Monster Girl Development Master

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What else is there to say? Of course, Anjie is going to save Zhuang Sen's mother. She has wanted to join forces with Zhuang Sen for a long time. What happened before was just a misunderstanding. Businessmen are bound to have some competition, but competition is just competition. It doesn't mean that they can't cooperate.

Okay, that's right. Ange felt that Zhuang Sen's rise was unstoppable and was preparing to jump ship. If she couldn't beat him, she'd join him. Anyway, she had thought about allying with Zhuang Sen back when she was still hanging out with Jem, but later, well, due to a slight error, a slight prejudice, and—ah, well, anyway, he's jumping ship now.

As for the anti-Johnson alliance, well, good luck to them.

While Ange was lost in thought, she had already spurred her horse and galloped towards Glory Manor. The defenses within Glory Manor certainly couldn't stop a Level 1 Bloodline user; if she arrived too late, she might only find Lady Lia's corpse.

Ange's mount was, of course, a fine horse, carrying her swiftly down the mountain, past the allies who had crowded and blocked the road, and arriving at the gates of Radiant Manor. However, at that moment, her guardian knight suddenly cried out in terror, "Lady Ange!"

Ange turned around in surprise, then swallowed her question. She had already seen the strange, terrifying horse galloping out of the forest.

It was tall and robust, with mixed fur, bloodshot eyes, and an eerie mist emanating from its body as it ran. The two riders on its back were covered in blood, looking like demon knights who had crawled out of hell.

But thanks to her farsightedness, Ange was still able to see the faces of the two demon knights clearly—it was Zhuang Sen.

……

When Ange saw Zhuang Sen, Zhuang Sen didn't notice her at first because he was in a strange state of mind. He was experiencing the strange feeling of being sucked by a vampire.

Even though he knew perfectly well that the sharp teeth biting his neck were drinking his blood and might even endanger his life, the pleasure coming from the wound still made Zhuang Sen feel incredibly excited and joyful. It felt like drinking fine wine and eating a delicious meal, and it was exactly the kind of food that suited his taste.

It was an unparalleled pleasure and excitement that permeated both body and soul, and it never waned, but continued to grow, making Johnson crave more and want to engage in deeper and closer interactions with the vampire behind him.

Moreover, it seems that this is not just his reaction; judging from Mira's increasingly rapid and passionate breathing, she seems to feel the same way.

However, neither of them completely lost their minds. They both knew that now was not the right time and did not actually make a move. However, compared to Zhuang Sen, a scumbag who had tried many times, Miss Mira, who was still a virgin, could only look around and distract herself with the scenery. So she used her dark vision to see Miss Ange and told Zhuang Sen.

So the question is, in the eyes of Johnson, who has learned that the Church of War is planning to assassinate Lady Lia, what kind of image do these anti-Johnson alliance members, who have long been confirmed to be colluding with the Church of War, and their leader, Miss Ange, have?

Zhuang Sen provided the answer with his actions; he slapped his horse hard, and the nine-dragon horse beneath him immediately galloped towards Anjie.

Before Ange could even say anything, the Kowloon Horse, modified by the monster girls' abilities, had already arrived in front of her, followed closely by Zhuang Sen's furious fist.

He held nothing back. He was prepared to send his sister, who had been causing him so much trouble, into eternal slumber. Anjie naturally sensed Zhuang Sen's murderous intent, and driven by her survival instinct, she blurted out at lightning speed: "The assassins of the Church of War are inside."

Zhuang Sen's fist still landed on Anjie, but the target changed from her neck to her shoulder. Therefore, Anjie still had a chance to cry out in pain and surprise.

Zhuang Sen dragged his bratty sister directly onto his horse. Mira, who was biting Zhuang Sen's neck, understood his meaning, and her eyes flashed red. Caught off guard, Ange was immediately controlled.

Mira cut to the chase: "Are you in cahoots with that assassin?"

"Of course not, I wanted to go and save Lady Lia."

While Mira was asking questions, Johnson had already ridden into Glorious Manor and rushed into the inner courtyard where Lady Lia lived.

Before the tightly closed door, the resolute female knight lay decapitated in a pool of blood. The assassin, clad in black robes, had just burst through the closed door and shouted:

"Madam, stop struggling, face your fate—"

The author says:

Author's note: My little brat is about to get some discipline!

Chapter 89: The True Headless Horseman

"Jonson——"

Lady Lia threw herself into Zhuang Sen's arms, wrapping her arms around his strong body. Her ripe, soft peaches deformed against Zhuang Sen's chest, turning into flat, round pancakes, and her plump buttocks trembled slightly, revealing the unease beneath her calm exterior.

As an ordinary person, she couldn't help but feel fear when faced with Kate, a bloodline member brimming with murderous intent. Only her strong will and proud beliefs kept her from showing it, especially Lydia's unwavering loyalty, which made her unwilling to reveal her fear and pain to this murderer. But when facing Johnson, her "son," and the hero who saved her, Lady Lydia completely unleashed her emotions.

She almost kissed Zhuang Sen on the face, but the sound of footsteps interrupted her. She released him as if electrocuted, and, filled with regret and shame, tried to regain her composure, changing the subject: "Zhuang Sen, Lydia, she..."

Her mature voice gradually lowered as Lady Lia thought of her loyal guardian knight. The relief of surviving the ordeal and other emotions in her heart dissipated, replaced by heartache and sorrow.

Zhuang Sen also looked at the female knight he wasn't particularly familiar with. The signs of battle around them and Kate's appearance spoke volumes about her bravery, making Zhuang Sen somewhat emotional. If he had arrived sooner, perhaps he could have saved this valiant female knight… or perhaps, if it weren't for Lydia's bravery and loyalty, he might not have made it in time… no, maybe in that case, Angela would have arrived earlier to save the day?

But in any case, Lydia's sacrifice was irreversible. The injury of being decapitated was something even a bloodline member would suffer... um?

Zhuang Sen blinked, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Why did he see a blurry chibi-style figure above Lydia's head, looking like a knight, but without a head?

and many more!

Zhuang Sen quickly opened the system panel and selected the [Duraham] bloodline, which is the Headless Horseman bloodline.

Lydia Ston

[Duraham's bloodline compatibility: 100%]

[Development Rewards - Beginner: Random Dark Bloodline *1, Duraham Species Encyclopedia Unlocked]

This should be 100%!

Without hesitation, Zhuang Sen clicked the "Confirm Use" button, and then a pop-up window appeared:

[Awakening Potion: 300 ml of Zhuang Sen's Blood]

Okay, okay, so you're waiting for me here, right?

As Mira drained blood from his wrists, Zhuang Sen cursed inwardly. He hesitated for a moment, looking at Lydia's body and head, but finally walked towards her head and slit his wrist.

A moment later, Zhuang Sen stood up weakly, and under the puzzled and disapproving gazes of the crowd, he found a chair and sat down.

Then, it seems nothing happened.

Only as Lydia floated in the air, her strength waning, did she sense something was wrong.

She had been watching with relief as Johnson arrived, overjoyed that Lady Lia had been saved, even though she was growing weaker and seemed about to vanish completely. She was fearless. She had fulfilled her vow, saved her master, and died in a direct confrontation—for a guardian knight, there was no better end.

The only hope is that the lady can find another equally excellent guardian knight, but hmm, that's probably unlikely.

As she approached the end of her life, the female knight, finally revealing a hint of pride and arrogance, thought this to mask her fear of annihilation.

But at that very moment, a powerful suction force shattered her mental composure. Her body, her lifeless corpse covered in blood and dirt, suddenly beckoned to her once more.

Cold and empty.

These two feelings, like two spears, pierced Lydia's heart abruptly, filling her with both fear and excitement. Even this coldness and emptiness was better than the feeling of gradually entering a void where even the sense of emptiness ceased to exist. That was the end that would instinctively terrify even the most courageous knights who would die for their cause, the end that would make even the most fearless yearn for life.

Therefore, Lydia seized the call without hesitation and returned to her body.

Then, change finally occurred.

Lydia's hair and eyes became deeper and darker than the darkest night, her skin paler than the whitest snowflake, her breath as cold as the coldest winter wind, her heart as silent as the oldest dead. The feeling of cold and emptiness bound her soul firmly to this body devoid of all feeling, leaving her only with the act of moving itself.

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?

……

[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 are resurrected?!

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!"

The author says:

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.