Monster Girl Development Master.

Fearing that she might turn into a boy knight if she stayed any longer, Lydia quickly bowed and hurried toward Lady Lydia's room.

……

As the owner of the manor, Lady Leah's room was naturally equipped with a bathtub and an "advanced" water supply system. She no longer needed to fetch water bucket by bucket, and she could easily take a bath by herself. At this moment, she was waiting for the hot water to boil while taking off her dirty floor-length dress.

She gazed at the full-length mirror in the bathroom. The smooth surface reflected a beautiful mature woman, her fair skin exposed to the rising steam. Her full breasts, freed from their restraints, trembled and traced an arc in the air. Below her slightly fleshy belly, dewdrops peeked from the golden forest, making Lady Lia bite them with her teeth. Her already fair and rosy face became even more delicate and charming.

She recalled her thoughts when facing Count Cross's final attack, and the scene of discovering that Zhuang Sen's small body had blocked the attack in front of her. Her emotions surged, and they did not fade with time and safety; on the contrary, they became more intense and passionate, surging in the beautiful woman's uneasy heart.

The mature beauty's plump thighs unconsciously pressed and rubbed together, her ten round and smooth toes, each distinct like a delicate pearl, curled up at this moment, with her arches slightly bent as well. After a long while, she suddenly released them, and Lady Liya softly sat down in the clear liquid. The plump, mature buttocks of the beautiful woman trembled with lingering pleasure, and her face, as beautiful as a red flower, was reflected in the mirror, her eyes alluring.

"This is really... Johnson~"

With a low, nasal murmur, Lady Lia felt her mind was exceptionally clear, allowing her to clearly capture some details she had missed before. She understood why Dantalian and Ange had persuaded her to return with Johnson first, and she understood the real reason why Johnson had been so imposing in announcing his succession to the Earl, but then fell silent.

She slowly propped herself up and slid into the white jade bathtub. The slightly warm water enveloped her ripe, fair body, soothing her flower that had just released its waves.

"Madam, I've put your new clothes in the usual spot." Lydia gently knocked on the bathroom door, placing the thin fabric in her hand into the clothes basket. Her appearance confirmed Lady Lydia's suspicions about her "daughters-in-law's" intentions, making her feel both shy and grateful.

She wasted no more time and quickly began to wash herself. Her mature and beautiful face no longer showed sadness, only anticipation and joy.

A moment later, Mrs. Lia, wrapped in a bath towel, came out of the bathroom and into the dressing room. Looking at the thin, sheer fabric in the clothes basket that looked like it would break at the slightest touch, she first subconsciously felt it was lewd, but then she thought of Zhuang Sen, and then, as if possessed, picked up the fabric.

A purple, openwork lace triangle pierced through her plump toes, running up her soft calves to her full thighs, gently covering the golden forest of hair. Honeyed fluid welled from her unfulfilled vulva, dampening the fabric. Then came the weightless, gossamer-thin black stockings. As the highest-ranking leader of the Falau Merchant Guild in Leon, Lady Lia naturally recognized this expensive fabric. With practiced ease, she bent down and lifted her leg, slipping her jade-like foot into the smooth fabric, allowing the black to slowly climb up her flawless, white legs, covering them with an alluring mystery.

Once both legs were covered, Lady Leah moved her legs slightly, then reached her index finger inside the tight stockings around her thighs, gently turning it around to keep her beautiful, tender legs balanced before slowly loosening it.

slap~

The elastic fabric pattered against her soft, supple thighs, making a soft sound. Lady Lia nodded in satisfaction and picked up the last garment from the clothes basket, if this hazy, transparent black veil, barely big enough to cover her snow-capped cherries, could be considered clothing.

Lady Lia bit her red lips lightly, suppressing her shyness as she picked it up and awkwardly tied the silver thread on it to her body, letting the black veil cover the pink cherry, creating a stark contrast with the snow-white flesh.

"Ledya is really..."

Muttering to herself, Lady Leah spun around in place, looking at her reflection in the mirror—a reflection she'd never seen before—then suddenly lowered her head and tugged at the black stockings at her heels: "It shouldn't be too tight, right? I hope it won't seem too..."

Lydia began knocking on the door: "Madam, are you done washing?"

"I'm all better now."

Lady Leah was startled and answered hastily. Then, she rallied herself, took down the luxurious gown hanging on the coat rack, and covered her proud, mature figure with a black fabric adorned with jewels, along with the lewd attire covering it.

She looked at herself in the mirror again, and only after confirming that she hadn't revealed anything did she push open the door and go out, calmly saying to Lydia, "Let's go."

Lydia suppressed the urge to ask "Where are we going?" and silently led the way.

……

In Zhuang Sen's room, Zhuang Sen had already finished showering and changed into a plain white shirt that better suited his angelic image and temperament. His black hair, with a touch of red highlights, hung wetly on his head, using the coolness to suppress his restlessness. However, Zhuang Sen couldn't help but wonder if Lady Lia would come.

Until he heard a soft creak from his unlocked door, he reflexively turned his gaze in that direction.

A beautiful woman in a black dress stepped across the threshold and into the room. Her fair face, free of makeup, was flushed with a gentle blush. Her watery eyes stared straight at them. Her beauty and nobility blended together, igniting a burning desire in them. Da Zhuangsen quietly saluted.

"Zhuang Sen..."

Feeling the man's burning gaze, Lady Liya suddenly realized her mistake. She was in such a hurry that she had forgotten to put on makeup. What should she do? Would he dislike her? In her anxiety, her gaze, which had been fixed on Zhuang Sen's face, lowered and caught sight of the imposing Zhuang Sen, who was practically tearing the silk cage to shreds. Her anxiety vanished instantly, and she even felt a surge of flirtatious intent.

The beautiful woman, having regained her confidence, moved gracefully to Zhuang Sen's side, reached out and touched his face, and chuckled, "Zhuang Sen, what's wrong? Is there still something about your injury that hasn't healed?"

A fragrant breeze caressed his face, and soft words reached his ears. Zhuang Sen's breath quickened as he grasped the soft little hand on his face. The intense heat of her eyes and the warmth of her palms sent a warm current through the beautiful woman's lower abdomen. Her confidence and teasing instincts crumbled under the burning desire, leaving only a few undulating waves of passionate emotion.

"Zhuang Sen..." With a gentle touch, the beautiful woman half-squatted down, looking directly at her beloved, whose figure was small but whose soul possessed that of a true man. Her red lips uttered a soft murmur that even she herself wasn't entirely sure of, "Guess what Mom is wearing underneath?"

tear-

Zhuang Sen answered with his actions.

The expensive dress was roughly torn apart, revealing the fair skin and lewd inner garment. Delicate silver threads were tied to the fair and alluring flesh. The soft and tender flesh, which was snow-white and mature, shook violently due to the rough movements. The pink cherries stood erect, teasing the black veil covering them, and seducing Zhuang Sen in a coy manner.

Zhuang Sen loosened the tattered fabric of the dress with his small hands and vigorously kneaded the soft, tender flesh. The bouncy texture excited him even more. His other hand reached down, but his size limited his ability to reach the golden forest. He only managed to hook the thin rope of the purple triangle. After several tugs, the thin rope, which was trapped in the beautiful woman's mature body, broke, completely releasing her already protruding plump buttocks and flower cave.

As they were pulled, the fabric that had sunk deep into the honeyed crevice fell down, making the already wet flower cave even more lonely. The beautiful woman's plump buttocks swayed unconsciously, and her hands wrapped around the waist of the young boy in front of her. Her red lips fell like starlight, leaving shallow marks on his tender and handsome face.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhuang Sen grabbed the beautiful woman's proud breasts, hung her legs on her plump, round buttocks, and pressed his hard, throbbing erection against her slightly fleshy abdomen, pouring his burning desire into her body.

"Zhuang Sen~" Feeling the weight hanging on her body and the warm current flowing inside and outside her lower abdomen, Lady Liya's eyes almost sparkled with hearts. She also reached out and grabbed Zhuang Sen, adjusting her position to let the excited Zhuang Sen sink into the long-lost flower cave.

Her already moist, sticky passage was filled with thick, sticky fluid, and her tightness was no less than that of a virgin. She clung tightly to Zhuang Sen, as if wanting to keep him inside forever. Zhuang Sen gasped, the pleasurable sensation exceeding his expectations, especially the feeling of being completely enveloped and held by her body, which gave him immense satisfaction.

"Leah."

Zhuang Sen softly called out Lady Liya's name, and then felt another contraction below, becoming even tighter, while the eyes that had been staring at him became increasingly moist, almost dripping with water.

"Jonson."

Lady Lia also called out Zhuang Sen's name, lowered her head and kissed Zhuang Sen's forehead, and then moved down to Zhuang Sen's lips, where she was stopped by Zhuang Sen's tongue.

"Mmm~ Sizzle~"

After a deep, sweet, and intense kiss that felt almost suffocating, Zhuang Sen buried his face in the sweat-drenched, seemingly melting snow-capped peaks. Having waited so long, Zhuang Sen, who also seemed to be melting, began his vigorous thrusts. Amidst silent groans, the two embraced tightly, as if trying to press each other completely into their arms. The small boy was almost entirely pressed against the mature woman's body, looking from afar like a mother holding her child.

Supported by this bizarre idea, Lady Lia, her face flushed, stiffened her limp legs and climaxed again and again before finally reaping a satisfying and delicious reward.

The scorching impact caused her to climax again, and this time she couldn't hold back at all, collapsing to the ground. Zhuang Sen, still on top of her, pulled out his large penis and climbed upwards, the viscous semen splashing onto Lady Liya's lower abdomen and chest, making her feel deeply wasteful.

Then she heard Zhuang Sen's low murmur: "You don't mind having another son, Mother~"

"Ugh—" An indescribable, intense pleasure surged through her, and Lady Lia bit her red lips, murmuring through her nose, "Bad boy~"

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Author's note: The timing wasn't perfect, so the extra chapter and bonus content came out early. So, I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival in advance!

Chapter 124: Epilogue

When Johnson returned home, Leon Manor was bustling with activity. Dantalian and several nuns from the Church of Vengeance dragged away the Bloodline Order duo whose limbs had been broken. The manor's dungeons were well-equipped, saving them a lot of trouble. Ange and Nia teamed up and gathered the survivors, who had finished crying, back into another hall for a pleasant meeting.

At the meeting, Count Johnsen's only designated sister, Ange Leon, solemnly reiterated the principle that there is only one sun in the Land of Leon, and criticized the rash and greedy heart of the former Count Clos Leon, winning unanimous approval from the attendees. The meeting then entered a heated discussion. Under the leadership of Lady Ange Leon, the attendees fully exchanged opinions, reaching a consensus on Count Johnsen's ascension to the throne and severely criticizing Clos Leon's perverse actions, correcting the erroneous paths and perceptions during his leadership. Some attendees made clear and explicit self-criticisms at the meeting. It is reported that eleven nobles, including Baron Flor, Baron Kent, and Knight Tel, voluntarily resigned due to deep remorse. In response, Bishop Charles of the Church of War highly praised their repentance and, together with the priests of the Church of Healing, expressed their determination to redeem them, demonstrating the two churches' prayers for the suffering people and for the Land of Leon.

To put it another way, Ange used every means at her disposal—coercion and extortion—to seize the titles of eleven nobles, intending to use them to help Zhuang Sen win over his subordinates. At the same time, she kicked out Bishop Charles and the current administrator of the Healing Church. Although the church itself remained, without a high-ranking bloodline holder and without official backing, they were no match for the Church of Vengeance. From now on, the religious field of Leon Territory would be controlled by the Church of Vengeance, which could be considered a way of repaying Bishop Rosa for her unwavering support from the beginning until now.

As for the Church of the Goddess of Commerce, let Lady Lia deal with that.

Ange gave Bishop Bivoro a polite smile, which made his heart skip a beat. He silently raised the price of the life-saving money to another level... Sigh, Kross is such a waste. How come he can't even beat his own son? He's lost a fortune on his investment. I wonder if the prices of the supplies prepared for next year's big battle will change.

Anjie stood on a stool, looking down at the nobles below with varying expressions, all of whom were as submissive as chickens. Her heart was filled with immense excitement; the overwhelming pleasure made her face flush. She longed to fly back to the manor and have a three-hundred-round battle with Zhuang Sen. Unfortunately, that wasn't possible today; she had other things to do, and someone else was monopolizing her time.

Consider it a welcome bonus for new players.

Just like these people below, they are as docile as chickens now, but their thoughts may not be the same after they leave. But it doesn't matter, we can just kill them all. With land, how can we not find people who want to be nobles?

……

Time flies.

News of the tragedy at Leon Manor spread rapidly, causing an uproar throughout the entire Leon Territory as if a magnitude 20 earthquake had struck. Even the entire Falling Star Kingdom was thrown into turmoil by the incident. After all, it was both hilarious and influential that a kingdom minister, and intelligence minister at that, had been killed by his own son on his own territory.

Putting everything else aside, will next year's war against the White City Federation be affected? Who will be the new Minister of Intelligence? And will the King use this as an excuse to interfere with the Leon family?

These are all issues that attract attention, but the people of Leon are not so concerned about them. They are more concerned about the new dynasty's policies and what benefits they can gain from the change of the earldom, especially the nobles who did not attend the banquet.

Because Count Cross wanted to acquire the delicious baby as soon as possible, the banquet was held in a very rushed manner. Some nobles who lived far away did not have time to attend. When many people received the message from the ravens, they wondered if their subordinates/allies/relatives were playing a joke on them. After verifying the information from multiple sources or personally arriving in Starry Night City to confirm the situation, they were initially incredulous, and then their noble instincts kicked in.

You mean, our lord is dead, the new earl hasn't taken office yet, and many of our "neighbors" have either died out, lost their heads of households, or even lost their entire families? What kind of banquet is this? We should just go and annex them... What they mean is, help our neighbors in need defend against bandits, robbers, and monsters—as for where these things come from, you don't need to worry about that.

Suddenly, the arms trade surged again, with prices soaring to almost four or five times their original value. A simple iron sword now cost more than a dozen gold coins. This made Ange want to ask her dear brother to postpone his coronation. After all, with the collapse of the Church of War, the arms trade was now mainly dominated by the Church of the Goddess of Vengeance, the Farau Merchant Guild, and Ange's Blue Raven Merchant Guild. The Church of the Goddess of Commerce was relegated to picking up scraps. Who told them to be so indecisive?

……

While Ange was struggling to calculate her income, Zhuang Sen was in the dungeon of Radiant Manor. Opposite him were the two members of the Bloodline Order locked to the wall. They appeared to be unharmed, but were listless. Whenever their eyes met Dantalian and the nuns of the Church of Vengeance, a deep fear would appear on their faces, as if it were a nerve reflex.

Zhuang Sen showed them no sympathy: "So, you're from the Bloodline Cult? What kind of organization is that?"

Lizad answered honestly, "We are just lower-level priests and don't know much. We only know that the Order is dedicated to the study of bloodlines and has developed many bloodline-related technologies. We also select partners to test and improve them."

"So Cross is your partner? What technology does he use? Didn't you warn him about the possibility of aberration?"

"Yes, the technique he used is a bloodline tracing and sacrificial ritual. However, the two of us are only here to observe the specific results. The rest is handled by specialized researchers who are responsible for communicating with him. We don't know anything about it. As for the distortion issue... even if we told him, he wouldn't believe us. He might even attack us. Besides, we don't have the ability to correct the results. We are really only responsible for observation."

Lizad answered very sincerely, but Johnson did not express his opinion on it. Instead, he continued to ask, "You two are both level three bloodline users. Is your status really that low?"

Lizad sighed helplessly: "Because we are not normal level three bloodline users. As I said, my original bloodline was the level one bloodline, Gluttonous Hippopotamus. The cult performed a modification on us, fusing me with another level two bloodline called Deadwood Crocodile. That's how I became like this. The same goes for Wall. He was originally supposed to be a level two bloodline Unsleeper. After fusing with another level two bloodline zombie, he became like this."

"Bloodline fusion?" Although Zhuang Sen had already heard Dantalian recount it once, he was still quite surprised to hear Lizad's confident account. Damn it, he couldn't even perform bloodline fusion, yet the locals could.

However, Lizad himself was not clear about the specific technical details. As he said, he was just a lower-ranking priest who was mainly responsible for military affairs, and he only knew how to use technology.

Zhuang Sen was silent for a moment, then continued, "Do you have a way to contact your cult? Perhaps we can cooperate..."

Lizad and Wall, who hadn't spoken until now: "Huh?"

Zhuang Sen laughed: "What's so surprising? Or are you going to seek revenge for your partner?"

The Bloodline Cult duo quickly shook their heads. They had already prepared themselves to die, but now that there was suddenly a chance to survive, how could they possibly give up? As for Kross? The two of them had wanted to tear Kross to pieces the moment they were exposed.

Seeing the two "Blood Priests'" desperate attempts to survive, Zhuang Sen smiled and stood up: "Then I'll trouble you to make the contact. But before the person arrives, I'll ask you to stay here for a while..."

As for the people who come, it depends on the technical details and sincerity of the Bloodline Cult. If it's still about sacrificing relatives or modifying flesh and blood, then Zhuang Sen can only express his regret.

Volume Two: Kingdom of Turbulent Times

Chapter 125: Princess, Prince, and King

In the heart of Grandia, the capital of the Fallen Star Kingdom, a magnificent, spire-topped palace basks in the midday sun, solemn and resplendent. Passing through pure white archways and climbing gilded stairs, ornate relief doors open inward, where the Titan King, who seals the stars, casts his gaze upon the noble courtiers standing on the blood-red carpet.

The guards, clad in azure robes, stood solemnly beside the massive pillars, their eyes, hidden beneath their helmets, scanning the distinguished guests within the palace and reminding them of their positions so as not to be impolite.

Baroo King Anser, the eighth King of the Fallen Stars, King of the Titans, founder of the Anser Dynasty, also known as the War Maniac, Bloodbeard, and Long Legs, but outwardly he looks like an ordinary middle-aged man. His black robes conceal his figure, revealing only that he is sturdy and broad, even somewhat bloated, with a square face covered in fat. His slightly curly blue hair is disheveled and draped behind his head. If he weren't sitting on the throne, he would look like a rogue mercenary who makes a living with a sword.

—If you don't look into his eyes!

Those triangular, yellowish-brown eyes seemed to burn with perpetual rage, constantly proclaiming the tyranny of the Titan King. Whenever his gaze fell upon a place, whether it was servants, guards, court nobles, or fiefdom nobles, they could only quietly bow their heads and await his summons.