Monster Girl Development Master.

She felt a slight pang of regret, an instinctive resistance to the coldness and emptiness, a rejection of the dead body by her still-living soul. She didn't even know what to do next. Should she, like the ghost in the story, wait for her funeral to end before crawling out of her grave to begin her wanderings? Or should she get up now and show Lady Leah her transformation, hoping for a miraculous and beautiful ending?

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[Duraham's bloodline has been successfully developed to the beginner level, and Shadow Harpy bloodline*1 has been randomly obtained. The Duraham species encyclopedia has been unlocked.]

But Zhuang Sen didn't care about that. After confirming that the bloodline of Durahn had successfully merged into Lydia's, he got up again, went to Lydia's head, and picked it up: "Knight Lydia, it's time to get up."

Lydia's eyes widened in surprise: "Young Master, it's you?"

Then, Lady Lia, Mira, and Angela all widened their eyes.

The crows that had been circling above Glorious Manor, taking in everything, also stared wide-eyed.

The dead have come back to life?!

Everyone except Zhuang Sen subconsciously pinched their own cheeks, wondering if they were hallucinating. Otherwise, how could they have witnessed something so outrageous! A dead person, a dead person whose head had been cut off, was actually speaking? She didn't even want to put her head back in before she could speak again!

Moreover, it's not hard to tell from her words that this seems to be because of Zhuang Sen.

Just because Zhuang Sen fed her some blood?

Miss Mira was momentarily dazed, touching her fangs. The thing she'd been drinking all this time—was it some kind of elixir that could bring the dead back to life? Well, it didn't seem impossible, after all, his blood was so delicious, it could even promote bloodline development, and the ability to resurrect seemed acceptable—what a joke!

These are not even in the same league!

Miss Mira felt that her dignity and values ​​as a bloodline scholar had been shattered once again. Although this was not the first time, it was probably the most serious one.

"No, no, no, I didn't resurrect her. She just awakened her bloodline. I only just discovered that. Her bloodline is Durrah, which can only be awakened when one is headless."

Very well, this is the most serious time that Miss Mira's values ​​have been shattered.

Mira listened blankly to Zhuang Sen's answer, then buried her face in his arms and climbed on top of him: "I can't hold back anymore!"

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Author's note: Tomorrow I can finally relax and have some fun!

Chapter 90: The Vampire's Desire (4220 words)

As mentioned earlier, when Mira directly sucked Johnson's blood, it brought them both an extremely strong sense of satisfaction and desire. They only restrained themselves because they were in a hurry to save Lady Lydia. Now that Lady Lydia is safe, and even Lydia, who fought loyally to the death, has been resurrected and awakened her bloodline, there is clearly no need to restrain themselves anymore.

Zhuang Sen held Mira's waist, the girl's erect breasts pressing against his chest and abdomen. Her scarlet eyes were hazy and watery as she looked up at him. Her red lips were slightly parted, revealing sharp fangs. Her soft, seductive moan had barely left her lips when it plunged into Zhuang Sen's chest, intensely stimulating his heartbeat.

He thought that after the separation, Mira would be under control without her bloodsucking, but it turned out that he was the one being controlled. This shows that you should never drink addictive substances indiscriminately.

Zhuang Sen tightened his grip, holding down Mira, who had already started to writhe, and tossed Lydia's head to Lady Lydia, saying to them, "Mother, Lydia, keep an eye on Ange and that assassin. I need to take care of some things first, and I'll deal with her later!"

Without waiting for a reply, he picked up Mira, whose face was flushed and who looked as if she were drunk, and hurriedly headed to his room.

Lydia and Lady Leah exchanged bewildered glances. Lady Leah, in particular, felt a bit taken aback. Wasn't Zhuang Sen supposed to be here to rescue her? How did he suddenly end up getting involved with that strange scholar? Lady Leah felt a pang of jealousy and resentment, but she couldn't find a reason to stop him. After all, she was just Zhuang Sen's mother and ally; what right did she have to interfere with which woman he was with? Besides, Zhuang Sen seemed to need it too; she couldn't expect him to suppress it.

Taking advantage of Zhuang Sen's departure, Anjie quietly shrank back to prepare to escape. However, before she could even dismount from Kowloon Horse, Lydia's headless corpse raised its right hand to her and emitted a beam of black light.

Death Coil

A light as black as death fell on Ange, binding her limbs. Lydia then fired another shot at Kate, and then a voice came from her hair: "Master, please give me your head. It's still a bit awkward like this."

Lady Lydia, as if waking from a dream, quickly went to Lydia's body and carefully placed her head back down. Lydia felt much better and exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "I never imagined that the young master was so...so powerful, able to even bring the dead back to life, well, I guess you could call it resurrection?"

Lydia has also acquired all the knowledge that comes with the [Durahan bloodline], including the ability to transform back into human form. However, even in human form, decapitation is no longer her weakness.

Lady Leah pursed her lips, carefully examined Lydia's head, and suddenly said, "Lydia, are you thinking of going to find Zhuang Sen?"

Calm, loyal, and brave, the female knight who had been brought back from the dead did not blush. Her stagnant heart and cold body gave her absolute composure. She said, "No, no, no, no...no!"

Lady Leah laughed: "Now that you are also a bloodline member, your skin is whiter and smoother than mine. Do you still feel unworthy of Zhuang Sen?"

Lydia twisted her neck, feeling as if her head was about to fall off, and said nervously, "But, Madam, your safety..."

"The other guards should be here soon, don't worry." Lady Lia suppressed her inner turmoil and said calmly, "Or I can go with you and bring Ange along, so that if anything happens, you can provide immediate support. Or are you worried that I'll hear something I shouldn't?"

Lydia grew increasingly embarrassed, but a surge of impulse within her cold heart compelled her to agree to Lady Lydia's suggestion. She picked up the resentful-looking Ange, dragged the unconscious Kate, and headed towards Johnson's room. Lady Lydia, behind her, touched her burning face, ordered the manor guards who had finally arrived to return to their posts, then lifted her skirt and, stepping over the blood-soaked ground, followed Lydia.

As they approached Zhuang Sen's room, a seductive, youthful moan reached their ears, making them wonder if there were other women in the room, because no one could associate the elegant and intellectual Miss Mira with this voice.

Lydia and Lady Lia exchanged a glance, then went to the window together and cautiously peered inside. On the clean and tidy bed, which remained intact even when Zhuang Sen was not there, Zhuang Sen was on top of Mira. Their two fair bodies were intertwined and pressed together, his hard, iron-like member pressed against her soft, hot abdomen, the tip almost reaching her navel.

Lydia instinctively dropped Kate, freeing her hand to gesture in front of her. Her already pale face turned even paler. This...this...I hope that young lady isn't in trouble.

She instinctively swallowed, cautiously continuing to peer inside, watching the terrifying behemoth slowly disappear into Mira's body. The woman's face contorted in pain, her brows furrowed, and her groans grew louder, making her appear to be in great discomfort.

As a righteous knight, she could not stand idly by in the face of such atrocities, nor could she watch a young girl continue to suffer—but then again, this was her young master, and she could not disobey him either.

Lydia timidly continued to peek through the window, her eyes glued to the screen, completely oblivious to Lady Lydia's strange behavior.

Inside the room, Zhuang Sen did feel the gazes coming from outside, but after realizing it was Lydia and Lady Lia, he didn't want to waste his precious time.

He looked down at Mira again. Her flushed face, as if she were drunk, and her fair skin created an incredibly alluring scene. The girl's hazy eyes reflected Zhuang Sen's figure. Her half-open red lips were covered with Zhuang Sen's saliva, making them smooth and shiny. Several red finger marks appeared on her delicate budding breasts. These were the marks left by Zhuang Sen when he was unexpectedly squeezed by the cool and tight honey hole when he first entered her.

"Your lower mouth doesn't suck blood either, does it? It's sucking so tightly, I'm afraid to move."

Zhuang Sen gently caressed the fledgling pigeon, his waist thrusting forward very slowly. The large Zhuang Sen, with most of his penis still exposed, slowly advanced, grinding against the layers of flesh in the honey hole. The overlapping of flesh brought an extremely stimulating sensation to both of them, especially to Miss Mira, who was experiencing sex for the first time. The pain of being deflowered quickly disappeared with the penetration of the large Zhuang Sen, and was covered by pleasure.

"Nonsense..." Mira retorted to Zhuang Sen's lewd words with a mixture of shame and anger, but she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together even tighter. The desire she had accumulated while sucking blood had not disappeared with Zhuang Sen's teasing and penetration. On the contrary, she wanted Zhuang Sen to go deeper and satisfy her even more.

Zhuang Sen, who shared the same desire, finally understood Mira's meaning. He looked down at the girl's blushing face, which made her turn her head away. He then followed her gaze downwards, past her slender and graceful neck, to her delicate and alluring collarbone, her small but perfectly sized breasts, her flat and smooth abdomen, and her sparse white pubic hair. Every part of her exuded the youthful vitality of a young girl. Combined with Mira's shy expression and movements, it was as if she was interpreting what an elegant and intellectual literary girl was.

"However, the literary girl is holding on too tightly."

Zhuang Sen's inexplicable words aroused Mira's suspicion. Then, taking advantage of her momentary distraction, Zhuang Sen immediately thrust his spear straight in, penetrating directly into the deepest part of her honey hole. Zhuang Sen and her womb made intimate contact, and thick honey gushed out like a tide. Before Mira could react to Zhuang Sen's sneak attack, she was overwhelmed by intense pleasure, and her eyes rolled back as she trembled.

"How come he's even less valuable than Nia?"

Zhuang Sen was speechless. He had only just begun, but there was nothing he could do. He could only slowly pull his massive penis, which had just penetrated to its deepest point, out again, preparing to teach Miss Mira some oral techniques, just like Nia often did. But he had only pulled it out halfway when her honey pot, which had just relaxed from excitement, tightened its grip on Zhuang Sen's massive penis once more.

"Hmm? Still not giving up?"

Zhuang Sen wasn't surprised. Nia had been like that at first, but she quickly realized her own limitations and is now used to being the first to be eliminated.

"Gang, that was just a sneak attack!" The literary girl also had a temper. "Come at me again if you dare—ah!"

Zhuang Sen launched another shameless sneak attack, violently thrusting into the womb. The previous round of holy water in the honey hole had not yet dried up, and new holy water kept spraying out under Zhuang Sen's charge, staining the clean white bedding with large water stains, as if someone had wet the bed.

Mira was too weak to protest. Zhuang Sen's brutal thrusts struck right into her overflowing desire. His thick, large penis violently entered and exited her full, moist vagina, each stroke reaching deep into the cavity. Zhuang Sen kissed the inner walls of her vagina, each thrust eliciting a high-pitched moan from Mira: "Mmm—Zhuang Sen—ha—faster~ good—mmm~"

The elegant literary girl's moans were very monotonous, but her clear voice still added to Zhuang Sen's speed of attack. His hard, hot penis ravaged the girl's soft, tender, yet icy honey hole. Every insertion made Mira tremble all over, and every withdrawal made Mira reluctantly clench her legs. Her slender waist rose and fell with Zhuang Sen's movements. The silvery-white forest and Zhuang Sen's black area squeezed and collided with each other, forming a sharp contrast.

"It seems you, Binya, are the one who can hold on a little longer..."

After being drained of blood the whole way, and having given Lydia another 300 ml, Zhuang Sen finally started to feel a bit weak. Although his waist was still moving very fast, it was because the desire aroused by the blood-draining was too strong, and Mira's honey hole was just too comfortable. The cool and soft feeling was something Zhuang Sen was experiencing for the first time, so naturally he couldn't bear to stop.

"Hmph~ Now~ you know~ ooh—" Miss Mira wanted to declare her victory triumphantly, but before she could say two words, she was interrupted by another impact that went straight to her core. Her small mouth was slightly open, letting saliva wet the hair at the corner of her mouth and flow down her graceful swan neck.

The two fell silent, grasping each other's hands and intertwining their bodies. Zhuang Sen gently bit Mira's lips, licking her soft, cool lips: "Miss Mira, are you deliberately trying to arouse your desire?"

As the cerebellum was about to be satisfied and the cerebrum regained its intellectual dominance, Zhuang Sen sensed something was wrong. If vampires were aroused by blood just by drinking it, wouldn't every time they drank blood be equivalent to sex?

Miss Mira's eyes darted around: "No, this is what happens when you suck blood directly from a human body. My instincts tell me that. Besides, you did it first, didn't you? You used your blood to control me first!"

Hearing Ms. Mira's not-so-wrong suggestion, Zhuang Sen wanted to nod, but his posture limited him, so he opted to give her a kiss instead: "Hmm, indeed, but since you say so, then I'm relieved..."

Mira sensed something was wrong and asked, with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, "What...what do you want to do..."

Zhuang Sen smiled but didn't answer, kissing her again. His hard chest pressed against the girl's sensitive nipples, and his constant thrusting became even more forceful. With all three methods combined, Mira, who was already struggling to hold on, completely collapsed, her juices splashing out. Zhuang Sen, who was also somewhat exhausted, no longer suppressed his pleasure and released the barrier around his penis.

With the final thrust, Zhuang Sen's massive member gushed forth scalding white fluid, warming the vampire girl's cool honeypot. The moment the first drop of white essence touched the walls of her honeypot, Mira felt an indescribable, intense pleasure.

Ten times stronger than the pleasure of drinking fresh blood directly from Zhuang Sen's body, five times stronger than the pleasure of having intercourse with Zhuang Sen? Miss Mira was no longer able to think clearly. She felt as if her proud and self-assured brain was being overwhelmed by pleasure, replaced by a viscous liquid, and her mind was filled only with the desire for that perfect pleasure.

From Zhuang Sen's perspective, he only saw Mira twitch a few times with his ejaculation, and then pink hearts lit up in her scarlet eyes.

wrong!

Zhuang Sen became alert, but it was too late.

The girl, who had just been tormented and played with at will, suddenly unleashed an extremely powerful force, flipping Zhuang Sen onto the bed and taking the top position herself.

"Heh, heh heh, heh heh heh... Zhuang Sen~ My dear Zhuang Sen~ My dear~" A completely different style, like a pervert's laughter, came from Mira's mouth. She had absorbed a whole tube of Zhuang Sen's essence. Now, the vampire, full of energy and even more energetic than in her prime, firmly suppressed the weak Zhuang Sen. "You asked for this. You said you would control me, right? Well, you'd better take responsibility."

"Mira, calm down, we have important business to attend to..."

"Yes, yes, let's get down to business."

Mira's bat wings, stretching out from her back, cast a massive shadow, gripping Zhuang Sen like a demonic claw. Her alluring smile banished elegance and intellect, her scarlet eyes pulsating with pink hearts, radiating an endless desire for him. She pressed down on Zhuang Sen, her peach-like buttocks gently lifting as she straddled him. Her firm, rounded buttocks brushed against his slightly weary manhood, the elastic flesh and cleft, along with the constantly secreting nectar, teased his nerves, causing it to stand erect once more.

"Oh my, Zhuang Sen, darling, doesn't your body also want to continue?"

Mira raised her buttocks high, aimed them at the terrifyingly large object, and slowly sat down.

"Mmm~" After a seductive nasal sound, Mira leaned close to Zhuang Sen's ear affectionately, "Hey, darling, hurry up and hand over that delicious essence~"

Zhuang Sen grunted and forcibly suppressed his erection.

Then he straightened his back forcefully. You mere vampire, watch me smash you to pieces with this pile driver!

Outside the window, the righteous female knight withdrew her hand from under her armor, feeling that she could no longer stand idly by.

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Author's note: I haven't written the bonus chapter yet, let me take a look first.

Chapter 91: Loyalty, Flowed Out (5656 words)

Lydia Ston is a loyal, brave, and tenacious female knight. She can face powerful enemies without hesitation and fight to the death, and she can also remain loyal and silent forever. It is impossible for such a female knight to have any strange thoughts just because she watched a live sex show.

However, Lydia didn't know why, but looking at Zhuang Sen being ridden and ravaged by Mira, she felt her heart beating very fast.

It's probably an illusion.

She thought to herself that she was already dead; her heart would no longer beat, and her body was nothing but cold ice, like a corpse.

But what is throbbing in my chest, and what is the warmth rising from below my lower abdomen...? Why does this happen when I'm just watching the young master have sex with a woman?

Or is this actually some kind of summoning? Like in those stories, the resurrected dead are controlled and must obey the orders of the person who brought her back to life, so are these feelings because the young master is summoning her to join him?

The female knight found an excuse, driven by her bloodline instincts, to get close to Zhuang Sen, like a living corpse craving flames. It was as if by touching Zhuang Sen and his rich essence, she could regain her sense of life.

No, she's just going to help the young master punish that insubordinate villain. That's right, young master, I'm here to help you!

Having made up her mind, Lydia withdrew her right hand, which had unknowingly slipped under her armor, pushed open Zhuang Sen's door, and strode inside. Lady Lia, who was about to urge Lydia on, didn't even have time to react. She could only look at Angela, whom Lydia had left behind, and transform her inexplicable displeasure and bitterness into shrewd calculations.

Inside the room, Lydia came to the bedside and placed her hand on Mira's shoulder: "Miss Koffne, please get off the young master!"

Mira slowed her movements, her crimson eyes, sparkling with pink hearts, turning to the headless knight. His tall, naked figure came into view, his full breasts surging over the girl's less-than-curved nipples, though their skin was uniformly pale. A smile played on the vampire girl's lips as her gaze lingered below the headless knight's muscular abs, where a small stream could be faintly seen flowing amidst the dark pubic hair.