasn't worried about being drained dry for twenty-four hours straight.

To escape that situation, Zhuang Sen could only change the subject, though his hands wouldn't stop: "Dantrian, would you like to try drinking my blood?"

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Author's note: I can't hold back anymore, I'll check it out tomorrow (on the edge of the line).

Chapter Nineteen: Drinking Blood

As mentioned before, Zhuang Sen's blood is a panacea for monster girls, capable of accelerating their bloodline development. However, Zhuang Sen hadn't had time to think about how to tell Dantalian about this, mainly because the [Inheritance] was such a valuable resource, making it difficult to discuss.

However, this still needs to be said, since developing the monster girl bloodline is always the top priority.

Dantalian was startled by Zhuang Sen's sudden question, not understanding what he meant. What did he mean by whether she wanted to drink his blood? Or did Zhuang Sen mean something else by blood...?

Her watery gaze involuntarily slid downwards, but before she completely slid into the abyss, a rod-shaped limb first caught Dantalian's attention.

Zhuang Sen raised his index finger and brought it to Dantalian's red lips, saying bluntly, "Dantalian, my blood should be able to increase your bloodline development progress. Would you like to try it?"

Dantalian's thick eyelashes fluttered as she looked at the fingers Zhuang Sen offered her, a strange feeling creeping into her heart. Logically speaking, Zhuang Sen's words made no sense. She possessed divine blood, not some dark, vampiric species; how could she possibly develop her bloodline through bloodsucking? Was he just trying to toy with her? And this posture? After all, even if he wanted her to drink blood, why force her to bite his fingers? Couldn't he put it in a cup?

So, should we refuse?

Dantalian's throat bobbed slightly, and she gently parted her red lips to take Zhuang Sen's finger into her mouth. Her soft, warm lips caressed and pressed against Zhuang Sen's finger, and her wet, sticky saliva soaked his fingertip. Zhuang Sen's raised hand moved slightly, while the hand still on Dantalian's thigh tensed up slightly.

"Hmm~"

Her low moans were filled with shyness. Dantalian's golden vertical pupils stared intently at Zhuang Sen, taking in the tension and surprise on his face, which melted into pride and satisfaction. Her white teeth came together, grinding against Zhuang Sen's fingertips, her slender and nimble pink tongue wrapping around his knuckles, pulling him deep into her mouth, grinding and grinding.

Johnson admitted he had underestimated Lamia's racial instincts, but he genuinely hadn't wanted Dantalian to do that. While it was undeniably exhilarating, he was really losing control of his gun if it kept going like that!

He could only speak again: "Um, Dantalian, blood..."

Dantalian's eyes sparkled with amusement, almost like a coquettish pout. But since Zhuang Sen had emphasized it, she might as well play along. Her clean, white teeth tightened their grip, and in an instant, the serpentine fangs pierced the angel's finger, grinding out bright red blood.

As the bright red liquid entered her mouth, Dantalian, who had been staring at Zhuang Sen, suddenly widened her eyes.

So sweet! So sour! So delicious!!!

What was originally a teasing, grinding, and entanglement instantly turned into sucking and swallowing. The slender and flexible snake tongue tightly wrapped around Zhuang Sen's index finger as if hunting, and the sharp snake fangs cut through the thin fingertip, devouring the bright red elixir that overflowed from it. His already blushing face became even redder.

awesome.

Dantalian felt as if she were floating on air, her body becoming lighter, her mind incredibly sensitive, even able to accurately sense the continuous development of her blood vessels, yet simultaneously incredibly dull, her mind solely focused on continuing to swallow Zhuang Sen's blood. Her body trembled slightly, an instinctive reaction to pleasure, her tightly pursed red lips emitting alluring moans, her plump legs instinctively clenching and rubbing together, the rising temperature seeping through her black stockings into Zhuang Sen's palms.

There's definitely something wrong! They've definitely drugged them!

Zhuang Sen felt the intense sucking sensation on his right index finger, and looking at Dantalian's slightly sunken cheeks and elongated lips from her intense sucking, he realized he could no longer control his gun. He couldn't even bother controlling it anymore; Dantalian's sucking was already causing a stinging pain in his index finger, clearly draining it of blood. Adding to that, his useless penis was also taking away a significant amount of blood, and he felt he was about to bleed to death.

We have to stop.

"Dantrian, that's enough. Let's see how it goes first?"

Zhuang Sen's large hand roamed from her thigh up to Dantalian's waist. The sensation of her slender, tender flesh being grasped by his rough hand stimulated Dantalian, bringing a glimmer of light back to her dazed eyes. The moment reason regained its grip, Dantalian immediately lowered her head awkwardly, her red lips still holding Zhuang Sen's finger, not letting go. Fortunately, she only held it in her mouth and didn't continue sucking.

Zhuang Sen looked at the system panel:

[Holy Lamia Bloodline: 11%-13%]

[Development progress is being synchronized]

[Bloodline of the Unranked Angels: 8% - 10%]

The encyclopedia of angels without rank has been updated.

Good news, keeping pace isn't just about passing down knowledge.

Bad news: Zhuang Sen's second brother felt the gaze upon him.

With her head down, Dantalian's gaze was unconsciously drawn to the bulge. The enormous object, much thicker and longer than a finger, pushed the supple fabric into a huge tent. A strange smell, somewhat similar to the saliva sticking to Zhuang Sen's fingers, emanated from it, spreading around Dantalian's nose.

Her breathing was slightly heavy, but there was no unusual impulse; instead, she was filled with shyness and joy. It wasn't that she didn't understand what was going on, but she just felt "full." Zhuang Sen's blood filled the urges of his primal instincts, leaving only the pure nun's own shyness and inner turmoil, making her unable to react for a moment, just staring blankly.

Wow, it's huge...

But this must be very uncomfortable...

Dantalian pursed her lips, which reminded Zhuang Sen to quickly pull his finger back. The transparent water thread was stretched out by his rough movement until it broke with a snap, one end retracting into Zhuang Sen's finger, and the other end sticking to Dantalian's lips and falling into the deep canyon.

Dantalian suddenly laughed, her bright eyes half-closed like a venomous snake before hunting, her pink tongue brushing against her lips, and she leaned forward, getting closer to Zhuang Sen: "Lord Zhuang Sen, you must be exhausted."

Her gentle voice carried a hint of allure, and the lingering blush extended into her collar, fully revealing herself to Zhuang Sen due to her posture. The heavy weight, no longer separated by a small distance as before, pressed directly against Zhuang Sen. It even completely blocked Zhuang Sen's view of his lower body, allowing him to only sense through touch that a hand was on his thigh, and that soft touch was moving upwards.

"Dantrian..."

Zhuang Sen easily determined that Dantalian's current state was not affected by blood pulse fluctuations, because her eyes now showed more shyness and pity than the predatory instinct of wanting to squeeze dry.

Her soft, fair hands mimicked Zhuang Sen's movements, sliding up his waist. Her gentle voice became extremely low: "Although...although I can't...that...Lolis said...hands..."

The simple sentences were stretched out into extremely long, fragmented phrases, and the nun's fair face beneath her black veil had turned crimson, as if dripping with blood. Zhuang Sen could understand this feeling, because at that moment, both of his heads felt almost the same way.

Especially the small head that has already been choked.

"I remember it said in the book..."

Dantalian muttered very softly, but because they were so close, Zhuang Sen still heard her. However, he didn't have time to care about that; his attention had already shifted to his younger brother. Although the movements of that hand were very clumsy, far inferior to the skills Zhuang Sen had honed, the strange pleasure was completely different.

After all, this was the first time Zhuang Sen had been caught red-handed, and the feeling was completely different.

It was softer, cooler, and the movements were more careful. It awkwardly enveloped the front part, slowly moving up and down. Most importantly, there was no sense of urgency to finish on its own.

…………

After some time, Zhuang Sen arrived.

Chapter Twenty: The Dwarf Girl

Zhuang Sen's carriage stopped at a manor. Unlike the luxurious, residential manor of Zhuang Sen's family, this was a typical production-oriented manor. Inside and outside the pointed wooden walls was farmland, with several buildings scattered around. Everywhere one could see serfs bending over to work and overseers carrying whips. A dozen or so guards patrolled the area with spears, and carriages could often be seen coming and going, some empty and some fully loaded.

In short, it is thriving.

Zhuang Sen got off the carriage first, then extended his hand to Dantalian. The pure nun squeezed her clean little hand, feeling that it was still a little sticky, but she still took Zhuang Sen's hand.

After getting off the carriage, Dantalian looked around. Several carriages bearing the same black raven emblem made her thoughtful, and the gazes from all around confirmed her suspicions.

This is Jem Leon's estate. Is Johnson here to show off? No, he said he came to find the master blacksmith, but he actually wanted to take advantage of Jem Leon's death and seize his inheritance.

This...this isn't quite right, is it?

Besides, it's not feasible at all. No matter what, it's not like the murderer would inherit it.

Dantalian, who still had a high moral standard, thought this, but she didn't show it at all despite the various complicated gazes around her. Instead, she stood next to Zhuang Sen with a smile as always, inadvertently revealing the priest's scepter at her waist.

Regardless of the circumstances, she would definitely stand by Zhuang Sen's side!

The gazes around them shifted, their anger and fear intensifying!

Zhuang Sen naturally noticed this covert confrontation and gave a mocking smile to those who were trying to kill with their eyes: "Dantrian, look at them, don't they look like a pack of dogs without a master?"

Dantalian felt that what Johnson said was a bit inappropriate and advised, "Johnson, dogs are very loyal."

Zhuang Sen almost burst out laughing. He hadn't expected Dantalian to answer like that, and he couldn't help but chuckle: "Yes, yes, I shouldn't have insulted dogs."

Dantalian smiled and nodded, then looked at the others.

It wasn't that she was being harsh, but that was simply the reality. The other black crow carriages here already proved that they clearly belonged to different Leons, indicating that several Leons had come to compete for them. However, before they disembarked, these people had at least been overjoyed, if not weeping bitterly, and clearly showed no signs of resistance.

Of course, there's really nothing to criticize about this; you can't expect a group of serfs and servants to be truly loyal to their master and follow him to the death.

But Dantalian couldn't tolerate their politeness towards everyone else while being so cold and indifferent to Zhuang Sen, feigning loyalty. The Church of Vengeance despised such hypocrites; even if they directly attacked Zhuang Sen, Dantalian might have held them in higher regard.

Of course, those who deserve to be killed should still be killed.

The cold killing intent of the bloodline cultivator instantly dispelled the cold stares around them. Those hiding behind the crowd could no longer remain concealed. Several men and women, some with black hair and others with black eyes, clearly nobles, stepped forward and began to mock: "Zhuang Sen, how dare you, a fratricide, come to your brother's house? You are a cold-blooded and ruthless villain. No wonder you are close to the Church of Revenge, a church that likes to attack people from the shadows and befriends inferior mortals."

Zhuang Sen's gaze was originally on the blue-haired Angela Leon, but after hearing these words, he shifted his gaze to a man who bore a striking resemblance to Jem Leon.

Tim Leon, Jem Leon's younger brother by both parents, is currently eleventh in the line of succession. He's the brother who's always been favored by their mother and envied by Jem Leon. He's also awakened his bloodline, but only his mother's second-tier bloodline, the Firetail Hound. Despite his relatively high position in the line of succession, he'll likely never ascend to the throne unless all the third-tier bloodlines die out.

Zhuang Sen was too lazy to pay attention to this loser and turned to An Jie again: "An Jie, what business opportunity did you see this time? Share it with your brother."

Tim Leon's face turned pale as he glared at Zhuang Sen, but seeing Dantalian standing behind Zhuang Sen, he held back. There was no way he could win. He was only a level two bloodline user; with the same number of awakenings, he couldn't possibly contend with a higher-level bloodline. As for relying on numbers… well, who knows who actually had more people?

Ange ignored poor Tim and Zhuang Sen's flirting, replying with a smile, "There's no business opportunity left. I'm just here to collect the remaining payment that Brother Jim promised~"

Zhuang Sen nodded, then looked at the other silent Leon, but as soon as his gaze swept over them, they either looked up at the sky or at the ground; none of them seemed to want to talk to him.

At sixteen, I experienced emotional abuse and bullying from my family.

But Zhuang Sen couldn't do anything about this passive-aggressive behavior. After all, it was broad daylight, and he couldn't really take action. He could only proceed according to plan. He casually pointed to someone who looked like a manager and asked, "I remember there's a girl named Nia in your manor, the blacksmith's daughter who can forge magic iron equipment. Where is she now?"

Before Zhuang Sen could even finish speaking, and before the trembling steward could reply, the gazes of the others in Leon changed.

This time, Ange took the initiative to speak, her face all smiles, but her tone became somewhat impolite: "Zhuang Sen, the Harper family are legitimate knightly vassals, not something you can take away just by saying a few words."

Zhuang Sen wasn't surprised at all, because the most valuable part of this manor was the blacksmith knight family named Harper. They inherited a first-level bloodline called the "Iron-Eating Rat," whose combat strength was rather average, but they were extremely skilled in forging and were among the few blacksmiths in the entire Leon Territory who could forge magic iron equipment.