Monster Girl Development Master

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Dantalian smiled and straightened the fabric at her chest, resuming her posture from when she was directing the prayer. She cooperated by adopting a haughty stance, head held high and chest out: "Good afternoon, Zhuang Sen, are you here to repent?"

To be honest, Dantalian's performance added a touch of aloofness and sanctity to her originally dignified and gentle demeanor. Especially when she was tall and looked down at Zhuang Sen with her eyes half-closed, she exuded an incredibly attractive and domineering aura that made people want to conquer her.

Zhuang Sen felt his heart racing.

Dantalian looked at Zhuang Sen, who had suddenly fallen silent, and her face flushed slightly.

Loris, who was standing to the side, looked at the two of them and couldn't help but sigh. She walked over and said, "Dantrian, the believers are still here."

Can we flirt in a more private place?

The two instinctively looked away, but immediately looked back. When their eyes met, they felt a little shy. However, Zhuang Sen finally reacted and changed the subject before Loris could continue teasing him: "Speaking of which, are there fewer people today?"

Hearing this, Loris lost her joking mood and casually complained, "Yeah, it's all those warmongers and hypocritical women's fault!"

"Ok?"

Zhuang Sen initially thought it was just normal fluctuation, but he didn't expect there to be a real problem. However, Dantalian hadn't told him about it beforehand.

Dantalian noticed Zhuang Sen's questioning gaze and pursed her lips slightly. She knew about this, but felt it wasn't good to trouble Zhuang Sen further, since it had nothing to do with him; it was a religious competition.

Loris didn't think that much about it. They were all allies, so there was no need to hide such things: "The War Church and the Healing Church are causing us trouble. Recently, not only have the number of believers decreased, but the number of commissions has also decreased."

As mentioned before, the Church of Vengeance's main business is mercenaries, while the Church of War, as its name suggests, is inextricably linked to war, naturally creating a business conflict with the Church of Vengeance. Therefore, Zhuang Sen could understand the mention of the Church of War, but hadn't the Church of Compassion and the Church of Vengeance always kept to themselves?

Dantalian answered Zhuang Sen's question: "Because of me, since I have to use my bloodline abilities every day anyway, I simply offer treatments at a low price. I guess the Healing Church considers this malicious competition."

Like the Church of War, the Church of Healing, as its name suggests, primarily focuses on healing and saving lives. However, they rely mainly on various magical potions, not bloodline abilities. And the effects of magical potions are ultimately not as strong or as rapid as bloodline abilities. Therefore, they are naturally not competitive against Dantalian, the Holy Lamia.

But this doesn't explain why the Church of Vengeance is at a disadvantage, unless... unless the Church of Vengeance has been found to have some weakness, and the only recent change in the Church of Vengeance is that it has sided with Zhuang Sen.

Yes, it seems those survivors haven't given up yet.

Zhuang Sen remembered that the Church of War was connected to the dead Jem, and the Church of Healing, as a subordinate to the healer, also had many dealings with Leon. He just didn't know who was involved, or how far these two churches planned to go. After all, they hadn't been so proactive in targeting Zhuang Sen before; it was probably because Zhuang Sen's resounding victories had made them uneasy.

Without much hesitation, Zhuang Sen quickly spoke again: "Is Bishop Rosa available now?"

Dantalian tilted her head slightly, placing one hand on her ample bosom, still hesitant to trouble Zhuang Sen: "His Holiness the Bishop shouldn't have started his afternoon nap yet..."

Loris glared at her good-for-nothing best friend. "Why are you worrying about the bishop right now? Do you think the bishop would refuse to see Lord Zhuang Sen? Besides, Lord Zhuang Sen is clearly planning to help!"

She abruptly interrupted Dantalian: "Lord Johnson, the Bishop will definitely be available. Let's go over there now! Dantalian, if you don't want to go, go back to training."

Zhuang Sen looked at Dantalian, who glared at Loris and silently moved closer to Zhuang Sen.

……

living room.

Bishop Rosa looked at Zhuang Sen and his two companions as they filed in and smiled curiously: "Zhuang Sen, what brings you here today?"

For the past few days, Zhuang Sen had been spending all his time with Dantalian.

Zhuang Sen stated his reason without changing his expression, but upon hearing that it was related to the Church of War and the Church of Healing, Bishop Rosa's joking mood vanished: "Loris is right. By the way, their most effective attack now is to say that we will leak information to you, Zhuang Sen, and they will also deliberately design things to force clients to join you, Zhuang Sen, and so on."

As the old lady spoke, a smile returned to her face, but when she saw the undisguised worry on Dantalian's face, it turned into helplessness. She could naturally see what Dantalian was thinking: she felt she had already received too much help from Zhuang Sen and couldn't trouble him any further, while also thinking that she couldn't use the church as leverage to bind Zhuang Sen.

How foolish! They can't even see their own place, or the place of their beloved, and keep such a clear divide between themselves. It's no wonder the relationship can't progress. If you're truly meant to be, you should help each other grow and then continue to support each other—so many people dream of having that opportunity and ability, yet this idiot refuses to use it.

It seems it's time to teach this idiot a lesson.

But that's something for later; it's not appropriate to say that in front of Zhuang Sen.

Zhuang Sen didn't notice that Bishop Rosa was thinking so much; his mind was focused on the important matter at hand: "So that's how it is. So you plan to isolate me, the one who doesn't follow the rules. Looks like you haven't been really hurt yet."

Bishop Rosa temporarily set aside her other thoughts and looked at Zhuang Sen: "You already have a solution?"

Chapter 18: Warming Up

“Of course, that’s what I came here to discuss today—I remember that the Church of War actually makes the most money from arms dealing, right?”

Zhuang Sen's words were straightforward, but Bishop Rosa did not agree directly: "Our church does not have a license to operate arms, and this does not seem to resolve their slander, well, after all, it is not a real slander."

"There's no need to address their slander; we just need to force them to accept reality."

Zhuang Sen didn't think there was a way to resolve this slander, because it was the truth. What he needed to do was to make others knowingly make deals with the Church of Revenge, even if it meant potentially leaking information, or even willingly become his lackeys.

To use an imperfect analogy, it's like "accepting the risks and persisting in the visit."

At that point, it will be the Church of Vengeance that will ask the other churches, "How come you have no connection with Lord Zhuang Sen?"

Bishop Rosa nodded, not pressing for details about how Zhuang Sen had managed to do such a thing. After all, Zhuang Sen was still far from becoming Earl of Leon; his place in the succession line remained tenth, unchanged despite Jem's death. Some saw this as Earl Cross's warning and punishment for Zhuang Sen's misbehavior, and one of the reasons they dared to remain neutral towards him.

Bishop Rosa didn't care whether Johnson could solve the current troubles of the Church of Vengeance. When she chose to side with Johnson, she had already anticipated this situation and could accept it.

A level five bloodline, with the rare divine attribute—the value of this bloodline is more than enough to justify everything the Aranta Temple has invested. And once Dantalian successfully completes its third awakening, all the losses they've suffered now can be recouped tenfold!

This was only because the Patriarch of the Church of Vengeance in the Fallen Star Kingdom was incompetent, and they were afraid that she would turn around and attack Dantalian. Otherwise, the Church of Rosa would have reported it directly and then waited for a large number of reinforcements to come and escort Dantalian to complete her fourth awakening.

Zhuang Sen finally confirmed, "In short, if we can influence the War Church's arms business, things should be much better for the Church, right?"

Bishop Rosa pondered for a moment: "That depends on the extent of the impact, but it will certainly be very helpful."

Neither of them mentioned the Healing Church. Lacking any healing bloodline abilities, relying entirely on potions, they were nothing more than a roadside nuisance. Without the Church of War backing them up, Bishop Rosa could have easily killed them.

"That's good. Dantalian and I are going out for a bit. If all goes well, we'll have good news today."

Zhuang Sen stood up, having been observing and slacking off the whole time. Dantalian, who was focused on her inner turmoil, heard his words and was both pleased and conflicted: "But I have work this afternoon..."

Bishop Rosa interrupted her: "Let Loris do it, Dantalian. Don't upset Lord Johnson."

Zhuang Sen listened to Bishop Rosa's words and was speechless. Why did it make him seem like a wicked nobleman who coerced a pure nun, and Bishop Rosa as a treacherous bishop who aided and abetted the evil?

However, this feeling immediately dissipated as he forced himself to remain calm and took Dantalian's hand.

Dantalian, who had just been struggling with her relationship with Zhuang Sen, suddenly lost all self-doubt, her mind filled only with pure desire. Her golden eyes, which had unknowingly turned into vertical pupils, were fixed on Zhuang Sen, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled his scent. Her plump, fleshy thighs intertwined slightly, suppressing the heat rising in her lower abdomen.

The bloodline nature suppressed by the nun's unwavering will and sacred faith returned like lightning the moment Zhuang Sen took her hand!

Bishop Rosa, noticing this, nodded in satisfaction. "So what if Dantalian is useless? It's fine if Zhuang Sen takes the initiative; Dantalian can't escape Zhuang Sen's grasp anyway."

And so, under the watchful gaze of the bishop, who was like a mother to her, Dantalian, who had entered predatory mode, was led out of the temple by the hand of Johnson. The nuns, warriors, and believers they encountered along the way, seeing this undisguised scene, all showed knowing smiles.

To reiterate, nuns of the Church of the Furies are not prohibited from marrying; they simply cannot continue their nunning activities after marriage.

It wasn't until they left the temple and got into Zhuang Sen's carriage that Dantalian finally got used to the pleasure of being held by Zhuang Sen's hand. Her lower abdomen stopped throbbing with heat, and her throat no longer kept making strange noises.

She then spoke, "Lord Zhuang Sen, what are you going to do?"

It's time to do it...

No, no, that kind of thing should at least be done after a formal marriage... after an engagement...

Zhuang Sen looked at Dantalian, whose face was already red to the roots of her ears, and couldn't help but squeeze her soft little hand again: "To find our future master blacksmith, we'll need Dantalian to help us with a testimonial."

"Ah... oh."

Dantalian was a little disappointed.

Zhuang Sen was a little puzzled. No matter how wildly imaginative he was, he couldn't have imagined that this shy and coy little cutie in front of him had actually wanted to skin him alive and devour him whole multiple times. However, he didn't pay much attention to it, as his focus was on his hands. Although Dantalian's body had grown considerably due to her awakened bloodline, her proportions remained the same. Her ten fingers were still slender and beautiful, and because of the awakening, the thin calluses left from her hard work had all disappeared, leaving her fingers smooth and tender, like the finest jade.

Zhuang Sen, on the other hand, loved it so much that he kept kneading and stroking it.

Dantalian bit her lower lip, the heat emanating from her palm making her heart race. She suppressed her desire with shame and the will of a nun, but even so, she had no intention of pulling her hand back. Instead, she secretly looked forward to more, her beautiful eyes brimming with a moist luster.

Zhuang Sen noticed the gaze, and his other hand, as if possessed, landed on Dantalian's calf, lifting the hem of her nun's habit to reveal a section of delicate black fabric, with her fair and tender flesh faintly visible beneath, incredibly alluring.

Dantalian instinctively pulled her leg back; this was far more stimulating than being touched. The same was true for Zhuang Sen. He knew stockings existed, but he never expected Dantalian to wear black stockings under her nun's habit—it was just too much…

Dantalian noticed Zhuang Sen's surprise and excitement, and couldn't help but feel happy too, happy that her carefully chosen outfit was appreciated, and happy for Zhuang Sen's reaction. In her excitement, she couldn't help but reach out and grasp Zhuang Sen's hand, but a strange feeling rose in her heart—so, Lord Zhuang Sen's hands are so small?

So small, so hot, and so soft...

As Dantalian grew increasingly excited, she moved forward slightly, her full, honey-colored breasts bouncing in the air before brushing against Zhuang Sen's nose, awakening him with their sweet, milky scent.

He looked at the excited Dantalian and struggled to suppress his desire to push his luck. One reason was that they were currently in a carriage, and this dilapidated carriage wasn't even soundproof! He could tolerate having sex in a carriage, but being watched like a spectacle was unacceptable. Another reason was Dantalian herself. Although indulging her nature would only benefit her as a monster girl, Zhuang Sen still respected the dignified, elegant, gentle, and restrained nun. He wasn't worried about being drained dry for twenty-four hours straight.

To escape that situation, Zhuang Sen could only change the subject, though his hands wouldn't stop: "Dantrian, would you like to try drinking my blood?"

The author says:

Author's note: I can't hold back anymore, I'll check it out tomorrow (on the edge of the line).

Chapter Nineteen: Drinking Blood

As mentioned before, Zhuang Sen's blood is a panacea for monster girls, capable of accelerating their bloodline development. However, Zhuang Sen hadn't had time to think about how to tell Dantalian about this, mainly because the [Inheritance] was such a valuable resource, making it difficult to discuss.

However, this still needs to be said, since developing the monster girl bloodline is always the top priority.

Dantalian was startled by Zhuang Sen's sudden question, not understanding what he meant. What did he mean by whether she wanted to drink his blood? Or did Zhuang Sen mean something else by blood...?

Her watery gaze involuntarily slid downwards, but before she completely slid into the abyss, a rod-shaped limb first caught Dantalian's attention.

Zhuang Sen raised his index finger and brought it to Dantalian's red lips, saying bluntly, "Dantalian, my blood should be able to increase your bloodline development progress. Would you like to try it?"

Dantalian's thick eyelashes fluttered as she looked at the fingers Zhuang Sen offered her, a strange feeling creeping into her heart. Logically speaking, Zhuang Sen's words made no sense. She possessed divine blood, not some dark, vampiric species; how could she possibly develop her bloodline through bloodsucking? Was he just trying to toy with her? And this posture? After all, even if he wanted her to drink blood, why force her to bite his fingers? Couldn't he put it in a cup?

So, should we refuse?

Dantalian's throat bobbed slightly, and she gently parted her red lips to take Zhuang Sen's finger into her mouth. Her soft, warm lips caressed and pressed against Zhuang Sen's finger, and her wet, sticky saliva soaked his fingertip. Zhuang Sen's raised hand moved slightly, while the hand still on Dantalian's thigh tensed up slightly.

"Hmm~"

Her low moans were filled with shyness. Dantalian's golden vertical pupils stared intently at Zhuang Sen, taking in the tension and surprise on his face, which melted into pride and satisfaction. Her white teeth came together, grinding against Zhuang Sen's fingertips, her slender and nimble pink tongue wrapping around his knuckles, pulling him deep into her mouth, grinding and grinding.

Johnson admitted he had underestimated Lamia's racial instincts, but he genuinely hadn't wanted Dantalian to do that. While it was undeniably exhilarating, he was really losing control of his gun if it kept going like that!

He could only speak again: "Um, Dantalian, blood..."

Dantalian's eyes sparkled with amusement, almost like a coquettish pout. But since Zhuang Sen had emphasized it, she might as well play along. Her clean, white teeth tightened their grip, and in an instant, the serpentine fangs pierced the angel's finger, grinding out bright red blood.

As the bright red liquid entered her mouth, Dantalian, who had been staring at Zhuang Sen, suddenly widened her eyes.

So sweet! So sour! So delicious!!!

What was originally a teasing, grinding, and entanglement instantly turned into sucking and swallowing. The slender and flexible snake tongue tightly wrapped around Zhuang Sen's index finger as if hunting, and the sharp snake fangs cut through the thin fingertip, devouring the bright red elixir that overflowed from it. His already blushing face became even redder.

awesome.

Dantalian felt as if she were floating on air, her body becoming lighter, her mind incredibly sensitive, even able to accurately sense the continuous development of her blood vessels, yet simultaneously incredibly dull, her mind solely focused on continuing to swallow Zhuang Sen's blood. Her body trembled slightly, an instinctive reaction to pleasure, her tightly pursed red lips emitting alluring moans, her plump legs instinctively clenching and rubbing together, the rising temperature seeping through her black stockings into Zhuang Sen's palms.

There's definitely something wrong! They've definitely drugged them!

Zhuang Sen felt the intense sucking sensation on his right index finger, and looking at Dantalian's slightly sunken cheeks and elongated lips from her intense sucking, he realized he could no longer control his gun. He couldn't even bother controlling it anymore; Dantalian's sucking was already causing a stinging pain in his index finger, clearly draining it of blood. Adding to that, his useless penis was also taking away a significant amount of blood, and he felt he was about to bleed to death.

We have to stop.

"Dantrian, that's enough. Let's see how it goes first?"

Zhuang Sen's large hand roamed from her thigh up to Dantalian's waist. The sensation of her slender, tender flesh being grasped by his rough hand stimulated Dantalian, bringing a glimmer of light back to her dazed eyes. The moment reason regained its grip, Dantalian immediately lowered her head awkwardly, her red lips still holding Zhuang Sen's finger, not letting go. Fortunately, she only held it in her mouth and didn't continue sucking.

Zhuang Sen looked at the system panel:

[Holy Lamia Bloodline: 11%-13%]

[Development progress is being synchronized]

[Bloodline of the Unranked Angels: 8% - 10%]

The encyclopedia of angels without rank has been updated.

Good news, keeping pace isn't just about passing down knowledge.

Bad news: Zhuang Sen's second brother felt the gaze upon him.

With her head down, Dantalian's gaze was unconsciously drawn to the bulge. The enormous object, much thicker and longer than a finger, pushed the supple fabric into a huge tent. A strange smell, somewhat similar to the saliva sticking to Zhuang Sen's fingers, emanated from it, spreading around Dantalian's nose.

Her breathing was slightly heavy, but there was no unusual impulse; instead, she was filled with shyness and joy. It wasn't that she didn't understand what was going on, but she just felt "full." Zhuang Sen's blood filled the urges of his primal instincts, leaving only the pure nun's own shyness and inner turmoil, making her unable to react for a moment, just staring blankly.

Wow, it's huge...

But this must be very uncomfortable...

Dantalian pursed her lips, which reminded Zhuang Sen to quickly pull his finger back. The transparent water thread was stretched out by his rough movement until it broke with a snap, one end retracting into Zhuang Sen's finger, and the other end sticking to Dantalian's lips and falling into the deep canyon.

Dantalian suddenly laughed, her bright eyes half-closed like a venomous snake before hunting, her pink tongue brushing against her lips, and she leaned forward, getting closer to Zhuang Sen: "Lord Zhuang Sen, you must be exhausted."

Her gentle voice carried a hint of allure, and the lingering blush extended into her collar, fully revealing herself to Zhuang Sen due to her posture. The heavy weight, no longer separated by a small distance as before, pressed directly against Zhuang Sen. It even completely blocked Zhuang Sen's view of his lower body, allowing him to only sense through touch that a hand was on his thigh, and that soft touch was moving upwards.

"Dantrian..."

Zhuang Sen easily determined that Dantalian's current state was not affected by blood pulse fluctuations, because her eyes now showed more shyness and pity than the predatory instinct of wanting to squeeze dry.

Her soft, fair hands mimicked Zhuang Sen's movements, sliding up his waist. Her gentle voice became extremely low: "Although...although I can't...that...Lolis said...hands..."