Monster Girl Development Master.

Zhuang Sen sensed the change in atmosphere and felt relieved. He had been quite worried about how to truly win over Nia; marriage before love didn't mean nothing needed to be done. Fortunately, it seemed those strange romance stories he'd read in his past life were still useful.

In this gradually cheerful, yet somewhat ambiguous atmosphere, the two arrived at their destination—the blacksmith shop in Glorious Manor.

The original blacksmith had moved to another estate after Johnson Leon became Johnson, and the blacksmith shop had been idle. Now it was ready to be put to use. After a night of preparation, Johnson and his men no longer needed to deal with any miscellaneous items.

"Want to have a contest and see who can produce the best item?"

Zhuang Sen took off his mask, picked up the hammer, and looked at Nia with a smile.

Nia chuckled, picked up the hammer, and said confidently, "Even if we have the same bloodline, I learned forging from my father, so I definitely won't lose."

"Then let's give it a try."

Zhuang Sen casually picked up a sword blank, "If you lose, I'll punish you..."

His eyes flickered, and he tried to press his advantage, saying, "I'll punish you by making you kiss me."

Miss Nia's face was flushed, whether from the high temperature of the furnace or something else, it was hard to tell, but her tone remained confident: "What if I win?"

Having decided to attack, Zhuang Sen certainly wouldn't back down: "Then I'll punish you by giving you a kiss!"

"What kind of punishment is this?!"

As Miss Nia said this, she casually picked up a sword blank.

Soon, the sound of bellows filled the air, followed by the clanging and banging of the hammers, blending together harmoniously into a cheerful melody.

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Author's Note: It seems some readers misunderstood, so I'd like to clarify. The protagonist will not use a substitute meal; he's currently refusing to use one—but he doesn't mind taking advantage of the situation. Lady Lia will definitely change her mind later, since she already knows Zhuang Sen's identity, so there's no possibility of her using a mask. The protagonist also has absolutely no intention of using a substitute meal. Anyway, that's all. Also, I welcome everyone's opinions. I read the comments every day and will answer them as much as I can. Finally, thank you all for your support ψ(｀?')ψ

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Trial

"Okay, okay, I admit defeat, I'll accept the punishment."

Zhuang Sen placed his chipped piece back on the workbench and anxiously rubbed his hands together. Nia, who had just been cheering and jumping for joy, seemed to have been put on pause, and immediately lowered her head. Her ten fingers twisted the hilt of the sword so tightly that she almost braided the poor piece of wood into a pretzel.

The dwarves' immense strength was terrifying.

Zhuang Sen took a step forward and put his hand on Nia's shoulder. Her fair and tender face slowly magnified in his eyes, and a wonderful scent, like the scent of dry bluestone warmed by the sun, wafted into his nostrils, making his heart flutter.

Nia's breathing became noticeably rapid, and her body stiffened, but this was just instinctive tension, not a sign of rejection. In fact, she had already quietly closed her eyes.

The warm midday sun shone down, bathing the two faces that were gradually drawing closer in a brilliant golden light.

"Young Master! The Madam urgently needs your attention. The Earl seems to be making some moves!"

The female knight, who had rushed over eagerly, faithfully carried out her orders. She didn't enter the blacksmith's shop but instead announced the arrival from afar. However, her spirited voice still broke the pleasant atmosphere, causing Zhuang Sen to raise his head helplessly: "I'll be right there, Lydia!"

After saying that, he looked at Nia, who had already opened her eyes, and hesitated whether to continue what he had just done, but the atmosphere was really getting out of hand... and he had to switch back to the bloodline of the rankless angel as soon as possible.

Zhuang Sen hesitated, then felt a cool sensation on his cheek. His eyes widened as he looked at Nia, who was lowering her tiptoes. The little dwarf shyly glanced at the sky: "Well, it makes no difference anyway..."

Towards the end, his voice became so soft it was barely audible.

Zhuang Sen tried hard to suppress his expression, but couldn't help but smile broadly. He affectionately pinched Nia's cheek: "No, the difference is huge, so I'll still have to accept punishment when I get back~"

Miss Nia blushed and, unable to control her strength, accidentally broke the hilt of the sword in her hand.

……

A moment later, Zhuang Sen switched back to the Angel of No Rank bloodline. Having already switched once, the bloodline didn't need to wait for the awakening process again, and the switch was easy. The cost was that the 1.01% development level of the tall and dwarf people he had just forged was reduced to zero.

"Let's go, Lydia, what happened?"

The female knight looked at Zhuang Sen, whose face was full of barely suppressed smiles, and took a step behind him: "It's a messenger from the Earl, young master. After the lady finished reading the letter, she sent me to find you, saying it was related to the inheritance."

What new tricks is Old Deng up to now?

Zhuang Sen shook his head speechlessly: "Alright, let's go then. Is the carriage ready?"

"Ready, young master."

"Thank you, Lydia."

The female knight silently looked up, watching Zhuang Sen stride forward. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but remind him, "Young Master, your attire..."

Zhuang Sen had only planned to while away the time at the blacksmith's shop today, to see how much his bloodline development could be improved by working on iron all day, so naturally he hadn't prepared clothes for his normal body type at the blacksmith's shop. However, after his passionate interaction with Miss Nia, Zhuang Sen forgot about this, so he switched back to his Unranked Angel bloodline. Although Zhuang Sen had grown from 1.31 meters to 1.75 meters tall, his clothes were still the 1.31-meter version.

Naturally, these clothes, or rather the fabric, did not serve their intended purpose.

Zhuang Sen, unusually annoyed, shouted, "Ledya! You don't need to say it!"

Lydia couldn't help but smile slightly as she took a step to catch up with Zhuang Sen, who was striding ahead with his long legs, but she always kept a step behind.

……

Escorted by Lydia, Johnson was able to return to his room with some dignity, change into new clothes, and then went to Lady Lydia's room. He naturally pushed open the door and entered: "Mother, what is it...?"

The sound stopped as the door opened, and Zhuang Sen looked at the noblewoman in the room with some surprise.

A black veil adorned her blonde hair, partially concealing her regal bearing and adding an alluring air of mystery, perfectly embodying the image of a dignified and elegant noblewoman. A long, equally black silk gown clung tightly to her body, perfectly highlighting her voluptuous figure, especially her soft, papaya-shaped breasts and wide, pert, heart-shaped buttocks. Although covered by the black fabric, revealing no skin, their shapes were clearly visible with each breath of Lady Lia. The two full mounds of flesh, seemingly about to burst free from the fabric's constraints, even swayed gently with her breath, as if deliberately attracting attention.

The skirt of the lower half was obviously designed to be thin and sheer, and Lady Liya's pair of straight, round, and voluptuous legs were faintly visible under the hazy tulle. Expensive and precious black spider silk stockings were wrapped on them, deeply encasing the beautiful flesh of her thighs. At the bottom of the skirt, her jade feet with purple nail polish were wearing a pair of black leather high heels, and the blue veins on her fair arches were even clearly visible.

in this way

Under Zhuang Sen's burning gaze, Lady Lydia smoothed the wrinkles in her dress with her elbow-length black silk gloves and calmly instructed, "Ledya, go and get the coat."

The female knight stepped past Zhuang Sen and entered the room, draping a thick, knee-length coat printed with black crows and golden eagles over Lady Liya's body. This covered her overly alluring and blood-pumping figure, leaving only her elegant and noble aura and her exquisite and mature face, half-hidden by a black veil.

This was the first time Zhuang Sen had seen Madam Liya dressed like this. Although Madam Liya usually wore a black dress, it was always quite loose and thick, and did not accentuate her figure, let alone black stockings and high heels.

Zhuang Sen had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, and sat down opposite Lady Liya.

Lady Leah gracefully picked up her black tea, her full, red lips touching the rim of the celadon cup. She sipped the slightly reddish tea, the droplets wetting her lips and making them appear even more moist and alluring. I wonder what it tastes like…

Zhuang Sen shook his head, dismissing the strange thought that had inexplicably appeared. It must be because of Nia's sudden attack earlier, which had affected his thinking! This was his adoptive mother, what was he thinking!

He sat up straight and asked seriously, "Mother, what is it?"

Lady Lia put down her teacup and slowly said, "Cross sent an invitation to a banquet tonight, saying that he will announce something about the succession dispute at the banquet... I wonder what he's planning."

"Is the old man planning to designate a successor?"

Zhuang Sen speculated, but then thought it unlikely, because it was pointless. Count Cross, as the Kingdom's Minister of Intelligence, would be lucky to spend a quarter of the year in Leon. Appointing a successor would only make that unfortunate child a target of public criticism, either dissolving in water or falling from his horse. Unless he truly went to great lengths to pave the way for that person, or even took him directly by his side…

Forget it, I'll stop guessing. We'll find out tonight anyway. There's no time to investigate now. Besides, the chances of getting information from the Minister of Intelligence within the kingdom's territory by relying on Johnson and Lady Liya are too low.

"Okay, I understand. But you could have just had Lydia inform me about this. Why did you have to call me back?" Although Zhuang Sen had also had a good look at the sights and hadn't lost out, he still felt a little uneasy thinking about Lydia's earlier reminder.

Lady Leah said quietly, "Do you think you did very well in your etiquette class?"

Zhuang Sen had only been in this world for a short time, and he had already spent a lot of time learning how to be Zhuang Sen Leon, while also taking care of his revenge. So it wasn't a matter of whether he got good grades in etiquette class; he simply hadn't attended any classes at all.

He doesn't need those complicated aristocratic etiquettes anymore!

Chapter 30: Training

But now that it's going to be used, banquets are not everyday occasions. Not knowing etiquette will make you a laughing stock—that's not a big deal, but if it causes doubt about your status, then it's not worth it.

Zhuang Sen, who was still thinking about going back to be affectionate with Nia, could only nod dejectedly: "Alright, Mother, let's begin, time is of the essence."

Lady Leah was very satisfied with Zhuang Sen's answer, and her eyes softened slightly: "First of all, go and change your clothes for me."

"Huh? Why? Isn't this my usual style?"

"That's why you can't wear it to the banquet. Lydia, go to wardrobe number three and get that dress."

Zhuang Sen stared blankly as Lydia walked into the depths of the room and quickly brought out a brightly colored dress. It was a set consisting of an orange-yellow tight-fitting top and bright red tight-fitting trousers. Both were made of high-quality silk and would definitely not be uncomfortable to wear—but damn it was a tight-fitting outfit.

What kind of perverted man would wear tight clothes?!

And it even has a yellow and red color scheme?

"No, I really can't wear this. I need to find another one."

The female knight stood there in confusion. She remembered that her young master used to really like this style. And she actually thought it was quite nice.

"Is it really not going to work?"

Lady Liya asked a question, and Zhuang Sen roughly realized that this might be the original owner's preference. However, he really couldn't accept it, so he could only shake his head: "I don't like this anymore, Mother. Let's change it."

“Alright.” Lady Leah didn’t insist, but her smile faded a little. “Let’s choose the clothes later. Let’s practice some basic etiquette first.”

As she spoke, Lady Lia stood up and came to Zhuang Sen, extending her right hand, which was wrapped in black lace: "You can kiss a woman's hand regardless of her status, but only if she invites you. That is, in a situation like this where the woman extends her hand first, you should support her fingertips from below and then kiss the back of her hand. Remember, don't stick out your tongue."

Zhuang Sen reached out and lowered his head. Beneath the delicate touch of the black lace, a faint fragrance wafted, intoxicating the senses.

"A second or two is enough; any longer would be impolite."

Lady Leah's voice woke Zhuang Sen. Zhuang Sen straightened up and released her fingers. Just as he was about to stand up, a hand pressed down on his shoulder. Lady Leah leaned forward, getting close to the inside of Zhuang Sen's coat. Her large, soft breasts, like ripe peaches, were almost pressed directly against the top of Zhuang Sen's head: "You bent your knees at the wrong angle just now. You should have bent them down a little more, and straightened your back. Don't look like you're trying to crawl under my skirt."

Zhuang Sen felt his nose filled with a soft, fragrant scent, and his previous slight dissatisfaction vanished instantly, replaced by utter bewilderment. Lady Lia had never acted so intimately with him before; what was going on today?

Although he didn't lose out, and could even be said to have made a huge profit, he still asked tactfully, "Mother, was it really necessary for you to come in person?"

Mrs. Lia calmly replied, "What, you're complaining about your mother? Who knows if your teachers have been bribed? There's no time to investigate now."

So, this is a rehearsal to showcase the mother-son relationship, right? Like a last-minute etiquette practice. But would a mother and son be this close? I don't have a mother, don't lie to me. Or is it simply that the original owner's relationship with Lady Lia was special?

The answer is that Zhuang Sen's ideas are completely wrong.

Lady Leah used to be a strict mother, employing a professional etiquette coach. As for why she's doing this now, she doesn't know. Perhaps it's because she saw Nia and Johnson, perhaps it's because of Dantalian and Johnson, perhaps…

Anyway, they're not really mother and son, right?

……

After a while, Lady Lia released Zhuang Sen's waist, and the breasts that had been squeezed into flat round shapes by Zhuang Sen's back returned to their original shape. A "pop" sound seemed to be heard in the air, which made Zhuang Sen, who had been tormented by the two red beans for a long time, feel relieved.

"Is everything alright?"

Lady Leah nodded reluctantly: "It's barely acceptable, just the most basic level. But can you dance?"

How about singing, dancing, rapping, and basketball?

Zhuang Sen felt a mischievous glint in his eyes, then honestly shook his head: "Do we really have to dance?"

"Sure, but if this banquet is truly related to the heir, then people from the church will definitely be invited. Priestess Dantalian will certainly be there. So, would you rather watch her dance with someone else, or watch someone else dance with you?"

"..."

"Also, Nia is your first wife. You're not planning to keep her at home working as a blacksmith, are you?"