Monster Girl Development Master.

Mira felt a little strange as soon as the words left her mouth, but Zhuang Sen just said quietly, "It's alright, but you definitely won't have anything to eat for a while, and the time allocating for brewing potions is also a problem..."

As Zhuang Sen spoke, he also found it difficult to keep a straight face. He could only brew one potion at a time, and the other one was mostly for Lady Liya's help. But this ingredient... well, it was fortunate that it wasn't required to be used immediately after extraction, so he could probably fool her... I guess.

……

In the silence, the door was pushed open, and Ange, Nia, and Hana walked in, happily greeting Zhuang Sen:

"Darling~"

"Zhuang... dear, darling."

Zhuang Sen caught Nia as she lunged at him, then waved to the timid Hana, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her: "Still so nervous? Did you not have enough fun yesterday?"

Hannah's face flushed red instantly, and her eyes almost started to dart around.

Seeing this, Zhuang Sen couldn't continue teasing her, so he changed the subject and introduced the three who hadn't yet received the inheritance to the workings of the inheritance, explaining how it worked, which was completely different from the situation with Nia and the other two.

So, who wants to go first?

Mira, Hana, and Ange looked at each other, and then Mira raised her hand: "I'll go first. Maybe I can get some information, after all, I'm from the Ancient Scroll Clan."

"Row."

Zhuang Sen patted Nia's little bottom, and the dwarf mother knowingly made way for Mira: "Mira, it wouldn't be bad for your darling to enjoy it a little, would it?"

Mira hugged Zhuang Sen tighter, licked his neck, and smiled, "If it's just like you, Miss Nia, I'll try my best to satisfy you, darling."

Zhuang Sen confirmed the inheritance with a dark expression.

The familiar black screen returned, followed by a luxurious and mysterious crimson palace. Exquisite paintings adorned the ancient, cold-toned stone walls. Crimson banners and carpets were arranged in a way that Zhuang Sen couldn't quite put his finger on, but which was very pleasing to the eye. Thirteen long tables were arranged in the palace, surrounded by high-backed chairs with crimson cushions. Each chair was occupied by a woman with skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood.

Behind the thirteen long tables was a golden throne, also covered with scarlet cushions. Seated on it sat an elegant woman dressed in an elaborate and gorgeous scarlet robe with gold trim. Her skin was whiter than the purest snow, and her lips were redder than the deepest blood. She was like the queen of the night, more beautiful than the silver moon, and more radiant than the stars.

Zhuang Sen, situated in the void, looked on with slight regret. It seemed the vampire lineage was the same as Lamia's. But then again, if it were like the dwarves, his blood wouldn't be enough to satisfy this endless horde of vampires. Not drinking blood? Not drinking blood would be even more terrifying, brother.

On the other side, although Mira was disappointed that Zhuang Sen was not by her side, she did not waste any time and immediately stepped forward. In that instant, the originally dull vampires became lively, and in front of them, on the long table that was originally empty, Zhuang Sen appeared one by one.

Some women gracefully embraced Zhuang Sen, gently biting his neck; others used delicate knives to slit his wrists and put the blood into wine glasses; still others roughly pounced on him, biting his lips hard and sucking them open.

Although Mira was very envious, after these two days of experience, she managed to restrain herself well—a bunch of country bumpkins who had never seen the world, blood is not as good as semen, what a disgrace.

With a strange sense of superiority, Mira strode forward and quickly passed the first row of seats at the long table.

Suddenly, Zhuang Sen felt himself float up and land in a slightly cool embrace. He looked up and saw the Queen of the Night's stunningly beautiful face, a perfect blend of elegance, nobility, and allure.

Mira paused, glaring at the vampire with displeasure. Although Zhuang Sen was everywhere, Mira managed to pinpoint his real location. However, her annoyance was fleeting; after all, it was just a matter of drinking a little of Zhuang Sen's blood, and it was merely an illusion—

Zhuang Sen felt a sudden chill down below, followed by a coldness and an erection—the Queen of the Night had pulled down his pants and was starting to eat with a less-than-elegant expression.

There are cows!

Mira clenched her fists and spread her wings, flying directly towards the Night Queen's position. But as soon as she took off, several scrolls suddenly appeared, dragging her back to the ground and blocking her way. In a moment of clarity, both she and Zhuang Sen understood that if Mira wanted to advance, she had to solve the problems on the scrolls.

And the banquet will not stop during this process.

"What a joke, you bastard!" Mira slapped open the scroll and strode forward. The scroll did not attack her again, but Mira soon stopped herself because she found that no matter how far she went, the scenery on all sides remained the same, and the distance did not shorten by an inch.

So she could only obediently catch the scroll that flew towards her and begin reading the questions… Hmm, very well, she had absolutely no idea how to answer them. She hadn't studied anything about vampires, so how could she possibly know the specialties, history, and locations of the thirteen clans!

Then several more scrolls flew over, no longer displaying questions, but rather lengthy and complex texts—in-depth yet far from simple knowledge—leaving Mira speechless. Even in an open-book exam where you have to copy answers, there still has to be a procedure, right?

Helpless, she began to read the text, which she didn't recognize at all but could understand. After three minutes, she completely abandoned her earlier hope—what open-book exam? The contents of this book seemed to date back to the beginning of time. How long would it take her to find the answers? Moreover, Mira found that reading this knowledge was draining her energy. After only a few minutes, she even felt a little dizzy.

Clearly, if she can't stand it anymore, then this inheritance will probably come to an end.

She had to be selective in her choices… Mira, with a long-lost spirit of tackling academic problems, began to attack the strange scroll in front of her—that was how it was supposed to be, but she would always look up from time to time, looking at the throne at the deepest part, at Zhuang Sen who was being constantly sucked up by Zhuang Sen.

Damn it, I can't learn this at all!

After what seemed like the umpteenth time this roar had been unleashed, the crimson hall shattered with a deafening crash. Johnson and Mira returned to Johnson's room, Nia's smile still lingering on her face.

What did you learn?

Feeling quite pleased with himself, Zhuang Sen rubbed Mira's huffy face and said, "There's no need to get angry with a bunch of ancient people, is there?"

"What angers me is this kind of outdated, conservative stuff. Textbooks need to be updated in a timely manner, not just kept piling up like building blocks!"

Mira whimpered, gently biting Zhuang Sen's neck. As the delicious blood entered her mouth, her anger quickly subsided: "But the gains were actually not bad. I gained quite a bit of knowledge about bloodlines. Perhaps I can find a way to lighten your burden, Zhuang Sen..."

"Then it seems my efforts weren't in vain." Zhuang Sen nodded seriously, then quickly changed the subject before Mira could undermine him, "Who's next?"

Ange pushed the nervous Hana into Zhuang Sen's arms and laughed, "Let her go first, otherwise I'm afraid she'll faint from nervousness."

Hannah shyly buried her head in Zhuang Sen's chest, her face burning red.

Zhuang Sen hugged the socially awkward sunflower tightly and used the inheritance technique.

The screen went black, and then an endless plain appeared, covered with countless strange and wonderful flowers. Among the flowers were unique figures, some alluring, some innocent, some lively, some shy... They varied in size, but what they all had in common was that they were all beautiful and alluring.

But the most beautiful sight is at the edge of the field of vision, where countless flowers of different colors and shapes bloom at the same time. Enchanting, pure, lively, shy... completely different and even contradictory temperaments seem to blend together perfectly on her, making people want to immerse themselves in her flower buds and enjoy her meticulous care.

Zhuang Sen floated in the void, watching Hana enter in Anawen's form, and felt somewhat worried. With Hana's personality, could she really make it without him watching over her?

Hana was also nervous, but remembering Zhuang Sen's various instructions, she still took a step. As she began to move, the Anawans, who had been swaying in the wind, also began to move. The flowers became more and more beautiful, and the fragrance became more and more intense. One by one, Zhuang Sen appeared in front of them with a fascinated look on his face, and then was completely swallowed into the plant greenhouses of their lower bodies.

That's great... But it's not like she doesn't have any~

Thinking of last night's madness, Hana chuckled to herself, her steps becoming lighter. For her, being unnoticed was far more relaxing and carefree. She walked for a while, and then Zhuang Sen felt drawn to her again, appearing before the giant Anawan, which was simultaneously blooming with thousands of different flowers.

An indescribable fragrance instantly captivated his body. Zhuang Sen automatically raised his head, and like a spear, he charged into the layers of scattered green leaves as he ran.

Do not--

Hana was struck dumb by what she saw. Like Mira, she clearly recognized the real Johnson. Therefore, when she saw Johnson rushing towards the giant Anawen without hesitation, she was utterly terrified.

No, no, her sun! Give her sun back!

The Fragrant Plains shattered with a deafening roar, along with Hana's newly lifted spirits. Even though she knew it was an illusion, the overwhelming realism and the sudden reversal overwhelmed her.

So, when she opened her eyes and saw Zhuang Sen again, Hana, who was socially anxious, took the initiative for the first time and decisively hugged Zhuang Sen's head and kissed him.

Zhuang Sen expressed his understanding and skillfully soothed Hana's feelings until both of them felt somewhat embarrassed by the onlookers. Only then did they slowly separate, letting the silver threads break in the air.

"Are you calm now?" Zhuang Sen licked his still slightly sweet lips. "What did you learn?"

Hannah reverted to her shy demeanor and carefully extended her right hand: "Part of it is some knowledge about plants, knowledge about Anawen, and this... it seems to be the seed of a plant called Fragrant Fruit."

Chapter 110: Habby and Durham (5247 words)

After comforting Hannah, who was still somewhat agitated, Zhuang Sen opened his arms to his little sister, Ange, and said, "Ange, it's your turn."

Anjie squeezed in without ceremony, touched Zhuang Sen's face, and confidently declared, "Let's begin, brother. I'm ready, and I'm sure I can go all the way!" As she spoke, she glanced at Mira, but before she could finish her provocation, everything went black.

Then a lush, colossal tree appeared before her, at least several hundred meters tall, with countless harpies perched upon it, their multicolored wings reflecting the gentle morning light like a rainbow. They seemed to be ranked by the color of their feathers, with brown-feathered harpies at the bottom of the trunk, followed by gray-feathered ones… and at the very top of the canopy, perched a giant harpy with pink feathers, its indistinct face not affecting her sharp gaze or haughty demeanor.

Hmm, she does look quite like Anjie from before.

As always, Zhuang Sen floated in the void, pinching his chin and judging the bare-chested hobbits.

On the other side, Ange spread her wings and took her first step toward the giant tree.

The waiting harpies immediately came to life, flapping their wings and dancing around the giant tree like dancers, their enchanting songs filling the air with ambiguity and seduction. As Ange continued upwards, one zhuangsen after another emerged from various parts of the giant tree, only to be embraced by the harpies. What was originally a solo dance suddenly turned into a duet, and the more they danced, the less clothing the zhuangsen wore.

"They don't seem as good at it as vampires... "

As Zhuang Sen was making his comments, he felt a familiar pull. Looking up, he saw that he was indeed above the treetop, where the giant pink-feathered hobby—the hobby queen—was staring at him, uttering seductive sounds that made one's heart flutter.

Not forcing it?

Zhuang Sen felt strange and even a little unaccustomed to not being forcibly pushed into the inheritance for the first time, so he looked down. Ange was flying upwards at high speed, and when Zhuang Sen looked over, she had just passed the area of ​​the second type of Harpy and arrived in the area of ​​the third type of Harpy with blue feathers.

Is the Harpy lineage really that easy to inherit?

Zhuang Sen muttered to himself, "There's absolutely no actual test? Excluding the dwarf girl who seems quite special right now, the other inheritances basically start to get tougher in the second area, and they'll have to take action in the third area. But why is Harpy still singing, dancing, and teasing Zhuang Sen here?"

Ok?

Zhuang Sen sensed something was wrong. It didn't feel like Harpy was forcing the illusions of Zhuang Sen this time; instead, it felt like the illusions of Zhuang Sen were actively attacking Harpy. What kind of strange inheritance was this? Preferring to be passive, huh?

While Zhuang Sen was complaining, Ange had already flown across the third area, feeling quite smug. Sure enough, she was right! The content of this inheritance was selective, actively attacking the weaknesses of the recipient! Therefore, Mira failed because she couldn't solve the puzzle, Hana failed because she lost Zhuang Sen, and Ange faced the test of becoming useless and being abandoned by Zhuang Sen.

So, while everyone else was being forcibly pinned down and exploited by Zhuang Sen, in her case, Zhuang Sen was actively seeking out other harpies to mate with, and even the real Zhuang Sen was doing the same. But this, already anticipated by Ange, couldn't shake her resolve. After all, she was well aware of her current position. Although Zhuang Sen hadn't treated her particularly badly, she was still a "prisoner," a "former enemy." Under these circumstances, she naturally worried about being abandoned by Zhuang Sen one day, but because she had always anticipated this, she wasn't shocked or surprised. This allowed her to maintain her composure, understand that this was just an illusion, and know what the right thing to do was.

Upwards! Keep going upwards! Maintain your influence on Zhuang Sen!

Soon, the area where the blue-feathered Harpy was located came to an end, and a soft yet tough air wall stood in front of Ange, causing her to stop in her tracks.

"Is it over already? Oh well, it's better than Mira, and I should be able to get a decent reward this way, right?"

Ange felt a pang of regret, but accepted the outcome calmly. She looked up, then her pupils dilated in shock—"Damn it! You fucking can't, you can't do this!!!"

Above, the giant Happy had somehow shrunk to a tiny form, hanging on Zhuang Sen's body. A faint, innocent smile appeared on its blurred face, and a sweet, adorable voice emanated from its previously soft, melodious throat: "Your sister is so scary~ Unlike me, who only cares about her brother~ Brother~"

Who's your brother?! Don't try to claim kinship with someone else!

The illusion shattered, and the clever Ange's eyes were full of murderous intent. Then, her previous actions met Mira's gaze, which earned her a look of utter disbelief.

gas!

Ange clenched her small hands, about to start a verbal battle with Mira, when she heard Zhuang Sen's voice: "Well done, Ange, you actually reached the end of the stage on the first try, and you didn't even sell your body. Well done, here's a kiss for you."

Feeling the damp heat on her face, Ange suddenly stopped being angry and proudly raised her head: "Hmph, because I discovered the pattern of this inheritance. It deliberately attacks the part of the recipient's heart that they cannot accept the most. For example, Hana cannot accept that you are injured or disappear, and that silly Mira is worried that you will distance yourself from her because she has recently become stupid."

After Ange's words, Hana was alright, but she became a little shy again, and her gaze, which had been fixed on Zhuang Sen, temporarily fell to the ground. Mira, however, seemed to have been hit where it hurt, her face instantly turning bright red, and she didn't refute it, which was an admission of agreement.

Zhuang Sen patted Anjie's little bottom and changed the subject, saying, "According to you, what about Nia and Dantalian?"

“Nia’s situation is too special to say, but Dantalian’s is obviously possessive of you, brother.” Ange continued smugly, “It’s the same in reality, Dantalian almost always hugs you whenever he has free time, just like now.”

Zhuang Sen tilted his head back, feeling a soft, familiar touch against his head, which stopped him from peeking at Dantalian's expression. However, after a moment's recollection, he confirmed that Ange was right. Unless absolutely necessary, Dantalian would almost always cling to Zhuang Sen, and it was getting more and more intense. Now she even worked in her room, as if she wanted to keep Zhuang Sen tied to her arms all the time.

Awesome!

Zhuang Sen rubbed his head against the pillow: "Dantrian, is Angela right?"

Dantalian smiled and tightened her grip on Zhuang Sen's arms, puffing out her chest: "It seems I need to prepare to face the challenge of Queen Lamia in the next inheritance. Or perhaps, Miss Ange, you would also like to take on the challenge?"

They know, but they won't change; instead, they'll threaten you.

The rest of the people in the room, except for Nia, were a little nervous, after all, they couldn't beat Dantalian, who was already capable of awakening three times.

"Alright, Dantalian, stop scaring them." Zhuang Sen reached out and patted Dantalian's thigh as she stood behind him. "It's not like we haven't been together before."

Dantalian looked away, patted Zhuang Sen, and smiled without saying a word.

Ange took the initiative to change the subject, and pulled a book out of her pocket: "By the way, brother, besides the increase in knowledge and bloodline, I also obtained this—Harpy Fantasia!"